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Date: Mon, 01 Oct 2001 23:49:04 -0500 From: David Presents Subject: The Plight of Strolin Chapter 4 Do Not Read If: *You are not legally old enough for the laws where you live *You have objections to gay/bi sex, and at some points, incest *You are just looking for an email address for hate mail *Or if you know you shouldn't be reading it for any other reason *Legal Notice: This work is total fiction, and other then being from the author's imagination, has no basis in reality. And reference to anyone living, or dead, is pure coincidence, and unintended. The author holds all rights and privileges to this work, and any that may follow. Any redistributing, and other uses of this work with the author's consent are strictly prohibited. Any violations of the author's rights for this work will be challenged legally. The Plight of Strolin Chapter 4 When Scott got back to the room, Wil talked him into going for a swim. The palace had it's own private swimming area, and since it was a warm afternoon, Scott agreed. They left Wil's room, traveled through the main corridors until they reached the smaller servant's passages. They passed through them quickly, and anyone they encountered on the way quickly went about their own business. They came to a small stairwell, and went down a few quick flights of stairs, until they reached the outside threshold. They entered the garden maze, with its high hedges and finely cut rows. After so many twists and turns that Scott had no sense of direction, Wil brought them to a halt. "This is the entrance. It used to be my parents' favorite place to relax whenever they weren't busy, but when I was born they had the gardener block it off. I found this one-day when I was bored, and wanted to get to the middle of the maze. I jumped between the limbs, and fell into the pool. Since then I have explored this place, and it's my place to be alone with my thoughts." Wil walked over to the hedge, moved a few limbs aside, and went through. After Scott followed, they rearranged the plant, and were in a completely enclosed area. The pool was beautiful. The water was clear and clean with carved stone on the bottom and around the sides. Benches for contemplating were at various places along the side, and the pool was feed from a fresh-water spring. When Scott got through giving the place a look over, Wil motioned to a nearby bench, and they sat down. Scott had a wistful look on his face. "This is a wonderful place. Thanks for bringing me here. Most street kids never learn to swim around here, but I had to." Wil glanced over at his friend; the thought of someone not knowing how to swim was unheard of, up until this moment. "What do you mean you had to learn how to swim? Swimming is lots of fun." Scott laughed for a bit, and then continued. "When I learned to swim, I didn't do it for fun. I had been thrown into the river by a bunch of older thieves who didn't like a young guy moving in on their territory. They certainly enjoyed throwing me in, but I was scared to death. Let's just say that I learned to swim very fast. After I got out of the river, I would take some time every few weeks to go to some shallows and swim around. I enjoyed swimming in still waters, but I also needed to be a strong swimmer. I found that not many thieves can swim, so I had a few underwater hiding places for my riches." Scott had been staring at the water as he told his story, and when he finished he glanced over at Wil. Scott let out a surprised yelp. Wil was holding his sides, and laughing until his face turned blue. While Scott had been talking, Wil had taken all of his clothing off, and was now standing there nude. By the time Wil had stopped laughing, Scott had recovered from the shock. "Wil, shouldn't we be more careful? We're outside, and have no closed doors to hide us from view." Wil shook his head. "I always swim naked. No one has ever come here when I was around, and so what if they do? I'm not scared to show them a perfect body." Wil smiled and made an act of looking Scott over. "And from the looks of you, I think you should be happy to show some ass." Wil started laughing again, and this time Scott joined in. In less then a minute, two nude boys were jumping into a pool of cool water. They swam around for a while, and although Wil was a great swimmer, Scott was the stronger one. He had learned to swim against the river current. After some lap swimming, and a few races, the boys started getting a bit more playful. Wil loved to swim under the water, and come up and grope Scott. And every time he did it, Scott would dunk him under, and then return the favor. After a couple hours of play, both boys were exhausted, and ready to get out and rest. They climbed out of the pool, and sprawled out next to each other, to let the sun dry them. From the combination of their closeness, and the sun's warmth, they were both soon hard. Scott's hand started to inch it's way towards Wil's cock, when Wil stopped his hand. The town's time keeping bell was starting to ring. It rang 3 times. "Damn, just when we were about to have some fun. Sorry bud, but we'll have to continue this later. We're already late! Let's Go!" The boys jumped up, dressed like mad, and ran for the castle. * * * Piffin and Griffin had been walking around Dugron, and observing all of the street magicians. Some they found were real, and simply lacking strength in magic, but others they found were fakes. For one particular fellow, they decided to have some fun with him. He was a total fake, and was also very infatuated with himself. He also was working with a very poor pickpocket, who would try and rob people of their purses while the 'magician' distracted them. This swindler's name was Sterfean. Piffin and Griffin decided to teach him a lesson. Each time he would try to use one of his slight of hand 'magic' tricks, Griffin would ruin each and every one. His pop-up flowers were wilted. His doves came out crows. His cards fell from his hands, and all happened to land face-up, with the same card showing on each. The crowd was becoming openly hostile, and rotten produce was flying. While his brother was busy destroying Sterfean's reputation, Piffin was busy stealing from the pickpocket. As soon as the thief placed something in his tunic, it was transported back to its owner's pocket. By the time Sterfean looked like a moving salad, and his thief friend was thinking it was time to go, the twin mages had gotten bored with their game. As the brothers were leaving, the crowd was ready to lynch the con artist and his thief. Piffin and Griffin were satisfied that they had taught the crooks a lesson, and it was getting towards the time of the banquet. On the way to the palace, they stopped at a few shops, to see what they had to offer. After another hour of touring the town, it was time to return to Prince Thrin's hospitality. * * * Trylon, Falon, Carzo, and Fenta had been visiting various shops, and taverns around Dugron. Any shop they bought something in, or any tavern they ate something in had lots of bragging rights of serving the first dwarves and elves seen in over 70 years. The townspeople would watch where they were going, and what they were doing. Some younger boys and girls even followed them around. They only had one problem during their entire outing. When they entered the tavern named Silver Spoon, for a midday meal, a group of drunks got violent with them. They had finished their meals, and were sipping some of the local brew, and chatting away when three large, dirty, and drunk men approached them. The men weren't overly intelligent, or they would have known that any one of the four could have beaten 3 drunks easily. The leader of the three grabbed Trylon by the shoulder. "You're a pretty boy, why don't you come into my room and I'll show you what a man can do. Then I'll let my two friends have a go at you." Trylon simply stood up, and towered over the drunkards. "I think it would be the wisest decision you could make to leave very quickly." The three men started to laugh, and everyone else in the bar moved away from the possible fight. The leading drunk pulled out a small knife and waved it menacingly in front of the elven prince. With lightning speed, Trylon used his left hand to grasp the man's knife hand, and used his right palm to deliver a strong blow to the man's sternum. As the man bent over in pain, Trylon's right knee met the man's head with a hard strike. The man fell backwards, and lay unmoving on the floor. When the other two drunks saw their friend go down, they both lunged towards Prince Trylon. Since neither was thinking clearly, they forgot that their target had friends. Carzo caught the one on Trylon's right, and used the momentum to throw him through the window. Fenta tripped the second man, and Falon caught him by the throat. With his left elbow he hit the junction between the man's neck and shoulder. The last man fell like a sack of potatoes. Fenta and Carzo each grabbed a body, and threw them out the window to rest with their other friend, until they regained consciousness. When the three men had been thrown out, the people left in the bar started clapping. Before the quartet had to listen to endless chatter of their deeds, they chose to make their exit. As they left the building, the time bell tolled twice. They still had an hour left before the meal, but they were all hot and sweaty from the fight, so they wanted to clean up. * * * The time bell rang for the third time, and Thrin entered the dinning room. All of the council was supposed to be present. Then as he looked around in more detail, two of the council members were missing. "I see that my son and his friend are running late. This may be a good time to mention that my son would be late even if the world depended on his punctuality." At this point, Scott and Wil came running in, gasping for air. While they were trying to catch their breath, the rest of the council was busy laughing and howling. The boys started to blush bright red, and Thrin couldn't resist poking fun at them. "Speak of the devils themselves." If it was possible, they started to blush even more, which only added to the others' laughter. Thrin raised his hand, and the room was quiet. "Enjoy this wonderful feast, and afterward, spend your last night before moving out however you think best. If there are any last minute details you think of, let me, or one of my staff know. After this meal, I most likely won't see you until tomorrow morning at dawn. Let us dine." The dinner went by, but very little was spoken. Everyone was thinking about going out and saving the world, or their loved ones having to do it. When the meal had been finished, and the dishes removed, Thrin called for the evening's entertainment. Tonight, for his guest's pleasure, Thrin had hired an acting company to perform a play. The play was about a small band of heroes saving the world from an unspeakable evil, and Thrin thought it would be a fitting play to have performed. Although some of those present enjoyed the play, most of those who would be leaving in the morning didn't pay attention to it. They were each lost in their own thoughts. When the play had ended, the council applauded, and threw the tips that were expected. When the actors had all left, the room was once again silent. Prince Thrin stood up, and addressed the council one last time. "I will see you at dawn. It would be good to spend this night wisely, for I'm sorry to say, it might very well be your last. Queen Aretha gasped and covered her mouth with her right hand. The others simply nodded their heads in agreement and understanding. Thrin took his wife's hand, and led her away. Trent got up, and without a word, went his own way. The team of saviors each went their own way, or went with their partner. * * * Scott ran towards the Steflen, the goldsmith's shop. The play had taken up more time than he expected, and it was already past sundown. He reached the shop, and the lights were still on inside. When he entered the shop, Steflen was standing right inside the door, with a leather-bound bundle in his hands. Steflen exchanged his bundle for a small pouch from Scott. "Not that I don't trust you Scott, but it is just habit for me to count." Scott smiled, and nodded his head. When Steflen had counted the coin, his jaw fell as if it was hinged to his face. "Scott, this is over twice the amount that we agreed upon. If you'll give me a minute, I'll get you your change." Scott placed his hand on the opening to the money pouch. "Keep it. For having the work completed so fast, and to still be able to keep it at your normal quality, you deserve it. Thanks again for doing this for me." "I'm glad that I could be of help, if you ever need any more work like this, I would be honored to have your return business." With a wave and a smile from both parties, Scott left the shop, and headed back towards the palace. When he reached the palace, he headed straight for Wil's room. He leaped up the staircases by twos and threes, and dodged between or around servants in a mad dash to reach his goal. Scott reached Wil's room; Wil was sitting on the bed, looking towards the door. When he saw Scott enter his face lit up, and he jumped to his feet. "Where have you been? This is our last night before we have to leave, and I wanted to have some fun with you." Scott held out his package, and returned Wil's cheerful grin. "I had to make a quick stop. I'm looking forward to the fun as much as you are, but I want to give you a gift first." Scott opened his package, and removed a large piece of jewelry. "Alright Wil, stick out your left wrist." Wil quickly moved his left arm into easy reach of Scott. Scott grinned, and placed the bracelet he had designed on his friend's left wrist. "Well, what do you think?" Wil took a long look at his gift. It was a gold bracelet that had two hinges on the side of the main plate, which swung down to connect the bracelet with a latch. On the face of the main plate, it had a large ruby in the center, and an emerald on both sides of the ruby. Etched around the jewels, was his name, Wil. Along the top and bottom of the main plate, was a pattern that was of creeping vines with leaves. "Scott, it's beautiful. I love it, but it must have cost you a fortune." Scott's grin broadened wider, as he pulled a second bracelet from the now empty bag. This bracelet was exactly like the first, except where the first one had Wil etched in it, this one had Scott. Wil took it out of Scott's hand, and when Scott put his left wrist forward, Wil placed the second bracelet on Scott's wrist. "Now we have a matching symbol of our friendship." Scott nodded. "I thought that it a fitting gift. So, do you want to get to the fun you mentioned earlier?" Wil nodded his head, took Scott by the arm, and led him towards the bed. Wil pushed Scott onto the bed, and climbed on top of him. He rested on his knees, with one on each side of Scott. He slowly started to take off Scott's clothing, starting from the top, moving towards the bottom. When the older boy was naked, he started to do the same for his friend, but Wil pushed his hands away, stood up, and winked. Prince Wil started to gyrate his hips, moving in sync with some rhythm that only he could hear. He slowly removed his tunic, and started to tease Scott by inching his pants down, then pulling them back up. Scott was sitting on the edge of the bed, and leaning forward watching intently. All that remained on Wil was his loincloth, which he thought was the most comfortable of the underclothing. He turned around, so his back was facing Scott. Then he slowly pulled down his last scrap of cloth until he was fully naked. Then he started to slowly rotate, but just when his prize was about to come into view, he would turn the other way. Finally Scott could take no more. He jumped off the bed, and grabbed Wil by the shoulders; he spun the younger boy around, to gaze at his friend. The two boys smiled at each other, and hand in hand, made their way towards the bed. When they reached the bed they lay down on their sides and looked into each other's eyes. Wil reached out, and started to slowly run his hand along the side of Scott's face, and down to his ribs, then back up again. After a moment, Scott started to run his hands along the smaller boy as well. Wil began playing with Scott's right nipple. Rolling it between his fingers, then pinching it and lighting pulling it. Scott's eyes fluttered for a moment, then he started to massage Wil's chest. Wil moved from Scott's right nipple to his left and gave it the same treatment. Scott rolled onto his back, pulling Wil on top of him. They stared into each other's eyes, and then Wil moved his face closer and closer to Scott's. Their lips touched in a gentle kiss. Scott gasped, and Wil pulled back. Wil turned his head and started to pull away, but Scott held him close. With Wil trapped in Scott's arms, he continued to struggle, until he was too tired to continue. When he stopped thrashing, his sobs were audible. His entire body quivered as he wept. Scott rubbed his back until Wil calmed down some. Scott moved his right hand and gently turned his friend toward him. "Wil, why are you trying to pull away? You never have to be afraid of me." Wil's eyes were downcast. "I'm so sorry Scott, I wasn't thinking. Please don't hate me. When you gasped, I knew I had gone too far. Please don't hate me, you're my only friend." Scott moved down until his face was even with his friend's. Then he moved his head and gave Wil a slow, drawn out kiss. When they were both in need of air, they parted. "It wasn't that you had gone to far, or that I was mad. When we kissed, it felt so right, so wonderful. That's why I gasped. Please forgive me. I didn't mean for you to get hurt." Their eyes meet and after a moment, Wil stopped his crying and his body stilled. Then he moved closer and returned the kiss to Scott. They cuddled close together and kissed again and again. Their night passed slowly and peacefully. They kissed and cuddled all night long and found themselves wrapped close together the following morning. * * * In another room, the two dwarves Carzo and Fenta prepared themselves for a bit of slumber. Fenta had already gone to bed early, because he had consumed a vast amount of ale earlier in the day. No one can hold their liquor and ale like a dwarf, but even they have their limits. Carzo slowly walked over towards his companion's bed. Fenta had stripped before sliding under the covers, which presented Carzo with a prime opportunity. The greatest mystery in dwarven society was if your friends were male or female. Carzo could just take a quick peak under the covers, and see what sex he was falling in love with. Carzo slowly slid his hand towards the coverlet. Just as he reached it he pulled his hand away. He'd leave the surprise for later, but he really was falling in love with Fenta. Soon, he would find out all of his friend's secrets. With a long sigh, Carzo removed his clothing, and slipped into his own bed. He wasn't sure when he could reveal his feelings for Fenta, but it had to be soon. * * * The two elves were busy tonight, since they knew it might be a while before they had another chance. Trylon was slowly lowering himself down onto Falon's large cock. Although in public Trylon was in charge, in private he preferred to submit to his younger brother. Neither elven prince was a virgin. In fact, they were both far from it. Inch by inch Trylon lowered himself, until Falon's penis was all of the way in. For a moment Trylon held himself there, merely flexing his anal muscles to drive his brother wild. When Falon could take no more of this, he grabbed Trylon around the waist, held him close, and rolled over. Falon started to slowly stroke in and out of his brother's hole. A steady rhythm that soon had the entire bed swaying in beat. Trylon wasn't lying there idly, but was pushing back with all of his ability. Falon could feel his brother getting close, and decided to bring them off together. Using all of his flexibility, Falon leaned forward and started to lick Trylon's cock while still stroking his ass. With only a couple of minutes of tongue rolls and hard suction he could tell his brother was about to orgasm. With one last mighty push and suck, the brothers shared in a powerful orgasm. When they had recovered from their pleasure waves, Falon pulled out from Trylon's loosened hole. Falon rolled back onto the bed, and Trylon moved over and licked his brother clean. When he had finished, Trylon crawled up into his brother's arms, and they were quickly asleep. * * * Not to be left out, the twin mages were enjoying the last night before the impending quest as well. They had relaxed after the meal with some herbal tea, and had discussed what they thought might happen in the days ahead. The night was growing short when they finally made it to bed. They were lying side by side, observing the differences between their bodies, and the similarities. Their skin tone and muscle build were so close they looked like copies. Only their hair colors showed any differences in the twins' appearances. Piffin closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around his twin. They faces moved together, and shared in a light, yet passionate kiss. Griffin licked his way around his lover's body, staying longer at the nipples, navel, and inner thighs. When he reached the inner thighs he pivoted his body so his head was in line with Piffin's groin. While Griffin was doing his best to avoid directly stimulating his brother's penis, Piffin had started to lick into Griffin's butt. He slid his tongue up and down the crack, and ran circles around the opening. Then he plunged his tongue inside, and pressed as far in as he could. Moving his tongue in circles, Piffin soon had his brother prepared. Griffin turned back around, and then let Piffin climb on top of him. Griffin used his mental strength to will his rectum to open and remain open, far beyond the normal range. And once Griffin was fully opened, Piffin thrust fully into him with one push. Griffin now concentrated on making his hole as tight as possible to give the utmost pleasure. The twins focused their minds on each other, and soon had a mental link between them. Their thoughts and feelings were carried along this bond. While the two slowly rocked back and forth, and later picked up speed, they each fed off of the pleasure the other was receiving. With an exchange of love between them, they hit a mutual climax. The combination of their own pleasure and that of their lover was mind shattering. When they finally separated, there was no mess. As if they had never done anything. They only broke the mental link as they fell into sleep. * * * As dawn approached, Prince Trent was again acting the part of a spy. He crept silently along the corridors, and checked from room to room of the palace guests. He first entered his older brother's room, and as he expected, found Scott and Wil intertwined. He smiled and slowly backed out of the room. He went down another couple of doors, and slid into one of the larger guest quarters. He picked one that had a silent door, and was quickly inside. In the large bed the twin mages were sleeping cuddled close together. Trent smiled again. He turned to sneak back out, and came to a sudden stop. Like a silent sentinel Piffin was standing in front of the door. Trent recovered from his shock quickly, and turned to run for an alternate exit. Griffin was standing no more then one foot behind him. Trent was trapped. Piffin lightly placed his hand on Trent's shoulder. "It's not polite to spy on guests, is it?" Trent's eyes were downcast and head bowed. "No sir, it isn't. I know I shouldn't have done this, sir." Piffin gave a wink to his brother. "We'll not bring him any trouble, but we can still have some fun." Griffin gives a small nod to his brother to show he agrees. Trent missed the entire exchange between the brothers because he was to busy worrying about what was going to happen to him, so he didn't dare look up. Piffin dramatically paced a few steps back and forth; he rubbed his chin, and turned his head to the side. "What do you suppose we should do with you?" "Perhaps tell your father that we were intruded upon, and our dignity robed." Trent's eyes bulged because he feared what his father would do to him if he found out what he had been up to. "Please sirs, please don't tell him." Griffin stepped forward to Trent's left side. "Or we could deal with you ourselves, and teach you a lesson." Trent was getting worried. He started to quiver. Piffin and Griffin had scarred him, and that wasn't quite what they had planned for. "You're lesson Trent, will be to never get caught when you are spying." With that they each ruffled Trent's hair and patted him on the back. When Trent looked back up, the mages had disappeared. He would practice, but for now, he'd just go to his room and try to stay out of the way. * * * Everyone had his own way of waking up. Wil woke to Scott kissing him. Trylon awoke to Falon lightly nibbling on his penis. Carzo and Fenta were roused by one of the palace servants. Griffin and Piffin were startled by Trent crossing their wards. And Thrin was awakened to find he had overslept, and needed to rush to see the heroes off. When Thrin arrived, most of the party was prepared to depart. Along with Wil, Scott, Piffin, Griffin, Trylon, Falon, Fenta, and Carzo were 5 hand picked elves and 5 dwarves. They would support the main team, and protect the selected men with their lives. The team each had a set of clothes for each region, woodlands, desserts, mountains, night travel, and combat equipment. Each had their preferred weapons, clothing, and foodstuffs for a few weeks travel. When all were assembled, they moved to the gate, and lined up in two lines, leaving a gap in between them. As soon as the gap was formed, the teirven came running through the gates. Eighteen came, one for each of those who would go. To everyone but the elves, it was wondrous that the needed number would come without even being summoned. The dwarves had protested that they would run, and could keep up with any animal, but it wasn't to be. The team mounted the sturdy beasts, and although the humans and dwarves weren't used to riding a teirven bareback, they all managed to find their seat. Without turning around or uttering a single good bye, the teirven started running towards the boundary of Dugron. Pride was obvious in Thrin's eyes, but Aretha's were filled with tears. This day would be a long hard ride, as would many after it. 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Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 04:03:06 -0600 From: David Presents Subject: The Plight of Strolin Chapter 5 Do Not Read If: *You are not legally old enough for the laws where you live *You have objections to gay/bi sex, and at some points, incest *You are just looking for an email address for hate mail *Or if you know you shouldn't be reading it for any other reason *Legal Notice: This work is total fiction, and other then being from the author's imagination, has no basis in reality. And reference to anyone living, or dead, is pure coincidence, and unintended. The author holds all rights and privileges to this work, and any that may follow. Any redistributing, and other uses of this work with the author's consent are strictly prohibited. Any violations of the author's rights for this work will be challenged legally. The Plight of Strolin Chapter 5 Falon and Trylon led their team heading to the southwest. Kathos had spies all around, so the elven princes were trying to throw them off from discovering their true destination. If the team kept on their current path, they would run into wolffen territory in two weeks. The wolffen are wolves the size of a small horse, very mean and vicious, and like regular wolves, territorial. Until a few packs had joined Kathos' army, the wolffen were not known to leave their lands unless provoked. It was almost midday when the party finally came to a rest. Trylon raised his hand and all of the members circled around him. "We'll stop here for an hour. Our mounts need not rest, but some of us do. I'm sure we'd all appreciate a little nourishment." Murmurs of agreement and the rumblings of hungry stomachs were Trylon's only feedback. The elves slid off of the teirven with expert ease. The humans were only a little less graceful. The dwarves however, fell to the ground as often as not. The short, but stout, men were all rubbing sore posteriors. Rations were passed out, and everyone sat down for a cold meal. When everyone had finished speaking, Falon advised the group of their next move. "We told you that we would have to travel for at least a couple of weeks to reach the outskirts of elven territory, which end at the town called South Point. There we will stock up on supplies, and it will be where we separate the decoy team from the real one. What I didn't tell you is that we are going to take a short cut." "The teirven have some powers that only elven people have been allowed to know, that is, until now. The teirven are descendants of unicorns, they have certain magical properties that are unexpected. The one that concerns us now is their space shifting abilities. When in danger, or in great need, the teirven can summon their stored power and move from one place to another through an area of nothingness." Giving his audience a little time to soak things in, Trylon moved on. "When the sun sets, we will use the teirven's space shifting powers to bring us within one day's ride of South Point. Hopefully this move will not only confuse Kathos, but give us a little more time to learn how to stop Skentrak." Everyone moved off into separate places to finish their meals. When Falon signaled to mount up again, the humans and elves had to assist the dwarves in remounting their teirven. Wil was watching how Scott mounted, and to Wil's surprise, Scott mounted with the grace and look of a practiced rider. "Scott, where did you ever learn to ride?" Scott smiled and chuckled at the memory. "It's a funny story, but not one you'd expect from a town's boy. I learned to ride when I stole some horse. it was either learn quickly or fall on my face." Scott had his teirven spin in a quick, tight circle. "A man who owned lots of horses used to treat the horses better than the children and slaves he would buy. So, I stole his horses, ransacked his place, and had his captives released. Then I sold the horses to a farmer for a good price and riding tips. The worst part was that his plantation was 100 miles from town." Trylon pulled his mount in between the two boys. "Sorry to interrupt you two, but we need to get moving. We have to get to a large meadow for the teirven, and we have a limited time span." The two boys grimaced, but they fell into line. Soon, the company was moving south, towards their goal. * * * Dusk was drawing near. The sun was more than half of the way down. It cast shadows and red auras across the land. Kathos smiled. Soon the fun would begin. He turned to his second in command, one of the few trolls with enough intelligence to give orders, and spoke to him. "Kelset, you will lead one team, while I will lead the other. We will take two squads each. You and your team head straight south, at a normal canter. Attack the village's northern side. I will take my team and flank the village, coming in from the south. Distract them long enough for my team to sneak in, and the village will fall." Kelset gave a small head-bow to his master. "When shall the attack commence sir?" Kathos's blood red eyes glowed brightly, with an evil power. "Begin now! Move out!" Two parties were quickly formed, containing trolls, gnomes, humans, drow elves, and wolffen. The humans road horses, while the trolls, gnomes, drow elves, and wolffen ran. Kathos and his party set out first, at a fast gallop, and then Kelset and his team began their own journey. * * * The sun had been down for an hour or two. The torches were burning, and the guards were alert. Sicheit was a well-guarded village. Sicheit was located on an island and surrounded by a river. The river was only about 75 feet across, but it was also over 50 feet deep. Around the village was a wall made of poles that had been lashed together and planted deeply into the ground. There were 8 guard towers, each with 3 archers. The inner wall was built of stone, so that it couldn't be burnt if the outer wall fell. The entire outpost had been built only about 25 years ago. A group of people who were concerned for their safety found the site and built Sicheit to protect them. A screeching alarm pierced the night. The Bridges leading from the north were being overtaken by the dark legions. Sicheitian archers were providing cover fire while the ground troops moved into place. The human riders that were in front of Kelset's squads were quickly picked off. Just when the Sicheit defenders were beginning to show signs of hope, the wolffen leaped into action. With a push from their hind legs, the five wolffen under Kelset's authority leaped into the guard towers. In a few moments they had ripped through the archers and dropped down into the city. The trolls, gnomes, and drow elves moved in after the wolffen. They used their shields to deflect arrows, and soon were engaged in battle with the main force of Sicheit. The defenders were all elven and human warriors, proven many times in fighting, so Kelset's forces were up against a formidable foe. The Sicheitian fighters were not novices at defending their city and had left the guard towers at the south side of the city filled with archers, incase of a flanking maneuver. Two of the three archers in the southern tower had turned towards Sicheit and the sounds of battle, while the third remained watchful. The guard's ears twitched, and he peered into the darkness. Just as he was able to make out moving figures, Kathos's sword slid through his throat. When his body fell, his two companions reached for the alarm gong. They never got a chance to ring it, for the wolffen had been sneaking up from within the city, while Kathos snuck up from without. The south gate was torn from its hinges by four of the trolls under Kathos' control. With a red glint in his eyes, Kathos led the charge on the unprotected backs of the Sicheitians. The trolls hacked and slashed at the elven and human victims, while the wolffen chomped and ripped the bodies to pieces, and the drow elves and gnomes took care of any townsmen left standing. The defenders fought to the last man, but there was no hope, and they were soon all dead or dying. The town lay in ruins, its people dead. The older youths had taken the children, and fled through escape tunnels to the river. They would travel to towns where friends and families waited. Many of the women had been fighting along side the men, defending their homes from the onslaught. What few women remained were either gathering all of their important documents and relics, or they were laying fire to the remnants of the town in order to provide time for the last few people to escape. One man had not taken part in the fight, and was not making any attempt to flee. His name was Strembeck, and he was the last of the elven warriors who had been in charge of guarding the stone. After placing the shard in a deep cave in the Sandtrap, Strembeck had taken the stone and hidden it far in the north, where Kathos wouldn't expect it to be located. When his job had been finished, he had returned to the elven lands, and with some allies, had settled Sicheit. Strembeck knew why Kathos had come, and he had expected Kathos' coming for many years. Kathos had been the one to kill all of the stone guardians, until only Strembeck remained. Strembeck had been trapped in the bowels of a dungeon, and was awaiting his own death. Then an old man had appeared out of the mists, and stood before him in the cell. With a tap from the man's staff, the chains holding Strembeck had fallen, and he was free. In a puff of smoke, the old man had vanished, leaving a small hole in the wall of the cell. After Strembeck followed the hole to escape, he had sought a safe place to hide until the end of his days. There was nowhere other then Sicheit for him to go, and he knew Kathos would follow him wherever he went. So with a regretful smile on his face, he awaited the giant drow. Strembeck was sitting in his favorite chair, enjoying a glass of wine and staring towards the door and what would soon to come through it. The flames in the fireplace cast shadows on the wall, while the wind outside made his cottage shutter and tremble. The end was near. With a sound of tearing and splintering his door was reduced to rubble. In the darkness of the night, two red, glowing eyes were visible. The eyes moved closer until they entered the room, along with the body that carried them. A large form cast a forbidding shadow on the wall. "Well Strembeck, it has been a long time. I see you were expecting me. Then of course, you know why I'm here. So let's get to the point, give me the information I want, and I will make your death quick and painless." Taking the last sip of his wine, Strembeck stood to face his tormentor. "Kathos, it doesn't matter what you do to me. I'll laugh at you from hell, because you'll never know the location of the stone." Having said his mind, Strembeck threw back his head in laughter, and with movements born of madness, plunged a small dagger into Kathos's heart. "I'll see you in hell!" Kathos stood calmly, while his dark blood was covering Strembeck's knife and arm. The blood was forming a pool around their feet. With a contented sigh, Strembeck let go of the knife and stepped back. "After all of these years of running and hiding, now we'll go to hell together." Kathos began to laugh when he kicked Strembeck, making him fall onto the floor. "You think I would die that easily?" With deliberately slow movements, Kathos pulled the bloody dagger from his heart and then threw the dagger into the fire. The blood stopped flowing, and then, the skin surrounding the wound began to pulsate. The skin then pressed together, and quickly began to seal itself. "For anyone else I would have made their death slow for attacking me, but for you, I'll finish you quickly, so you'll be out of my sight. I don't really need to know the location of the stone. I'll find it soon enough. Which means, I have no use for you." Kathos bent over and grabbed Strembeck by the throat. Kathos picked Strembeck up and pulled him to eye level. His lips curled into an evil sneer, and his eyes glowed brightly. With one quick squeeze Strembeck's throat caved in, his eyes rolled back, and his life force faded away. Kathos tossed the corpse to the floor like a sack of rubbish. As he was leaving the cottage, he flicked his fingers and cast the home into flames. When he reached the portion of his army that had accompanied him on his raid, his second in command, Kelset, came to report. "Sir, we have set fire to the village, killed any people we encountered, and sent troops to chase the ones that fled. Did you find what you were looking for?" Kathos was facing Kelset, but his eyes were focused on empty space. "No, but it's not important any longer. At least I've finally completed my revenge on the those who once dared to challenge my master." His eyes reverted their focus onto the face of his second in command. "Return to our main camp, and get what rest you can, for it will be daylight soon." What remained of the two companies headed in the direction of their main camp. Most of the humans that had ridden with them had fallen, some of the gnomes had been taken, and the wolffen had been fed. Although the information that had been the goal of the raid was never discovered, the dark forces felt content that they had destroyed yet another village standing in their way. The remnants of Sicheit burned far into the night. * * * The sun was about to set, and the sky was colored with the shades of a rainbow. Trylon and Falon had halted the team in a small clearing that was surrounded by tall trees. Trylon moved away from the group, so everyone could see and hear him. "We will form a single line. I will be in front, then my brother Falon, and then the rest of you in any order you see fit. The area we will travel through will look like an endless gray zone. Do not fall off your mount, whatever you do. The teirven will know the way, so just hold on for the ride. I suggest you focus on something, such as the back of your teirven or the person in front of you. This will keep you from being tempted to look down, and possibly losing your balance." Trylon and Falon moved to the front of the line, and they signaled the others to form up into whatever order they wished. When everyone was ready, Trylon chanted words not spoken in over fifty years. "Enecktumb ahnerabule sofurito cafatorumbolica celadora." The incantation still hung in the air, when all of the teirven threw their heads back and let out a high-pitched cry. Lowering their eyes, the teirven pointed their center horn at the same location, a single point a few feet in front of the pack leader. A thin blue steam of light shot out from each teirven's horn. When all of the beams had touched at the single point, a large portal began to form. The portal shifted and expanded until it was an opening nine feet in diameter. Whenever the edge of the opening encountered a tree, grass, or anything else, the edge sliced through everything like a blade. The shimmering blue color of the portal opened and between the blue edges, only a large, dull gray area remained. Pylon and Falon lead the rest of the party into the portal. Their line quickly entered the grayness, and the portal closed behind them. It seemed as the teirven were walking on air, but nothing except the grayness that surrounded and encompassed them could be seen. The teirven turned to the right, and then they turned to back in the direction they had come from. Their path made no sense to the party members, because the path they chose doubled back on itself and made very unusual twists and turns. The dwarves were beginning to discuss turning back and finding their own way to South Point, but Carzo quickly told them to trust in the elven princes' lead. Pylon and Falon could easily hear the comments that were being made, but they looked ahead and never said a word. Wil and Scott were both getting bored from this trip, and they thought that hours had passed. Time had no meaning in this gray area nor did distance. Since there was no landscape or other points of interest, the ride was extremely boring. The lulling of the teirven's movements and the endless grayness was too much for one dwarf to overcome. He was getting drowsy, and to his dismay, he looked down. While he couldn't see anything, it was the feeling of walking on nothing that caused him to get dizzy. While he was suffering from vertigo, he leaned too much to one side, and slipped from his mount. Fenta saw his ally slipping and he tried to catch him. "Sikari, hold on!" Fenta strapped a rope around his waist, and was about to go after his fallen friend, but Carzo moved to stop him. "No my friend, Sikari is lost to us. He could have fallen anywhere in the world. Wherever he is, I hope he's safe and that he can live happily. Get back in line, when we reach our destination, we'll hold a short memorial for our lost friend." The company moved back into the line and pressed on. Although the party members were depressed and saddened by the loss of their friend, they were also very careful to stay awake and hold tight to their mounts. In what was perceived as a short time, the party reached their goal. Another gate formed before them, this one was blue rimmed, but showed short trees, with sand and grass between them. The teirven exited through the gateway into a small clearing. The dwarves were the first to dismount, being the least experienced riders. Everyone rubbed their sore legs and walked around bow-legged for a few moments. After a few more minutes of relaxing, they climbed back on, aching legs and all, and followed Trylon to their stopping point for the night. The sun had set an hour before the party reached South Point. South Point was situated near the edge of a cliff, on one side having large trees and forests, and on the other having sand as far as the eye could see. South Point was more of a slightly protected village than a fort. The village had a wooden pole fence that surrounded it, but the fence was only two meters high and had obviously been moved many times. This makeshift protection served more as a source of comfort than as any real protection from attack. South Point had two gates, one at the north face and one at the south. Trylon lead the group until they were about 100 yards from the north gate, then he called a halt. "Most of the elves still remember the teirven, but they would not be happy to see them ridden by non-elves. Therefore, we'll dismount here, and walk the last leg of our journey through elven territory." Scott and Wil were both very tired from the trip, but they were also excited about going into their first elven village. All of the riders were bone weary from the hard miles and were quite happy to walk away a little of the stiffness in their legs. When the teirven were unburdened, they disappeared into the forest like a phantom dissolving in the mist. By the time Trylon, Falon, their elven protectors, Wil, Scott, Carzo, Fenta, the dwarven fighters, and the human fighters reached the north gate, a small welcoming party was waiting to greet them. A few elven fighters and one distinguished looking elf seemed happy to see their visitors. What surprised most of the dwarves and humans was that the elf that seemed to be in charge was not only a bit on the plump side, but he was also showing signs of aging. The elder elf stepped forward and bowed his head slightly to the elven princes. "I am Elganor, and I am the Council Chief of South Point. I speak for all of South Point when I say that we are honored and most pleased to have visitors of such significance. Our village seer had given us a notice that the two princes would soon be joining us, and that the reason you would come would affect the entire world. We will assist in any way we can to aid you in your effort." He motioned towards the open gate. "Please, let me show you to our guest lodgings." Elganor lead the procession through the village to a large building located in the center of town. South Point was constructed largely of wood. Drainage canals were located on the sides of the streets. Fresh streams were channeled in from many directions, to not only provide the city with water, but also to keep South Point clean. When the entire group had entered the large waiting room of the guest quarters, Elganor stepped onto a slightly raised platform so that he might be heard. "I apologize for these guest quarters. They were never designed to facilitate such a large number of visitors. I'm afraid that the rooms might be rather cramped, but the beds will be soft, and the food good. The Council of South Point will be using this room later tonight to host a banquet in your honor. I'll leave any room assignments to you, and once again apologize for the inconvenience." The elves from South Point left the room and the tired group members went towards the rooms. They would decide on sleeping arrangements after everyone had time to clean up. The dinner would not be served until late that night, so everyone was looking forward to a nice, refreshing nap. * * * Sikari tried hard to reach the safety of his mount, but he could not stop his fall. The endless gray seemed to remain the same, although he could feel himself falling quite fast. He had no real idea of time, but his best guess was that he had been falling for almost 20 minutes. He had fallen from ledges and off mountain paths while in the dwarven homeland, so falling was nothing new to him. Sikari rotated so he was now falling headfirst, incase there was anything to look at on this one-way trip. He felt himself picking up more speed, and soon his eyes began to water from the wind racing past. Faster and faster he fell. He was soon whizzing by so fast that he had to place his arms in front of his head, so he could open his eyes at all. Sikari heard a loud thunderclap as a bright blue vortex appeared before him. He was approaching it at tremendous speed, and tried to reduce his speed by making his body less aerodynamic. No matter what he tried, Sikari was going to enter the vortex moving extremely fast. Not knowing what the entering the vortex would do, he took one last big breath and looked away as he entered the blue gateway. With his eyes closed, all Sikari was aware of was the loud whooshing sound as he passed through the vortex. He had no warning at all when he was suddenly enveloped by water. The sudden drop into cold water caused Sikari to blow out all of his air and open his eyes. He quickly righted himself and headed for the surface. He had been pulled under with such force that he was far below the surface before he was aware of his situation. By the time his head broke the surface, his lungs were burning for air. Sikari gasped for air and struggled against the current of whatever water body he was in, as he moved towards the shore. The banks were high and he was having trouble getting anything to hold on to before the current pulled him on. He was quickly losing his strength and made one last grab for land. He reached for a tree root, as his last try, and missed. In surrender, he spread his arms wide and waited for the water to claim him. Just as he started to go under, his outstretched arm caught on a tree branch. The frantic dwarf clamped his hand onto his newfound lifeline, and with all of his might, managed to drag himself out of the water. He crawled a few feet away from the water and then collapsed from exhaustion. * * * Elganor and the rest of the Council had prepared a large dinner while Wil, Scott, and the others were cleaning up. The elves had provided wild boar, roasted fowls, skilla roots, pigmy apples, and sweet tubers. Wil, Scott, Trylon, Falon, and the other elves opted for roasted fowl and pigmy apples, while Carzo, Fenta, and the other dwarves chose the boar and skilla roots. They all enjoyed the sweet tubers as dessert. Elganor asked for everyone's attention so he could speak. "South Point welcomes all of you, and we are glad to provide assistance on your quest. While all of you were preparing for dinner, the Council held a conference with the two princes. We have convinced them to stay here and rest for three days, after which we will restock your supplies and wish you well. During these next three days, our elven warriors will also teach you some of what you will need to know, in order to survive in the Sandtrap. Please enjoy your meal." The meal was quickly finished, and the Council left the room. Carzo stood up as the room became silent. "I ask you to give a moment of silence in memory of Sikari. I know that this journey will have many casualties, but I had not expected one so soon. >From this point on there may not be enough time to honor fallen warriors, but we will use any time we do have to remember them. I am sure that you all agree with me when I say that we hope Sikari has either moved on to a better place, or if he did survive, that he will be happy until the end of his days." Once Carzo had finished his speech, the dwarves, elves, and humans went to their rooms to get some rest. The rooms were sparse, so sleeping arrangements were cramped. Wil and Scott were sharing the room with Piffin and Griffin, while Carzo and Fenta were sharing one with Trylon and Falon. The other dwarves, humans and elves were rooming with at least four other people in a room. Although the rooms were filled, everyone was happy to have a bed to sleep in. * * * Two scouts dressed in dark leather armor were patrolling the southern quadrant of their camp when they came upon a large mound lying next to the river. They moved over to examine the mass, thinking it a downed animal. On closer inspection, they found the body to be that of a strong dwarf. The scouts each grabbed an arm and started to drag Sikari back to their camp. * * * Sikari woke up in chains. He heard a deep voice ask him for his name. "My name is Sikari. Who wants to know?" A large drow stepped out into the light provided by the moon. "I am Kathos. Now, you are going to tell me everything you know about the efforts to destroy the shard and foil my plans. If you do not tell me, I will introduce you to a new world of pain. I will have my answers one way or the other." Sikari mustered his will and glared at Kathos. "You'll only find out what I know from my ghost, because I will never tell you!" Two large eyes glowed blood red, and a huge grin spread across an evil drow's face. Kathos's grin looked more like a hungry wolf drooling over food, in the dwarf's opinion. "I was hoping you would say that. Now, my guest, get comfortable, because you will be here for a long time." Kathos left the room and yelled orders to his guards, but Sikari could not hear what was said. He could hear Kathos laughing an evil and malevolent cackle. Two hours passed while Sikari tried to sleep, but the chains cutting into his skin and the hard rock slab pushing into his back made sleeping impossible. Just as Sikari was about to doze off from complete exhaustion, the cell door burst open. Kathos slapped a metal collar around Sikari's neck and then used his hands to break the other chains that held his prisoner. Sikari was dragged like a dog on a leash out of his small cell and into the main camp of Kathos's army. Two large poles had been erected in the center of the grounds, and two large, metal rings were attached to each. Guards had attached chains to each ring. Sikari was strapped into the chains that were hanging from the poles and pulled, until he was in a spread eagle position. Once he was strung up, his clothes were cut off him until he was only wearing his underclothes. Kathos sauntered up carrying a large, multi tipped whip with him. He held the whip menacingly in front of Sikari's face. "By the time I return, you will be past the breaking point, and you will beg me to listen to your secrets." He motioned to a figure standing in the shadows, and the figure stood up. The figure, a rock troll, stepped up until he stood next to Kathos. Kathos handed him the whip. "You will whip his legs, back, buttocks, and shoulders. Then, when he starts to pass out, you will stop and wake him up. You will continue this pattern until I return." Without a further thought, he walked away. Kathos knew his orders would be carried out without error, and very soon he'd have the answers he sought. If you enjoyed reading The Plight of Strolin, please feel free to contact me at dwpresents@hotmail.com Please send only comments that are 'constructive'. For those comments that you know I don't want to see, don't bother typing them. Author's Note: I apologize for taking this long in between chapters.

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Date: Mon, 16 Sep 2024 07:26:43 +0100 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Barney's Confessions of a Wannabe Gay Sex Slave 21-22 Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults interested in homosexual erotica. If that is not something that you wish to read then go no further. All characters and situations are fictional, though hopefully plausible, and grounded in reality. The work published here is all my own with all rights reserved. The author is based in the UK so the diction reflects this but my stories involve characters of different ethnicities and many are set in locations outside the UK. My thanks go to Nifty for all the pleasure the Archive has given me over the years and for the opportunity to bring my writing efforts to the attention of those who share my particular erotic interests. Readers are encouraged to make a donation to keep the archive going for many more years. As always, feedback both critical and complimentary is welcome via e-mail to: barneybumpkin@gmail.com. Please don't contact me with commercial requests or advertising. Hope you enjoy Barney Summary In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man. After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies. However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other. Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise. Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master. Reader's Comments on Barney's previous work "I enjoyed reading your story. It is well-written, with good pace and detail. The theme is imaginative and so hot." "I want to let you know how much I'm enjoying your latest story. Not only is it incredibly horny (I cum every time I read an instalment) but I love the way you're slowly ratcheting things up in an entirely believable fashion." "Your splendid writing has blown my mind and my cock!" Chapter Twenty-One Hi Sir Spotted your track. I am available for fucking anytime Wednesday or Thursday this week. Alan xxx thursday 1800hrs Although for once, Ram had given me plenty of notice to prepare for our next encounter, if I drove, the arrival time he had specified, of 6pm, would inevitably mean me getting caught up in the rush hour traffic. On top of which, I knew from my previous visits that I would also have difficulty finding a parking space once I got there. Anxious to avoid displeasing my master by being late, I decided I would instead undertake the journey by underground, but I had other motives too. The prospect of travelling to see Ram by tube had been something that had excited me ever since my first visit to his flat. No longer able to look forward to the thrill of being made to strip and wank off whilst the lad drove my car, I had fantasized about him humiliating me travelling to and from being fucked by specifying I should wear revealing clothes for my journey. Given what he'd done to my jeans to register his disgust at the ease of my seduction by the horny minimarket shelf-stacker, I'd embellished the scenario still further in my wank fantasies by having him deliberately tear or soil the only clothes I had to wear for my homeward trip, as well as confiscate some of them, before booting me out onto the street to face the consequences alone. However, as Ram had not bothered to specify what I was to wear on this occasion, I was left in a quandary as to what I should choose. Although the thought of wearing the remnants of my former jeans on the tube, with my cock and ass peeking out through their enlarged holes and my cut-down Gap T-shirt, excited me enormously, and may even have been acceptable had I been a punk teenager, at my age I realised I was likely to get myself accused of flashing and be subjected to a shed-load load of abuse from other commuters and may even have been refused entry by the station staff. That, said, I had stumbled across videos posted on the internet of young guys with great bodies blatantly parading themselves naked through a number of the metro systems of the world and their nudity being received in good humour by the other passengers - no doubt grateful to have a distraction from the tedium of their underground journeys more enjoyable than that supplied by the average busker! But I guessed they had the hidden reassurance of someone close-by taking the pictures, able to supply them with clothing and back them up should things go awry... Aware of Ram's liking for having me dress up smartly so he could enjoy stripping me of my finery and expose me as his cock-sucking, ass-licking inferior, on the day of our meet, I wrote back to him saying I had to travel by tube that day as the car was out of action and would it be okay if I reverted to the way I dressed when I was a commuter. I chose not to mention that this consisted of a grey polyester suit, a white shirt and tie and smart black work shoes, but added that as I hadn't dressed like this for almost three years, and couldn't see me ever wearing it again, it was completely expendable. I only hoped that by the end of my visit, the lad would realise the added vulnerability I had acquired as a result of travelling to him by underground and I would not find myself dressed quite so respectably for my journey home. Becoming aroused by these thoughts, but aware that time was getting short, after sending off the message I checked out the London Transport Journey Planner and discovered my journey was likely to take around an hour and a half door to door. As it was already past four, I quickly showered, douched and dressed myself as I'd proposed, without waiting for a reply from Ram. Unfamiliar with Stratford, before I hurried off to my local tube station in a bid to reach him on-time, I also checked out the shortest walking route from the station to his flat, which I discovered would take me though the same park he'd had me wank-off in after our last encounter where I'd been caught and fucked by his randy neighbours. Fortunately, I had come out of the encounter unscathed and after both of them had had their way with me, had been given my clothes back and permitted to drive home with my possessions intact! Since my career had been so abruptly ended, I had mostly relied on my car to get from A to B, only using the underground spasmodically to visit the West End for special occasions or to take visitors to see the sights - so it would be a new experience to travel into the centre of London and then out again to a suburb in the East that I hadn't visited before. As I dashed up the road, I took the precaution of pausing to send Ram a text to inform him that I was on my way by tube and promised I would text him again when I arrived in Stratford, as I couldn't be exactly sure what my arrival time would be. To my relief, due to the abundance of rush-hour trains, the route turned out to be both simple and quick and I arrived at his local station at five-forty-six as predicted. But when I checked my mobile after arriving, I discovered I'd received no reply from Ram, so crossed my fingers he'd be waiting for me at 6pm as arranged and not get too upset that, for once, I had not driven my car. All seemed well however, as after my walk from the station, I reached the lad's flat only a few minutes after the appointed time and after reciting my humiliating mantra into the entry-phone was granted admittance by him. As usual, an array of post-it notes greeted me on the inner doors, though I noticed I was not being trusted with running any errands for him this time round. Only when I crawled into the lounge on my hands and knees with my blindfold on, did I find out that Ram had received neither my email messages nor my texts. "So, you chickened out of wearing the sexy hot pants I made for you?" he teased, prompting me to explain that my car was out of action and that I'd had to travel to him by tube - so needed to dress more respectably than I did when driving. "I sent you text messages before I set off and when I got to Stratford," I added, wondering why he hadn't received them. In response, Ram grudgingly admitted the battery of his phone had gone flat, due to a faulty charger cable and he wouldn't be able to send or receive messages until he bought a replacement. "So, this is what you decided to wear to impress me?" he added caustically, dragging me up from the floor by the ear to have me pose for him while he circled around me, providing a critique of my former work wear, illustrating his criticisms by yanking its fabric in one direction then another. "The jacket's way too big... the colour's drab... the pants are too baggy... and too loose at the hips. The shoes are not only cheap and nasty but worn-out... you're wearing boring grey socks and the tie can only be described as hideous!" "This is what I used to wear for work, sir," I explained apologetically, "It was meant to be comfortable. but I guess it got a bit shabby by the time I was through. I've also lost weight since I started swimming and working- out more regularly, so I had to wear the belt to stop the trousers from falling down." "Let's see!" the lad exclaimed, seizing on my remark as an excuse to remove my belt completely to see what happened. Only to then witness my pants immediately slide down to my ankles and inadvertently reveal that my cock had begun to stir in response to the rough-housing and telling-off he was giving me. "And what made you think you were permitted to wear underwear?" he demanded, tugging down my plain white briefs to my knees to ridicule me further, "In future, I expect you to travel to meet me commando!" "I will sir!" I readily agreed, as the thought of doing this made my dick swell even faster. "Take off the jacket and put your hands on your head!" he then demanded, and once I'd done so, set about removing my tie and opening up the buttons at the front of my shirt. With my tits and genitals now at his mercy, Ram suddenly switched tack to another issue that had riled him, one that I had not even realised he knew about. "When I got back home after we last met, I noticed your car was still parked outside the flat... You care to explain that?" he challenged. Thinking he might see it as me blaming him for putting me in harm's way, when things had worked out okay in the end, I had chosen not to share with the lad what had happened to me in the park after I had sent him the picture of me coated in spunk after wanking-off. Taken by surprise that he should find out nonetheless, I didn't have the presence of mind to concoct a convincing lie to explain why I had been detained in the park for so long after we had parted, so realised I would have to tell him the truth, even if he chose to punish me as a result. "The guys who were fixing their van at the front of the block when I arrived spotted me taking the flash pics in the park I sent you, cos they found my clothes in the bushes and came after me. So, I didn't have much choice but to let them fuck me in order to get them back!" "Naturally!" Ram exclaimed with heavy sarcasm, "Tell me more!" he added, taking both my nipples between his fingers and pinching them, as though milking the truth out of me. "They had my car keys and my wallet," I gasped in response to the unexpected pain, "and could easily have taken my phone off me if they'd wanted to!" I squealed in my defence. "I offered them money - but if they'd wanted to rob me, they could have taken it anyway, so when they agreed to let me off, if I gave them both a blow job, I agreed!" "Course you did! And I bet you let 'em spit-roast you as well!" Ram commented acidly. "What else could I do?" I pleaded, "I knew you were going out and the last thing you'd want would be a naked guy knocking on your door to be let in because he had nowhere else to go!" "Enough excuses!" he responded unsympathetically, "Turn around, bend over and put your hands palm-down on the bench!" Once my back was turned, there was a pause as the lad picked something up from the floor, and there followed not the hand-spanking I had anticipated, but something considerably more painful, namely my folded belt being brought down on my buttocks a dozen times before the lad paused to check their impact. "They didn't take any pics of you on your phone, did they?" he then asked, maybe hoping to view them. "No," I replied, "But they took some of me using their own!" I replied sourly, prompting him to break into a fit of the giggles. At this point Ram suddenly seemed to see the funny side of the sexual misadventures that his instruction for me to wank-off in the park had inadvertently brought about and decided I'd been punished enough. "Okay, as it's high time for you to perform your regular duties, that'll do, for now," he conceded, "But I want you to send me an extract from your diary describing in detail what happened in the park that night - like you did about what happened in the carpark at Tesco." "I will, sir!" I readily agreed, wondering guiltily if I should use the opportunity to come clean about the blowjob I had given the cab driver on our visit there as well. "Good!" he commended, "Now, take off the rest of your duds while I make myself a coffee!" Five minutes later, I was on my knees, totally naked, sucking his dick while he smoked a cigarette and sipped his drink contentedly. But instead of turning on the TV as I caressed his shaft with my lips and ran my tongue over his scrotum, he began mulling over what his next means of humiliating me should be... "I'll be taking your old work duds to the charity shop tomorrow morning - so you'll never be tempted to wear them ever again!" he announced, several minutes of cock-worshipping and face fucking later, "And I'll sort out some clothes more suitable for a slut like you to wear in public, to make your journey home more interesting for you!" Although I'd mentioned that my shabby work attire was dispensable in my message to him, as he hadn't received it yet, I was taken by surprise that he should feel able to dispose of it so cavalierly. But him assuming the right to do so, plus the prospect of me having no choice but to travel home scantily dressed, led to my cock stiffening in anticipation. "Now, get up and bend over the bench, I'm going to fuck you!" he announced, extracting a condom from its wrapper and stretching it over his shaft before smearing it with lube and sinking it into my hole. Such was his excitement that he came almost immediately! "On the floor, on your back and start wanking!" he commanded, after withdrawing his cock from my ass, "By the time I come back, I expect you to be hard!" He then left the room, I presumed to use the loo, leaving me to wank-off blindfolded. When he was slow to return, I found my thoughts drifting back to the slender brown limbs and heightened excitement of the young Indian shelf-stacker, who in his sexual frustration had risked getting the sack by having sex with me in the supermarket's stockroom. Then to my encounter with the two guys out in the park and the additional thrill that me having no alternative but to meet their sexual demands had brought me. The memories of which excited me far more than sex with Ram behind the locked doors of his flat whilst not even being permitted to see him! However, when the lad returned and witnessed how excited I'd become in his absence, he retrieved himself in my eyes by removing the blindfold from my face and squatting down above me, so I was not only able to kiss and fondle his shapely butt but also admire its perfection at close-quarters. Overwhelmed by feelings of gratitude, I proceeded to demonstrate my on-going infatuation with the handsome youngster by belittling myself still further in the time-honoured way, by parting his buttocks and sticking out my tongue to lick out his hole as I brought myself to orgasm. I began to suspect my previous sins had not been entirely forgiven when, instead of handing me kitchen-roll to wipe away the spunk coating my belly, Ram chose instead one of the pile of garments he had chosen from his wardrobe for me to wear for my tube journey home. "Try it on!" he demanded flinging the white Lycra tank-top over my face, despite me having had less than a minute to savour the achievement of my climax. After heaving a sigh, I sat up and obediently threaded my arms and head through the requisite holes and stretched the flimsy fabric down over my chest, noticing that its front was stained with globules of cum. Presumably one of his own, unsurprisingly it was a tight fit for my more mature figure. "Now try on the pants!" Ram gloated, throwing a second garment down over my groin, "What's your shoe size by the way?" he then asked. "Between an eight and nine," I replied, after which he disappeared into the hallway in search of suitable footwear, leaving me to squeeze my bottom half into a pair of narrow-gauge pale-yellow hipsters, he was no doubt glad to see the back of, which, due to my residual hard-on, I had trouble zipping up at the front. "Put these on!" he demanded, after throwing a pair of deck-shoes onto the floor beside me, "These are a bit big for me, so without socks should just about fit you." "Now stand up so I can get a good look at you!" Ram demanded, after I'd managed to prise my feet into the footwear he'd allocated me. My knees creaked a little as I straightened up whilst wearing the tight-fitting trousers, causing Ram to reach out and offer me his hand to help me keep my balance. After giving me the once over, he broke out into a smile and led me out into the hallway. "Take a look!" he grinned, positioning me in front of a large mirror that was propped up against the wall, "Yeh, that's a much more suitable outfit for a slut like you to wear on the tube!" There was no doubt about it, the outfit Ram had selected for me to travel home in was the last thing I myself would ever have dreamt of wearing in public - save maybe a dress! So, I made damn sure I kept that thought to myself! For a start, however hard I yanked down the top it was never going to meet up with the trousers below it - so for the duration of my journey there would be a strip of bare white skin on display between them! As for the pants, not only was my tumescent cock clearly visible tenting out the crotch at the front, at the rear, the waistline fell so far short of covering my ass that it left the cleavage atop my buttocks exposed to view. "So sexy!" Ram commented ironically, thrusting his groin up against my rear and wrapping his arms around me to tweak my nipples which stood out prominently through the top's thin fabric for all to see! "Gimme your phone so I can't take some pictures before you leave," he added as I attempted to squeeze the contents of my suit pockets to those of my new attire. "Make sure you send 'em to me as soon as you get home!" Ram added, handing me back my mobile and ushering me out into the corridor to face the world alone, dressed more outlandishly in public than I had ever been in my life before, then slamming his flat door shut behind me. Chapter Twenty-Two In the course of my hour-long visit to see Ram, the weather had taken a turn for the worse and the temperature had dropped by several degrees. In addition, during my furtive walk through the park, the skies darkened further and it began to rain. But this turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as the flow of commuters crossing my path on their return home from the station were now far too busy hurrying to keep dry than with troubling a bizarrely-clad guy rushing in the opposite direction. However, without a jacket to keep me warm and no sun to dry-off the large patches of semen staining the front of my top, by the time I reached the station foyer, I was shivering not just from the cold, but also from anxiety at the prospect of facing my lengthy journey home, clad in revealing clothes and smelling of spunk. Thankfully, the platform going into town was sparsely populated and a train soon arrived with plenty of empty seats. I sat away from the doors in the warmest part of the carriage and by the time we reached my first interchange my pants and top had more or less dried out, though the patches of cum remained clearly visible. In addition, the effect of the heat, following so quickly after the cold, had combined with the usual rosy glow I acquired as a result of having sex, to set my cheeks aflame and make me appear even more embarrassed than I was by the soiled and scanty state of my clothing. As I had feared, the station where I had to change lines was far more crowded than the suburban one, with heavy flows of commuters heading in all directions. Though standing out from even the most exotically dressed of my fellow travellers, I managed to escape any adverse attention until I managed to secure the last empty seat in the fast-filling carriage I'd selected and sat down, after which my stained, figure-hugging top and tight trousers, red face and lack of any socks combined to raise several eyebrows. Left with no other option, I brazened it out and gave a forced grin to the handful of passengers who persisted in staring at me to get them to back-off. In the past, I'd seen plenty of young guys travelling on the tube in outfits just as controversial, not to mention jocks dressed in sports gear wearing shorts more revealing than the pants I was currently dressed in. In my hurry, I'd not had the presence of mind to grab a newspaper to hide behind during my lengthy journey, so had to amuse myself instead by alternately gazing at my fellow passengers, the tube line diagrams over their heads and the ads posted above them. I was immediately struck by the stark contrast between the happy smiling faces of the participants in the posters advertising holidays, vitamins and cheap insurance and the gloom emanating from the majority of those surrounding me. Whilst my spirits were still high, as a result of my latest encounter with my mischievously inventive master, coupled with the titillation of travelling on the tube barely half dressed, etched on the faces of many of my fellow passengers was the defeated look of those who spend their days with little option but to set their sexual desires and their other pleasures in life aside whilst they strive to earn sufficient money to pay their bills. Until recently, I'd been one of them, I reflected, travelling alone, captive, frustrated, uncomfortably hot and impatient to be somewhere else, not to mention at the mercy of beggars, sex pests and exhibitionists such as myself! Was I adding to their burdens or providing them with much needed entertainment, I pondered, like the buskers playing music at the base of escalators or at the interchanges in the labyrinthine tunnels, who I usually cursed but occasionally gave a few coins if I happened to like what they played? Still in the East End of London, I also noticed that far more of my male companions were of South Asian origin than in the stretch of the underground I was most familiar with. So, having nothing better to do, I opted to make the most of an ethnic mix that was more to my liking, by surreptitiously cruising them. This was a relatively easy thing to do unnoticed, given I didn't have any serious hopes of seducing any of them, as the vast majority either had their gaze directed down to the floor or were busy concentrating on something else. Many of the younger guys, students maybe, had their heads hidden in books, while others were completely absorbed in playing games or listening to music on headphones connected to their mobile phones. The more mature ones tended to be dressed in office wear or business suits, and were busy reading the Evening Standard, with the odd shabbily dressed and exhausted-looking workman nodding off to sleep as a result of his labours, occasionally starting and craning his neck upwards to check he hadn't missed his stop. The Indian guys that mostly held my attention were the ones who looked less self-confident - visitors maybe, unsure if they were on the right train or perhaps still reeling in shock from the cost of their ticket, or recent migrants looking down at heel or wearing even more badly fitting clothes than my own, unfamiliar with the capital and possessing only a smattering of English. Excited by their vulnerability and turned on by the shiny raven-black head and facial hair that most guys with their origins in the sub-continent possess, I would take advantage of their averted eyes to surreptitiously scrutinise their bodies and imagine the slender limbs and taut brown-skinned bodies that I knew must lay beneath the covering provided by their flimsy clothing. If I was caught out, I would immediately lower my gaze and focus my attention on their feet instead, anxious to reassure them that my interest in them was not hostile, but friendly. Feeling guilty about adding to their anxiety, I would then fantasize about making up for my sins by getting down on my knees in the middle of the carriage to beg their forgiveness by kissing the tops of their worn-down shoes. Getting off on the idea, I went on to embellish my daydream still further by imagining me removing my clothes to heighten my humiliation and, whilst the other passengers looked-on, take off the guy's footwear so I could underline the extent of my admiration for him by licking the soles of his feet and the sweat from between his toes. Regardless of how unlikely it was that this particular scenario would ever become a reality, my cock began to swell nonetheless and I was contemplating shielding my growing member with my hands, when the train drew into the next station and the subjects of my fantasy took their leave, only to be replaced by a new set of commuters anxious to reach home, until the carriage was crammed full once again. Looking up out of curiosity at the new intake, I immediately caught the eye of a besuited South Asian guy as he scanned the carriage from the doorway he had entered by, in search of an empty seat. Although our eyes met only momentarily, the briefcase-carrying, young executive-type was sufficiently inspired to excuse his way into a space closer to me, after which he set about unashamedly scrutinising me from head to toe! Flattered, I felt my heartbeat quicken and my face flush an even deeper shade of red! Even after my one brief glance, I realised the guy was stunningly handsome and was so like Ram that he could easily have been his older brother. Had he tipped him off I would be on that particular train? I mused, chuckling to myself at the unlikeliness of such a coincidence, especially as I had no idea if the lad actually had a brother, older or otherwise. When his gaze reached my bare ankles, I noticed him shake his head and break into a smile, by which point I was pretty sure he had got my number! Was it so obvious I was gay, I wondered, or was it my flushed face and being so provocatively dressed that had generated his interest in me? No longer weighed-down by work or financial worries or by the host of other troubles lowering the spirits of those surrounding me, I guessed I stood out from the crowd on that account too. Or, perhaps more likely, he recognised the stains on the front of my top were dried cum and thought I was an easy lay! At the next stop, disembarking passengers permitted my admirer to affirm his interest by repositioning himself directly in front of me, so his crotch was barely a couple of feet from my face. Although he wasn't so bold as to chat me up in front of his fellow travellers, whenever the train jerked from side to side, he used the movement as an excuse to thrust his groin closer still, until he was so near that I was able to detect the scent of his genitals permeating the fabric of his pants. It also made it impossible for me not to notice that within the course of the few minutes he'd been standing there, a mound had appeared at the front of his trousers, indicating that he had sprouted an enviously large hard-on! Despite having just been fucked by Ram, being cruised on the tube by a tall dark stranger, who more or less ticked every box as far as my ideal sex partner was concerned, was an opportunity I realised I couldn't afford to miss! My dick concurred, responding to the handsome Indian's ever-closer proximity by transforming the stirrings in my groin that had been generated by my earlier fantasies to give me a rock-hard stiffy of my own! A fact that, due to my lack of underwear, I was unable to hide from either my admirer or any of the other nearby passengers who cared to check out my crotch. But what gave away something was going on between us to an even wider audience, was when the guy went against all the conventions of tube-train etiquette by permitting someone else to take up a vacated seat close by him rather than move away from me. Although I realised, an alternative explanation for his aberrant behaviour might be that he was about to disembark. "This is my stop!" he muttered to confirm my suspicion a couple of minutes later, and after I looked up in response, he gave me a wink and a grin to confirm his sexual interest in me had been no fantasy. To make his feelings crystal clear, as he stooped down to retrieve his briefcase from the floor, he faked losing his balance and proceeded to steady himself by grasping hold of my knee. He then made his way to the exit-doors in readiness to take his leave, making use of his bag to hide his erection from view, leaving me to decide whether to break my journey at a stop well before my own and maybe make a fool of myself by following him, or chicken-out and settle for wanking-off over what might have happened when I got home. When the brakes cut in, as the train pulled into the next station, my admirer clung to the overhead rail and glimpsed back in my direction to award me one last longing look. Not good at making snap decisions, despite the come-on, I remained in my seat and watched him duck his head to step out on the platform the moment the doors opened. But no sooner had he disappeared from view, and the doors had closed again, than I regretted my decision. So, when by chance, someone attempted to force their way onto the train at its other end, and the driver was compelled to reopen the doors to admit them, I belatedly summoned up the courage to dash through the opening, betraying my motives to my bemused fellow passengers by revealing the large mound tenting out the front of my trousers as I did so. The guy was so tall, I had no problem spotting the back of his head in the distance and quickly followed him up the escalator to the surface and then along an overground platform in the opposite direction to the exit signs, where after glancing behind him to check I was following, I witnessed him duck into a door labelled "GENTLEMEN". Taken by surprise at their existence, as most toilets had disappeared from underground stations long ago, I too glimpsed over my shoulder to check no one was following me, before quickly entering through the same door. Finding him standing at the old-style porcelain urinal and the place otherwise deserted, I stepped up beside him and, as I took out my, still-erect, cock from the front of my pants, cast my eyes across at his own. Discovering that not only was my admirer not taking a piss, but was busy pulling on his dick in anticipation of my arrival, I lifted my gaze to discover him eying me with a welcoming grin. When I smiled back nervously, he reached across to check out my manhood and award it several tugs, as though testing out whether it was in working order. As my submissive impulses kicked in, I immediately lowered my hand to relinquish control, only for him to catch hold of my wrist and wrap my fingers around his own, far more impressive, member for me to return the favour. Given an encounter in this location was likely to be a brief one, I didn't even attempt to kiss his hair-encircled lips, but after taking a quick glance back at the door, squatted down to provide him with the form of stimulation I guessed he was seeking. Intoxicated by the testosterone-infused aroma of his genitals, as the platform outside fell silent, I set about unfastening the front of the guy's pants completely so I could not only take his dick into my mouth but also run my tongue over his low-hanging balls. After working out that in all likelihood we wouldn't be disturbed by passengers from the underground for a good five or ten minutes and be able to hear if an overground train pulled into one of the platforms on either side of us, I decided to risk going much further than merely sucking the Indian's thick brown dick. Given how few clothes I was wearing, I realised it wouldn't take much doing to fulfil at least one aspect of my earlier fantasy. So, I broke off sucking him for a second to wrench my stained top off over my head and then resumed where I'd left off. Surprised but clearly aroused by the eagerness of my submission to him, the guy grinned down at me and patted me affectionately on the top of the head to convey his approval, which encouraged me to finish the job by prising my tight-fitting pants down over my ass and wrench my shoes from my feet so I could to dispense with them completely too! Upon spotting my swollen nipples standing out red against my pallid chest, the result of Ram pinching them so hard earlier, the guy figured out they must be a turn-on for me and immediately set about tweaking them. In return, I displayed my gratitude by increasing the pace at which I was sucking him whilst wondering why had it taken Ram so long to catch on to this means of arousing me, when this guy had discovered it within seconds and was now exploiting it to the full? As this new pleasure combined with the excitement generated by the humiliation of me sucking a complete stranger's dick whilst stripped naked in a place where we might be discovered at any moment, my recklessness knew no bounds. Without my idol needing to demand it, as he stooped to twist my tits harder, I willingly took his dick down my throat and held it there, then after taking a deep breath, tightened my lips and lovingly slid them repeatedly up and down his shaft from his testosterone infused balls to its bulbous head, in a lust-filled frenzy. Although the handsome Indian may initially have been content with receiving no more than a quick blow job from me in this high-risk location, me stripping off all my clothes and worshipping him so uninhibitedly within seconds of my arrival persuaded him that other options were available also. So, after letting me loose on his cock for a couple more minutes, he hitched up his pants, picked up his briefcase and herded me across to the lone toilet stall, leaving my meagre belongings abandoned in a disorderly heap beside the urinals. After locking the door behind us, he quickly extracted a condom and lube sachet from his bag and handed them over to me. "Put it on my dick and lube yourself up!" he hissed breathlessly, letting his pants fall to the floor and sliding down his boxers to release his erection from their confines once again. I obediently crouched down on the floor before him, eager to do as I was bid, while he hung up his smart jacket on the coat-peg attached to the rear of the door, loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his pristine work shirt as though he was about to enter a tough round of negotiations to close a business deal. Meanwhile, I stretched the rubber over his shaft and coated it, and my hole, with copious amounts of the lube, then performed a pirouette and bent over the toilet bowl with my ass up in the air. "I see you've been a naughty boy!" he quipped, after noticing the red stripes adorning my otherwise pallid buttocks as a result of the belting I'd received, "And I guess I'm not the first guy to fuck you today, am I, SLUT!" "No sir!" I confessed in response, in the same submissive way I did with Ram, despite knowing I might experience my second spanking of the day as a result. Though the unwanted attention giving me a spanking in such a public location was likely to generate must have saved me from this fate, upon hearing me address him as "sir", the stranger plainly grew more confident that he could do whatever he liked with me and instead opted to add to my humiliation by thrusting my head into the toilet bowl before he entered me! Desperate to prevent my face dipping below the level of the water, I tightened my muscles, clung to the edges of the seat and pushed back against him with all my might, only to succeed in helping him embed the entire length of his cock inside me in a single thrust! After uttering an involuntary whimper as he filled my abdomen completely, I kept my lips firmly closed as my be-suited, admirer commenced withdrawing and thrusting his swollen shaft in and out of me in a rhythm reminiscent of the pistons of a steam train gathering speed as it pulled out of this station a century ago. Thankfully, due to Ram having prepared the way for him barely forty minutes earlier, the head of his latex and lube-coated dick slid inside me without causing the slightest pain. In fact, so turned on was I that I might have easily have cum myself had my latest amour continued to thrust up against my prostate for a little while longer. But, no doubt aware that the longer he took to fuck me, the more likely we were to be interrupted, and the more likely he was to have to return home unsatisfied, he made no attempt to hold back his passion and after barely a minute he was groaning with pleasure as he shot his load inside me. Still pinned down by the weight of his body above me, I waited patiently for him to savour his orgasm with my head still pressed up against the cold porcelain, barely an inch above the waterline, only to be taken completely by surprise when my mischievous conqueror couldn't resist demonstrating his contempt for me by pulling down on the ancient flush chain! He held me there, bayonetted on his cock with my ass in the air, as a gallon of water cascaded down over my head before backing away to prevent his smart clothes getting spattered and breaking into peals of laughter. While I coughed and spluttered and shook my head from side to side like wet dog to disperse the water that had enveloped my face, he removed the filled condom and began looking around for toilet paper. Finding none available in the dispenser, he disposed of it in the toilet bowl in disgust, then hitched up his boxers and pants temporarily and, after pausing to listen for any noise outside, tentatively opened up the cubicle door. Finding the place still deserted, he shuffled across the tiles to retrieve my top from the floor and used it to clean himself up! "If you want to cum before I go," he hissed back at me as I crouched watching him use the top to dry himself from the open cubicle door, "lie on the floor and commence wanking!" As I very much wanted to reach my climax while he was still around to inspire it, I shifted his briefcase out of the way so I could lie diagonally across the cubicle on the wet, urine-redolent floor between the toilet bowl and the door with the stall door still wide open. Thankfully, he returned moments later to retrieve his jacket and briefcase and dump my clothes on the floor beside me. "Hurry up!" he demanded after relocking the door behind him, awarding me a contemptuous grin as I pulled furiously on my cock in pursuit of my orgasm. Although my unexpected cold shower had succeeded in cooling down my flushed face, it had failed to dampen down my desire for handsome Indian who had seduced me, and, as he put on his jacket and stood towering above me, dressed in his smart suit once more, my passion quickly returned. Somehow, without the assistance of a dating website, I had accidentally stumbled upon another Indian guy who was not only aroused by fucking submissive white guys like myself but also possessed an even bigger sadistic steak than that of Ram! Given this was likely to be the last few minutes of our encounter and we would, almost certainly, never see each other again, I decided there was no point being coy about what turned me on the most and risked asking him if he would up my humiliation still further before he left. "Please sir, may I lick your ass before you leave?" I pleaded. He looked down at me, pursed his lips and shook his head from side to side while he deliberated but then broke into a wide grin. "Okay, if that's what you want!" he replied eventually, "But there's no guarantee it'll be clean!" he added mischievously as he commenced unfastening his pants once again to grant me my wish. Overwhelmed with excitement, I yanked faster and harder as the big guy revealed his lower body to me then squatted down above me and gradually lowered his butt so close to my face that all else was obliterated from view. After which, he obligingly drew his hair-coated buttocks apart so I would be able to find my target more easily in the darkness. Unable to hold back a second longer, I raised my head from the floor and blindly ran the flat of my tongue along the crack of his ass from end to end and, as the pace of my wanking reached full-throttle, slid its tip inside his hole. It didn't come more humiliating than this, I reflected, not for the first time since meeting Ram, as I brought to mind the events that had led to me being down on my back, fully naked, in a station toilet stall, surrounded by my cum- and water-soaked clothes, licking the ass of this besuited Indian stranger. "Ahh! This beats toilet-roll any day!" I heard the guy murmur as I thrust my tongue deeper inside him, reassured that all I could taste was his sweat and the smell of testosterone. Seconds later, my body was convulsed in the most satisfying of orgasms as I achieved my second climax of the day. Before he could get to his feet, I expressed my gratitude for the pleasure the handsome Indian stranger had given me by awarding his buttocks a farewell kiss, after which he calmly hitched up his pants and, after straightening his tie, paused to give me a final grin and a wink before picking up his briefcase and taking his leave. With nothing else available to mop up the fast-liquifying globules of spunk adorning my thighs, I picked up my discarded top, thought, "what the hell!" and used it to wipe myself down, despite knowing I would face an even more embarrassing journey home as a result! To be continued... 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Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2001 06:13:02 -0500 From: David Presents Subject: The Plight of Strolin Chapter 3 Do Not Read If: *You are not legally old enough for the laws where you live *You have objections to gay/bi sex, and at some points, incest *You are just looking for an email address for hate mail *Or if you know you shouldn't be reading it for any other reason *Legal Notice: This work is total fiction, and other then being from the author's imagination, has no basis in reality. And reference to anyone living, or dead, is pure coincidence, and unintended. The author holds all rights and privileges to this work, and any that may follow. Any redistributing, and other uses of this work with the author's consent are strictly prohibited. Any violations of the author's rights for this work will be challenged legally. *************************************************************** The Plight of Strolin Chapter 3 Prince Thrin was dressed in one of his formal outfits, but he still was not prepared for the banquet. He was pacing up and down the floor of his study. He wasn't quite sure what he should do about the latest developments. An hour earlier, he had received messages from two other races. The elves that live in the forest had sent him a message from their king, stating that an emissary would arrive at some point today, and that the dwarves were sending a messenger as well. As soon as he had finished reading the first message, his page had brought another to his study. The message was from the dwarves, and also stated someone would be arriving today. The dwarves and elves had not been seen in Rolenda in over 70 years. There had been an occasional sighting, but only on the outskirts. For over 1000 years, the elves, dwarves, and the Kingdom of Rolenda had been living in peace. The elves lived in the Endless Woodlands, which was to the far south of the Kingdom, and the dwarves lived in the Stone Hills to the east. The three races had supplied each other with knowledge and goods for the betterment of all. 73 years ago, a large army had waged war against the Kingdom, the dwarves, and the elves. The army had consisted of trolls, goblins, orcs, and wolffen. Normally, these races would have tried to kill each other, but under the leadership of Kathos. Kathos was a powerful sorcerer, drawing his powers from his master Skentrak. Skentrak had once been the most powerful force of magic in the world. When he tried to use his powers to take control of Strolin, he was defeated by the combined power of the races. They managed to destroy his body, but his soul escaped, and remained hidden for over 3000 years. When magic had begun to fade, and the races lost most of their power, Skentrak resurfaced, and pushed to take control again. This happened 74 years ago. Kathos had been a famous soldier. He was famous for his strength, his beauty, and his speed. When he started to age, he prayed for a way to remain youthful forever. Skentrak promised him to preserve his body, if he would name Skentrak as his master. When he made his unholy pact, Kathos became the most dreaded name for his race. Kathos was a drow-elf by birth. He was over 7 feet tall. Once his eyes had been green, but after making his deal, his eyes changed to a glowing red. His skin which was naturally dark, became as black as night, along with his hair. He grew to 8 feet, and gained the strength of 10 men. Kathos gathered all of those who would listen to him, and soon had an enormous force at his command. When he had gathered his army, they began their trek from the far north. By the time they had left the Waste Lands, their force had almost doubled in size. The humans and dwarves had each tried to stop them, but to no avail. For the good of the world, the three strongest races joined forces, and with their combined might, managed to push Kathos back to the north. When the threat had disappeared, the three races had each gone their own way, and had not had any dealings with each other in the last 70 years. Thrin had reviewed the past time and time again, and his uneasiness grew and grew. After such a long time, why would the races need to talk now? The other two races had each sent representatives, which were due to arrive on the same day that two strange mages, and a young thief had come to his palace. All of these events, on the same day, added up to a very nervous Prince Thrin. A knock came at the door. "Enter." A young page entered. "Highness, your guests have been summoned, and everyone has gathered for the meal. They await your entrance." The page held the door open for Thrin, and shortly after Thrin was standing before his dinner guests. "Good evening. I'd like to introduce the mages Piffin and Griffin, and Scott the young savior of my niece. They do this court honor by being here, and we thank them for coming. Now, let's enjoy the evening." At this particular night's meal, it was only the honored guests, and the family of Prince Thrin. At the head of the table, was the prince, and to his right was his wife the queen. To his left was his son Wil. Normally his youngest son Trent would have been sitting next to Wil, but Trent was happy to have Scott between the two of them. Sitting beside Trent was Piffin. To the queen's right, her brother, and his daughter Shannon were seated. And beside Shannon was Griffin. Being this close to nobility, let alone Prince Thrin himself, Scott was very anxious. He followed Wil's table manners as best he could, and managed to get through the meal without making a fool of himself. When the meal was finally over, Scott took the time to look over the other guests. He had been watching Wil so closely that he hadn't had the chance before. When he looked over at Piffin. He took in his facial features, his clothing, and then his eyes were drawn to his belt buckle. He gasped and fell from his seat. All eyes turn towards Scott, and he blushes from the attention. "Sorry your Highness. I just happened to look at Piffin's belt buckle. It reminded me of something I had seen in my dreams. Please forgive the disturbance." When he began his monologue, he had been staring at the ground, stuttering from his embarrassment. As he finished, he was gazing directly at the twin mages. Thrin turned towards the elder of the mages. "May I see one of your buckles please?" Piffin nodded his head, removed his buckle, and handed it to the prince. "These buckles were made especially for my brother and me. The twin dragons of light and dark are our crests. Tell me Scott, what do you know of our symbols?" Scott has again become the center of attention. "In my dreams, two serpents, one light, and one dark approached me. The beasts changed into human form, and grabbed me. They showed me visions of death, and destruction. Then I wake up. I've been having these dreams for many days. Do you have any idea what they could mean?" Wil was the first to respond. "I've also had dreams with your crest. Mine weren't as terrifying as Scott's, but I was still chased by twin dragons. Could there be a connection?" The two mages exchanged a look, all was silent. "Piffin, have you been sending these dreams to them?" "No, and since you ask, I assume you didn't either." "You are correct about this, do you suppose Krylous is responsible?" "I think that is the answer, are they the ones we are searching for?" "They are two of those we are searching for. If Master Krylous has given the dreams to these two, then soon others will also find us, and they too will have seen the dreams. We must find the others to complete our mission, but for now, let's get these two on our side." The pause had only been seconds, for thoughts can travel faster then normal words. Piffin turned to look at Wil, then at Scott. "We think that we know what the dreams mean. Later tonight, we will reveal our suspicions to you." Wil turned his head slightly to the side. "Why must we wait to find out? Why can't you just tell us now?" Piffin shook his head from side to side. "We have a feeling that others will soon be here, and they too will need our answer. We will wait until all are here, then we will inform everyone at once." Scott and Wil looked disappointed, but they both knew that they'd get the answer later. Thrin stood up, and informed those at the table that a group of minstrels would be entertaining them. He clapped his hands, and the performers walked in, took their places, and began the show. The show lasted for a couple hours. The minstrels played many different songs, but most were of an upbeat fashion. When the musicians had played their last song, they bowed, and sent the youngest around to collect the coins thrown at them. After another bow, the room was empty except for the royal family, and their honored guests. Piffin and Griffin stood. All eyes turned towards the twins. It was Griffin who spoke this time. "The ones we have been waiting for have arrived. If you wish to greet them before they bang on the gate, we must go now." Thrin glanced at the mages, and rose to his feet. "I would be honored if all of you accompanied me to greet our guests. Please, let us give them a welcome in a stylish manor." The dinner party filed out of the dinning room, marched purposely down the various corridors, and finally reached the gate. And there was a sight that hadn't been seen in so many years. Approaching down the main street of Dugron were the representatives of the elven and dwarven empires. The tall, fair skinned elves, and the dwarves were short, stout, and sun darkened. The dwarves marched in rhythm. The elves were ridding their famous steeds. The steeds of the elven kind resembled deer, but were far larger, and stronger. These animals were known as the Teirven. They have a rich golden color of their fur. Their heads were ornamented with three horns each. The horns on the side were shaped like those of a mountain ram. The third horn was centered in the middle of the creature's forehead. There is a myth in elven lore that tells of a mating between a unicorn and the genetic grandfather of the teirven. These animals could only be ridden by the elves, and only when one of the royal bloodline was present to ask the teirven to carry the burden. When the respective lines reached the greeting party, the dwarves and elves halted their march. The dwarf that was in charge stepped forward, and bowed before Thrin. "Your Highness, I am Carzo, War leader for the Stone Hill dwarves. We bring our greetings from our Queen. I only wish it could be under happier circumstances." The leader for the elves took his turn bowing, and then made his introduction. "I am Trylon, elder prince of the elves." He motioned to another elf. "This is my younger brother Falon. We bring greetings from our King, and also wish it could be for something less dire. We need to have council with you as soon as possible." Thrin motioned for his stable men and boys to take care of the elven steeds, but Trylon raised his hand for a pause. "That will not be necessary, but we thank you for your generosity." He walked over to his mount, bowed before it, and made a few whispering noises to it. The teirven turned, and sped past the gates, and out of the city. "They will return from the forests when they are needed." Thrin turned to his band of servants, which had gathered to see what the commotion was about. "Show Carzo and his men to the west half of the guest wing, and take Trylon and his men to the east half." Thrin turned to his guests. "I'm sorry that we are not prepared for your arrival. I only received your messages earlier today, and the entire staff of the castle managed to get the east and west sections of the guest wing cleaned up. If we had more warning, I would have ordered the second guest wing opened and cleaned. I apologize, but the quarters may be a bit cramped. I can probably have the second wing cleaned in a day, maybe two, but until then, it will be a bit crowded. Please, follow my staff to your rooms, and try and make yourselves comfortable. Seeing as it has already grown late, I will meet with you in council in the morning." The two parties were led to their rooms, and the castle staff busied themselves in preparation for all of the food and supplies that would be needed for such a large group of guests. The dwarves and elves were as cramped as Thrin had estimated, and except for their leaders, they were forced to bunk 4 in a room. Carzo shared his room with his second in command Fenta. Trylon and Falon also shared a room. Piffin and Griffin had earlier moved into a single room, to save space. Thrin turned his gaze towards Scott. "Since the elves and dwarves are already quartered, and the honored mages have decided to share a room, that leaves us with an open room for you." Wil got a sly grin on his face. "Father, since Scott is new to the castle, and not adept in some of its workings, I think I'll share my room with him, and show him around." His father nodded, and Wil dragged Scott to their room. Once they were alone, Scott attacked Wil with a barrage of questions. "Why are all of the people in those two parties so young? What were those things the elves were riding? Are there any dwarven females that fight? I saw a few elven females in their ranks, and I know we have mixed companies in our armies, but what about the dwarves? Why didn't the mages ever tell us about our dreams? Did I do all right with my table manners at the meal? Did I look stupid when I fell from my seat after seeing Piffin's buckle? Why aren't you saying anything? Answer me!" Scott's questions had been blurted out at such a speed that Wil had to pause to separate one question from another. When he had finally deciphered all of his friend's quarries, he motioned for them to sit down before he continued. "The dwarves are very unique. Like the elves, they are so long-lived that when they appear 20 to us, they could be anywhere from 20 to hundreds of years old. That's why you didn't see any old looking people. The reason you didn't see any dwarven females is sort of humorous to outsiders. Their females fight as well, and sometimes better then their males, but even the dwarves can't tell them apart." Scott tried to make sense of the last statement, but failed. "But Wil, what do you mean even the dwarves can't tell them apart?" Wil took on the tone of a patient teacher with a slow student, but Scott didn't notice the change. "What I mean is that the males and females of the dwarves look so much alike, that even a dwarf can't be totally certain who is male and who is female. They also sound alike, so that's no help either. It's the greatest insult in their culture to ask someone if they are male or female. It's an on-going game that they play. When they find someone they fall in love with, they don't even know if their lover is male or female until they have sex." Scott nearly burst a gut laughing so hard. "You mean that the dwarves are an entire race of bisexuals? That's preposterous!" Wil let out a silent sigh. "No Scott, it's not preposterous, it's true. They fall in love with the person, not their gender. Of course there are times when couples will split up because their significant other isn't the sex that they had originally thought. But on a whole, the dwarves are the most open minded of the races. Now on to other things." Will went on to teach Scott of the history of the teirven, and the history of the war that had been fought before the races went their own ways. "And as to your question about the mages, I don't know the answer. Perhaps they intend to tell us tomorrow in council, or perhaps it is something that they will not share to non- mages." Scott's eyes widened. "Are we going to be part of the council between the kingdom, the elves, and the dwarves?" "Yes, my father wants me to learn how to rule, so I must be there, you are another honored guest, and it is expected that you should be there. Plus, your skills of stealth may come in handy. And when I say handy, I don't mean for you to steal the possessions of our other guests. Understand?" Scott hit Wil in the arm, not to hard, but hard enough to make Wil wince. "I don't steal from good people. I thought you understood that I only steal from those that deserve it and worse. I know a thief with a sense of morals is rare, but you've found one. I don't like taking things from good, honest people, but some people do deserve it. And for those people, I get a sense of satisfaction knowing that I'm causing trouble for them." Wil looked towards the floor. "I didn't mean any offense, I'm sorry. Anyway, what should we do now?" Wil looked back up at Scott. "It's pretty late, should we go ahead and get to bed?" Scott started to squirm a bit. "I don't normally sleep in anything, and didn't think to bring something to wear." Wil grinned and Scott stopped his squirming. "I don't sleep in anything other then my underclothes, and that's only on cold nights. Tonight is nice and warm, so I won't wear anything either. Alright by you?" Scott nodded his head, and they both began to get ready for sleep. Scott had a think bush of black, curly hair. He had some hair on his arms and legs, but none on his chest. Wil on the other hand, was almost totally hairless. He had some very fine thin blonde hair surrounding his penis, but it was so light in color it was hard to see. Wil was developing well, because of his activities that he did for fun, and Scott was well muscled from having to pull himself all over roofs, and from his life as a thief. After they had finished admiring each other's bodies, they climbed into Wil's large bed. Although there was plenty of room for the two boys, they ended up both in the middle very close to each other. Both of them were exhausted, so they were quickly asleep. Scott had a wonderful nights sleep, and for the first time in weeks, there were no dragons in his dreams tonight. After a few normal average dreams, he had a very arousing one. He dreamed that he was lying in bed with Wil, and that they were exploring each other's bodies. Dream Scott felt something warm cover his cock, and assumed it was Dream Wil's hand. After a few dream moments, Dream Scott had his orgasm, and a minute later, Scott woke up. Scott reached down to his penis, and found it wet. He assumed that he must have cum in his sleep when he had that wonderful dream. For some reason his cock was only wet, and not sticking to the sheets. Scott quickly relaxed and was once again asleep. When Scott's breathing had gotten into the regular pattern of sleeping, Wil cleaned himself up. He had tried his hardest, but some of Scott's cum had managed to dribble out of his mouth and onto his chin. He couldn't believe that Scott could be such a sound sleeper, but it was to his good fortune. After he had finished his clean up, he was quickly back to sleep himself. * * * In the west half of the guest quarters, Carzo had taken the smallest of the rooms for himself, and his second. Although he could have chosen the largest of the rooms, and none of his soldiers would have said a word, Carzo was much more considerate of his fighters. He still had as much if not more room as the rest of his party. He glanced over at his most trusted friend, and second in command. Fenta was about 4 feet and 7 inches tall, and was one of the tallest dwarves. Carzo himself was an inch taller then Fenta, and was taller then almost all of the other dwarves. Fenta had rusty red hair, with the typical cut of a dwarven beard. He had bright green eyes. Carzo had black hair and a black beard, and dark brown eyes. Both dwarves had the typical dark tan, and were well muscled. Carzo had been attracted to Fenta for many years, but hadn't gotten around to making any moves. Because of their long lives, dwarves and elves never rushed into things, so Carzo was taking his time to get close to Fenta. They talked about various things until late into the night, then they said their goodnights, and both went to bed. * * * In the east half of the guest quarters, Trylon had also taken the smallest of the rooms along with his brother Falon. Both brothers were tall and fair skinned, Trylon being 6 feet and 10 inches, and his younger brother being 3 � inches shorter then his older brother. Trylon had very light brown hair, and Falon had a blondish color. Trylon had piercing hazel eyes, and Falon had a dark green color in his eyes. Both princes looked skinny and weak, but they were far stronger then they appeared. The room had two small beds that had been pressed together so the princes could share a bed. They had long ago found out that they were in love with each other. Their parents had taken a couple generations to get used to the idea, but now they were accepting of their sons' love for each other. The princes had a younger sister who would continue the royal bloodline. Trylon and Falon were lying close together, and lightly cuddling. They were both exhausted from their long journey, so they decided to forgo any sexual acts tonight, and just get a good night's sleep. They were both soon asleep, and enjoying a very restful night. * * * The castle was sleeping except for the night watch of guards, and the staff that was still rushing to prepare for tomorrow's meals. Torches illuminated the hallways, and were set about every 20 paces. The entranceway to Wil's room was decorated with an ornate arch. The arch had been build of stone, and then engraved with the royal crests. In addition to the archway, there was a very short walk between the arch and the door. Because of the walk, and archway, if the door to Wil's room were opened only slightly, no light would show through from the hallway torches. In those very shadows, was a small boy, crouching in the darkness. The boy slowly opened the door to Wil's room. He then crept inside, making sure to be extremely quiet. He had been in this room many times before, so he knew where to walk. What he wasn't expecting was to find Wil sleeping with another boy. The boy smiled, he had hoped that Scott would be here. Wil seemed very happy around Scott, and that also made the boy happy. The boy loved his brother, and was happy that he had chosen such a fine looking friend. Trent had been sitting beside Scott at dinner, but he hadn't tried to talk to him. He wanted to see him naked, so he had quietly gotten into the room where he was supposed to be. Not finding Scott their, Trent had decided he must be with his brother Wil. Trent pulled the sheet back very slowly. With the aid of the moonlight, and from years of running around playing in the dark, Trent could make out the shapes of their bodies fairly clearly. Wil and Scott were sleeping peacefully in the nude, and with their arms loosely draped over each other. Trent thought the entire scene was very cute, and with another quick peek, he replaced the cover, and quickly but quietly ran to his own room. Once back in his own room, he was quickly naked, and comfortably in bed. He called a clear picture of his brother sleeping with the thief, and with a few quick pulls he had a powerful orgasm. Because he was only 10 years old, it was a dry one, but still very pleasurable to him. He pulled up his sheets, and then rolled into a comfortable ball. He let out a content sigh, and was promptly asleep. * * * The next morning was a clear, and bright day. The castle staff had spent the whole night working in shifts, and all was prepared for a very big day. Prince Thrin had ordered a large breakfast early in the morning, so that all of the members of the council would have plenty of energy. He had also ordered a midday feast, to honor the return of the elves and dwarves into the kingdom. Prince Thrin, his wife, their two sons, Scott, the twin mages, the elven princes, and Carzo and his second, Fenta were present for breakfast. The meal was filling, with many rare dishes being served. Other then the expected compliments on the food, and the appearance of the meal, nothing else was said. Everyone knew that this meeting wasn't for fun, and everyone was wondering what would be said in the council. Once the meal was finished, the table was cleared, and the servants dismissed. Although it was not usual for the queen and her youngest son to stay, they were asked to remain in this particular council. Thrin stood up. "I know that this meeting must be of something important because of all of you ending up here at one time. I do not know what this meeting is about, so I'd like to start by someone filling me in." Prince Trylon rose as Thrin sat down. "My father's mystical adviser has told us that an evil is gathering in the north. We sent several small groups of scouts to discovery the identity of this evil. It seems that Skentrak and his servant Kathos are on the move again. We managed to sneak in a few spies, and we have discovered some very bad news." Trylon picked up a small scroll that he had sitting on the table. "Kathos is gathering another large army, but this time it isn't just for fighting and dividing our races. Our informants tell us that this attack has to do with the stars. Skentrak was able to live as a spirit, and not pass with his body only because of the stars. He had found a stone in a meteorite crater that radiated in magical power. When his body was destroyed, he used the stone, and it drew its strength from a strange star alignment. Kathos recovered this stone, and it was the reason he became the carrier of destruction. In the last battle with Kathos, we managed to steel this stone, and without his talisman, Kathos lost support, and was forced to pull back." Those gathered were all listening intently, but the one most interested, was Trent. When Trylon paused, Trent was the first to ask the questions on everyone's mind. "What happened to the stone? And if he doesn't have his talisman, then why is a new army forming?" All eyes were once again on the prince of elves. "We gave the stone to our finest warriors, and they took it deep into the Sandtrap. You humans refer to the elven forest as the Endless Woodlands, but what you don't know, is that past our trees, there is an area of desert, that we have found no life in, and is sand, for as far as the eye can see. We have sent many expeditions, and those that return all tell of endless sands. On one of these expeditions, the company came upon a whirlpool in the sand. One of the elves had gotten caught in it, and they all ended up falling into it. They were sucked down into a gigantic underground cavern. This cave had a magical aura of protection, keeping it from being discovered, and magical spells keeping the whirlpool in place. The stone is now hidden deep in that cavern. For the answer to your other question, my brother will be the one to speak on that." Falon rose, and picked up his own scroll. "The reason that Kathos is able to round up another army is all in the stars. In one month's time, the stars will move into the exact alignment that they were in when Skentrak lost his physical form. They will remain in that alignment for well over a year, so simple delaying Kathos is out of the question. If Skentrak can get a hold of the stone while the stars are in the correct alignment, he will be able to take on any physical form he wants. We don't know how to stop him, and only have one clue. Our seer was given a vision that simply told him that we must come here, and that is all we can do for now." It was now the dwarves turn to speak. Carzo stood up. "We had received reports of the army, and sent our own scouts. We were not able to get as much information as the elves, because anyone can spot a dwarf. We sought advice from our soothsayer, and he told us we must come here. We met the elven party along the way, and we marched and camped together on our journey. And now we are all here, and are still seeking advice." Piffin and Griffin stood up. Piffin nodded to his brother, and began to speak. "We would like to ask a quick question. Will everyone who has received dreams involving something like these symbols please raise your hand?" The two mages removed their buckles, and passed them around the table. When they had gone all the way around, the snapped them back into place, and looked at those who had raised their hands. Everyone at the table except for Trent, Thrin, and Aretha had their hand in the air. Griffin informed the council that the symbol stood for the twins, and their separate arts. Then he moved on to tell them about the dreams most likely coming from their master Krylous. "Our master must have foreseen that you would be needed for our cause, and with the help of his dreams, he has chosen our force. There is one thing about the stone that Trylon and Falon were telling us about that they don't know." Piffin took over from his brother. "During the last battle with Kathos, when his rock was taken, some of the warriors tried to destroy it. They tried everything they could think of, but nothing seemed to work. They brought it to Krylous, and asked him if there was a way to destroy it. He experimented on it for weeks, and came back with his answer. The stone cannot be destroyed, but there was a way to separate a section of the stone from the main body. Since Skentrak used the stone's power when it was whole, he must recover both the main part of the stone, and the shard. They are hidden in different locations, and as long as they are kept apart, Skentrak will not win." Griffin had been nodding along with Piffin's history lesson, and finally managed to add something of his own. "Krylous has told us that if we can get the help of a few key people, we may find a way to destroy the shard. The stone is beyond hope for destruction because it is too powerful, but the shard is not. It has fallen to you, those of you with the dream, to help us. This will be a very dangerous mission, but if we fail, Strolin is doomed." All around the table gasps were heard, and grim looks were on every face. Then Scott stood up. "I don't know what I can add to this effort, but I will do anything within my power to help your cause." Wil stood up, and with a determined look, he agreed to join the fight. Grim faces changed to looks of determination. All of the chosen voiced their own promise to fight on behalf of the people of Strolin. Although Thrin and his wife we both very proud of their son's bravery, they didn't want him to get hurt. Thrin looked at every face, then, cast his eyes downward. "I'm sorry son, but I can't allow you to go. You are to young to go on such a risky adventure, and I will not allow it. I will take your place, and serve in your absence." When Wil started to protest, Thrin raised his hand to silence his son. "I did not ask your opinion in this matter. My order is final, you will not be going on this mission." Thrin turned to the two mages. "When do you need to mobilize your team, and move out? I will do my best to facilitate all of your needs." Piffin made a gesture toward his brother, and Griffin turned toward Thrin. "We would need to leave tomorrow if possible." When Thrin nodded and was about to say that would be fine, Griffin cut him off. "We are sorry, but you cannot take your son's place in our group. He was chosen, and no matter how much you hate the fact, we need his help to succeed. I do not have any idea what skills Wil might add to our quest. All I know is that we need all of the chosen to succeed. Now, do you understand?" Thrin was looking towards Griffin, and working his mouth, but saying nothing. He was shocked that someone had actually sat him in his place. Queen Aretha, always being the polite one of the family, pulled her husband into his chair, and pushed his jaw closed. Then she patted him on the back and spoke on his behalf. "We wish we could protect Wil, but it is his decision, and we stand behind him. We're proud that he has chosen to do his part to save the world, and if there is anything else we can do, merely let us know." Thrin had finally recovered, and addressed the council. "I will have food stores prepared, and readied by dawn. Horses for any that require them. Extra clothing, weapons, armor, and anything else you might need. I will have the entire castle at your disposal. If you need something that wouldn't be thought of normally, tell my Chief of Staff. Now, you have the rest of today, and tonight to rest. We have a large banquet planned for 3 hours after noon, and I will look forward to seeing you then. Make good use of your time, this may be the only downtime you have for a very long time. Until then." The council dismissed, and the council members went off to spend their free time. Wil wanted to tour the town with Scott, but Scott needed to run a few errands before they could spend time together. The elven princes were busy checking out Dugron, and giving a face to the legend of elves. Carzo and Fenta had joined Trylon and Falon, and were drawing stares from countless people. Griffin and Piffin had heard about a few local magicians, and had taken it upon themselves to separate the real ones from the fakes. Scott had hidden many stashes of gold and jewels into secret areas in the city. After he had recovered some gold, he went to his stash of jewels. He removed two rubies, and four emeralds. His next stop was the best gold smith in Dugron. When he arrived, he talked to Steflen, and told him of the pieces he wanted. Steflen was about to throw him out of his shop until Scott handed him the gold that he was supposed to melt down and use. He had stolen the gold from an underground rare metals dealer who had a tendency to beat anyone that was in his area, and alone. Then Scott gave the smith the jewels to be used, and asked of the cost. They haggled for a few minutes, and when they settled on a price, Steflen wanted to know the name of his customer. When he learned who his customer was, and made the connection with the riches and strange clothing, he dropped his price considerably, on the condition that he would not be the target of Scott's boosting. Since Scott liked the honest man, and hadn't considered him a possible job, it was agreeable to both sides. The gold smith had just finished his last job, so he would be able to finish them by sundown. Scott returned to the room he was sharing with Wil, and they planned how they would spend their time that remained. If you enjoyed reading Chapter 2 of The Plight of Strolin, please feel free to contact me at dwpresents@hotmail.com Please send only comments that are 'constructive'. For those comments that you know I don't want to see, don't bother typing them.

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Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2001 05:07:01 -0500 From: David Presents Subject: The Plight of Strolin -Chapter 1, by DW Do Not Read If: *You are not legally old enough for the laws where you live *You have objections to gay/bi sex, and at one point incest between two generations *You are just looking for an email address for hate mail *Or if you know you shouldn't be reading it for any other reason *Legal Notice: This work is total fiction, and other then being from the author's imagination, has no basis in reality. And reference to anyone living, or dead, is pure coincidence, and unintended. The author holds all rights and privileges to this work, and any that may follow. Any redistributing, and other uses of this work with the author's consent are strictly prohibited. Any violations of the author's rights for this work will be challenged legally. *************************************************************************** The Plight of Strolin Chapter 1 "Master Krylous, are you sure that this is what must be done?" Turning to look at his two students, Krylous considered what Piffin had asked him. Both Piffin and his younger twin Griffin were staring at him, hoping that their master would answer no. "Yes my two apprentices, the time has come. I am sorry that you two had to be dragged into this, but there is no other way." Krylous looked at the brothers, and was rewarded with the same vision he had seen for the past 10 years. He saw two young men, 16 years of age. They were both almost 6 feet tall, but lacked a quarter of an inch. The duo was both well developed and muscled, and both handsome youths. They both had lightly tanned skin, and hair down to their shoulders in back. The most striking difference was where Piffin had blond hair that was almost white, Griffin's hair was so black, and it appeared to be blue. Krylous looked into two sets of eyes, which were clear blue, and appeared to have an inner light to them. "My boys, where as I was a student of both white and black magic, I was a master of neither. Each magic has its own strengths and its weaknesses, but they are equal in power. You two have each mastered the art you have chosen, but where you Piffin are a master of the white, you Griffin are a master of the black. For the task at hand, our world needs both of you, working together, if there is to be a hope for Strolin to survive the outcome of this battle." "Since I found you two, at the age of six, I have watched both of you as though you were my own children. What lies ahead is full of peril, with dangers at every turn, but with the two of you working together, no force can overcome you. I have trained you with all you will need, and now you must trust in yourselves. Your first goal is to find those who you need for the quest. I have given you as much information as I can, and now you must journey forth. I will meet you again once you have gathered your party, and are preparing to leave the city of Dugron. Fair thee well, and may the gods preserve you." Piffin glanced at his brother, and seeing a slight nod, spoke for both of them, "Master, we will do our best, and if we can, our world Strolin will be saved. Thank you for your years of help, and for your blessing." As was their custom, the brothers turned, gathered their supplies, and left without saying goodbye. The two were quite a pair to be seen, for they each wore a robe, boots, and belt of their magic, white for Piffin, and black for Griffin. Upon their belts, they had an enameled buckle, with two serpents forming a circle. One serpent was white, the other black. They decided that it would be better for them to save their energy, and travel in a more mundane fashion, so they mounted their horses, a tall white stallion for Piffin, and a tall black stallion for Griffin. Turning their backs to the setting sun, they started east for Dugron, but first they had to travel through the Bewitched Forest, before reaching Dugron. The forest had been named the Enchanted Forest, but after it was rumored a witch curses the forest, it was named the Bewitched Forest. The woods now were a dark and forbidding place. Few dared to enter, for fear of the goblins and ghouls that were rumored to reside in the forest. At a steady pace, the brothers headed straight for the forest, for it was the quickest way, and they had little to fear. ************************************************************************* Unaware that the brothers were even alive let alone destined to find him, a boy, almost a man, goes about his business like every other day in Dugron. The boy was quietly running along the rooftops, moving so swiftly and quietly that it didn't seem possible for a human. When the boy reached his destination, he came to a quick stop, and crawled towards the edge of the roof. The building the boy was on top of was the house of a wealthy businessman, who had taken a short vacation, and left the house unattended. The boy's face formed a small grin, as he thought how easy this would be. He lowered himself off the roof going headfirst, until he came to a second story window. Pulling a device he had made out of iron twine and a fishing hook, the boy quickly unlocked the window. Slipping into the room, the boy took a quick look around, and found his target. He had watched the man's house for days ahead of time, learning where every valuable was hidden. Within five minutes the boy had gathered the man's entire savings together, and was out of the window as if he had never been. He quickly locked the window, and headed for the Den of Thieves, as their headquarters were known. He had just slipped through one of the underground trapdoors, when a large man stopped him. The man was Mentas, the head of the guild of thieves. Mentas looked at the bag the boy carried, and then at the boy himself. With a mocking tone, and a small grin, he said, "Well, if it isn't Scott the Phantom. I was beginning to think you had quit the guild. It's been over a week since anyone has seen you." At that he smiled, and continued, "Of course, you aren't seen when you don't want to be, but that's why you were always my favorite. So, how did the boost go?" Scott, the boy, gave Mentas his best-wicked grin. "Worked like a charm. That man deserved what he got" and after a quick laugh, "or should I say what I got?" Mentas gave him a slap on the shoulder, laughed, and said to put the guild's share in his office, and that he needed to talk to him afterward. Scott walked into the guild's treasury, and put in the sixty percent the guild charged its members. Although he wasn't to happy that he didn't get to keep all of his earnings, he knew that this money helped to buy distracted peacekeepers, and to help the members get out of trouble. When he had split the money, he walked into Mentas's office, and took the offered stool. "Scott, we need to talk. we have some problems that need to be addressed." Mentas gave him a hard look, and said, "And I don't mean for you to just disappear when I turn my back like the last time I needed to talk to you in private." "Scott, you are one of the best the guild has, and I know that you haven't even come close to being caught, but this business of sneaking around during broad daylight is to much. I want you to do your work at night, like the others, so you are in less danger. There is a difference between ability, and ego." "That last boost was worth a month of most of our guild's thieves, so I'm not going to punish you. But understand this, you have got to be more cautious in the future. I like you, because you remind me of my own boyhood, but I will not let you put the entire guild in danger just for a job or two. Do you understand what I'm asking?" "Yes Mentas, I understand, and I'll try to be more cautious for the sake of the guild. Thank you for your mercy, and I will get out of your sight now if that appeases you." Mentas gave him a disdainful look, but motioned for him to leave, and soon Mentas was alone with his thoughts. What Scott didn't know, was the only reason he hadn't received the normal fine, and flogging was because he was needed for a big boost that Mentas had planed. Mentas was personally handling another case, and even though this was even bigger, he felt Scott was the man, or boy for the job. ****************************************************************** Three weeks had gone by, and Scott was prepared for his job. When Mentas had told him it was big, Mentas wasn't kidding. Scott's job was to steal from the Price of the Kingdom. The Prince was actually away at the time, and that was the sole reason this job was possible, because the guards were much more relaxed without the Prince there. Little did Scott know that this one job would forever change his life. He was suited for the occasion, and in his finest garb, well, for stealing that is. He wore his thick black boots, black leggings, black tunic, and a black cape that was pulled around the entire outfit, giving him the appearance of not having a human shape. At his belt were his usual tools, his prized rapier, and a small bracer of throwing knives. In his right boot, he also had a dirk hidden but easy to get to incase of emergencies. With Scott's black hair, and dark tan, the only thing that didn't match, were his hazel eyes. Scott had gotten to the outer gates at midnight, and had walked past the guards as if they weren't there. Once inside, Scott went directly to his target. He was told by Mentas, that the most prized possession of the Prince was in the room on the west side of the castle, on the top floor. Scott went to the west building face, and after the guard had passed by on his patrol, he quickly climbed the wall, and once on the correct floor, he used his homemade window tool, to gain entrance. After Scott's eyes had adjusted to the dim room, which the only light was that of the moon, he began to search for his prize. The room seemed to be as any other bedroom, except for the size and quality of everything in it. He had quietly searched all of the drawers, and had checked the walls and floors for hidden compartments. So far he had found nothing that was of any extraordinary value, but there was one place left to look. Scott couldn't imagine why anyone would hide something under or around the bed, but that was the only place he hadn't looked. When he got close to the bed, he saw that there was a large mound in the middle of the bed. As he approached, he saw the mound was round in shape, and he assumed the Prince must have tried to hide his valuables in the bed to throw of thieves. When he finally crept up to the bed, and pulled up the covers slowly in case of traps, he was surprised at what he found. The round object in the middle of the bed was a boy, and from what he could tell, almost his own age. Finding the covers lacking, the boy started to stir, and Scott began to look for a quick hiding place. Finding none, Scott stood as still as possible, and hoped that with the limited light, the boy wouldn't be able to see a figure that didn't move. As the boy came fully awake, and was aware of his missing covers, he peered out into the darkness, and with a very frightened voice said, "Whhhoo iss theerre?? Pllease don't hurt me, I won't tell anyone someone was here, just give me my covers and leave, please?" Towards the end he was almost pleading, and Scott had a strange feeling of compassion for the boy, and he decided to do something totally unlike himself. Scott slowly moved into the moonlight, so the young boy could see him. "I'm not here to hurt you little man, don't worry. I promise, I will give you your covers back, if you'll answer me two questions." The boy looked at him with large round eyes, and finding that he would be fine, risked a small smile. "What do you want to know?" "One question, is who are you? And the other is what is the most valuable thing in this room to the Price?" The boy looked at Scott, and smiled. "Please, light the lantern, and sit down so we can have a more pleasant conversation. I don't often have guests, let alone at this hour." Scott used an ember from the fire that was still blazing in the fireplace to light the lantern, and after putting another log on the fire, came to sit on the bed close to the boy. There appeared to be a sudden change in the boy, who was no longer frightened, and now quite happy. "The answers to both your questions are one in the same." When seeing the question written on Scott's face, the boy continued. "My name is Wil, and my father, is the Prince." Wil then started laughing at Scott's expression. "I thought everyone knew who I was, I can't even go out to play with the other boys because of my parentage, and I finally meet someone who doesn't even know the Prince has a son!" At this both boys started to howl with laughter, until there came a thud on the outer door. Scott began to run for the window, but Wil grabbed his arm, and told him to stay put. "Who disturbs me at such an ungodly hour as this?" A large servant stuck his head in, and after taking a quick look around, focused his eyes on the ground. "Sorry to disturb you highness, I heard the noise on my way past, and thinking you to be asleep, became worried for your safety. Please forgive my interruption." Wil turned to Scott, and gave him a wink. "I'll forgive the interruption, since you only wished for my safety, and since you're here, please meet my friend." Wil realized that he didn't even know his friend's name, so he signaled for his compatriot to make his own introduction. Scott stood up, and shook the servant's hand. "My name is Scott, I just met his highness recently, and I'm sorry for causing the disturbance. His highness had a particularly clever remark, and I couldn't contain my laughter." The servant saw his opening for a compliment and took it. "It is a pleasure to meet any friend of the Prince. He is known for his clever remarks, so I can understand. I must now go about my duties, and trouble you no more, thank you for your understanding of my interruption." The servant bowed one last time, and left shutting the door behind him. Wil turned and looked at Scott, "Well, now we're finally alone, and can get to know each other better. Please, will you tell me some about yourself? I didn't even know your name until you told my servant." After a few minutes, where Scott seemed troubled, he decided to tell Wil the truth, and then see what to do next. "You know my name, and the rest of my story you will soon know, but I ask you this: listen until I have finished before you judge me, please." Wil looked into his eyes, and say that this was no jest, he quickly agreed, and Scott continued. "I was born in this city, 16 years ago. My mother was a local whore, and I never found out who my father was. I lived with my mother until I was 6, when she died. My mother was killed by one of her customers, and he almost killed me too. After she died, I lived on the street, and took food when I could, to survive. I learned that I had a talent for theft, and so I continued to use it as my main source of income, even until this day. I was sent here to steal from the Prince, and was told this room contained his most prized possession. I didn't know that his prize was you, his son. I intend to leave, and tell the head of the guild that I wasn't good enough to reach the prize. He probably won't believe me, but I don't do anything to hurt someone." Wil gave the thief a puzzled look. "If you don't like to hurt people, why did you become a thief? Stealing someone's life savings is hurting them a lot. How can you possible say you don't like to hurt people?!" By the time Wil had finished his question, he was giving Scott the coldest glare the thief had ever seen. Scott raised his hands as if to fend off an attack. "Please let me explain before you try and kill me yourself. I choose my boosts carefully, and I make sure the person I steal from deserves it. The last job I did was to rob a man who made his living by saving slaves when your father's patrols weren't looking. I'm not saying your father deserved to have me visit, but when a member of the thief's guild receives an order from the Guild Master, you don't question it. Please understand something, I don't like being a thief, but I am good at it, and it has kept me alive this long." When Scott saw Wil's bewildered look, he stood up, and headed for the window, as if to leave. "I know that you don't want me to be near you, because of my life style, and I understand, so here is where I will say my goodbye to you Wil." Right before Scott reached the window, he turned to see Wil starring at him. "I do have one quick question for you. I'm not a very educated person, other then simple reading and writing, but how can the son of a prince still be called a prince?" The question finally broke Wil out of his daze, and he gave Scott a wry grin. "My father holds the office of The Prince of the Kingdom of Rolenda, and this office is passed down within the family. I am called a prince, but so is any other boy or man whose only title is that of a possible heir. When I am older, I may take my father's place as the Prince of Rolenda, or for some strange reason, I may even end up as the King of Rolenda. Does that answer your question my friend?" Wil's last remark startled his friend. "You would call me friend, even after all I have told you? After what I was planning to do to your family? Are you playing some cruel trick on me?" Wil smiled. "No Scott, you are my friend. You are the only person my age that has come to see me in years, even if it was by chance. I'd like you to stay around, and become better acquainted with me. Would you mind that Scott?" With a large grin on his face, Scott walked back to the bed, and knelt in front of the prince. "If your highness wishes me to stay, I will be most honored." Seeing Scott's mocking look, Wil stood up, and slowly pulled Scott's rapier from its scabbard. Making a show of mockery, he knighted Scott. "With this, I knight thee loyal friend and companion to the Prince Wil. Rise Sir Scott." Hopping to his feet, he took back his rapier, sheathed it, and ruffled Wil's hair. Wil gave Scott his best pouting look. "This is not the way one should treat a prince of the Kingdom of Rolenda." Then Wil gave his friend an ear-to-ear smile. "From this day forward, you will address me simply as Wil, the only time you are aloud to refer to me as Highness, or My Prince, is when I am dead and cold, and you are saying goodbye." Then Wil sat about extracting his revenge for his ravaged hair. Wil jumped from his bed, and pushed Scott onto his bed, and sat on his stomach while holding both arms down. "I realize that you could have killed me, and could easily get out of this hold, but I want us to be like brothers." After stating his plan, Wil let Scott get up, and Scott moved over to a shelf near the window. On the shelf, Scott placed his sword belt, his knife bracer, and his cape. He kept his dirk in his boot, out of his normal habit. After he had disarmed himself, Scott went back to join his new friend. "You know what Wil? I always wanted a brother. And now that I have one, I'm not sure what to do." "Well Scott, I think we should start by getting to know each other better. I know how you came to be a thief, and I know how old you are, but I want to know more. I'd also like to tell you some about myself, so you will know as much about me as I wish to know about you." With that Wil motioned Scott to sit on the bed facing him, so they might be comfortable, and still talk. "I am 15, and was born in this very castle. My mother and father have always been very caring, but because of their positions, they have little time to spend with me. I have a younger brother, whose name is Trent, and I'm sure he'll snoop around and meet you later. My hobbies include hunting, fishing, archery, and fencing. Whenever I get free time from my studies that are supposed to turn me into a ruler some day, I sneak into the maze out in the garden for solitude. Now that I have told you my interests, would you mind telling me your hobbies and what you do in your spare time?" Wil looked at Scott, who had a quizzical manner, and finally began to speak. "I uhh. I've never really had hobbies. I don't really have spare time, because I have to work to survive. I'm rumored to be one of the finest thieves, and I have learned to use my weapons to survive, but I haven't really had much fun in my life. As Scott remembered some of his earlier thieving days, a smile crept across his face, and he began to chuckle. "I have done some things that I have enjoyed, but they were always related to my job. I enjoy stealing from those who do evil, or are evil, and have taken it upon myself to become an avenging force. Stealing slavers, abusive people, drunkards, murderers, assassins, and other such characters blind is my favorite part of my life as a thief. Because of the life style I live, I've never had many friends, because those who acted like my friends normally had malicious intent. After a few of those so-called 'friends', I decided that it was safer to remain alone. That is one thing we have in common, neither of us has had a good friend in our lives." Scott saw that Wil was pondering over what he had just heard, and the boy-thief took the opportunity for revenge that presented itself. Scott pounced on the younger boy, and rolled him around until he was trapped under Scott's weight. Although both boys were about the same height, measuring at 5'11" with Scott a fraction of an inch taller, both boys were almost identical in physical form. Wil was thin, and developing a muscled figure, while Scott was also thin from his work, and well muscled. Scott took this time to closely examine his new friend. Where Scott had a very dark tan, Wil was lightly tanned, and where Scott's hair was a dark black, Wil's was a blond that resembled gold. Then Scott noticed his friend's eyes. Wil had blue eyes that looked almost gray, and were beautiful to behold. Wil also took this time to examine his friend, and found Scott's hazel eyes that at this moment were green with a tint of brown very pretty eyes to go along with his black hair. After the boys looked each other over, each blushed when they realized that they had been thinking of the other boy as 'pretty' or handsome to behold. Scott, who was the quickest to recover, moved along with what he had planned to do from the beginning. He put one hand on each side of the younger boy, and started to lightly rub and caress the boy's sides with quick and nimble fingers. This produced the reaction Scott was looking for, and Wil was wreathing with his laughter as he tried to squirm free of Scott's grasp. Wil tried his hardest, but couldn't pull free, so he started to beg Scott to release him before he suffocated. "Please! Let me up, I give, really I do. Scott, I'm going to wet myself if you don't let me up soon! Scott, please let me up!" Scott loved the effect he was getting from his friend, but finally gave in to Wil's begging. While Wil was desperately trying to recover and catch his breath, Scott was laughing hysterically. When Wil recovered, he sought to extract his revenge, but when he tried to get Scott pinned down, Scott simple wrapped an arm, and a leg on the same side, arched his back, and rolled Wil over until Wil was pinned once more. "I'll have to teach you some ground fighting sometime, but not yet." Scott cackled, and even Wil started to giggle. "All right then Scott, if you aren't going to teach me how to get you off me, will you at least be so kind as to get off?" Scott reached as if to start the tickling once more, then right when Wil inhaled and braced for the attack, he rolled off. "I've had my fun tormenting you, at least for now." Scott reached over and ruffled Wil's hair. "It's been nice to meet you, but I should probably leave soon, since I wasn't supposed to be here anyway." Wil looked as if someone had died. "I was having so much fun, I wish you didn't have to go, can't you stay?" Scott had already equipped his weapons, and donned his cloak. "I'm sorry Wil, I was having fun too. I will probably be beaten for failing my mission, since it was such a large one, but I'll live. And if they don't throw me out of the guild, I will do just fine. Perhaps I can come and visit you some time, if you wouldn't mind that of course." Looking at Wil to gauge his reaction, he could see that his statement had troubled his friend. "Wil, if you don't want me to come back, I can understand. We come from far different lives, and we have little in common. I'm sorry to have crashed into your life, but I will leave as if I was never here. I am called the phantom for a reason." At that Scott moved over, and reached to open the window. "Scott, wait. Don't go away for good. I wasn't upset about you coming to visit me; I think that would be perfect. I was upset about you being beaten for not bringing me back as a captive. I think I should come with you, as your captive so you won't get hurt. All that will happen is that I'll be ransomed back to my father in a day or two. I know that I shouldn't try to cause my father trouble, but if it will keep you safe, it is a good cause." Wil stood up, slipped into some pants and a tunic, since he had been in only his underclothes, and made as if to join Scott. "Wil, I thank you for your concern, but you must stay here. For one thing, if your father found out that I had been in your room, kid-napped you, and then became your friend, he would kill me. And another thing, they wouldn't just hold you, I imagine that they would do some pretty nasty things to you, and I don't want to know I caused that. You will stay here, and in a few days, maybe this week, if I can, I'll come by." Wil respected his friend's advice, but was still planning on going. "Scott, I doubt that they would dare to harm me, or they would feel my father's wrath. I will be coming with you, and that is not an option." Scott came to stand directly in front of the prince, and looked him straight in the eyes. "They may be afraid of your father, but since you are a young boy who has never had sex, they would take advantage of you, and use you like a common whore. I wasn't trying to make it sound worse then what would happen, you would be raped repeatedly, and probably be physically abused other then just being raped. I wouldn't wish that fate on anyone, except perhaps the ones that would do that to someone else. Your father would get you back, but the boy he got back would not be the one that was taken. You will stay, and I intend to make you if you resist, do you understand?" Wil had a shocked look on his face. "They would force themselves on me? What sort of cruel men would do such a thing? I shall have to summon the garrison, and have you lead us to them, then, when they have been imprisoned, we can be together as friends." Wil found his rapier, and his boots, and when he was dressed, stood beside Scott. Scott gave him a dirty look. "I'm sorry it had to come to this, but I can't have you trying to come with me, or follow me. Scott moved faster then most humans could have thought possible, and had both of Wil's hands behind his back and in a strong hold before the prince knew he was being attacked. Scott gentle, yet firmly, moved his captive over to the bed, and took Wil's rapier. "I'm sorry to do this, and I hope you will remember that it was for your own good." Scott had Wil pinned down, and he removed Wil's boots, tunic, and pants. "Now, you have three choices. The first choice is for you to stop trying to come with me, and just staying here. The second choice is for me to tie you up, and then by the time you have called for help, me being gone. The third, is incase there are to many servants near by, I may have to give you some reason not to call attention to this room until I am gone. Which will you choose?" Glaring as though to stab Scott with his eyes, Wil was furious with this treatment. "I will come with you, and if you try and tie me up, I will scream for the guards, and have you captured until you are ready to lead us to these men." Scott shook his head, and then got a slight grin on his face. "Well, I guess you've chosen choice number three. I wish I didn't have to do this to you, and I apologize in advance." Scott stuck a corner of one of the prince's pillows into Wil's mouth, and held it in place with his left hand. While Wil was trying to scream for the guards through the pillow, Scott's right hand had untied the cord holding Wil's underclothes on, and then when they were removed, Wil was completely naked. Scott continued to hold Wil in place, even though he had stopped struggling, and tied Wil's legs together using the underclothes. Then he used Wil's pants to tie his arms together, and then he tied the arms to the bedpost above Wil's head. Scott then took Wil's tunic, and after rolling it up, used it to secure the pillow that was being used as a gag. Scott took a moment to admire his handiwork, and the prince's body, and noted that the prince was well endowed. Scott estimated that Wil must have five to six inches when hard. "Well, I know that you will work your way out of that, but it will give me enough time to escape. If I were you, I would move up to the bedpost, and then once you loosen those notes, going for the arms, and then the legs, but that is just me. I am sorry I had to leave you like this, but you gave me no choice, good bye my friend." Scott ran towards the window, and once outside, used his twine and hook to relock the window. After he was done with the window, he did what he was best at, and disappeared into the night. "Scott, I see that you have failed me. Did you even found the prize? Don't bother to answer, even if you did find the prize, you didn't get it for me. I am very disappointed, and you will be punished. Now get out of my sight. I will deal with you latter." Mentas slumped in his chair. What he had feared had finally happened. Scott never knew that Mentas was his father. Mentas had learned of his bastard son when Scott had been about 1 year old. He had hoped that Scott's mother would take care of the boy until he was old enough to get out on his own. Mentas had learned that Scott's mother had been killed when Scott was 7, and had taken a watchful eye on the boy. Much to his surprise, Scott had turned out to be one of the best thieves alive. He had privately rejoiced that his only son would follow in his footsteps, but had also feared that one day, his son might make a mistake that he was forced to take drastic action on. He feared having to choose if to follow the normal punishment, or try and go easy on Scott, because he was the son of the Guild Master. Mentas let out a disgusted sigh. He didn't know what to do, for the first time in his life. The normal punishment for blotching and assignment wasn't to bad, but because the Guild Master had personally selected the thief, and helped with the assignment, it was much worse. The person who was to be punished would be given a choice, he could either leave the guild, or he would be beaten and battered, and then the Guild Master was given a personal choice of extra punishment. Mentas knew that he must treat his son as any other, and knew the choice belonged to his son. Mentas had his second in command summon Scott to his chamber, and there, he told Scott what choice he had. "I like you personally, and didn't want to have to do this, but you knew the punishment, and now you must face it. What is your choice?" Scott looked down towards the floor, and after a moment, clinched his fist, and stared the Guild Master directly in the face. "I will stay in the guild, and I accept my punishment." Mentas gave him a nod, and then a soft pat on the back. "I knew you would accept punishment, I just needed you to choose it, now come along, and let's get this over with." Mentas signaled for Scott to follow, and after going through a series of hallways, they entered a large meeting hall. He had Scott stand before a podium, and then took his place at the top. "All of you know what Scott the phantom is being charged with. When given the choice, as is custom, Scott has opted to remain in the guild, and take his punishment. As the Guild Master, it is my job to administer his final punishment, but the first part of it will happen here and now. You all have your duties, and I'm sorry to see this happen to one of our members. Let us get this going, the sooner it has begun, the sooner it will end." Scott put a determined look on his face, and dutifully strolled to the middle of the large chamber. Scott pulled off his cloak, belt, boots, tunic, and leggings, leaving him with only a loincloth to cover himself. Three large, broad men walked forward. Two of them carried long, leather whips; each ending in five points each. The two that were carrying nothing, came forward, and each went to one side of Scott. The first two men each grabbed one of Scott's arms, and walked apart until Scott was held tightly between the two men. The two with whips stepped forward, one went to stand in front of Scott, and the other went to stand behind him. Each of the men with whips had trained for years so they would hit only what they wanted to hit. The two men began to strike Scott, and while one would start at his waist and move upward, the other would start at his shoulders and move downward. The man behind Scott was allowed to hit anywhere he wanted. The man in front had some restrictions, those being he couldn't strike Scott in the groin, or in the face, but anywhere else was game. The whipping continued for many minutes, until Scott was covered in red welts that went from his head downward, with a small area around the groin intact. Towards the end Scott was almost able to pass out, but one of the two men holding him up would slap him in the face if he started to drift into the unconscious. When Scott was finally finished with the whipping, he was laid down, and was given ten minutes rest. After Scott's short reprieve was up, the two holders picked him up yet again, and slapped his face until he regained his senses. The two men who had whipped him came back, but now they carried canes instead of whips. Scott's beating continued as the first one had, and Scott was never aloud to loose any idea about what he was feeling. When this faze of the beating was finished, the two cane men handed their canes to their apprentices, and they grabbed one of Scott's legs each. The four men carried Scott into the Guild Master's personal chambers, where the final faze took place. Normally the Guild Master would have been waiting in his chamber, and would have started the last part as soon as his victim was present, but because Scott was his son, the Guild Master found some urgent business to keep him away. After Scott had been laid down, he had gone to sleep, because of the great pain he was in. The Guild Master's absence gave Scott five hours to sleep and recover. But finally the Mentas could stay away no longer, and was forced to do what he had feared for so long. Scott was awake, although in great pain, and Mentas was kneeling close to him, so he might speak easier. "Scott, do you know what is meant by a 'personal choice' for the Guild Master really means?" Scott tried to raise his head to speak, but was force to speak towards the floor instead of Mentas. "It means you have the choice of where to take me, in my ass, or in my mouth." Mentas nodded once, and realized it was a wasted gesture since Scott wasn't looking at him. "I have never wanted to do this to you, and I regret that I must. For you, I would choose to rape your mouth, but because I have always chosen to take the ass, I must follow that precedent, or the other thieves may hurt you, thinking I favor you. I'm sorry, and I truly regret having to do this." Scott began a bitter laugh, which soon ended when it hurt him too much. "Mentas, when I made my choice to remain in the guild, I knew that I would be beaten and then raped. And I don't believe that you won't get pleasure out of this. Maybe you don't like doing it to me, but because of the act, you will get enjoyment out of it. You might as well get it over with, so I can suffer in peace." Mentas gave no sign of acknowledgment, except for removing all of his clothing. Mentas had always been known to have a larger then average cock, and it wasn't just a rumor. His cock was at least 9 inches, and over 6 inches wide. Being taken by him was no small issue. Mentas sat aside his wanting to protect his son, because as the Guild Master, it was his responsibility, and it came first no matter what. He got down on his hands and knees, and lifted Scott's butt into the air. He gave no sign of compassion as he went about his task, for him it was pure lust. Mentas spread Scott's two red, welted cheeks apart, and with no warning plunged into Scott's formally virgin hole. Scott cried out in agony, but Mentas continued with no thought about being gentle. Mentas plunged into Scott's rear orifice hard, and fast, until he finally came to the edge. When Mentas climaxed, he made an extremely deep thrust, and held as deep as he could until he was completely spent. Mentas pulled his blood-covered cock from Scott's ravaged hole. Mentas called out, and the four men entered the room, and carried Scott's limp form to his personal quarters. When they reached his quarters, they dropped him roughly onto his sleeping mat, and then left him. Because of the pain, Scott quickly lapsed into unconsciousness, which was his only escape from the pain. While he slept to escape the pain, and to heal his body, Scott had many troubling dreams. Most of the dreams he had were about his beating/rape, and the pain that came with each. There was one dream that he had that was different from the ones reflecting his torture. This dream was about a certain prince, and his newfound friendship. One soon interrupted that almost pleasant dream, was far worse. In this new agonizing dream, Scott saw a gigantic serpent, and as the serpent neared him, the serpent split into two equally large serpents, one white, while the other black. When the serpents reached him, they changed into humans, both almost 6 feet tall. One human had white hair, and the other had black, but they both had strange blue eyes. Both humans approached Scott, and he couldn't seem to get away. The black haired one put his hand on Scott's right shoulder, and the white haired one put his hand on Scott's left shoulder. When both humans were touching him, they pointed to an area straight in front of Scott. Scott felt like he was flying, and saw scenes of an enormous battle below him. Then, in a flash the battle was over, and the only forces standing looked like shadows. Then in another flash, he saw a once mighty castle laying in ruins, and bodies strewn everywhere. The surrounding village had been burned, and then he saw that the town that he witnessed used to be Dugron. And in a wink of the eye, everything was gone, and Scott woke up screaming, half from the pain, and half from the terror of his vision. If you liked chapter 1 of The Plight of Strolin, feel free to contact me at dwpresents@hotmail.com, and please only comments that are 'constructive'. I will begin work on chapter 2 as soon as possible, and I will submit at least one more chapter before decided if I want to finish this series or not. After the next chapter, I will use reader support, and effort required as the deciding factors. Thanks, DW

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Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2002 02:34:58 +0000 From: J.T. Bottom Subject: The Zone First, a little about me. My name is Adam. I am about 5'8", 155 lbs., toned, smooth and muscular. People tell me that I look a lot like a jock version of a teenage Ricky Schroeder, which I do. I am athletic, but preppy, have an affluent background, come from a rich, white, well-established family in Chicago, and don't act gay at all. I was into all sorts of sports in high school including football, soccer, and baseball. I just graduated from high school and am 18 years old. I had an experience recently that I want you to know about. An experience that I think you will enjoy and I need your help with a decision I was presented with, which I will explain. I was walking down Lake Shore Drive in the early evening when I had to take a leak. There are many restrooms scattered along the lake in the northern part of Chicago and most of them can be somewhat cruisy. At that time I had only messed around a couple of times with friends, but it was only touching and caressing, but no more. It was in the middle of summer and I had on a pair baggy shorts and a tee shirt that I had draped over my shoulder. When I entered the bathroom I noticed one other man who was already standing at the urinal taking a leak. He was in mid 40s or so and was tall, at about 6'3" or a little more. He wasn't handsome, and didn't strike any interest in me at all. I simply walked up to the only other urinal and started to take a piss. I wasn't pissing for 5 seconds when the man started to talk to me. "What's up tonight boy? What you doing out here at the lake today?" he asked. I was surprised that he had began a conversation with me and really only started to notice him for the first time. "I'm just getting out of the house. Bored, you know?" I answered, glancing at him nervously. I could tell he was continuing to stare at me. "So you just hangin?" he asked. "Yeah," I replied and looked at him again. I was now aware that he was no longer peeing and was just holding his cock. Trying not to look like I was staring, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he had a fat cock and was just barely shaking it a little. I couldn't believe that this guy was actually checking me out and seeing if I would make the next move. "So, what you up to man?" I asked. Continuing to hold his cock, he turned towards me, tilted his head to the side a little, and replied "Just looking to have some fun, if you know what I mean." He then really started to wag his cock at me, which by now I was looking at directly and could tell that it was very, very fat. I couldn't really tell how long it was because he was wearing baggy jeans, but I knew it was a lot bigger than mine and a hell of a lot bigger then the few friends that I had messed around with. All my instincts told me to get the hell out of there. Here was a guy more than twice my age, and about twice my size, coming right out and letting me know that he wanted to have sex with me. I didn't think he was attractive at all and he didn't appear to be in very good shape. But still, I didn't move and after a few seconds the man came closer and cupped my ass with his other hand. I remember thinking that he had big hands because when he squeezed my ass he was able to get both cheeks at the same time as I felt his fingers dig deep into my skin. "You gotta nice ass there boy. You must like this because you ain't gone anywhere yet. How about we get outta here and go back to my place. It's not very far. We be there in 5 minutes. How bout it?" Now I had often fantasized about what my first real sexual experience with a man would be like and I can guarantee you this wasn't it. However, there was something about the demanding look that the man was giving me. He was in control and he knew it. He could tell that I was a little scared, but he could also tell I was curious and interested. It must have been the look on my face because he simply said, "Let's go," and he zipped up his pants and headed out of the bathroom towards the parking lot. I thought about it for a few seconds and followed after him. Neither one of us said anything as we walked. I stayed a little bit behind him so it wouldn't look as if we were actually together. He quickly got to his small, cheap car and reached over and unlocked the passenger side door. It smelled of cigarettes, and no sooner did I notice when he reached in his pocket and lit one up. I hated cigarettes and hated the smell especially, but I didn't say anything. He put the car in gear and we pulled away from the parking lot with him giving me a quick glance. When he looked at me he had a smirk on his face as if something was amusing him. "Is something wrong?" I asked, wondering if maybe the man was changing his mind. "Oh no, no, no. Nothing is wrong. You just look so fine and you don't even know it." "Thanks," I replied. "No, thank you. You just relax and everything be cool." He then reached over and grabbed my left leg and gave it a hard squeeze that actually hurt a little. "You just do as I say and we be getting along just fine, okay?" His cigarette never left his mouth the entire time and he had resumed staring at the road in front of him as we headed down the road. We arrived in less than 5 minutes to an older, dirty looking three-story building where he parked in back in a private parking lot. We both got out of the car and headed towards the building, but instead of going to the main entrance in the front of the building, we headed to a stairway leading down that I hadn't noticed until I had gotten out of the car. At the bottom of the stairway there were two doors. He went up to one of them and quickly opened it for me. As I walked through the door I was very surprised to see that there was someone already in his shabby little apartment watching TV in the living room. "Hey Martin, what you got there with you man?" asked the man on the couch, who I could now see was a very fat and balding black guy with just his boxer shorts on. He looked a little younger, maybe around 40, and like his roommate, not good looking at all. I once again was wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into. "Just a little friend I met at the park," Martin replied. I at least knew this guy's name now. "Man, you fuck with these young ones and you be getting in trouble, I guarantee you. How old are you boy?" he asked. "16," I lied "Damn, you don't look a day over 14 to me, shit. You don't have no body hair or nuttin. You just a little white boy," he responded. I had often been mistaken for a kid much younger because I hadn't yet started to grow much hair on my face. "He's my little white boy," Martin responded, grabbing me around the back of my neck with one of his large hands. "Him and me are going to be real good friends, aren't' we boy?" "Yeah," was all I could say. "Turn up the TV Jake just in case we start making some noise. I don't want the neighbors to hear us if we get a little wild in there." And with that he rather forcefully guided me into one of the two bedrooms in the small apartment and shut the door. "Get outta those fucking clothes and get on the bed. I'm going to smoke me some weed to get in the mood." He then fished around in one of his dresser drawers until he pulled out a joint and quickly lit it up and began taking hits off it while watching me slowly and nervously take off my clothes. I was only wearing a jock strap so when I had taken off my shorts I was surprised when he told me to keep the jock strap on. "Your ass look good in it," he said. He also had me keep on my tennis shoes and socks. "Okay baby, let's get this game started," he said as he began to take off his shirt. When he had taken his shirt off I could see that he had some chest hair, but not a lot and that most of it was black with some gray hairs mixed in. His body was not in shape and his stomach had a little gut on it that hung down a little. He then started to remove his pants and I noticed he was not wearing any underwear. After he had bent over to pull the pants off his legs he stood back up and I could see what I was going to be dealing with. His cock was indeed thick as I had seen earlier, but I also could now see that it was long as well. It was still soft and looked to be about 8" long and about as thick as my wrist. He was wagging it some more at me with the smirk now returning to his face. "You like what you see boy?" he asked. "Now I want you to get on your hands and knees on the bed and face me." I had been sitting on the edge of the bed facing him and I quickly got up and proceeded to get on all fours facing the edge of the bed. Martin didn't move until I was turned around facing him and then he started to walk to wards the bed swinging his cock in my direction. "You need to suck this baby and get it nice and hard, okay?" He then reached with his other hand and grabbed my hair on the top of my head and pulled my head back until it hurt. "You do as your told and you be fine, you got that baby?" "Yes", I replied as he began to slap my face with his cock. I was surprised at the weight of his cock as it hit my face. It actually felt heavy as it slammed into my face, first one side and then the other. I hadn't opened my mouth yet and I could smell the musky odor of his cock. It wasn't a bad smell, but I could tell that he hadn't taken a shower that day. His cock also looked a little greasy, as if he had put some oil on it. "Now when we get started I'm not going to stop until I pop a nut, so you just hang in there, ok baby?" He then started to push the head of his cock on my lips. "Now open up that mouth boy and get daddy hard." I did as I was told and immediately the slimy cock was pushed into my mouth and all the way to the back of my throat. I wasn't prepared for such an assault right away and I started to choke immediately. He didn't pull back right away though and kept it as deep in my throat as it would go for about 5 seconds, until I started to get tears in my eyes. He then pulled his cock back out of my throat and slapped me some more over my face as I took deep breaths trying to get air. His cock was a lot slicker now with my spit sticking to the sides. "Okay baby, one more time but this time relax that throat so I can fuck your face good." With that said he pressed against my lips again and I opened up to receive his now growing cock down my throat. He once again didn't pussyfoot around and shoved it as deep as it would go, but at least this time I was a little more prepared for the invasion and tried to open my mouth and throat as wide as possible. Since his cock had gotten harder and a little thicker more of it went down my throat until once again I was choking and the tears were starting to stream from my eyes. He held it deep in my throat but this time for a little longer before he started to pull out. He didn't pull out all the way though this time and when the head of his cock was resting on my tongue he forcefully jammed it again back down my throat until he was choking me again. I started to wretch but since I did not have anything to eat in some time there was nothing to come out. He seemed to enjoy the torture he was doing on my throat because he continued to pull out for a little bit and then slam it in harder each time, trying to get more and more of the cock down my throat. I was dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but at the same time my throat was slowly giving in to his piston cock driving into me. I slowly started to notice that his cock was now able to completely go down my throat and his pubes were hitting my nose with each thrust. I didn't realize it at the time, but my body had overcome the urge to gag and I was actually able take a cock that most guys wouldn't even be able to take half of. His cock was now almost completely hard now and my jaw was stretched to the max. His dick thankfully didn't get much longer and was only about 10". "Oh yeah baby, you learn real quick. Now just relax and let me fuck your face real good." I looked up at him and he was staring down at me with a controlling grin on his face. I still had tears in my eyes and I imagine I was red in the face. It was at the time, looking up at him, realizing that I had given someone else control over my body, that I knew that I had opened a new door that would never now be closed. It was the first time that someone was really in control of me in my entire life. I had strict parents, but they still let me do pretty much what I wanted. I had been given many of the luxuries in life without having to work for them. And now here I was mostly naked on a bed getting fucked down my throat by a big black man in his 40s who was going to use me in any way he wanted, and I loved it. I wanted him to use me and use my body any way he wanted. I started to now suck his cock as best as I could. He wasn't giving me much opportunity, but when his cock was down my throat I tried to apply as much pressure as I could to his cock to make sure he enjoyed this boy's throat. He seemed to notice the difference. "There you go boy, keep that up. Watch those teeth now." Keeping one hand holding my hair he reached back with his other hand and suddenly smacked one of my ass cheeks very hard. It startled me because I wasn't expecting it and I lost some control over my throat muscles and started to choke again. I had just gotten my breath back when he reached back and swatted my ass again in the same exact spot. It didn't hurt the first time because I hadn't expected it, but the second time it stung like a bitch. Because his cock was still pistoning my throat I could do nothing but moan and try to move my ass downward towards the bed, but he would have none of that. "Don't you fucking pull away from me boy!" he shouted as he pulled his cock all the way out of my mouth and slapped me hard across the face. The smack made my head swing sideways only to be brought back by another slap on the other side of my face. "Don't you ever fucking try and get away from me boy. You got that!" he asked angrily as he grabbed my chin and pulled my face up to meet his now angered expression. "Okay, I'm sorry", I sobbed. "I'm sorry what?" "I'm sorry sir" I replied after a moment realizing what he wanted to hear. I was now terrified at his sudden outburst and my body tensed up. "That's better. Now get off that bed and get your knees on the floor and lean over the bed so I can whoop that ass." I didn't move immediately and he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the bed roughly. When I was on the floor he slammed my upper body face down back on the bed so that my knees were on the floor and I was positioned over the bed with my ass in the air. He then proceeded to sit on my back so that he was facing the side of the bed and his legs were on either side of my now upturned ass. It took a while to get my breath as he weighed quite a bit, but I slowly gathered my breath realizing that he now had me pinned underneath him with total access to my ass. A minute earlier I had been thinking how I wanted to let this man do anything to me, but now I wasn't so sure. He didn't waste any time in his new position of authority before he once again swung down with his open palm and slapped my ass. "You need to be good boy. You need to be taught a lesson and do what daddy tell you to do." He then began to slap my ass, one cheek, and then the next, as hard as he could. As soon as one slap would come down my body would go ridged with the pain, but since he was practically sitting on me I could do nothing but moan and put my head in the blanket. "Yeah baby. Goin to get that ass nice and red to get fucked. You get used to this spanking baby and be a good boy." He continued to spank me until it was just a blur of pain and emotions that were surging through my body. My ass felt like it was on fire and with each slap it felt as if a blowtorch was being applied directly to my ass. However at the same time my body, having finally given up trying to get away, was becoming like a rag doll. After a few minutes I just laid there and whimpered like a little puppy. He must have had enough because all of a sudden I felt his crushing weight get off my back and felt his arms lift my now limp body all the way onto the bed so I was laying flat on the bed, face down. "Now you be ready to get fucked good. Your ass nice and warmed up for my meat. You ready for some cock up that sweet ass of yours baby?" I didn't replay right away as I was still recouping from the beating he had just gave my ass. He must not have liked me not answering because he reached up and once again pulled on my hair until my head was pulled off the bed. "I asked you boy, are you ready to get fucked!" he yelled. "Yes sir!" I cried, not really being sure if I agreed to being fucked or not. It was all happening way too fast and there was no way to get out of it. I guess I could have tried to make a run for it but for as much fear was now in my system, there was a deeper desire to carry this thing out and continue to let this big black fucker use me until he's finished with me. I wanted to get used and I wanted him to abuse me, even though I knew it was gong to hurt. I could feel him getting on the bed behind me and then pushing my legs together with his hands. "You keep those legs together and make that pussy nice and tight. You got that boy?" "Yes sir." I replied, feeling the length of his body start to come down on my backside. When he was laying completely on top of me I noticed that he had begun to sweat and his body was sliding over my back. I could even feel drops of sweat falling off his head onto the back of my neck. "Yeah, you one pretty white boy, you are. You ever had that pretty ass fucked baby?" he asked. "No. Will it hurt?" I asked in return. "Yeah, it's gonna hurt all right, but you'll get used to it. You just hang in there and we be fine." I felt him moving some more and looking back I could see him pull a tube of something out of his dresser drawer next to the bed. It looked like toothpaste at first, but then when I saw it closer it turned out to be KY Jelly. Later, when I had been more experienced at fucking, I realized how lucky I was that the guy had lube, otherwise my ass would have been torn apart that day. I saw him take off the lid and then felt him squeeze some of the jelly directly onto my ass crack. I think he also squeezed some onto his cock, but I wasn't sure. He then threw the tube onto the side of the bed and reached down with one of his hands and started to work the jelly into my crack. It didn't take him long before he was rubbing my asshole with his fingers. He didn't put any fingers in, which was what I was expecting, but only rubbed the lube around making sure it was applied the entire length of my crack. "Bring your hand back here and stroke my cock," he asked. "I want you to get it lubed up good." I reached blindly around to my backside until I felt his stomach and then felt down until I found his pubes. I then felt his cock and wrapped my hand around it at the base. It felt a lot larger than it did when it was in my mouth and my hand could barely get around it, and at the base my fingers wouldn't touch at all. He had applied some jelly onto his cock because as I started to stroke his cock I felt the slimy stuff on my fingers. I made sure to coat his cock really good. "Now, point the head of my cock at that hole baby." I started to move his cock around and felt his huge cock pressing against different parts of my ass until finally I had it positioned with the head pressing against my hole. "Now get your hands up above your head and keep them there." I did as I was told and put my hands and arms above my head. I looked as if I was ready to get a massage. "Now open your mouth again." I opened my mouth and suddenly he was cramming something in my mouth. At first I wasn't sure what it was until I realized that it was a sock. It smelled horrible and was a little wet with sweat. I hadn't seen where he got the sock but he obviously was ready with it and knew what he was going to do with it. He shoved the sock in roughly with his fingers until my mouth was completely full and some of the sock was still hanging out of my mouth. I could still breath through my nose, thank god, but other than that I couldn't make a sound other than something muffled. "Now baby, this is going to hurt real bad, but you just keep cool. You'll want to push me off but I won't let you. You ain't going no where till I bust my nut. And just to let you know, I'm one crazy motherfucker and I love to hurt little white boys like you. It gets me off the more I know I'm hurting that ass. You keep that in mind you little piece of shit." Now I had read some dirty magazines that talked about guys getting fucked in the ass and they all had that same bull shit about it hurting a little at first, but then it was all bliss and shit. Well, let me tell you that ain't the way it is at all if you got one mean fucker who just wants to punish your ass. It especially isn't true if you've never been fucked in the ass before and you got a 10" super thick black cock poised at the tip of your ass. He started to push but instead of my ass just opening up it just pushed in like it was finger pushing against a baloon. He backed off and started to push again with the same result. The third time however was different. He started to push but didn't back off, even after my body started to press into the mattress. I was clenching my ass together so tight, yet I knew I couldn't keep it up any longer and for just a second I relaxed my ass muscles. It was just a second, but that was all his cock needed and the next thing I knew I felt my ass ripped open and something huge, something horrible, come shoving into my guts. I immediately screamed but since I had the sock in my mouth nothing came out but a barely audible mumble. The pain was horrible, much worse than I had ever experienced in my entire life. I felt as if I had a pole shoved up my ass and was literally being ripped open. My body tensed up and tried to get away from the intrusion but because he had me pinned so fast to the bed there was no where for me to go. I used me my hands to try and push myself up, but that only made things worse because he immediately put his arms underneath mine and brought his hands together and clamped them behind my neck, essentially taking away any chance for me to move at all. He continued to push his cock into my ass and I continued to scream, but there was nothing I could do. I started to black out from the pain and everything else that was gong on, but it wasn't going to be that easy for me. My body was screaming for release from this unbelievable pain, but it just continued and continued with no stop. Finally with a hard grunt and a push I could feel his cock hit bottom into my ass with no more room to go. I was now crying hysterically but it didn't have any affect on the man using my body. He just kept his cock buried in my ass and continued to use his strength to keep me pinned flat to the bed. It must have been about a minute before he started to pull out again. It felt like his was sucking my guts right out with his cock and again I screamed in agony. He pulled all the way out and I felt my ass close again as his cock popped out of my ass. "Fucking hurt didn't it boy? Now I'm gonna give you a choice that I don't give many other of my bitches. You can either suck me off since this might be a little too much for you, or you can learn how to be my bitch and take this cock up the ass until I shoot my nut inside you. Now when I pull that sock out you tell me what you want. You got that?" He then reached in front of me with one of his hands and pulled the sock out of my mouth. The first thing I did was take some deep breaths as my body was shaking uncontrollably. Then I laid there panting and thinking as hard as I could. My ass was still screaming as the pain had not subsided a bit. After about 30 seconds he asked me again. "What's it gong to be boy? Blow job, or you be a real man and take this cock?" I don't know why, but all of a sudden I was thinking about all of the crazy, exciting things that I had done during my life. I had taken trips around the world, taken a flight in a balloon, skied in the Alps, you name it, I had done it. Yet none of those things compared to what I was dong right at this instant. None of them had me in such a position where I could really test what I was made of. I thought of all the tough men I was brought up around and all of the macho things they had done to show their manhood. But I guarantee you that none of them had been put through what I had just done. None of them had just given in completely to another man who had used their ass without regard to the pain that it would cause. I had gotten this far by taking chances and now I was being asked whether I had had enough, or was I man enough to take it to the next step. I honestly didn't know if I could do it or not, but without anymore thought I turned my head around and looked him square in the face. "Please sir, please make me your bitch." I then laid my head face down into the mattress knowing that there was no turning back now. "That's my boy" was all he said and the next thing I knew he had his cock crammed up in my ass up to his pubes. I screamed again, but this time into the blanket. He pulled out quickly, but not all the way and once again buried his cock as deep as it would go into my ass. The pain was just as intense as before, but at least it wasn't a complete surprise and I was able to clench my fists into the blankets and keep yelling into the blanket. He no longer held his cock in me but continued to push it in until he bottomed out in my ass and them immediately pulled out again almost until the head of his cock popped out, then he would push in and do it all over again. With each thrust I felt as if my insides were being brutally tossed around and pushed to the side to make way for his punishing cock. I would scream into the blanket at each downward thrust until eventually, unable to catch my breath, I simply turned my head on its side and whimpered like a baby. After a couple of minutes of the pounding my ass was taking my body slowly started to give up its uncontrollable fight to get away and simply lay there and took the punishment. Except for the punishment-taking place in my ass, the rest of my body lay there motionless, unable to move due to complete exhaustion. At about the same time I began to notice that the pain at the entrance of my asshole was beginning to relax a bit into a throbbing soreness. It still hurt like hell, but at least it wasn't the stabbing, lightning like pain as when he first pierced my hole. As with the rest of my body, my ass evidently gave up the fight and decided just to give in to the black pole gaining entrance to my ass. Having obviously fucked a few virgins in his time he realized that I was now all his to use as he wished. My body was just a toy for him to play with. He knew he would get no resistance from me and I planned on not even trying. In my mind I had begun thinking about why I was letting this man do these things to me. It wasn't merely sexual anymore. I had masturbated many times before and this was nothing like that. My cock was not even hard and I was not interested in trying to cum. So why was I letting this man do this to me? He obviously had his cock hard and was fucking me good with it. It was sex to him, so why wasn't this really sexual for me? And then I realized why I was letting him do this to me. Most people can get anything in life if they try and work hard for it. They can make money, get power, get married, have kids, you name it, most people can do it. And although most people would not want to admit it, they usually do these things because it satisfies their own selfish needs in some way. What most people can not do however is give themselves completely to someone else. Give themselves up completely, willingly, and knowingly. I realized at that moment that I wanted to get used in anyway this man wanted to use me. If he wanted to tie me up and use me for days I would let him. If he wanted to drag me around the house naked by the hair I would let him. If he wanted to piss on my face and down my throat I would let him. I would let these things happen because it was what he wanted, not what I wanted. No one can make someone use them. No amount of money or power can truly buy what I was getting at this moment. Sure, someone could hire a hustler, or someone like that to do these things, but it would not be real. It would merely be an act. An act made up by the one wanting to be used. If I had told this guy that I wanted him to take me back to his place and do these things it would not be the same. In that situation I probably wouldn't even let the guy go through with it because I would know that it wasn't his needs being met, but only my own. No, what I was doing now was giving myself up completely to someone else's wants and needs. I had no say in the matter. There was no script, no scene to be played out. He controlled me and I was his to be controlled. It was that simple and I loved it. He continued to slam his body and his cock into mine with a fury. He was putting so much weight on my body that I was practically bouncing on the bed every time he thrust into me. Having now realized that my role was to get used I laid there grunting like a pig with drool seeping out of my mouth. He suddenly pulled out of my ass and just as quickly grabbed my hair. "Get the fuck up boy. Come over here in front of the mirror so you can see that ass of yours get fucked." He then dragged me off the bed by the hair and brought me to the door to the bedroom where there was one of those dressing mirrors nailed to the door. It ran almost the entire length of the door and as we got closer I could see how exhausted I looked. My face was red with the tears still drying on my cheeks. My hair was a mess due to his constant yanking. My cock was not hard at all and his was as big as I had yet seen it. It had apparently gotten even bigger after penetrating my ass. "Now get on your hands and knees again and face your ass to the door" he demanded, while pulling my head down. I quickly got on all fours and turned myself around so that I was facing away from the door. He remained behind me so that all I could now see was the rest of the room. "Get down on your elbows and look between your legs. I want you to see something." I did as I was told and was presented with a shot in the mirror of my own ass, now as red as a cherry. Martin was still standing and straddling my hips facing away from the door also. He reached down and with two fingers he quickly shoved them into my ass. After his cock I could barely feel his fingers, but I did notice the condition of my asshole. It looked swollen and a little purple. It was no longer this white, tight, little hole that showed no hint of an opening. It was now swollen and was taking his two huge fingers easily. "Now watch this baby." He then bent down at his knees, still remaining standing, and proceeded to point and then insert his massive cock into my ass. I was amazed at the size and color of his cock as it easily slid into my ass and went all the way to the base of his cock. It was still hurting, but not nearly as much as it had before, It was now more of a burning sensation that was at least now bearable. He proceeded to pump my ass a couple of times and then pulled out completely. When his cock came out I was amazed to see that my ass did not close completely. It was staying open by at least an inch and I could even see the redness of my insides. I instinctively flexed my muscles and the hole closed, but still not as complete as I would have suspected. As soon as it was closed he slammed it in again and started to pound my ass. This time though, instead of keeping his cock in my ass he pulled completely out each time before slamming the entire length of his cock back in. This nearly took my breath away as the pressure it applied to my insides was almost unbearable. It was easier when he kept it in my hole, but now he was pulled it out and putting it in almost effortlessly. My hole, no longer even close to being closed, remained open for each new penetration. I could even see it quiver in anticipation of each thrust as he would sometimes press a little first before slamming the cock to the hilt. Somehow, without any conscious control on my part, my asshole was learning how to take his cock. It was almost hypnotizing watching the huge black piece of meat disappear into my ass over and over again. Each time his cock would hit bottom I would grunt uncontrollably. This went on for a couple of minutes before Martin, appearing bored, pulled me up once again by the hair and told me to go lie down on the bed and wait there. I wearily walked to the bed and collapsed onto my back while Martin opened the door and left. As I laid there I reached down between my legs with my right hand and felt my asshole. It was sore, but not too bad and I was able to put in first my middle finger and then two fingers and feel around inside me. I pulled back my hand and was relieved that there was nothing on my fingers but the slimy lube of the KY. I had thought for sure that I must be bleeding, but I wasn't. I also smelled my fingers and did not smell anything other than sweat and lube. I realized that it was a good idea that I hadn't had anything to eat for several hours and I luckily was clean down there. The door suddenly opened, but instead of Martin standing there, it was his fat roommate Jake. He was still wearing just the boxer shorts and had a beer in his hand. "Martin said I could have a ride with you. He had to go out for a little bit and will be back later." He then simply pulled off his boxers and starting walking towards the bed. Even though he had a huge belly on him, it did not conceal the monster cock that hung below it. It was at least as long as Martin's cock, but grotesquely thick. Later I would realize that it was about as thick as a beer can because ever time I see a beer can to this day I think of that cock. I started to sit up but fat Jake pushed me back with his hand on my chest and quickly laid down on top of me. His weight pushed me back into the mattress and once again I was needing to readjust to a big black man on top of me. But instead of seeing only sheets, I was looking directly into the face of an unshaved and ugly man more than twice my age. "Martin said you been real good. You did as you told. He said he got that ass ready for my dick" He then grabbed my head between his hands, one on each side, and leaned forward and pressed his mouth over mine. Before I could respond I felt his tongue shoot out and slide deeply into my own and started to explore the insides of my mouth. I was not prepared for the intrusion and tried to turn my head away, but he had a firm grasp of my head and held it in place and he continued to probe my mouth with his tongue. I could smell and taste the mixture of beer and cigarettes. It was disgusting. I was starting to get nauseous and I continued to try and pull away from his mouth. He must have finally had enough because he pulled his head away and before I knew what was happening I once again had a palm come crashing across the side of my face. "Now, you stop fighting me right now, you got that boy?" he asked angrily. His slap had not hurt as much as when his roommate had slapped me, but it did get my attention and I realized that I couldn't get out of doing what he wanted. "You going to be a good boy?" "Yes" I replied. "OK, we be getting along good now, won't we? "Yes sir" I replied. With that he once again came down and pressed his lips to my own. After he slapped me, my attitude changed very quickly. Once again I realized that I was dealing with someone who was in control and I was the one who wasn't. I opened my mouth to meet his and his tongue quickly slipped in. Even though he still smelled of stale beer and cigarettes I started to move my tongue against his and reciprocate. That was all he needed and he shifted into high gear with his tongue and mouth now completely invading my face and mouth. He no longer kept his tongue to the insides of my mouth, but also ran it over my lips, chin, and nose. My lower face was quickly slick with his saliva. Just as when I was being fucked I slowly started to relax and take the now oral assault. Instead of pulling away, I opened my mouth as large as possible so he could put as much of his tongue in my mouth as he wanted. I also started to push my tongue into his mouth where it mixed with his own tongue and slithered around the insides of his mouth tasting his nasty insides. Because he had been drinking he didn't hold anything back with his mouth pressed against mine. I could feel his saliva start to fill my mouth quickly and then drop out of the corners of my mouth as it couldn't take anymore. I had never kissed anyone like this before. All of my kissing prior to this were practically dry, even when the tongues were involved, and now here I was with this guys spit all over my face and I was loving it. He would briefly pull away to take a look at my face and each time there would be ropes of saliva hanging off his lips. He would then come down again and my mouth would once again open up for his pleasure. I also noticed when he pulled away from me that from our position on the bed I could look out of the corner of my eye and see the mirror on the door. I was able to see this huge black man on top of me. Seeing myself in this position only heightened my desire to give into this man even more. I reached up with both of my arms and grabbed as much of the man's upper body as I could until my hands were rubbing up and down his upper back. He was already sweating and my hands slid easily over his skin. I also started to taste some of the spit that he was dripping into my mouth. It tasted nasty but because of this I loved it even more. I began to aggressively lick and swallow as much of his saliva as I could. I was running my tongue over his face and mouth, quickly grabbing any ropes of spit in the process. He would stick his tongue out and I would suck on it like a lollypop. He was obviously aware that I was no longer going to fight him so he took his hands off from the sides of my head and started to slide them down my sides until he was resting on his elbows. This took some of the weight off my chest and I was able to reach up with my hands and start to rub them over the front of his chest and down his stomach. He was now sweating profusely and drops of it started to fall and land on my body. He again lifted more weight off my body with his arms. "Open up those legs and let me get between them boy," he demanded. My legs up to this point had been closed and pressed together with his legs pressing on top of them. I was now able to move them and started to pull them apart so that the his waist would now fit in between them. As they got free he reached down first with one arm and grabbed my leg and brought it up to his shoulder. He then grabbed the other leg and also brought it up to his other shoulder until my knees were pressing against the sides of my body against the mattress. Because I had toyed around with being a gymnast for several years when I was younger I was quite limber and I was able to stretch my legs back to this position without much difficulty. I also became aware that my ass was now literally pointed upward toward the ceiling and in a position that gave him total access to my hole. He pushed off the bed a bit until his hands were now pressing at the back of my knees and pinning me to the bed. Although he didn't ask me to I wrapped my own arms around my knees and held them back so that he could release my legs. He quickly sat up to view the now very willing boy who was getting ready to give up his ass once again to a massive black cock. "Oh yeah boy, you lean real quick. You know what this daddy wants, don't you?" he asked. "You want to fuck me like your roommate did, don't you?" I responded. "Yep. I want to pop that hole real bad baby. You gonna give it up to me boy?" "Yes sir", I replied. At the same time I looked once again towards the mirror and saw myself. I realized what was going to happen in the next couple of moments and I pulled on my knees even harder so that my ass shot even higher in the air. I wanted to give up my ass to this black fucker in any way he wanted to take it. I knew it was going to hurt, but that didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was that I was only here for his pleasure and it was my job to give him whatever he wanted. I continued to look at myself for a few seconds longer before looking at my user directly in the eye. "Just fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard and use that hole all you want. Please, just fuck me baby." I begged. That was enough for him and he quickly closed the distance between himself and my eager hole. He reached over and found the lube and squeezed some of it on his cock and stroked it over its thick sides. Using the same hand he applied some more of the lube to my ass as it was starting to dry up and get a little sticky. He prodded my hole with middle finger for a few seconds before pushing it in. He started to finger fuck me at a quick rhythm. If I had not already been fucked the thickness of his finger sure would have hurt. However my ass was already used to being popped and it opened accordingly allowing him to insert another finger next to the first and stretch my ass even further. "Yeah, your ass is already nice and warmed up," he stated as he started to insert a third finger up my ass. The third finger started to hurt a bit, but my ass having learned it's lesson did not put up much of a fight and it was only a few moments before he was easily sliding all three fingers in and out of my used hole. "Okay baby, here we go." Because I had pulled my knees practically behind my head my ass was already high enough for him so that he only had to grab his cock and point the head until it pressed against my now quivering hole. "You be one hot bitch baby, so I'm gonna fuck you good." He started to move his hips forward and his cock started to press against my hole. Because of its thickness my ass did not open up immediately as I had expected it to. He continued to apply pressure until finally it felt as if instead of my ass opening to his huge cock, it would instead just push me farther back on the bed. Having obviously fucked a few tight asses in his time he knew what to do and instead of merely moving his hips forward he now leaned forward until his body was above my own and instead of pushing back on my hole it now pushed my ass down into the mattress with no where to go. It was only a few seconds of pushing before my ass once again started to be torn apart by a huge black monster cock wanting to gain entrance. Almost as if in slow motion I felt the edges of my asshole (until today I never even was aware that the rim of my ass was so sensitive) open up and the head of his huge cock start to crawl up my ass. Unlike his roommate, his cock did not pop up my ass, but instead slowly stretched my hole inch by inch as the head of his cock went deeper and deeper into my ass. I started to involuntarily moan at the pain that was once again starting to work its way into my brain. It felt as if someone was shoving a baseball bat up my ass and it wasn't stopping. I was now moaning louder and louder. Finally I felt the rim on the head of his cock pass through my hole and my ass muscles immediately clamped around it. A grunt escaped my mouth. "There you go baby. You got it now," he said as he put more of his body on top of mine and was once again pinning me with his weight. "Just open that ass baby. Come one now, you can do it." He then started to let his body relax on top of mine, which also caused his cock to start to push deeper into my ass. Having already been stretched to its limits, my ass now was once again having to rearrange its insides in order to accommodate the massive thick cock sliding into my guts. My moaning now become almost guttural as I began to feel like I was just some animal and not even human anymore. I was just a piece of meat to be used by this man. Instead of fighting the intrusion into my ass I pulled even harder on the back of my knees, trying to drive my ass further onto his pole. I wanted to get his cock as deep in me as possible, no matter how much it hurt. That was my job now and I wanted to do it right. I pushed back with my ass also and two more inches shoved into me. I had now lost all control over my mind and body and began to moan uncontrollably. He was now near enough for me to once again taste his mouth and I reached up with my head and neck and slobbery shoved my mouth and tongue into his own. He seemed to like this as he immediately drove his tongue into my mouth and began to fuck my mouth with his own. With a little shifting of his legs and his weight I finally felt the base of his cock and balls hitting against my ass. With this feeling came a sense of accomplishment as I knew that I was now able to take any cock up my ass. I ground my ass against his cock and tried to get it in as deep as it could go, but there was no more. Having now rested his body against mine my legs were once again resting on his shoulders and I was able to release my legs as I knew they would now stay pinned behind me. With my right hand I reached down the side of my body, then my ass cheeks, and then my fingers brushed against his balls. I grabbed them for a moment, becoming aware for the first time that they were much larger than my own, and then quickly reached farther up to the base of his cock until my fingers were wrapped around his cock. They couldn't reach all the way around as his cock was too thick, but that didn't matter. What I wanted to feel was the actual piece of black meat that was now buried at least 10" up my ass. He started to pull his cock out a bit which sent shivers throughout my body. It also allowed me to grab his cock with all fingers and feel in amazement at the thickness of the pole that was now resting tightly up my hole. I couldn't believe I was taking such a huge cock. It seemed impossible that my virgin hole was now opening up to a cock that was as thick as a beer can. I stroked the cock as he continued to withdraw it from my ass until he had pulled it almost entirely out except for the head. He then without hesitation started to press its monster thickness back into my hole as I moaned and kissed him even deeper. I kept my grip on his cock and he quickly was once again buried to the base. I let go of his cock and reached up and wrapped my hands around his neck. My ass was now his for the taking and my only job now was to hang on for the ride. He quickly pulled out again and then plunged forward with his weight. This was repeated over and over until my body just became a blur of pain, pressure, sweat, and pounding cock. I have since called this frame of mind "The Zone." It is when my body, mind, and soul have been completely given up to someone to use as they wish. It is when pain, pleasure, and all emotions are set aside completely until the only part of me remaining is barely even human anymore. I am merely a piece of flesh to be used in any way the person wants. It is my job and my desire to give the fucker using me every pleasure they desire no matter how nasty it may be to someone else. No one else's opinion matters at this point. My body and my ass were now his for the taking and I knew then that I would seek to be in this "Zone" at every chance I got. He was now pistoning my ass at a surprising rate considering how out of shape he appeared to be. He no longer was kissing me but was holding his face mere inches from my own and staring directly into my eyes. There was a lust in his face that I had never seen before. It was almost a mean expression as he must have known the pain he was inflicting on my ass. There were no look of tenderness or love. He knew his cock was big and he knew it was splitting me apart. And he loved it. He would slow down his pace at times and tease me with his cock until suddenly and without warming he would slam it as fast as he could deep into my bowels. Each time he did this my head would shoot backwards and a loud moan would escape my lips as the pain would be enormous. "You want me to cum up your ass baby?" he asked at one point. "If you want to," I replied. "You can come anywhere you want." Looking at me for a second he reconsidered and asked, "Maybe you want me to cum in that white mouth of yours. You want to eat this load baby?" I had never had someone cum in my mouth before and the thought of it turned me off, but I knew I would let him if he wanted to. "Yeah, I want to taste your cum. Cum in my mouth if you want." "Okay then, in your mouth it is," he replied as he began to pick up his pace and fuck me even harder. I was now being slammed into the mattress several inches every time he pushed down into my ass with all his weight. It was hard to breath sometimes but I took in air when I could as I got used to the rhythm of his pounding. He now had his eyes closed and appeared to be concentrating and clenching his teeth as he fucked me harder and harder than before. I knew that it was only a matter of seconds before he came and I did all I could to fuck back with my ass to make sure he was getting the best fuck possible. "Ah fuck!" he yelled and before I knew what was happening he had ripped his cock out of my ass causing me to almost scream. He clamped his right hand around his cock and squeezed it hard and quickly climbed up the bed until he was straddling my chest with his huge legs. He still had his cock squeezed in his hand and I could tell he was doing all he could to hold back the coming eruption. "Fucking eat it boy!" he yelled and let loose of his cock that was now pointed directly at my face about six inches away. I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue to accept whatever was coming. Once again, as if in slow motion, I saw his balls pull up tight against the underside of his cock and the next thing I saw was a stream of thick white goo shoot out the tip of his cock. It didn't land in my mouth at all but instead landed on my right cheek where it immediately started to drip down my face. The second shot was more accurate and I felt it hit my tongue and then enter my mouth. I instinctively closed my mouth at which time he let loose with a third huge stream of cum which hit my nose and lips. I opened my mouth again and when I did he thrust forward with his cock and pressed the head against my open mouth and let forth with 3 to 4 more shots of cum directly into my mouth. I hadn't yet done anything with the cum already in my mouth and the next thing I knew I had a mouth full of cum. I did not swallow any of it because the thought of cum going down my throat was really gross. The man with the cock in my mouth was now breathing quite heavily and milking any remaining goo into my open mouth with his hand. He finally pulled his cock away from my mouth and started to slap my cum covered face with it. I had since closed my mouth again and was getting ready to spit out the cum. He must have sensed that I had not swallowed any of his load as he asked, "Open your mouth boy." I opened my mouth and although I couldn't see what he was looking at, I have no doubt that he could see the load of his white goo still floating on the insides of my mouth. "Now don't you go and spit any of that out, you hear me?" He then took one of his fingers and began to scoop the considerable load of cum that had landed on my face and drag it to the edge of my lips and then into my open mouth. I had thought my mouth was already full, but he kept dragging more and more of the cum and depositing it into my mouth until I was sure that no more would fit. After he had gotten most of the cum into my mouth he demanded, "Now close your mouth." He then pressed the palm of his hand over my mouth. "Now swallow it you little slut." Up until this point I had fantasized what cum would taste like. I had even experimented with my own cum when I had jacked off, but even then it was only dipping a finger into a glob that landed on my stomach and just tasting it. Also, my cum was nothing like what this guy had shot out of his cock. Maybe it was because I beat off at least once a day but I never had a load that even came close to the amount of cum that came out of his cock. His was also much thicker, with a consistency of slimy yogurt. It was also starting to make the insides of my mouth tingle, as if the cum had some acidity to it. I could imagine that if left alone it would actually start to burn in my mouth. But I didn't have to worry about it being in my mouth for long because here he was with his hand over my mouth and demanding me to swallow his nasty cum. It was the thought of how nasty it was that changed my attitude about swallowing the load. It was because it was so nasty that I started to want to get a load inside me. If he wanted me to eat his load, I would do and I would swallow every drop. I opened my throat and let the first load enter. It felt warm and had a somewhat bitter taste. As it went down my throat the thought of how nasty this was kept entering my mind and actually began to get me more excited and wanting more of this white shit down my throat. I gulped down another load, and then another and then began running my tongue around the inside of my mouth to make sure that I was getting all of his nasty cum. I kept swallowing and swallowing until I was swallowing mostly my own spit, but I could still taste the distinct flavor of his load in my mouth, which by this time had a sticky feel to its insides. Upon seeing me swallow he let his hand off my mouth at which point I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over my lips to get any remaining cum. He had done a good job scooping it with his finger, but there were still some tiny bits here and there that I pulled into my mouth and swallowed. I looked at his cock again for the first time since he had cum and there was a long stringy gob of cum still hanging off the end. Before I even knew what I was doing I had reached up with my head and licked the gob right off his cock and swallowed it. He seemed to like this as he brought his cock closer to me and allowed me to lick the sides and the head and get his cock clean of any remaining cum. When I had finished licking his cock I relaxed my head onto the bed and waited for this big fat black man to get off my chest. Because my legs were also still pinned behind me, I was starting to get a cramp from being in this position for such a long time. I was thinking about needing to straighten out my body when all of a sudden there was a stab of pain that came shooting into my ass. I screamed, "Ah fuck! What are you doing?" "Welcome back to the party," Jake replied looking behind him. He then began to crawl off me and when he did I was presented with the view of Martin who now had returned and was leaning over the bed with the head of his cock now buried in my ass. "Hey little buddy, did you forget about me?" asked Martin. He was already completely naked and must have slipped into the room when I was cleaning his roommate's cock with my mouth and tongue. "Did Jake here get in that little ass of your boy? I think he did because your ass is one loose mother fucker now." "Oh yeah, he took it good and hard. He didn't even fight me. You must have trained him good, " replied Jake. "He even swallow my nut when I finish. He be a good little white boy slut. You could sell this piece of ass real easy." Jake then pulled on his boxers and started to leave the room. "You could get some good money for him you know. " He then left the room and closed the door. With the door closed Martin grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed, where he was still standing. He had allowed my legs to come back from my chest, which was a big relief. He now had my legs resting on his upper body as he stood at the side of the bed. He never pulled out of my ass the entire time he was moving me and I hardly noticed his cock in my ass until he had pulled me to the very edge at which point he quickly slammed it to the hilt. "Ugh!" I moaned, as I once again felt a huge cock plow into my now very sore asshole. "I ain't finished with you boy. You ain't going nowhere just yet." He then began to fuck my ass as hard as he had fucked me before, pulling out and then slamming deep into my ass with each thrust. All I could do was grip the edge of the mattress and hang on. I could not help but moan and whimper again as my ass was again feeling like it was on fire and with each thrust it felt like my insides were being torn apart. Looking up at my user I could see that he once again had the mean snarl on his face as he enjoyed the thought of the damage he was doing to my ass. "You all mine aren't you boy?" he asked. "You do as I tell you, won't you? Looking up at him I could tell that he was serious. "Yes. I'll do whatever you want, " I replied as he continued to slam his cock into my ass. "I got myself a little business and I think you would fit in real good. Most of my bitches are women, but I got me one other boy like yourself that I pimp out. I could sure use another one like yourself. A little white boy like you could make me some good money." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This guy wanted me to sell my body for him. Earlier in the day I had just wanted to get out of the house because I was bored and now here I was only a couple hours later on my back with my legs in the air with a 9" black cock up my ass and the guy asking me if I wanted to become a prostitute. I didn't know what to think. He had not stopped slamming into my ass and I was once again getting used to the pain and pressure of his cock. "I don't know," was all I could say. "Well maybe you think about it a little longer. Maybe later you think about what it be like with this here dick in your boy pussy and you start to think about how you want it again. When you laying there in bed tonight you think about what you did today and figure out if you like what I did." He continued to fuck me without a pause. "I think you like it because you stay here and take it. I gave you a choice earlier when you could have just sucked me off and got the fuck out of here. But you stay and do what you told. That make you special because you like to get used by this black man, don't you boy?" He now pulled his cock all the way out of my ass. "I ask you a question boy. You like this cock, don't you?" He then slammed his cock in all the way with one push. "Yes!" I screamed as he cock plowed into my ass. "Yes, yes, yes, I fucking love your cock in my ass!" I continued to yell. "I'll do whatever the fuck you want, just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please just fuck the shit out of me!" And I meant every word I said. I wasn't the same person that walked into that bathroom an hour ago. I was a dirty little white slut who was craving to be fucked by big black cock. I didn't care what they looked like, how old they were, how rich or how poor. I didn't care about any of that. All I cared about was letting them use my body in any way they wanted. I wanted to get cock down my throat and up my ass. I wanted to suck cum all day and night and get loads of white cum pumped up my ass. I wanted to be used by these men at every chance I got. Marvin began to smile down at me. He knew that he had accomplished his task of turning me into his little whore. "I thought you might say that. Now when I be done with you I'll give you a number and you be calling that number every day at 4:00 in the afternoon. If I gots me some work for you I'll let you know and then you get your ass over here. You got that?" "Yeah, I promise to call you." I replied. "Good, then we gots ourselves a deal. Now you just hold on and let your daddy pop a nut in that sweet ass of yours." He then began a rhythmic fuck and closed his eyes as his roommate had done. It was only about a minute before he began to breath heavier. "Oh fuck yeah. Me is gonna pop this nut in your ass boy. Here it comes boy!" He then pulled his cock out of my ass and furiously pumped it. "Oh yeah, oh yeah," he yelled. He then opened his eyes and looked straight down at my ass. "Here it is baby!" I felt his cum hit my asshole and then the cheeks of my ass. From my viewpoint I couldn't really see very much because my legs were blocking the view, but I definitely felt the hot liquid land on my already tender ass. Knowing that I was probably a gaping hole I had no doubt that some of his cum was still shooting in my ass even though he had already pulled out. That newly found part of me wanted every drop and I pushed outward with the muscles of my ass as if I were taking a shit, knowing that it would open my ass even more to take more of his cum inside me. "Yeah baby, open that hole. You are one nasty fucker," he stated. His orgasm was now subsiding and I felt him start to slap my ass with his cock and then start to drag it over my ass. It then occurred to me that just like his roommate he was scooping his cum into my body, but instead of my mouth he was scooping it into my now open asshole. I tried to help by once again pulling my legs back a little so that my ass was more pointed toward the ceiling so that more of the cum would fall into my hole. After a few moments he pointed his still hard cock at the edge of my hole and began to push it in again. "If you want this cum baby, let me get it in nice and deep for you." For the last time that day I felt his cock slide into my ass, but this time it was coated with his own cum and I could actually hear a slurping sound as my ass sucked his cum coated cock into my body. He pumped me a couple of times with it, and with each thrust I could hear his cum gurgle in my ass. It was so fucking nasty but it turned me on so much. He finally pulled out and let my legs down. "Now get over here and clean me up. You do this every time when someone pop his nut in you, understand?" he asked. "Lick it nice and clean so I don't get none of my juice on my shorts. You do this for your tricks and maybe they leave you a good tip," he laughed. I rolled over on my side and climbed onto my hands and knees and crawled towards the edge of the bed where he was standing and still holding his slimy, cum coated cock. Without hesitation I grabbed it around the base and he let go. I opened my mouth wide and with one movement I pushed my entire mouth over his cock and all the way down my throat to the base. I was amazed that I did not choke and had remembered how to control my throat. I then pulled back and kept my lips tight around his shaft so that none of his cum would come out of my mouth. I stopped at his head and felt around for any cum that I was able to harvest from his cock. There wasn't nearly as much as his roommate, but there was still a couple of thick chunks I could feel with my tongue and there was that distinct taste once again at the back of my throat. I swallowed what I could find and then proceeded to deep throat him again several more times to make sure that I had swallowed every drop that I could find. Having had enough he pulled his cock out of my mouth, which tried to hang onto it for as long as it could. I didn't want it to leave my mouth, but he had obviously had enough. "Get your clothes on," he demanded and proceeded to pull on his pants. I started to get off the bed and for the first time I realized how sore my body was. Having been in several positions where my body was squashed, my muscles were tense and sore. I knew I would need to stretch after I had gotten out of there. I got up and found my shorts. Even though my jock strap was wet with sweat and cum where it met underneath my balls and my ass was still slick with cum, I pulled my shorts on over my ass. I knew that some of the liquids would soak all the way through and probably be noticed, but I didn't care. I found my shirt and sat back down on the bed to put it on. I immediately felt the hot flash of pain on my cheeks and the memory of the beating they took briefly entered my mind. My asshole also felt sore and I was hesitant to squeeze any of the muscles down there. Knowing that if I didn't close my ass that some of the cum would probably leak out, I squeezed my muscles anyway and felt them close my hole painfully. My hole had been stretched almost to the breaking point and now going back to it's regular form was not going to be as easy as expected. For several days I would feel the distinct soreness every time I used my ass muscles, whether going to the bathroom, or just laying in bed at night remembering what had happened on this day. Martin had left the room and I hesitantly walked out of the room into the hallway and then down to the living room. Jake was once again back on the couch watching the TV, which now had the volume turned up quite loud. Seeing that we were done he reached for the remove on the coffee table and turned it down. "How's that ass boy?" he laughed. "You get more than you bargain for little boy?" He then went back to watching the TV and ignored me as if I wasn't even there. Martin then entered the room. He had apparently been in the kitchen which was off to one side in an adjoining room. He reached out with his hand and held a piece of paper, which appeared to have been ripped off a phone book. "Here's that number. Now you get on home and don't forget you call here every day at 4:00. Actually, you don't need to call for about a week. That will give you some time to think about what we did here. In case you change your mind, you just throw the number away. You understand? I reached out and took the piece of paper and put it in my shorts. "I'll call, I promise," I lied, not sure whether I was going to call or not. I was still feeling awkward and just wanted to get out of there. The reality of what just happened had not set in just yet. It was like waking from some sort of dream. "You get on home now and make sure you keep this between you and me," he said as he came closer and grabbed the back of my neck firmly. "If I find out you tell anyone, then me and you are going to have some trouble and you don't want no trouble between me and you. Understand?" "Yes. I won't tell, I promise," I responded and I meant it. There was no way I was going to talk about this to anyone. I didn't even have another gay friend to share this with, so who would I tell? "You just make sure you don't," he replied and led me over to the door and opened it. He released my neck. "Now you go about two blocks east of here and you can get a taxi. You got money on you, right?" "Yeah, I got about $40. It should only be about $10 to get home, " I replied sheepishly. "Give me $20. From now on, you needs to give me the money. We can start out and get a little practice in today, so hand it over," he demanded while holding out his hand. I pulled out my two twenties and handed him one of them. "Good, you learn quick. Now get on outta here and you call me next week." I walked out the door into the stairwell and before I could even turn around I heard the door close behind me. I stood there for a moment and thought about what had just happened. For the past hour I had been practically raped and in the end I had given him half my money. What the fuck was I doing? I started to climb the stairs and again the soreness of my legs and ass became apparent. I gingerly proceeded to the top and started to head east as he had told me and soon was at a busy intersection and hailed a taxi. On the ride home I continued to think about what had happened. It was by far the most pivotal moment of my life. I could either go home and try to forget that for a moment that I had become someone else. Someone that I would not even recognize. Someone who would give his body up to a complete stranger and let that stranger do anything with him. Someone who would suck cock, get fucked, and let someone cum in their mouth and ass. I remembered that feeling of giving in completely and I knew that feeling was real. The Zone was real and I knew that my craving to be there again would surface it's nasty little head again. I could forget this all happened. Shit, I could even call the cops and claim they raped me. But I knew I wouldn't do that. The taxi arrived at my house and thankfully my parents were no where to be found. I went up to my room and into my private bathroom and looked in the mirror. I didn't even recognize the person I was looking at. I'm surprised I was even able to get a taxi. My face was still red where I had been slapped. My hair was no longer combed perfectly, but was a mess with part of it sticking straight up. I even noticed that part of it was sticky, and quickly realized that one of Jake's shots at my face must has missed completely and landed in my hair. I slowly took off my clothes and turned to look at my backside in the mirror. My ass cheeks were still quite red, and I knew that there would be welts that would remain for several days. Thank god I could hide those from my parents. I could make up some excuse about my face to my parents and say that I had gotten into a little friendly fight with a friend. My jockstrap was dirty, but I doubted my mother would notice as it got quite dirty from sweat when I played football. All in all, no one had to know what happened today except Martin, Jake, and myself and I planned on keeping it that way. I hopped in the shower and gently started to rinse off my body paying particular attention to my asshole. When I started to rub my anus with my fingers I got a sudden urge to go to the bathroom and I rushed out of the shower and quickly sat down on the stool. Thinking I had to just take an a dump I waited and was surprised that I didn't have to take a shit, but instead had a small case of diarrhea and gas. I could feel the liquid come out of my ass followed for several farts that due to the punishment of my ass hardly made a sound. When I reached back to wipe my ass I was surprised to find that there was no shit on the toilette paper. I then stood up and looked in the toilette and saw clumps of white cum floating in the water. So that is what happens what you let someone cum up your ass I thought. I reached a finger down to my hole and felt around a bit. It was still somewhat slimy and quickly covered the tip of my finger. I brought the finger to my nose and quickly recognized the smell as Martin's cum. With it came the memory of what he did with his cum when he came. Without giving it any thought I brought the finger to my mouth and sucked it clean. It was cum all right. I finished my shower and got dressed and got in bed to watch TV. I didn't turn it on though and began once again to run the replay of what happed that afternoon over in my mind. Suddenly a thought occurred to me and I rushed out of bed and into the bathroom and reached into the clothes hamper to retrieve my shorts. I stuck my hand in the pockets and found what I was looking for. The piece of paper with Martin's number on it. I went back to my bedroom and put the piece of paper on the desk next to my bed and got back into bed. I continued to look at the piece of paper on my desk and think. I had a decision to make over the next week and I didn't know what the answer was going to be. I kept thinking about what I was going to do and began to drift off to sleep. I was soon sleeping and dreaming of becoming Martin's boy. Would the dream come true? We'll see....... If you liked this story please let me know and maybe there will be more adventures with Adam. Send me e-mail at luvblkmen@hotmail.com. See ya.

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Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2024 15:21:45 +0000 From: rogerkent7@outlook.com Subject: Seven days a slave part 1 I love to read any comments you send to my address rogerkent7@outlook.com and I will try to reply. ( I have several other stories under the email address of rogerkent7@hotmail.com but I no longer have access to that email address so if you want to contact me use the outlook one above ) . If you put rogerkent7 into niftys search you can find my other stories but remember to reply to the OUTLOOK email address Remember if you can donate a contribution to this site to keep it going as I guess, like me, you enjoy reading the horny stories. It doesn't matter how small it is . Every bit helps . 7 days a slave ( part1 ) Monday How on earth did I get myself into this mess? Of course I know the answer but I can't believe I have been so bloody stupid ! It started exactly 7 days ago. I was invited to Dave's house who was one of my friends for a friendly game of cards with a couple of his work acquaintances. I am not a regular card player but I thought it might be fun and a change from staying home alone. I decided to walk the few streets to his house as I knew we would be drinking and I didn't want to drink and drive. When I arrived Dave let me in and I saw two other guys in his lounge seated around a card table. One, I instantly recognised as Dave's boss who I had briefly met two weeks ago when I called in to see Dave at his office. His name was Tony and he was a burly barrel chested sort of guy. He is about 6 foot tall whom I had found sort of intimidating when I first met him. The other guy introduced himself as Eric who was a work colleague of Dave. He was very quiet and looked rather frail. As for me well I would describe myself as average at 5' 9" . I like to keep fit and people say I am good looking. As Dave got me a drink he said quietly and almost whispering to me that I should be careful that I don't bet too highly. It was a bit strange as it sounded like a warning . As I don't have a lot of money anyway I sort of laughed a bit and said that there was no chance of that. Each month was a challenge and I don't even earn enough to get a credit card. As the evening went on the stakes increased and I got excited at the end of the evening when I had what I thought was a winning hand. I had a full house with 2 jacks and 3 kings ! so I staked all I had and then Tony , raised the stake to £7,000 ! I knew I didn't have that sort of money but was confident I would win so I then asked if they would take a credit note from me . Dave said that it was highly irregular and looked concerned for me and even tried to talk me out of it . Tony intervened and said he had no objection and gave Dave an icy glare saying that Dave shouldn't interfere . Dave then said it was a decision only Tony could make. Tony agreed and I called him and to my horror his hand was better than mine! He had a straight flush ! I broke out into a sweat as I knew I didn't have that sort of money to pay him. Instantly I regretted it and Dave's earlier warning words echoed in my head. The evening closed at that point. Eric went home and Tony said I need to arrange with him about how I would repay what I owed him. As everyone departed Tony and I exchanged phone numbers and I said I would call him. However Tony insisted he would drop me home. We said our `good nights' to Dave . As we went outside I felt the alcohol hit me and I felt a bit light headed. As he drove me home in his Mercedes car he asked about the money and I admitted I didn't have it but would try to borrow it to pay him back. He didn't reply . We arrived at my place and he insisted we go indoors to discuss it. As I said he is a rather intimidating man and I felt obligated so I agreed. I could tell my words were slurring a bit and just wanted to crash out. He sat himself in one of my armchairs in the lounge and said that he was disappointed I couldn't transfer the money now or even write him a cheque . I confessed that I only bet the £7000 because I was so confident I would win. He asked for a drink so he could think about the situation so I went to the fridge and got us both a beer. When I returned he looked directly at me and there was a menacing look about him and he asked " well when will I get my money ? ". I explained I couldn't give him a definite date. He then said " I tell you what, I want my money within 7 days. I now know your phone number and where you live . I either get my money or I will make your life very miserable indeed ." He paused and looked at me with deadly seriousness . I knew I wouldn't get that money in that time and he saw the defeat in my eyes. He said it wasn't good enough but he had a solution. I hoped he would let me pay him back over a longer period but that was certainly not what he proposed. He continued " there is another option" . He paused again as he was waited for my reply . " yes Tony what is it ?" I eagerly replied. A smirk went across his face as he said " you can agree to be my slave for 7 days and you don't pay me a penny ! how does that sound ? " . At first I was stunned and said " what ! What do you mean ?" . " like I say 7 grand OR be my slave for 7 days !" He replied . He stared at me intently waiting for my reply. "Are you serious ?" I asked "Most definitely "he replied " what will I have to do ? You do know I have a job in the week don't you ? " I replied. " I know you work during the day but the evenings and the weekend you will be mine. I won't ask you to do anything criminal but certainly there will be servitude and some sexual content! " I was stunned again . "I am not gay you know ! " I said . "So what ! It will be our secret . Still! if you don't agree , no problem just pay me in 7 days " . My mind was racing . Is he gay ? I would never have guessed . I briefly tried to think what he meant by ` sexual content ` . I knew I couldn't pay him so reluctantly ( and probably with the help of the drink ) I said that I agreed to be his slave for 7 days . " good ! So let's get it clear . You will be my slave every evening doing whatever I tell you and all the weekend . If you renege at any time you will owe me the £7000 agreed ? " I nervously nodded agreement . "Well slave let me hear you say it then ! " he insisted " yes I agree ! " I replied He corrected me " it's yes I agree MASTER ! ". " yes I agree Master " I dutifully replied feeling very stupid. Tony's face turned into a leering smirk . " I tell you what , tonight could be one of the 7 ! So already you will have crossed off one of the days . How about that ! I am being so generous aren't I ? " By now I was bleary eyed , stunned and nodded . I thought at least it would be one day crossed off. " good so get that butt over here now , crawl over here now on your knees" he ordered I dropped onto the carpet and crawled over to him. I felt completely stupid . He then spread his legs and unzipped his trousers and pulled out a semi hard cock. " now suck this you fucking slag " . I was shocked as I had never done that before ! I couldn't believe this was happening . He grabbed my hair and pulled me forward onto his cock . I felt it growing in my mouth and he thrusted up into my throat. " that's it SLAVE , suck your masters big cock! ". He was chuckling to himself as he rammed his cock down my throat. I was struggling to keep my eyes open but felt a deep shame at how I had got into this position. I considered myself a straight man and I had had only one short gay relationship but only that once. It was a long time ago with a friend at school and we had only wanked each other. I had though often fantasised about sex with men but had never done anything about it. To my friends and especially Dave I was known as a straight guy. I hoped Tony wouldn't tell him what I had agreed to do and what I was already doing now ! " oh yes bitch take my big cock and lick my sweaty balls too " My head was pushed down to his balls and I tasted his sweaty balls . He then slapped his now hard cock over my face and to my horror he leaned forward and spat in my face . " that's what slutty slaves deserve " he mocked . I gazed at his cock which was very thick , well it was thicker than mine. My mouth was invaded again by his big cock and suddenly with an enormous grunt he shot his cum down my throat. He then held my head firmly onto his cock and commanded me to swallow it " swallow it like a good slag " . I grimaced as I swallowed his cum . After that he shoved my head away and stood up and did up his trousers. " right I am off , I will be around tomorrow night about 8pm . Make sure you are showered and ready for my use SLAVE " . With that he left slamming the door behind him . I managed to rinse my mouth out and crashed out in bed . A mixture of drunkenness and deep shame . ( to be continued) I love to read any comments you send to my address rogerkent7@outlook.com and I will try to reply.

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Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2002 16:21:25 +0000 From: J.T. Bottom Subject: The Zone Part II First, thank you to everyone who sent me e-mails and letting me know that they enjoyed the story. I would especially like to thank those people outside of the United States for sending me a message. I did not plan to continue this story. I never would have written the first one, but the cable went out and I didn't have anything better to do. But after receiving the many e-mails I decided I would write more if the inspiration came to me. Many people wanted to know if the story was real. Well the answer is Yes and No. I am "Adam", but I am now in my 30s and no longer live in Chicago. I was and still am attracted to black men. Being young, blond, and fairly good looking in Chicago (well I was...) I had my ample share sexual experiences with these beautiful and dark men. I did meet one man in a bathroom on LakeShore drive and went back to his place and got a good fucking. I also met one man and after being fucked by him, his roommate then took me into his bedroom and had his way with me as well. There was not one sexual experience in the first story that was not real. I merely merged several different experiences into one. I promise to keep the sex real, but if allowed I will modify the story line a little to hopefully make it more interesting. WARNING - This second installment does not contain much sex. It is just the set up for the third installment, which I have not written. There will be a big payoff (I promise) in the next installment but I just couldn't jump to the next encounter between Adam and his new "friends" without further getting to know Adam a little better. Fucking is great, but throw in a little drama and it can be awesome. I hope you enjoy it. It was a Sunday afternoon and my mother and I were returning home after a shopping trip to the mall. It had been a good day for the most part. My mother did not get a chance to spend much time with me lately as I was often running about with my friends. She enjoyed getting caught up on what was happening in my life. I had also had a pretty good day as the car was now packed full of the new clothes that I would be taking with me when I headed for college in a few weeks. It was a good trade off. My mother got to hear about what movies I saw with my friends and I got clean underwear. "So, you never did tell me about that fight you got into last week. Who was it with?" my mother asked, keeping her eyes on the road. "Nobody you know," I answered, quickly trying to think of a way to change the conversation. My mother had noticed the red marks of my face the weekend before. I had lied and told her I had a fight with a friend. At the time she knew that I wasn't in the mood to talk about it, but evidently she had not forgotten and now wanted an explanation. "Well, I don't like it," she said. "I didn't bring you up to get into fights. It's not like you." "Mom, I really don't want to talk about it," I replied, not thinking of anything that might get her off the subject. After a pause, "I realize you're a young man now and I can't expect you to tell me everything, but I've been worried. You haven't been yourself this past week. You've been up in your room every night. You normally come down and spend some time with your dad and I, but you haven't all week." She wasn't going to let this one drop. "Mom, really, everything is fine. I just had a little problem last week but now everything is OK. Trust me, everything is fine." "It's a girl, isn't it?" I had been sipping a soda and almost coughed up my spleen. "No Mother, I can guarantee you it wasn't over a girl," I answered while wiping the spilled Pepsi from my chin with my shirt and looking out the window so my mother couldn't see my eyes literally roll into the back of my head. My mother continued to drive while I just kept my mouth shut. I knew she was still thinking about what might have happened to me last week that would cause me to hide away in my bedroom. There was no way though I was about to tell her anything close to the truth. How do you tell your mother that not only are you gay, but that also you enjoy getting fucked up the ass by big black men? Even if you send it with a gift, that story ain't going to play well with the folks. So I didn't say anything and eventually we were pulling onto the driveway and I sensed my ensuing escape. But it would not be a clean getaway. "Well, if you want to talk about it you let me know," my mother advised me. "I'm not a boy, but I remember how boys your age acted when I was a girl. I know your hormones and juices and all that stuff kind of get in the way of your brain and normal thinking. So you just watch yourself, you understand?" I was not having a conversation about "my juices and stuff" with my mother. No way, Jose. "Thanks Mom, I'll be fine. Trust me," I said and quickly got out of the car and headed up to my room. "Well you know where you can find me if you want to talk!" my mother yelled as I headed up the stairs and to my room. Yeah, I knew where she was and I wasn't going there. It had been a week and the piece of phone book with the phone number was still was on my desk. I had looked at it every time I entered my room. I couldn't help it. The memory of what had happened the weekend before was still seared into my head and the piece of paper brought that memory back like a tidal wave every time I saw it. I instinctively squeezed my ass cheeks thinking of the experience. I had been sore for the first couple of days, but not nearly as much as I would have expected. That first night before I went to bed I wanted to feel my ass again to see how much it still hurt. I found some Vaseline in the bathroom and put some on my middle finger. Laying on my stomach I reached between my cheeks and gently dabbed the jelly onto my ass and then slowly rubbed around my ass ring. It was sore all right, but it was neither stinging nor extremely painful. It was feeling more bruised than anything else. I kept rubbing around the circle and then slowly started to insert my finger until it was up to the first digit. With my finger now inside I was able to feel around the rim of my ass. Again it was sore, but not painful. I felt around a while, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be, and suddenly noticed that I had a raging boner. Closing my eyes I again replayed the image of being pinned to a bed and having two huge black cocks practically rip open my hole. During the actual experience my cock never even got remotely hard, but here I was now with my finger up my own ass and it had never been harder. How weird is that? When I was having the sex with those men my cock didn't even come into the picture, but afterwards there I was thinking about it and my cock was rock solid. I quickly rolled over and pulled my legs up to my chest pretending that once again I was preparing to take a huge black pole up my ass. I repositioned my finger at my hole and started to finger fuck myself slowly at first and then faster. At the same time I started to stroke my cock to the rhythm of my finger fucking. Although it hurt a little because it was still sore I closed my eyes and tried to mentally get back to where I was that afternoon. The term that I had given to the mindset that I had achieved that afternoon was "The Zone". I had used the same term before when I was working out. It was almost that same mental state I had when I was really hitting the weights hard or going that extra mile in a long run. It was the same, but it was different. When I was working out, getting in this "Zone" allowed me to do one more rep. When I was running it allowed me to run a little longer than I might have otherwise. When I was being fucked, getting in this "Zone" was something completely different. Even though it allowed me to do things I otherwise might not have been able to do, it was more spiritual than physical. When I worked out or ran it was just me. When I got fucked, there was someone else involved and they were pivotal in getting me in the state of mind where I thought I could do anything. I stroked my cock faster and plunged my hole deeper with my fingers trying to get into that state of mind again. Although I was physically enjoying the pleasure and sensation I was giving myself, it still wasn't nearly the same as the real fucking I had endured the weekend before. I felt my cock getting close to orgasm and I roughly squeezed another finger next to the first. It hurt a bit because I had not put on any additional Vaseline, but it was enough to put me over the top as my cock exploded and I shot the biggest load in my life. The first shot landed high on my chest and the remaining two or three shots landed squarely on my stomach and did not dribble down the sides of my cock as they normally did. I pulled out my fingers and went to the bathroom and got cleaned up and went to bed. It had been a week since the encounter with the two black men and I had not picked up the phone. I had spent a lot of time thinking about what had happened and why I had allowed it to happen. Alone in my room I played the scene over and over again in my head. Why did I do it? Why did I let this guy take me back to his place and do those things to me? More importantly, why did I enjoy it so much? They were questions that had no answer and it would be some time before I came to terms with who I was and what I was becoming. Several times I had picked up the phone and was in the middle of dialing the number, and then chickened out and hung up the phone. Was I fucking nuts? Was I really going to call this guy and let him pimp out my ass to strangers so he could make money? That was fucking ridiculous! Now that a week had passed the memory was starting to fade a bit into something like a dream. I knew it happened. There was no question about that, but I was starting to mark it off as just a strange experience - an adventure that would not be duplicated. "Really," I thought, "What in the hell was I thinking?" I finally got up the nerve and took the phone number and got rid of it. I not only got rid of it; I burned it on the stove so that there would be no way for me to change my mind later. I knew that my hormones might try and trick me so I was taking no chances. This number was getting trashed and I was moving on with my life. End of story. It was Sunday afternoon. It had been a week and a day. I was getting ready to head out of the house and go meet a friend to see a movie. I had cleared my head of all the thoughts about what had happened and I was going to go be a "normal" kid again. Yes sir, that is exactly what I was going to do...until I walked out the front door and saw Martin sitting in his car parked in front of my house. I stopped, frozen in my tracks. This was not happening. The man who had practically raped me was not sitting in front of my house in his car smoking a cigarette. I turned around and saw my mother in the kitchen window baking something. She wasn't looking out the window, thank goodness, but any moment she would turn around and see this guy parked in front of our house. I knew my mother and she would not waste any time before investigating. The houses in our neighborhood were big and spread apart and no one just came and parked in front of one of them without having a reason. She would come out and ask him what he was doing. Oh my God, I was in deep shit. I looked at the car, then my mother, then the car, then my mother, and back and forth several times before I started to get a hold of my senses. I casually walked up to his car - if you could call walking so stiffly that it looked like rigamortis was setting in - and bent down appearing to act as if one of my shoes were untied. Without looking up I played with my shoelaces and whispered, "What are you doing here? You have to leave now or I will get in trouble. Please, just leave." "Hey there little man. I've been waiting for the phone to ring, but it be silent so far. What's up with that?" He inhaled on his cigarette, leaned back in his seat, and casually blew a smoke ring across his steering wheel. He wasn't going anywhere. "I've been watching that fine women in there. That be your Mother little man? Yes indeed, she is mighty fine. I bet your papa is one happy man. Am I right? I say, am I right?" "Martin, please, you really gotta go," I replied, still kneeling down pretending to tie my shoe. "If my mother comes out here I will be in so much trouble. Please, please, I beg you, just go." Still staring ahead, Martin did not appear to hear a word I had said. "Why haven't you called me boy? I thought you and me had our selves a little deal. You do know what day it is don't you?" I didn't reply. "Well let me remind you, my little man. It be Sunday. More importantly, it be more than a week since we had our..." he hesitated a couple of seconds, "...our little ren-dez-vous." He punctuated every syllable as if pleased that he had thought of such a big word. My initial plan of begging and pleading for him just to get the hell out of here was going nowhere fast. "What do you want?" I asked urgently, looking back again to see that my mother was thankfully still pre-occupied with her baking. "We can talk about this somewhere else. Please just pull up around the corner and we can talk about it." I had had enough with this man and I was taking charge. I stood up and started to walk down the sidewalk hoping that he would just start the car and follow. He honked his horn. "I'm dead," I mumbled to myself, pressing my hands against my face. I looked back at the car, and then at my house. My mother was no longer in the window and was no doubt heading to the front door to find out what was going on. I walked to Martin's window and leaned my head in. "Martin, my mother is coming. If you ever want to see me again, for any reason, I suggest you leave." I knew I was cornered and just putting forth the facts was all I could do. "Well, Little Man, I'll make a deal with you," he said, flicking his spent cigarette out the window and onto the street. "You meet me at the park this afternoon at 5:00, near the bathroom where we first had our little encounter. If you don't show up I will be placing this here picture somewhere near where that pretty mama of yours can find it." He then reached into his glove compartment and pulled out a Polaroid. It was his roommate Jake on top of me, with my legs pinned to the bed, and his massive cock crammed completely up my ass. Oh my god, when the fuck did he take a picture without me knowing about it? I didn't have a chance to think about that question before I heard the front door open and my mother, now looking quite serious, started to walk across the yard to where Martin and I now stood. "5:00 Little Man," said Martin. He then started his car, put it in drive, and slowly just drove away leaving me standing in the road and looking at my mother, who was now standing on the sidewalk with her hands on her hips. "Who was that?" Think fast Little Man, "I don't know. He was asking how to get to Wrigley Field." "He was looking for Wrigley Field my ass. What are you up to young man?" First I was Little Man and now I was Young Man. "Really, he just asked how to get to Wrigley Field." I asserted, trying to act as if her assumption of me not telling the truth was absurd. "Do you think I'm stupid? Is that it?" she responded. "No," I replied, not sure where she was going with this. "I saw what he pulled out of the glove box young man," she continued. "I'm not like all your little friends' mothers. I pay attention to my kid's life and I know when something is up, and something is definitely up." Hopelessly caught, I decided to not even try to play the game anymore. I had lost and she had won. "Okay, he wasn't looking for Wrigley Field." Although I would not lie to her anymore, I wasn't about to just spill the entire can of beans either. "What was it pot? Cocaine? What was he trying to sell you?" she asked. "Huh?" "He was trying to sell you drugs, wasn't he?" she asked. Maybe I wasn't so busted after all. My mother, bless her heart, has always lived a very comfortable, yet isolated life. Like my father, she had grown up with money, attended private schools, and for the most part only associated with people just like herself. That being mostly rich and very, very white. She wasn't a snob exactly, but someone who hadn't experienced the "salad bowl" of colors and cultures that made up the world. I think she had a few Jewish lady friends, but knowing my mother that could be chalked up to plane old ignorance on her part, confusing the darker tint of their skin to either a good tanning bed, or regular visits to their vacation homes in the Virgin Islands. Unfortunately when one is so secluded and protected from the real world, they tend to make their assumptions about how the "other people" live from sources other than the real world. In my mother's case, that would be the television. Not being someone who had any interest in situation comedies, she would often gravitate to the myriad of cop and detective dramas that flood the airways. An unfortunate byproduct of such selective viewing is that one gets the assumption that every Black, Hispanic, and Puerto Rican man was either a drug user or a drug dealer. Just as the rest of the world watches American television and believes that the majority of Americans live in 10 bedroom homes, with a swimming pool, and a maid, and dance to Britney Spears music, my mother believed that except for Bill Cosby there was no such thing as a black man who didn't have a desire to get the world hooked on drugs. One time at a drive-thru restaurant my Mother was reaching out the window to pay the Latino teenager manning the cash register when the young man asked my Mother if she had a dime. "I don't think so young man," she responded harshly. "And you had better hope that by the time I get home I don't call the police." The cashier, looking surprised, handed her the change and we drove off. "What was that all about?" I asked. "Didn't you hear him? He asked me if I had..." she hesitated, trying to find the right word "...some Mary Jane." "What are you talking about?" I asked, amazed. "A dime bag, stupid! Weren't you listing?" "Mother," I replied, putting the palm of my hand to my forehead. "The food was five dollars and ten cents. You handed him a ten dollar bill. He asked if you had a dime so he could just give you a five dollar bill instead of a bunch of change." "You think so, Mr. Smarty Pants. Shows what you know. One of these days me and you are going to take a drive to South Chicago and I am going to show you exactly how these people live. Change my ass." Why a complete stranger would assume my mother had a "dime bag" did not occur to her. There was no arguing with her knowledge of how the world worked and I didn't try. I imagine her meeting Collin Powell one day and although honored to meet him I can picture her scanning his pockets with her eyes looking for the eight ball of coke surely hidden somewhere in his military jacket. She was still standing on the sidewalk, waiting for an explanation. "Okay, he wanted to know if I wanted to buy some..." I hesitated, trying to think what my mother would find truthful, "...weed." She continued to stare me down with her eyes, not blinking, trying to see if I would snap. It almost worked before she responded, "Well...that sonofabitch is damn lucky I didn't get his license plate number. I mean, really, does that guy think anyone around here would want to buy any of his 'weed'." "You scared him off, Mom. Good job." I tried to sound thankful that she had arrived just in time to save me from this stranger who surely wanted no less than to see me completely drugged out of my mind before the age of twenty. "If he comes around here again, just stay away from him and come get me. You got that?" She started walking back into the house, stopped, then turned around. "One more thing. If I see you do something so stupid as to go up to a complete stranger's car again I will shove the heel of my shoe so far up your ass that you'll need to hire a professional spelunker to climb in there and retrieve it." She turned around and walked back to the house and went inside, closing the door behind her. End of Part II As always, send me an e-mail to luvblkmen@hotmail.com and let me know what you think. If anyone wants to include a picture of what they look like, or tell me of a special encounter they had, then please do. (Especially those black men who wrote me and let me know that they wanted a "turn" at that ass. Who knows, maybe we can arrange something...wink wink).

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Date: Thu, 9 May 2002 07:11:51 EDT From: NJRimzu@aol.com Subject: Tony and Me Chapter 3 This is the story of how my relationship with my friend Tony changed when we discovered sex. The usual warnings apply, i.e., don't read it if you're not supposed to or don't want to. The story is true, to the best of my recollection. The names have been changed to protect the guilty Tony and Me I started hanging around Tony's house every afternoon after school. Often, the window was open and we would repeat the scene. One day, he told me to go around to the back door. He greeted me at the door. "No one else is home. We've got the place to ourselves." We went over to the couch took down our pants and took off our shirts. We touched each other, running our hands over each other's smooth, hairless chests. I couldn't get over how beautifully he had grown up and developed since our first encounter. He was still only about 5'4" with a small frame. But he was all muscle and had perfect six pack abs. I kept running my hands over his abs, marveling at how muscular they were. He ran his over mine, teasing me because these was not a trace of a six pack there. And then, I gave him what I owed him. I took his beautiful fat Italian sausage in my mouth and made love to it. I could only get about half in, so I stroked the rest until he came and I finally got to taste him. I walked home in a daze, thinking about how wonderful life was, how it was all like a romantic fantasy come true. But it wasn't quite. He still didn't hang out with me like before. When we got together, it was just for sex. And that was becoming more and more one sided. I don't think I even realized exactly when he stopped doing anything to me, and it just became me servicing him. One day, I invited him over for a game of pool (and sex, of course). While walking to my house, I tried to make small talk, just normal conversation. I said I was coming down with a cold. His only response, "Your cold won't be a problem to me where your mouth is gonna be." One day, when his parents weren't home, he took me up to his bedroom. As soon as we got in the room, he opened his pants and ordered me to suck him. I hesitated. He said, "What's the matter? You know you want it." I admitted I did want it, but told him I really wanted to be friends too. "Friends? This is sex. I'm horny; you want me. That's all this is." "But.we've always been friends. And we both want this." "You want it. I just want to get off. My friend Gary has his little brother blow him almost every day. I've got you. If you want it. And you know you do." With that, he lay down on the bed and said, "Suck it". And I did. I hated what was happening. I wanted to be friends again like we had been before. But he was so beautiful. At the same time I was feeling depressed, used and humiliated, I couldn't help but be totally turned on by his incredible body. And so I did what he wanted me to do which was also what I wanted to do. And I hated it. And I loved it. After that, he became even less friendly. When we got together, all of his conversation was instructions on how I was to pleasure him. Once I got my driver's license, he'd have me borrow one of my parent's cars, drive him to some deserted spot, and suck him, sometimes in the car, sometimes out along the side of the road. By then I was a senior in high school and he was a sophomore. Every time he'd pass me in the hall, he'd call me a faggot, no matter who was around. And then I'd usually go over to his house after school and blow him. One time in the winter, I was out walking and passed Tony and his friend Gary. The two of them jumped me and threw me face down in the snow. I finally got loose, and they chased me halfway home, throwing snowballs at me, calling me `Faggot" and `Cocksucker". Me a senior, being humiliated by a sophomore and a freshman. And still I went back for more. Even after I went away to college, made some new friends and a new life, and even had a few new gay experiences, whenever I came home on weekends, I'd go look him up. The last time I saw Tony I guess I was 19 and he was 17. He wasn't looking anywhere near as good as he used to. His beauty seemed to have peaked by 16.He picked me up in his car and drove to the elementary school we had gone to and parked in the lot. "I met a guy at the shore this summer who showed me something new I want to try on you." were the first words he'd said since I'd gotten in the car. He had me rise up while he slid over to the passenger seat, his pants down and his hard dick pointing straight up. He then positioned me over his dick and pulled me down on it. I'd never been fucked and was tight as hell, and he was using no lube at all, so there was no way it was going to happen, though he kept trying, pulling me down on him. Finally, I sucked him off, got out of the car, and walked home. I never saw him again. I guess I'd finally had enough of him. I've never been able to figure out why I did what I did for him for all those years. Sure, he was beautiful and sexy with an incredible cock. But he was so rude and unfriendly, treating me with contempt, humiliating me at every opportunity. And I kept going back. Hating it and loving it, hating him and loving him. Soon after that last time, he graduated from high school and joined the Navy. A year or so later, there was an engagement announcement in the local paper. My Tony was getting married.

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Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2001 02:25:27 -0500 From: David Presents Subject: The Plight of Strolin Chapter 2 Do Not Read If: *You are not legally old enough for the laws where you live *You have objections to gay/bi sex, and at one point incest between two generations *You are just looking for an email address for hate mail *Or if you know you shouldn't be reading it for any other reason *This chapter has a vivid scene that you might want to avoid if you have a weak stomach. For your convenience, I have placed a "**" at the beginning and end of the worst part, please avoid if you need to. *I'd also like to apologize for using rapped/rapping, instead of raped/rapping in the first chapter. I have nothing against rap music, and it was an innocent mistake, that and other typos have been pointed out to me, and will not be repeated in the future. *Legal Notice: This work is total fiction, and other then being from the author's imagination, has no basis in reality. And reference to anyone living, or dead, is pure coincidence, and unintended. The author holds all rights and privileges to this work, and any that may follow. Any redistributing, and other uses of this work with the author's consent are strictly prohibited. Any violations of the author's rights for this work will be challenged legally. The Plight of Strolin Chapter 2 After Scott had left, it had taken over two hours for Wil to free himself. He took Scott's hint, and started by moving close to the bedpost, and untying the knots there first. Then he moved to the knots at his hands, and finally the ones at his feet. Wil fumed to himself, and vowed that he would make Scott pay for strapping a prince to his own bed. After a few minutes of anger, Wil began to think of his appearance while he was detained. He laughed hysterically for what seemed like ages, but were only minutes before he finally calmed down, and went to sleep. His dreams were vague, and had little meaning, but he awoke with a strange feeling. Somehow he knew that Scott was in pain, he was alive, but in pain. Wil wondered about this, but decided that it must be his imagination, and went back to sleep for what little of the night that was left. It was two days before Scott could do more then drink the water that was provided for him. He finally gathered enough strength to rise, and then slowly got dressed. Each movement caused him pain, and the simple act of getting dressed was almost too much for him. When he had finally gotten his clothing on, and rested for a few minutes to regain his composure, he buckled his sword belt, grabbed his bracer of knives, and checked the dirk in his boot. Once all of his weapons were in place, he set about looking for something to eat, but in a very slow manner. He exited from the guild's many tunnels to the streets above, and looked for a vender. On his way to the market, he drew a large amount of glances and stares, but he paid them no attention, and went towards his goal. Finally he found a stall that had been set up for a merchant of fowl. He selected a roast chicken for his meal, and after paying the man, devoured the food as if he had never eaten in his life. He felt better, for now he only had the constant pain from his beating, but no longer was he suffering from hunger pangs as well. He bought another chicken, this one wrapped to last for later, and then headed for his next stop. Scott had enough money hidden away for any normal man's yearly wage, so he wasn't worried about funding his recovery. His next stop was the bakery, where he bought two loaves of bread, and a sweet cake for a treat. He then went to his favorite winery, and bought a flask of wine for his drink. After he had gathered all of his food, he headed back to his room in the guildhall. Once there, he decided to take off the next couple of days, and recover, then he could make up for his down time. He also wanted to seek his revenge on Mentas, but he knew that would have to wait for later, as his wounds and hunger gained priority over everything else. He set his food atop his table, and then he took off his sword belt and bracer, and went to rest on his mat. His sleep was fitful at best, but between his meager rest, his food, and his youth, he would be fine in a few days. * * * Meanwhile, in his private chambers Mentas was brooding over his next act. He knew that he couldn't make another attempt at Prince Wil's kidnapping, because the guards would be alerted to his schemes. Mentas decided that once his son had recovered from his injuries, he would ask Scott about his encounter with the prince. If Scott could become friends with the prince, then perhaps he could lure the boy into the Guild Master's hands. Mentas had no problem with using his only son to get what he desired; he would do it to anyone. Yes, Mentas had made his choice, Scott would be his spy. With this decision made, Mentas relaxed, and leaned back in his chair for a nap. * * * Piffin and Griffin had been making good progress, and were almost out of the Bewitched Forest. There horses were barley affected by their riders, because the twin mages used their arts to strengthen the stallions. Other then a few curious goblins, and a few trolls, the brothers had encountered nothing but the normal wildlife, and this trip was almost a pleasant outing for them. Piffin looked at his brother, and noticed his dark mood, so he decided to address him. "Griffin, what are you thinking about?" "I was wondering if we can really save Strolin, or if Krylous just wanted to give us the confidence that we would require to attempt such a feat. I know that he was holding back information from us; I saw it in his expressions. Either we have no idea what we will truly be facing, or we have no chance to succeed. Now, did you really want to know what I was thinking?" Always the more optimistic of the two, Piffin laughed at his brother's worries. "If we really had no chance to win, Krylous would not have sent us on this mission. I trust that man, and he was like a father to us both. I have faith in his decision, and if he thinks the two of us will be able to do what is needed, then I must also believe that. Now, shall we continue on? At our current pace, we should reach Dugron in four days." The duo continued on, each lost in his own thoughts, and the woods were eerily quiet. * * * Four days of travel brought them within sight of Dugron. When they passed through the gates of the city, the guards gave them a few strange looks, but didn't oppose them. Their journey through the city took about three hours, because of the size of the city, and the amount of people in their way. When they reached the palace gates, the guards halted them. The guard that approached, and seemed to be in charge gave them a good look over, before he addressed them. The captain of the guards was a large man, about six feet in height, and very bulky. He had a beard that was dark brown, and he wore his armor with pride. He couldn't tell which mage was the leader, so he spoke to them both. "And what do you two lads think you be doing here? I suppose you expect for me to let you waltz into the palace, and make the acquaintance of the Prince? Now be good lads, and be on your way before you annoy me." Piffin and Griffin looked at each other, and Piffin gave a slight nod towards Griffin. Having his brother's approval, Griffin spoke on behalf of the twins. "Captain, we have come here for that very purpose. We seek council with his highness, and need to speak with him as soon as possible. My brother and I wish to make this as easy on you as possible, so if you and your guards will kindly step aside, we will be on our way." The mages urged their horses forward, but soon another score of guards came from inside the gate to block their path. The duo shared yet another glance, and this time they decided that Piffin would speak. "We WILL be getting inside to speak with the prince. We do not wish for trouble, but I will give you only one warning. We are both mages, and will be forced to use our powers if you do not step aside. That was your final warning." The guards looked at each other, and then they all started laughing, and would have continued to mock the mages, but their captain put a stop to it. "Well lads, not that we aren't terrified of your powers, but we can't let you in. But, if you tell the Master of Ceremonies that you are mages, perhaps he can arrange for an appearance before the Prince's Court. Otherwise, I doubt you'll be seeing the Prince, for any reason. Now, Leave these premises at once." The guards formed a wall of bodies between the mages and the gate. Piffin and Griffin dismounted, and their horses each took a few steps back, and waited as they had been trained to do. Piffin and Griffin each gathered their power, and Griffin was the first to make a move. With a throw of his arm, a dazzling blue bolt at the gates. The instant the bolt touched the gates, the iron and wood gates were reduced to splinters. Then Piffin threw both of his arms towards the guards, and the entire score and a half of guards were thrown over fifty feet to either side of the mages. None of the guards were injured, just stunned. Then twins remounted, and rode through what was left of the gates. * * * When all of the commotion outside started, Wil grabbed his rapier, and located his father Thrin. Prince Thrin, had his favorite broadsword with him, and motioned for his son to follow him. Thrin knew his son was a champion swordsman, and trusted him to hold his own in a battle. When they reached the courtyard with the rest of the palace guards, they were both surprised by what they found. They saw two men, about Wil's age, sitting on their horses staring straight at Thrin. The two youths dropped off of their horses, with very graceful movements. The stallions moved off towards the stable on their own, and were soon being carefully handled by the stable boys. The black and white clad men stepped towards Thrin, and the guards parted to allow them passage. When the two mages reached the steps directly below Prince Thrin, they bowed, and spoke to the Prince in very formal tones. "Your Highness, we have come to speak with you, and apologize at the manner that we were forced to enter your palace. The guards didn't believe that we were mages and needed to speak with you, so we had to prove it." When Thrin heard this, he looked towards the captain in charge of the gate guards, and when Thrin saw the captain's face, the prince had to try very hard to contain his laughter. The captain had a very sheepish look on his face; he was staring towards the ground, and was dry rubbing his hands. Thrin smiled in amusement, he knew what he planned wasn't nice, but it would be fun. "Captain, please approach." The captain took a quick look around, and seeing nowhere to run, slowly stepped forward. "Captain, what is your name?" The captain kept his face towards the ground. "Your Highness, my name is Neil." Thrin grinned evilly. "I would hope that in the future you will send a page to ask my opinion on an issue of who is to enter, and who is to be denied. I have decided on your punishment for this disturbance." "Your Highness, I will do anything you command, and I apologize for this, but please do not hold my men responsible." "Neil, you will personally oversee the reconstruction of the west gate, and I expect no further annoyances, do you understand?" Captain Neil was so overcome with relief that he had to work hard to remain standing. "Thank you for your mercy your Highness, I will see to it at once." For the first time throughout the conversation, Neil looked towards the prince's face, when he saw the prince give a small nod, he stood up, and the guards departed. Thrin motioned for a page to come forward. "Prepare two of our finest rooms for our honored guests, and notify the cook that I want a special banquet prepared." The page ran off, and Thrin, Wil, Piffin, and Griffin walked up the steps into the palace. Two pages quickly came forward to lead the mages to their rooms, and soon they were settling down for a quick bath before the meal. Although neither mage was really dirty, compared to any other traveler that had gone for weeks without a proper bath, the simple luxury was not something they would pass up. Once they had both bathed, and redressed, Griffin sent Piffin a message. Since the twins had been born, they have been able to communicate telepathically, and Griffin believed this the safest approach. "Piffin?" "Yes Griffin, what do you need?" "I wonder, can we trust Prince Thrin to help us? And I wanted to ask you if you felt any strange feelings when you were close to Wil?" "Yes, Wil is one of the ones that we must gain their help. I don't know what his role is, but I know that somehow, we will need his help to save Strolin. I'm going to rest now, since it is still a few hours before we will feast, so if you have anything else to say, please be quick about it." "No Piffin, my mind can rest at ease now, I will see you before we dine." While the mages were cleaning up, Wil had returned to his room, and decided to nap. The day was warm, and he was bored, so it served his purpose to sleep. As soon as he had drifted off, he was assaulted with horrible images. He saw gigantic dragons, coming straight towards him, and no matter how fast he ran, they were almost upon him. Then when he thought he was to be eaten, the dragons surrounded him, and changed to shadows that had the shape of men. Wil couldn't see their faces, but their eyes glowed blue. He awoke with a start. He was panting with the excursion as if he had actually been running. But he knew where he had seen those eyes, the two mages that were visiting, there was something strange about them. Since he couldn't grasp what was so strange about them, he tried to go to sleep again, and this time his dreams were not frightening, just troubling. He dreamed that he was back in his room, and that Scott was there with him. But this time Scott was the one tied to the bed. Scott was lying there, with nothing on, and smiling at Wil. This time when the young prince woke up, his cock was hard from his dreams. He was worried, because the only thing he could remember about his dream was Scott being naked. Wil had never really been interested in girls, most were either to flighty for his tastes, or two stuck up to talk to. But to be attracted to another boy? Wil finally decided to just wait and see what became of this issue, since he couldn't do anything about it now. He would ask Scott about it the next time he saw him. * * * For the last four days, Scott had laid in his room, only leaving when he needed to get food or drink. Every time he slept, he was confronted by the same dream over and over. The two serpents always showed him the same vision, and never hurt him, but because of the frequency of these dreams, Scott hadn't slept more then he had to. He was thinking a lot of Wil lately, wondering what he was doing, how he was feeling, if he was mad for being tied up. Scott decided it was time to pay his friend a visit, but he would make a quick boost before hand, just to make up for what he had spent in recovery. Scott strapped on his weapons, and once again became the phantom. His target was one of the local men. Not the wealthiest boost he had ever made, but this was a personal vendetta. It had taken years to track this man down. After hearing from several people, Scott had to sift the truth from the gossip. The man who was his target was well known on the streets, but no one liked him. He was known for beating prostitutes, raping women and children, and being a mean drunkard. From this man, he didn't care if he stole a single coin, but the man would pay for his deeds. Scott had reached the man's house quickly enough, and since neither of the two moons was out yet, the phantom had plenty of cover. Scott slipped into the house through an open window. Scott was inside the main room, and the bedroom was through a doorway to his right. Scott crept up to the door, and looked through a crack in the rotting wood. Inside the bedroom, his target was standing over the bed. Lying on the bed in a spread-eagle was a little girl, probably no older then 10. She was tied to the bedposts, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free. The man had torn off all of the girl's clothing, and had even used rags of her cloths to tie her up with. The man was busy liking the girl between her breasts, and fondling between her legs. The rapist had locked his door, and this was his own house, so he felt very secure. Earlier the girl had been screaming for help, and pleading for him to let her go, but she had long since lost her voice, and now was just sobbing silently. She had struggled for as long as she could, and now all she could do was lye still, because she had no strength left, and had given up hope of a rescue. She turned her head as far away from the Man's face as she could, and closed her eyes. Scott had finally picked the rusted lock on the door, and with a bit of oil on the hinges, was able to make a stealthy entry. His target was climbing onto the bed, and getting into position for raping the girl. Just as the man lined up for his first thrust, he was suddenly being pulled backwards. He flew through the air, and after hitting a wall; he slowly came to his feet. When he turned and saw Scott, he gave the thief a questioning look. "What do you want boy? And how did you get in here?" Scott smiled. "Do you remember 10 years ago? If not, let me refresh your memory. You wanted a little fun, so went and found a street whore. You went into the whore's house, and after you had sex with her, you beat her senseless. Then, when a little boy tried to pull you off of the woman, you hit the boy, and threw him across the room. Then you took a rusty knife, and killed the woman. Does that ring a bell?" The man who killed Scott's mother took a minute to think things through, and then it finally occurred to him. "So, you are that little boy that I forgot to kill so many years ago? Well, after I finish with this little girly, I'll make sure to wear out your tight ass too. Then I'll finish the job I left undone." Scott pulled his rapier from its sheath, and slowly advanced on his prey. "Tonight you will die, and never again will you harm anything. I only regret that I took so long to find you, or I would have finished you years ago." Scott moved so fast his target didn't even have a chance to move. The phantom slashed the muscles along the insides of the man's legs, making it difficult for the man to move. "Well, I don't want death to be simply a release for you, and I have something I think you will hate." Scott then slashed the man's arms, making the rapist practically immobile. Then Scott cleaned his rapier, and re-sheathed it. "Don't think you're off yet, I simple need to find if you still have that old rusty knife." When Scott searched the pants that were lying on the floor, he found what he wanted, a knife that had a jagged, yet dull edge, and was covered in rust. ** Scott walked towards the man, very slowly, and waved the knife menacingly before the man's face. Then, with a quick swipe of his hand, Scott cut off the man's genitals, and then set them on his chest, so the man could see them. Scott's victim howled in pain, but because of his injuries, couldn't move. Scott then took the rusty knife, and with a quick stab, Scott shoved the knife up his target's ass. "That, was for all of the people you have raped over the years, and for all of the pain you have caused them." Scott again pulled out his rapier. "I will now finish you off, because I will grant you your release. Meet your maker." With that Scott ran the rapist through with a quick thrust of his rapier. With his revenge finished, Scott went to take care of the girl. ** Scott quickly cut the girl loose from the bedposts. The girl was so drained from her struggle that she didn't even move from her position, she merely looked at her rescuer, and closed her eyes. Scott looked around the room, and found a sturdy robe that was in good condition, and then did a quick survey of the house. He found a small bag of coins, some gems, that he guessed were stolen, and small golden rose, that was a decorative pin. If Scott had been able to form tears, this would have been the time, because the pin had been his mother's. He stuffed the pin in his pouch, and then tied the small bag of gems and coins to the inside of his tunic. Being as gentle as possible, Scott carefully and slowly picked up the girl and wrapped her in the robe he had found. The girl had finally managed to produce more tears, and now was the time she started to use them. Although he wasn't quite sure what to do, he pulled the girl to him, and Scott cradled her, and tried to speak soothingly to her. "You'll be fine, don't cry. That bad man won't hurt you or anyone else ever again. I won't hurt you either, and I'll even help get you back to wherever you live. Can you tell me about yourself, or should we leave here first?" The girl looked at him, but managed to keep her head down while doing it. "Can we leave this place please?" Scott grinned. "No problem, I'll carry you, so just trust me, and you'll be fine." With that, Scott picked the girl up, and because she was tiny, it was a light burden for him. The girl closed her eyes, and let her head rest on Scott's shoulder. Scott left the house, and took the girl to a stable where he knew the owner, and laid her down in the hayloft to rest. He went to a couple of local stores, and with his food, went to wake her. Although she was resting very peacefully, he knew she would be hungry, so he woke her anyway. The girl looked around, and began to get scarred until she saw Scott looking at her. "I brought you some food, it may not be the best, but it will make you feel better. Here, eat some." Scott handed her some bread, white cheese, and a flagon of wine. After she had eaten her fill, Scott wanted to know more about her. "What is your name?" The girl had come to trust Scott, so answered without a second thought. "My name is Shannon." "Well Shannon, would you mind telling me about yourself? By the way, my name is Scott." Shannon told Scott her life's story in a summary. "I'm ten years old, and my father is the brother to the queen. I don't know if that gives me any special title, but I get to stay in the palace, and get to wear pretty cloths. My nurse doesn't like it, but I prefer to wear boy's pants so I can play with the other kids, and not just sit around learning to be a lady. All ladies do is sit around and gossip about people, and I don't want to be like that. Scott, why were you in that man's house, and why did you kill him? Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful, you saved my life, I was just wondering." "To be honest Shannon, I'm a thief. I normally only steal from those who deserve it, like slave dealers, and wife and child beaters, but I had a special grudge against that man. That man that kidnapped you was the man who killed my mother. When I was six years old, he came into her house, killed her, and almost killed me. In the years between, I have been trying to track him down, and he has been continuing in his sadistic acts. He raped and beat many women and children, and stole from many honest people, I'm only sorry that I hadn't gotten there sooner." Scott had been staring off into space, and when he turned towards Shannon, he noticed she had been crying. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry, what is wrong?" Shannon quickly dried her tears. "I'm sorry, I just felt so sorry for you to lose your mother, and for all of those other people. I couldn't help crying." Shannon quickly leaned over towards Scott, pulled him into a hug, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Although Scott was a bit resistant at first, he soon let her have her way. After she had finished, and pulled away, he decided it was time to get moving. "Shannon, now that you are safe, I need to get you back to your family, where should I take you?" "Oh, if you will take me, I need to get back to the castle, I'm sure my family is very worried, you will probably be rewarded." Scott grinned, a reward sounded nice to him. "Well, for the first time in my life, I am going to do something just because it is right, and not to help myself. I will take you home, and once you are safely there, I'll slip off before your family can even ask my name." When Scott saw she was about to protest, he raised his hand, and spoke before she could. "I know that you are just trying to thank me, but I will be happy just knowing I helped you. I may live to regret passing up an offer like this, but I don't think I will. So, let's get moving, all right?" Shannon and Scott stood up, and then Shannon did something Scott was not expecting. She reached her arms around his neck, pulled him down to her height, and then kissed him on the lips. When she pulled back, and saw the look of shock on Scott's face, she started to giggle. "Haven't you ever kissed a girl before?" Scott closed his mouth that had previously been left gaping. "Well, I actually haven't. I was always afraid that I would get stabbed, so never let anyone that close to me before." Shannon threw her hands up, and gave him her best-disgusted look. "Do you have to be so negative about everything? You have a talent for ruining the mood." With that she hooked her arm into Scott's elbow. "Lead on my brave sir." * * * Back at the palace, Shannon's parents had finally gotten a private audience with the Price, and were explaining their situation. Thrin was speaking with his brother, and his niece was the topic. "Highness, my daughter has been missing for an entire day now. I have gotten the servants to search the entire castle, and all of the grounds surrounding your most beautiful home. The servants, and her mother and I have found no sign of her. She went to the garden; the one with the low wall, and her nurse was watching her from a ways back. Shannon had climbed up onto the wall, and was sitting looking off towards the sunset. A tall ugly man jumped onto the wall, grabbed Shannon, and ran away before her nurse could reach her. Her nurse ran to me, and now I'm asking for your help." As the prince opened his mouth to speak, a page ran into the prince's study, and was bowing and speaking before the prince had even reached his feet. "Your Highness, the guards at the gate report seeing your niece walking towards the palace, in the escort of a dark haired male. I was sent at once to summon you, and I am sorry for the interruption." Thrin had finally managed to reach his feet, and the page's words finally sunk in. "Lead me to the gate at once, I wish to see this for myself." Motioning for the page to lead on, Thrin, and Shannon's father followed the page at a brisk pace. When they reached the gate, they saw Scott and Shannon standing about 100 yards away. Shannon's father waved, and Shannon smiled and returned the gesture. Wil had happened to be on his way in from getting some fresh air, and seeing his father had followed. Now that he saw the man beside his cousin, he waved to Scott, and smiled. Scott saw Wil's wave, and returned it, but with a little less enthusiasm then his young friend. When Thrin saw Wil wave, he leaned towards his son. "Wil, who is that you are waving at? He doesn't look like the description I got from the nurse about Shannon's kidnapper, but I want to know anything you can tell me. Wil sighed, and knew that he would have to withhold some of the truth from his father, but then again, he knew nothing bad would happen because of it. "That man with Shannon is my friend Scott. I don't know what he's doing with her, but I know he isn't the one who took her." Then with a slight chuckle, he continued. "I mean, can you call him a big ugly man? I certainly can't." Then when he realized what he had just said, he blushed, and glanced sheepishly towards his father. Thankfully for Wil, Thrin had not been paying to much attention to what his son had said, and didn't think anything special had been said. After a few tense minutes, Thrin took action. "All right, open the gates, and I want all of the guards dispersed, we don't want to scare them off." When he noticed the guards were hesitant to leave their posts, he clapped his hands together. "That was not a request, move it now before I get angry." The guards, wishing to stay away from Thrin's temper, quickly disappeared. Scott was not convinced, and was going to remain still, until he was suddenly pulled forward by Shannon. She dragged him across the last gap before the gate so fast, Scott could swear his head was spinning. Shannon let go of Scott's arm, and jumped into her father's awaiting embrace. When Scott saw he was alone, in a hostile land, he quickly yelled fair well, and turned to make his exit. As he was running towards the gate, the guards moved to intercept him. He weaved, zigged, zagged, and dodged the guards, and was soon in the clear, and almost to the gate. While Scott had been evading the other guards, the one left near the gate controls released the gate, and soon there was a grid of metal between Scott and safety. Scott didn't hesitate, and quickly began to climb the gate. About halfway up the gate, suddenly Scott was falling backwards. To avoid injury, Scott rolled when he landed, and seeing he couldn't run, prepared to fight his enemy. Faster then an eye could follow, Scott had taken his rapier, and turned on his opponent. He had almost run Wil through, but stopped short. Wil stood with his eyes closed, waiting for his end. When he opened them, he saw Scott standing there shaking his head. "Hi Scott, stay a while, I missed you." Scott looked at his friend. "You're not still mad at me are you?" Wil made it seem that he was thinking it over. "No, I'll forgive you, as long as you will stay my friend. Deal?" Scott grinned, and quickly put up his sword. "Deal!" With that Wil pulled his friend in, and slapped him on the back. As Scott and Wil had been talking, two guards had finally reached them. When Scott saw them, he drew his rapier, and his parrying dirk, and moved between the guards and Wil. "Stay behind me Wil, if you see a chance, run, if not, I'll protect you." Wil started laughing, and soon the guards had joined in. As a bewildered Scott tried to figure out what happened, Thrin and the other guards, along with Shannon and her father had also reached them. Soon everyone except Scott was having a hearty laugh. As Scott looked around, he could still not see what was so funny. "Would someone mind telling me what is so funny?" Wil pushed Scott's sword arm down. "Stay your hand my brave protector, but these are my own guards." Scott sheathed his weapons, and after a quick laugh, it was Wil's father who spoke. "I would like to invite you to join my family and friends for a feast we are having, after that I would like to discuss what has been happening. Would you do me the honor of being my guest?" Scott made a quick bow. "You do me the honor of not having me killed for trespassing, Highness." A few of the guards started to chuckle, and then Shannon stepped forward. "See, I told you he has a talent for ruining the mood." At this the remaining guards, and everyone else also began to laugh. Wil looked towards his father. "Can I show Scott around, and get him cleaned up for the meal? We still have over 2 hours before the meal." Before Thrin had even finished nodding his head, Wil had dragged a startled Scott off towards the castle. Wil had given his companion a quick tour. All Scott saw was a blur. He could tell his guide was excited about something. When Wil finally stopped walking, he started talking a mile per minute. "Well, this is my room, although you already know that don't you? Yes you do, you've were here not to long ago. Please come in. Can I have anything brought in for you?" By this time, Wil was bouncing off the walls. He was as giddy as a little boy. "I thought you wouldn't come back, after leaving me all tied up, but I hoped you would." Scott didn't know what to say or do, but he was getting dizzy watching Wil. Scott grabbed hold of Wil's shoulders, and tried to calm the younger boy. "Wil, please calm down, please." Wil was still hyper, and not paying attention to Scott, so Scott shook him gently. When his shaking had no effect, Scott pushed Wil over, and made him fall onto the bed. "You can be a royal pain Wil. Oh, that's right, you are a prince." Scott winked at Wil, and then started laughing. Wil was not the least bit amused. "For a thief you can be a ugh, oh well, you can be an ass." Wil stuck out his bottom lip, crossed his arms, and made a show of pouting. Both boys ended up on the floor from their laughter. When the boys had recovered, they got up, and Wil noticed how dirty Scott was. "You better clean up, before we eat. Sorry that I had to pull you off the gate, and made you fall into all of that dirt." Scott started to brush off his cloths, but Wil held up his hand. "Scott, those cloths might be good for sneaking around, but for an appearance before the Prince, you need something better. Since we are about the same height, I will loan you an outfit to wear, and have your cloths cleaned up while we eat." Scott didn't look at his friend, and continued to dust off his tunic. "I'm sorry Wil, I appreciate the offer, but I just can't accept. I don't want to make the appearance anyway, and I don't intend to be in the castle when the feast starts. As I told Shannon, this is my good dead, and so far the only one I have ever done, and I will accept no rewards. I don't want a feast in my honor, and I don't want to make the prince mad, so I will leave secretly." "Well, if it helps at all, this feast is for the honor of a couple of visiting mages, and not for you. I'm sure my father will thank you somehow, but the feast would go on one-way or the other. And Scott, you will be accepting my offer, this time I will not take no for an answer." Scott smiled, then mumbled, "You didn't take no for an answer last time, remember?" Both boys laughed at the image of Wil tied to his bed in the nude. Wil walked over to his closet, and pulled out a tunic that was light blue, with gold embroidery, and trousers to match. He brought them back, and sat them on the bed. "All right Scott, these cloths will do nicely, now get out of your blacks." Wil sat on his bed, and was anxious for his personal strip show. "Go ahead Scott, you have already seen me naked so what's the problem?" Scott shrugged and started to take off his cloths. He removed all of his weapons, except for the dirk in his boot, then, laid them on the floor. Then Scott noticed how close Wil was watching. Just for fun, he started to grind his hips, and slowly removed his tunic. He then pulled off his boots, and started to pull off his leggings. When he was standing in only his small cloths, he stood directly in front of his friend. After teasing Wil for a while, Scott finally stood with no clothing on. "Well, what do you think? And I thought you royal people had manners." Wil smiled, then looked confused. "First off, the body is great, but what did you mean about my manners?" Scott began to chuckle. "I thought it was impolite to drool." Wil blushed, and turned away from his friend. Scott moved until he was sitting right next to his friend, and staring him in the face. "I didn't mean to make you blush, I was just teasing. Now, if you can do me a favor, I need to clean up a bit before I get dressed." Wil showed Scott where the washbasin was, and then handed him a towel. Scott washed his face, arms, and a few other areas that were more interesting to his friend. He took every opportunity to but on a show for Wil, and this did not go unnoticed by the prince. Once Scott was clean, he got dressed. He then went over to the mirror behind the door, and looked at himself. "Hey Wil, how do I look?" Wil walked over, and Scott turned around a couple times to give his friend a good look. Wil smiled, and applauded for the show. "You look good. I like you in those colors, although I also liked you without cloths." Wil blushed. "That is the third time in a few minutes that I have said something I shouldn't have. Can we talk about something?" As they were talking, the boys had moved back to sitting on the bed. "Sure Wil, what about?" Wil looked down at the floor, then, snuck a glance at his friend. "I think I like you Scott." "So, what's the problem with that? You've been really nice to me, I like you too Wil." Seeing that Scott had no idea quite what he meant, Wil dropped the subject. "Yeah, I'm glad we're friends." Then he remembered something that had slipped his mind when staring at Scott in the buff. "I noticed a lot of scares on you, what happened?" Since Scott wasn't ready to tell his friend about the rape, he left that out of his explanation. "I told you before that I would be beaten for not kidnapping you. I was given the choice to either leave the guild, or take the beating. I chose to take the beating." Seeing that Scott didn't want to say anything more, Wil decided to change the topic. "At dinner tonight you'll get to meet Piffin and Griffin. Those are the two mages I told you were visiting. And speaking of dinner, it's time for us to go." The boys walked side by side, and were soon close to the dinning hall. * * * The twin mages had met in Griffin's room, and were about to leave for the meal. "Piffin, I have a strange feeling." Piffin looked at his brother and nodded. "I do too. I feel like I did when we were near Prince Wil, but somehow stronger." Griffin looked at his brother, and without a word, they both knew that they would soon find out what they were feeling. *********************************************************************** If you enjoyed reading Chapter 2 of The Plight of Strolin, please feel free to contact me at dwpresents@hotmail.com Please send only comments that are 'constructive'. For those comments that you know I don't want to see, don't bother typing them. * I wish to apologize about my email address for the comments I didn't want that I posted on Chapter 1, because it was only after the chapter was posted, that I realized there is a biteme.com.

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Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2024 15:18:00 +0100 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Barney's Confessions of a Wannabe Gay Sex Slave 19-20 Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults interested in homosexual erotica. If that is not something that you wish to read then go no further. All characters and situations are fictional, though hopefully plausible, and grounded in reality. The work published here is all my own with all rights reserved. The author is based in the UK so the diction reflects this but my stories involve characters of different ethnicities and many are set in locations outside the UK. My thanks go to Nifty for all the pleasure the Archive has given me over the years and for the opportunity to bring my writing efforts to the attention of those who share my particular erotic interests. Readers are encouraged to make a donation to keep the archive going for many more years. As always, feedback both critical and complimentary is welcome via e-mail to: barneybumpkin@gmail.com. Please don't contact me with commercial requests or advertising. Hope you enjoy Barney Summary In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man. After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies. However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other. Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise. Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master. Reader's Comments on Barney's previous work "I enjoyed reading your story. It is well-written, with good pace and detail. The theme is imaginative and so hot." "I want to let you know how much I'm enjoying your latest story. Not only is it incredibly horny (I cum every time I read an instalment) but I love the way you're slowly ratcheting things up in an entirely believable fashion." "Your splendid writing has blown my mind and my cock!" Chapter Nineteen To my surprise, as quickly as the following morning, I got a message back in return! yes was very enjoyable...good to have you over xx Elated by this, but wary about our sex reverting to a pattern similar to what had gone before, I risked penning the lad a much longer message to remind him what I was looking for from him in exchange for being his sub and put forward some ideas of the sort of things we might get up to in the future. Dear Ram Thanks for your message. I hope you didn't think I was rude by leaving so quickly after sex on Monday night - but I enjoy the sub/dom role play and don't want over-familiarity to get in the way of the fantasy - I hope this suits you too. First off, I want to thank you for your patience in training me up as your sub... I hope I have now sufficiently mastered the intricacies of deepthroat cock-sucking and ass-licking to your satisfaction and in the future hope to become more accustomed to getting fucked regularly by your XXL cock! I'd be happy to meet up more regularly at your place (whenever it suits you) but would also like us to break some new ground to avoid things getting stale. If you are willing to continue to play the role of master from where we left off then nothing could be better as far as I am concerned. However, I'm still not sure if you just put up with my foibles in order to fuck me or enjoy the power play as much as I do. Apart from pledging you my obedience and putting my mouth, throat and arse and the rest of my body at your disposal, I was wondering what else I could offer you, that you might welcome, in return for you indulging my fantasies. I could share erotic stories, hot internet sites and porn pics/vids with you that you might like. If you'd like this, let me have an email address and I'll send you some samples. I could probably get off on the humiliation of doing domestic tasks for you - cleaning your flat for you (naked), doing your laundry, going shopping, etc. (though if these weren't followed by sex afterwards, they'd rapidly lose their appeal I fear) and I would definitely welcome giving you a body massage and bathing you on a regular basis (even wearing a blindfold)! Ideally, I'd like you to be able to snap your fingers and me turn up to be fucked whenever and wherever you like (including public/gay places) but the reality is although I'm often available I have a partner and regular commitments that are difficult to drop at short notice.... I appreciate there are risks attached to sex in public/gay places that you may wish to avoid - being recognised by someone you know for instance (though I enjoyed you having me strip naked and wank-off in the front seat of my car as we drove along the North Circular immensely). You are only a few tube stops away from one of my favourite gay leather venues, The Backstreet in Mile End, I'd love for you to take me there on a quiet night and fuck me there in front of the other leather guys... I'd also like you to specify challenging things for me to wear when I visit you - with me travelling either by car or public transport (you get to decide which) - however, the reality is that you won't want me visiting your home looking too outrageous and there are limits to how much I'd be willing/able to humiliate myself in public... The idea of sending you pictures of myself in humiliating poses excites me as does being videoed or photographed by you... but I'm not sure I'm brave enough to have face pics of me posted on the internet like this, though this would be incredibly humiliating...Whatever happened to the ones you and your mate took of me BTW? As you may have gathered from our past encounters I have a pretty low pain threshold but am willing to put up with a moderate amount of pain - such as being put over your knee and spanked or slapped across the face (as punishment for lateness for example) - as it is the humiliation of it that is the big turn-on for me. Having to spank myself outside a meet would be equally humiliating.... I also found it pretty degrading when you pissed on me and wouldn't mind you doing it again if it turns you on too. The downside is needing to shower afterwards... unless you wanted to add to my humiliation by having me travel home stinking of pee... If this is all too much hassle for you, then just ignore it - I don't want to be a burden to you - but at least you now have a better idea of what turns me on - feel free to exploit it! Your would-be sex slave Alan xxx Although I received no immediate response to my lengthy message, ten days after sending it I received a further summons: today at 1600hrs at mine in Stratford have on grubby jeans and a white tee shirt...white socks and trainers confirm I quickly verified I'd be there and promptly received another message which gave a hint as to what would lie in store for me. bring condoms and lube Given his choice of grubby jeans and the earlier meet time, I wondered if Ram was going to take up on my offer to perform some menial tasks for him before fucking me... If he were feeling especially mischievous, he might even entice me over just to perform the work and send me straight back home again without fucking me... But prompting me to bring rubbers suggested he would be calling on my more usual services as well. Following receipt of Ram's instructions, I delved deep into my wardrobe to identify the items he had demanded I should wear. I discovered some faded old Levi jeans I used to go clubbing in which had holes cut beneath the crotch and arse to make them more revealing which I decided would do nicely along with a ten-year-old Gap tee-shirt which was showing signs of wear. As he hadn't mentioned underwear, I happily went without any. Again, I set off in good time, and again I was delayed. On this occasion I got stuck in a traffic jam for twenty minutes due to an accident but thankfully managed to make up the time after the hold-up and in the end arrived just a few minutes after the hour. When I reached the entrance to the block, I found the front door propped open and the sound of vacuuming coming from the staircase. So, I rang the bell for flat 5 on the entry phone panel and when Ram answered announced my arrival by whispering "it's ass-licker here" into the microphone, acutely conscious someone might overhear me. "What number?" he demanded forcing me to add the "69" to my title before he pressed the release button, after which I rushed straight through the open doorway and up the stairs to the first floor. Ram's flat door was already ajar when I arrived on the landing, so I breathlessly pushed it open, only to immediately encounter a post-it stuck to the back of it, telling me to go to the nearby mini-market to buy two pints of low-fat milk and to make it snappy! As, by this time, I was dying for a piss, I called in on the bathroom before venturing out to buy my master the milk he needed for his coffee. There, I noticed the blindfold I had worn on my previous visit hanging over the radiator to dry. Was he just hygiene conscious or had it been so badly soiled during an earlier encounter that he'd had no choice but to give it a wash, I wondered? Thankful that I'd had the foresight to bring some cash with me, I headed off to the nearby Turkish-run supermarket located in the midst of a small parade of shops which also included a fish and chip shop and a launderette. Uncertain of the shop's layout, I asked an Indian-looking youngster, busy stacking shelves, where the milk was located. After eyeing the state of my jeans, he awarded me a big grin and wordlessly guided me to the fridges which were located at the rear of the premises and then to my surprise stayed to watch. With my cock twitching from the unexpected encounter with a lad who was very much my cup of tea, I bent over to select a carton from the chiller cabinet. While I deliberated on whether to impress Ram with my generosity by buying him four pints of semi-skimmed rather than the two-pint one he'd requested, I felt a hand tentatively caress my rear. Having a good idea who the hand must belong to, I made no attempt to ward the youngster off, with the result that he grew bolder and slid his slender fingers through one of the holes in the denim so he could fondle my ass. If at that moment another customer had not appeared at the end of the aisle, who knew how far he may have taken things! "Welcome to the East End!" I thought to myself, as I toted my carton to the till, vowing to visit the shop again soon! After paying for the milk, I hurried back to Ram's flat and this time when I climbed the stairs, ran into the cleaner, who to my surprise turned out not to be a stereotypical charlady but a rather camp young white guy who I guessed might well be gay. When he did a double take at the state of my jeans as he paused his labours to permit me to clamber past him, my suspicions were confirmed, and I gave him a friendly grin! Were East End lads all as welcoming as this to their gay visitors, I wondered, or was it due to the aura projected by my toned body and neatly trimmed hair, combined with the provocatively revealing clothes I was wearing? Buoyed up by my popularity with the locals, I pushed open the door of Ram's flat and slid down the latch to lock it behind me, as directed by a second note that had appeared during my absence. This also told me to put on the blindfold (which was now hung up beside it), get down on my knees and knock on the lounge door to be let in. Instantly excited, I followed my instructions to the letter and when the door opened was herded into the living room, lugging the milk behind me, where I discovered the TV set was playing at low volume. But to my disappointment, when I blindly presented my purchase to Ram, he didn't give me the affectionate pat on the head I'd been expecting for exceeding his requirements. Instead, he heaved a sigh of exasperation and wordlessly snatched it out of my hands. While I stayed on my knees wondering what I had done to upset him, he headed to the nearby kitchenette, where I heard him stir milk into his coffee and then curse me as he struggled to cram the four-pint container I'd brought him into his modestly-sized fridge. After setting his coffee down on the table, Ram grabbed me by the ear and hoisted me upwards until I was laid over his knees and commenced spanking me on the seat of my pants. "Why do you think I'm punishing you?" he asked after he'd landed twenty or so blows. "I brought the wrong size milk, sir!" I replied contritely. "That's one reason!" he retorted, prising his hands though one of the holes in my jeans and pinching the pallid flesh of my buttocks. "Because I arrived a little late sir?" I guessed. "Wrong again!" he replied, forcing his hand deeper inside the seat of my pants. "What did I say you were to wear for me to today?" "Some old clothes, sir," I replied. "That's right!" he confirmed, "I didn't say you should come looking like a complete slut!" To underline his annoyance, he vented his frustration by tugging at the frayed edges of the tears in my jeans and proceeded to make a couple of the holes considerately larger. "That should give your neighbours something to talk about when you get home!" he sniggered, then reached around my waist to unfasten the clasp on the jeans and yank them down to my ankles. After which he proceeded to land more blows on my bare buttocks to underline his displeasure. "Remember to follow my instructions exactly in future!" he warned, hoisting me up from his knee by the ear, "Now take off the rest of your duds and face the door with your hands on your head, until I'm ready for you." "Yes sir!" I replied and meekly did as I was told while Ram turned up the volume on the TV set and finally took a sip of his long-awaited coffee. It didn't take long before I was forgiven however, as after I heard his mug returned to the table, I was summoned back to the sofa on my hands and knees and my face thrust down to his groin. Despite knowing his annoyance with me was largely fabricated, as I knelt down before him, I found myself filled with genuine feelings of contrition and became determined to make up for my shortcomings by giving my young master the best blow job he'd ever had. I soon discovered Ram was already nude save for his underwear, so I took the liberty of resting my hands on his bare thighs to fondle them as I nuzzled my nose and mouth up against the outline of his semi-erect dick through its thin cotton covering. As his shaft continued to stiffen rapidly, I showered it with hot kisses and, after breathing in his delicious scent, sighed contentedly as my own excitement grew in tandem with his own. Within a few short minutes both of us had become fully hard. "Take it out," was Ram's next command, after running his hand through my hair and stroking me gently on the back of my head in the way I'd hoped for earlier. Only too eager to comply, I interpreted his words as giving me permission to remove his underpants completely and, with his co-operation, eased them down over his rear and off over his legs. Overwhelmed by excitement at having his fully naked body at my disposal, despite not being able to see it, I buried my head in his moist, sweet-smelling groin and gobbled up his shaft. Over the course of the next few minutes, I lavished on my master's genitals the most varied and imaginative love making I could come up with. I peeled back his foreskin to run my tongue around its perfect head, licked its entire length from top to bottom with the flat of my tongue and engulfed each of his balls in my mouth in turn before tightening my lips around his shaft and sliding it in and out of my mouth, only to repeat the whole process just as enthusiastically all over again. "Congratulations!" he commended, as I paused to take a breath after having taken him deep throat, "You finally seem to have got the hang of cock-sucking!" After which he slid his ass further down the sofa, raised his legs into the air, and thrust my face into the cleft of his ass for me to demonstrate my proficiency in another area of sexual pleasure-giving I had acquired since meeting him. Thrilled by his praise, despite its sarcastic edge, as soon as I realised what he was up to, I grabbed hold of his legs to provide him with additional support and went on to prove my worth by prising my snout into his crack and licking out his hole more enthusiastically than I'd ever done before. After declaring me to be "an A1 ass-licker as well!" Ram thrust my head away from his ass and rose from his uncomfortable position to stand beside me. "Now it's time to introduce you to another of your domestic duties!" he announced, patting me on the head affectionately and repositioning my body so I was crouching on all fours, side-on to the sofa. "Stay like that while I make myself another coffee," he added, before walking off. "You want a drink?" he called from the kitchen, as an afterthought, once he had completed his task. "Yes please, sir!" I shouted back over the sound of the TV ads, feeling thirsty after all the cock sucking and ass- licking I'd done. After hearing the sound of a running tap, Ram returned to the sofa and placed a bowl on the floor in front of me. He then pressed my head down to it until my face met the level of the water. "There you are!" he sniggered, stepping away to turn up the volume on the TV still further as the familiar theme-tune of a soap opera sounded. While I lapped up the water like a dog, he quickly returned to retrieve his coffee, then put his feet up on my back before settling down to enjoy the latest episode of his drama, at which point I realised my new duty involved me playing the role of his footstool! At first it struck me as a little odd that my young Indian master should choose to watch my mother's favourite soap opera to accompany his sexual domination of me! Then it occurred to me that although Britain's longest running soap had only reluctantly included Black or Ethnic minority characters and even a few openly gay ones among the cast in recent years, despite the North's large South Asian population and Manchester's thriving gay scene, its attraction for Ram was likely to be the pale-skinned Northern scally lads who tended to appear in the series. How better to watch it, than whilst having one of their number grovel naked at his feet and suck his dick? Although Coronation Street now attempted to make its characters more ethnically diverse and storylines more up to date, I guessed it would be a while yet before it began to portray the realities of gay life such as the ones currently taking place on the other side of Ram's TV screen! However adventurous the cast might be in their personal lives and however progressive the writers, I doubted they would be portraying the delights of an inter- racial gay SM relationship with a guy of Indian ethnicity in the dominant role on prime-time TV anytime soon! Having only caught glimpses of the soap during visits to my elderly relatives, I was completely at a loss as to what was taking place or who the characters were spreading the gossip and creating the mischief characteristic of the series. So, I rapidly grew bored and, despite my fitness, soon found Ram's legs had become far heavier than I'd bargained for and my back and shoulders were beginning to ache. But, given the message I had sent him just a week before, I realised I could hardly complain now at having to suffer such a trivial amount of discomfort in order to please him! Maybe sensing my restlessness, once his coffee mug was emptied, Ram distracted me by gently stroking my head absent-mindedly as though I were his pet, an action which reminded me of my reduced status in life, and as a consequence began to get me aroused once again. I responded by moving my head around beneath his hand and emitting a purr of pleasure to encourage him to continue, after which he went so far as to permit me to lick the back of his hand to demonstrate my on-going submission. Still not done with doggy play, after shoving my water bowl out of the away, he reached down to gather up his sneakers from the floor and place them beneath my face one by one. "Sniff 'em!" he demanded, guiding my nose down into the opening of one and then the other, leaving me to inhale the odour of my master's sweat, mingled with that of their rubber soles and the dust and dirt from the street that adorned them. After hearing me breath in deeply in appreciation of the imposition of this latest ignominy, he then pushed my head down to their toe-caps and ordered me to both kiss them and then lick them clean! Meanwhile, he turned his attention to my other end and began slowly stroking my ass, tugging on my shaft and stretching my balls and, as the drama neared its cliff-hanging climax, moved on to smearing lube around the circumference of my hole and sliding his fingers slowly in and out of it. By the time the familiar theme-tune sounded to signal the soap was over, I was so aroused by the humiliations being so casually imposed on me, that my dick had become rigid once more. Amused at the amount of excitement his actions had generated, the lad rose to his feet and directed my head down into the sofa cushion he had been sitting on with my ass up in the air and my legs spread wide apart. He then quickly tore open the condom pack, stretched it over his member and, while I emitted all manner of moans and groans, began sliding his shaft in and out of me at such a pace that he quickly came. "On your back!" he ordered, after easing the filled condom from my ravished hole and hurrying off to the kitchen to dispose of it. Leaving me to lower myself down to the floor amidst his discarded footwear and lie flat- out parallel to the sofa, where I proceeded to cross my ankles and give my tumescent cock a series of sharp tugs, whilst telling myself this was exactly where I belonged. Seemingly pleased by the way the encounter had gone, the youngster returned to sit on the sofa above me and rewarded me by placing his bare foot over my mouth. Overjoyed to finally be permitted to savour the taste and odour of his unadorned feet once again, I grasped hold of his ankle with my left hand and positioned it so I could run my tongue over its entire sole, before sliding his toes into my mouth and sucking on each of them in turn. As my excitement grew, I reached out to grab Ram's other foot so I could lick it too and, as the pace of my wanking increased, placed both over my face to encourage him to pin my head down to the floor beneath them. In truth, the slow-burn of my humiliation being relentlessly increased step by step in unpredictable ways over the course of the evening was far more to my sexual taste than the more traumatic and rapid means of demeaning me Ram had employed in the past. So, despite me still being denied the pleasure of seeing his handsome face and body when we had sex, I found by feelings toward him growing fonder and my lust for him stronger than ever! Aware I was close to cumming, as I continued to slaver over his feet, my young master opted to speed up my path to orgasm by reaching down to take hold of each of my nipples between his fingertips and begin tweaking them. After emitting a gasp of gratitude, I cried out to warn him that I was about to cum, only to have the mischievous lad immediately tightened his grip on them and, as though to remind me of the power he held over me and the sadistic pleasure he obtained from seeing me suffer, sank his fingernails deep into my flesh. Within moments, the pleasurable sensations that had been about to overwhelm me were accompanied by a pain so severe that it was impossible to ignore. But there was no way I was going to be diverted from achieving my climax at this late stage, so instead of attempting to fend the lad off, I somehow managed to fight back against the pain by tightening my leg muscles and tugging on my shaft more furiously than ever, determined to retrieve an orgasm that had once seemed only seconds away. Despite knowing my nipples were likely to be scarred and sore for days afterwards, I continued wanking until I finally achieved my climax and enjoyed the most exhilarating sexual release I could recall experiencing in a very long while. "Good boy!" my young master commended, as I spattered spurt after spurt of spunk over my belly and chest, finally releasing his grip on my tits to massage my spilt cum into the pallid skin of my torso with something akin to affection. Chapter Twenty Hi Sir Spotted your track. I am available for fucking anytime today or tomorrow. Alan xxx After last time, I was looking forward to experiencing longer, but no less exciting meets, in which I was routinely kept naked and sexually available throughout and used to carry out a mix of sexual and domestic duties for my master's entertainment, whilst kept in check by the threat of arbitrary and demeaning punishments should I dare step out of line. 1800hrs same outfit as last time Although my hurried exit from my car in the now even more revealing jeans had gone unnoticed by my neighbours, I couldn't see me ever daring to go out in them again and had toyed with consigning them to the garbage bin. Now thankful that I hadn't done so, I persuaded myself that with only short distances to walk to and from my car at each end of my journey, I would do as I was instructed, figuring I could carry a strategically positioned bag to protect my modesty should I meet anyone at close quarters. Fortunately, for once, the traffic on the North Circular was light and I whizzed around it to pull up in the road outside Ram's block ten minutes early. I texted him to say I had arrived and was told to come over immediately. Struck by the urgency of his tone, despite two guys busy repairing a van in the car park outside, I omitted to bring a bag with me and hurried past them to the entrance of the building thinking I would be admitted instantly. However, the lad must have been busy preparing for my arrival, as even after I pressed the buzzer repeatedly, it took a minute or more for him to answer, by which time one of the pair's heads had emerged from beneath the hood of the vehicle and upon taking in the skimpy state of my jeans had awarded me an ironic wolf-whistle. Unable to persuade myself to add to my embarrassment by saying "It's ass-licker 69" into the entry phone within range of their hearing, I settled instead for shouting out "I'm here!" hoping against hope that this time round Ram would not demand I blurt out my full title before he deigned to open the door! Thankfully, the lock was instantly released by him to permit me to take sanctuary in the hallway, after which, I clambered up the stairs to the first floor two steps at a time, in my anxiety to avoid being spotted by anyone else before I reached my destination. When I entered Ram's flat, I found a note instructing me to put on the blindfold, kneel down and knock on the lounge door to let him know I was ready. "What's wrong with using the name I gave you, slave boy?" Ram challenged, grabbing me by the ear and hauling me to my feet the second he opened the door. "There were some guys working in the car park who would've overheard me," I explained, but his attention had already shifted to examining my pants. "I guess they saw the state of your jeans and cracked up," he sniggered, "and no doubt figured out you were a cock sucking, ass licking, slut without need of telling!" "They did sir," I agreed. "In that case, you probably did the right thing!" he conceded, thrusting his hands into the enlarged holes in the denim at their front and rear to discover he was now able to grab my cock and fondle my ass cheeks with little difficulty. "But you're going to have to face them again, I'm afraid, as I have some urgent shopping for you to do!" As I squirmed at the prospect, my host explained to me, slowly and deliberately, as though he was talking to a five-year-old, that the errand me needed me to run for him would involve a visit to the minimarket I had visited previously. "I'm leaving the money and a shopping list on the floor by the door, so you get it right this time," he added after releasing his grip on my manhood, "So off you go, and be quick about it!" Upon hearing the lounge door close behind him, I slid off the blindfold and experienced a flashback to my boyhood days, when I was obliged to run errands to the village shops by my mother every Saturday morning to earn my weekly pocket money! I saw at my feet a post-it stuck to a 20 note specifying I was to buy Ram's now familiar brand of cigarettes and a carton of milk of the size and type he preferred, spelt out in large capital letters. Eager to make up for my previous transgressions, despite the state of my jeans, I opened up the outside door and, after checking no one was around, stepped out onto the landing and cautiously crept down the stairs. Peering through the glass panel on the exit door, I noted both guys heads were again hidden beneath the hood of the van they were repairing, so let myself out soundlessly and sneaked down the side of the building on a footpath that skirted the carpark and joined the road close to where the shop was located. The minimart was thankfully less crowded than before and, as I entered, the cashier was distracted from noticing my appearance by being busy entering a customer's items into the till. However, as I headed for the fridges at the rear of the shop, I spotted the Indian lad I had seen there before still glumly stacking shelves. Upon seeing me, his face lit up and after I gave him a nod of recognition, he immediately abandoned his task to follow me down the aisle. After catching up with me opposite the chiller cabinet, his gaze quickly fell from my face to examining the holes in my jeans, through which patches of my pallid skin could clearly be seen. Doubtless seeing my appearance as a heaven-sent opportunity to brighten up a long day and interpreting my display of bare flesh as an open invitation to molest me, without a word, he grabbed hold of me by the wrist and diverted me from my allotted task to follow him through a nearby doorway and into a small stockroom, which was no doubt his domain. No sooner was the door closed behind us, than the horny lad was embracing me in his arms and attempting to kiss me on the lips! Still in submissive mode, and flattered that he should find me attractive, I made no attempt to resist his advances and permitted him to yank my tee-shirt off over my head, tear open the front of my jeans and yank them down to my knees to expose my body completely. Noticing my nipples standing out prominently, as a result of Ram's recent rough treatment of them, the lad immediately commenced sucking on them while he ran his hands all over my exposed white flesh and continued pulling on my cock to get me erect. After which, he quickly fell to his knees to take my shaft into his mouth and began sucking on it enthusiastically. Ram-like, I stroked the top of his head to encourage him to continue and, to my delight, in response, he set about loosening his own clothes so he could wank himself off at the same time. Eager to see more of him, as he shrugged off his pants, I happily helped him out by unfastening the front of his shirt and yanking it off over his arms to permit me to get a better look at his delicious dark brown body! He was a skinny lad with less body hair and muscle than the more mature Ram, I noticed, but had an appealing face, large brown eyes and an equally endearing head of raven black hair, which I ran my fingers through to show my appreciation as he sucked. No doubt aware that we could be disturbed at any moment, once naked, the youngster cut short his cock sucking session so he could draw things to a speedy conclusion, by abruptly turning me about and urging me to bend over so he could more easily part my ass-cheeks and slide his tongue into my hole! Although incredibly aroused by the sensation and by the thought that maybe the slender youngster was planning to fuck me in this risky location, I looked down between my legs and noticed the pace of his wanking had increased four-fold. Recognising my own submissive desires reflected in the young Indian's actions and realising that me cumming before I returned to the flat was a no-no, I took control, straightened up and instructed the lad to lie down on the floor. I then squatted down with my ass over his face, slapped his hand away from his cock and commenced pulling on it myself. In response, the youngster used his fingers to pull my ass-cheeks further apart and resumed rimming me more enthusiastically than ever. In return, I gradually upped the pace of my wanking and stared down appreciatively at his slender body as he writhed and squirmed below me until he was unable to restrain his excitement a second longer and sent several plumes of white spunk heading skywards from the tip of his engorged dick as he convulsed in orgasm. Aware that by this time Ram would be impatiently awaiting my return, I hastily rose to my feet, put on my T- shirt and pulled up my pants. As the lad sat up and looked around to find something to mop up the puddle of cum decorating his chest, I stooped down to award him another pat on the head and a kiss on the cheek to bid him farewell. "Thank you!" he mouthed and gave me a beguiling grin, as I cautiously opened the door to check the coast was clear, before hurriedly picking up a carton of milk from the fridge and making my way the check-out to purchase it, along with Ram's cigarettes. Despite me using my purchase to hide my, still swollen, cock from their gaze, my flushed face and the enlarged holes in the rear of my pants provoked the guys working outside the flats to down tools as I walked by them and shake their heads from side to side in disbelief as I rang the bell to gain admittance. However, this time round "It's me!" turned out to be insufficient to persuade my pissed-off master to buzz me in and he insisted I provide him with the demeaning title he had given me in full, causing the pair to break out into roars of laughter. Hurrying up the stairs the second he pressed the buzzer, I again found Ram's flat door ajar. Anxious to hide all traces of my illicit activities from my master, I left the milk and fags in the hallway and rushed to the loo to clean myself up, but despite splashing cold water over my glowing cheeks, was unable to disguise my sexual excitement. By the time I returned to the hallway, my purchases had disappeared, along with the change and receipt, removed by my impatient host. Fearing the worst, I lowered myself down to my knees, slid the blindfold back in place and knocked contritely on the bottom of the lounge door. Rather than admit me to his lair, my master shouted out his instructions from the kitchen, where I guessed he was blowing his cigarette smoke out of the open window whilst making himself a coffee. "Take everything off ... apart from the blindfold... then face the outside door with your hands on your head!" This time I was the one who had to wait, as it was a good few minutes before my master was to emerge from the lounge to greet me for the second time. As I stood there completely defenceless, I debated whether I should make up a lie to explain the length of my absence or tell Ram the truth. After much deliberation, despite what I might have to suffer as a consequence, I decided to do the latter, as in my book a slave should not have secrets from his master. A confession would also add to my vulnerability, I realised, as my transgression would more or less give him carte blanche to do what he liked with me by way of punishment. As I began speculating on what form it might take, my cock involuntarily began to stiffen and by the time the lounge door opened, I was fully hard once more. Without saying a word, Ram put his arms around me from the rear, took hold of my nipples and began tweaking them so hard that I began to gasp and squirm almost instantly. But despite the pain, I kept my hands firmly on my head, telling myself guiltily that I fully deserved my punishment. My nipples had already grown noticeably bigger as a result of my master's previous torments, making me suspect he intended to make them more prominent still, so it would soon be obvious to anyone who saw them that they were my primary source of pleasure and could be used to control me. Pleased by my lack of resistance, he then lowered his hands to check out my genitals and upon discovering that my cock had already become erect, had me turn around to face him so he could slap it around as he interrogated me. "Have you been playing with yourself without my permission?" he began. "No sir!" I assured him, shaking my head. "Hmm!" he murmured sceptically, reaching beneath my hard-on to gather up my ball sack in his palm and tighten his grip around it before asking his next question. "Where the fuck have you been? It doesn't take twenty minutes to buy milk and cigarettes from a shop a hundred yards away!" "I met this Indian guy at the supermarket..." I gasped, "He must have noticed the holes in my jeans and worked out I was gay..." "So, naturally you had sex with him?" he deduced correctly! "Yes, sir!" I confirmed. "Where'd you go? The park?" he speculated, "I hope he doesn't live in my block." "He didn't take me anywhere, sir." I revealed, "He works there." "You had sex with Adil in the mini-market!" he responded incredulously. "If that's the name of the Indian lad who stocks the shelves there," I replied, adding apologetically, "I didn't get round to asking him his name." "Who fucked who?" was Ram's next question. "Nobody fucked anybody, sir. We just kissed and cuddled and he wanked-off while he sucked my dick and licked my arse!" I replied then added, "It only took a few minutes," as though that made it more acceptable. "Meanwhile, I'm waiting here dying for a fag without any milk for my coffee!" "I'm sorry sir, I guess I just got carried away. I don't usually get approached by Indian lads I fancy out of the blue. If I hadn't been wearing the torn jeans, I don't think anything would have happened..." "So, it's all my fault, is it!" he commented in mock outrage. I remained silent while he pondered what his next move should be. "Get to the bathroom this instant and sit down in the bath!" Ram demanded, turning me around and ushering me down the corridor, "You can take the blindfold off, but you're to keep your eyes CLOSED AT ALL TIMES - understand?" "Yes sir!" I replied, removing the blindfold and dropping my hands to feel my way past the numerous obstacles in my way until I reached the tub, then stepped into it and sat down facing the taps. "Should I turn on the water sir?" I asked naively. "Not yet!" Ram replied. There was a short pause, during which I heard the sound of a zipper being unfastened close by me, after which I felt a trickle of warm liquid cascade down onto my chest from above. Realising this was the punishment Ram had selected for me keeping him waiting and being such a slut, I guessed what was about to follow. "Shut yer eyes and open your mouth!" he demanded, as the smell of his urine hit my nostrils and he directed his fast-strengthening flow at my head and face, "This time you're going to drink my piss whether you want to or not!" "Now swallow it down!" he shouted, once he had filled my mouth to the brim and the excess urine had begun to trickle down into the bath from its corners. But I couldn't bring myself to do it until in his frustration Ram let go of his cock, pinched my nose between his finger and thumb and thrust my jaw upwards leaving me with little choice but to do as he demanded! "You have ten minutes to wash all traces of Adil off of you!" he announced after he'd made me swallow another mouthful and his flow had finally dribbled to a halt. "Use the hand towel to dry yourself with and make sure you rinse out your mouth!" he added, opening his bathroom cabinet and placing a bottle of mouthwash on the sink, "Then put the blindfold back on, get down on your knees and come and find me to beg for forgiveness!" Nine minutes later, I was contritely knocking on the lounge door for admittance expecting to receive the spanking of my life! But by this time Ram must have been feeling especially horny as he instead unapologetically went for the sexual activities that turned him on the most. After a bout of deep-throat cock sucking, interspersed with being slapped across the face, spat at and made to swallow his gob to make up for my sins, he quickly moved on to fucking me up the ass with precious little lube so that I squawked and moaned so loudly that he came even more rapidly than usual. "By way of punishment for your misbehaviour, you don't get to wank-off before you go today," the lad announced after withdrawing his cock from my ass, "Instead, you're going to have to do it out in the park behind my flat!" "You're to find yourself somewhere to hide, strip off completely, get yourself hard and then text me for permission to cum!" "Got it?" "Yes sir!" I responded, instantly turned on by the idea, which to me sounded far more like a treat than a punishment. "Great! Get dressed and let yourself out. I'll only be waiting for your text for the next ten minutes - so you better get a move on!" However, what I hadn't realised was that while I'd been scrubbing myself clean in the bathtub, Ram had been busy reducing my old Levi jeans to the size of a pair of hot pants and trimming the length of my T-shirt by a foot with a pair of scissors! Plus, there was no sign of my socks! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Hoping against hope that the two guys were not still working outside the building, I crept down the staircase and peered through the glass window of the outside door. Although the van was still parked in front of the block, its hood was down, so it looked as though the repair team had packed up for the day. A brief look beyond it, revealed scarcely anyone was around in the rapidly advancing darkness. However as soon as I pushed open the door, the security light above the entrance was triggered by the movement, ensuring that my undignified dash across the carpark was witnessed by half a dozen bemused kids in soccer kit who at that second emerged from the park after football practice. Having no option but to cross their path, I upped my pace in the hope they might mistake me for a late-night jogger. After entering the park, I spotted a wooded corner in the twilight, adjoining the now empty football pitches, well away from the flats and the lights now illuminating the main pathway. Aware that time was getting short, I sprinted off across the grass toward it. Although I realised there was nothing to stop me doing this of my own volition, should I take too long and Ram not reply to my text, I wanted him to know the risks I was willing to take in order to please him. There, in the darkness beneath the trees, in a small clearing partly shielded by shrubs, I hurriedly kicked off my trainers and deposited my car keys and wallet inside them. After a quick glimpse around to check no one had followed me, I took my mobile from my pocket and removed what remained of my pants and shirt. No longer bothered what happened to them, I spread them out over the damp ground, then lay down on top of them and commenced pulling on my dick with one hand whilst tweaking my tits with the other. "Pleas sir, cam I cum?" I excitedly mis-typed into my phone a couple of minutes later, after just a few tugs and tweaks had succeeded in bringing me to the verge of orgasm, so turned on was I by the outdoor location and the requirement that I seek his permission before progressing any further. Needless to say, there was no immediate reply, so I resumed edging myself in the hope that my master's assent would eventually arrive, only to be startled by my phone suddenly ringing loudly in the darkness. Guessing it must be Ram, I answered the call as quickly as I could, not least to avoid the noise being overheard by someone walking through the park. "Leave your clothes where they are and walk away from them, then text me again!" Ram's voice demanded, then he hung up. Realising this meant, if I was spotted, I would no longer be able to don my clothes and run back to my car to make a speedy getaway, I hesitated before complying. But soon found myself so excited by the additional vulnerability that abandoning my belongings out of reach would mean, that I strode off barefoot through the greenery until my possessions were out of sight. After lying down amidst a secluded patch of long grass which had probably been flattened by sunbathers in the daytime, I resumed edging myself before excitedly texting my master a second time, using the same words I had previously. This time, he replied more quickly and by text, but again included an additional demand designed to make my discovery more likely. "Take a selfie to show you have carried out instructions and send to me. Then another of your belly covered in spunk." Realising taking a pic in the darkness would require using my cam's flash and attract even more attention to my presence than the ringer on my phone had done, I rose to my knees and did another quick recce before pointing the cam at myself and taking two pics in quick succession to capture as much of my naked body and surroundings as I could manage. I then hurriedly sent the best of the two off to Ram and lay back down on the damp ground where I resumed pleasuring myself as I brought to mind the events of the evening, the demands of my master and the perilously public place I was obliged to humiliate myself in. Within moments, I came so forcefully that I found it hard to prevent myself from moaning out loud, so satisfying was the climax I experienced. As I gradually returned back to earth following my sexual high, I happily pointed the cam at myself a second time, this time homing in on the puddles of cum decorating my torso. I had just sent the picture off to Ram accompanied by a two-word text saying, "Thank you!" when there was a rustle in the bushes close by me and the two guys who had ogled my ass earlier emerged into the clearing. "We saw flashes and wonder what going on... " the taller of the two explained in an Eastern European accent. "Then we found these!" his mixed-race companion added in a distinctly Cockney accent, holding up my cut-off pants and T-shirt, while his fellow mechanic held up my footwear with my wallet and keys still visible inside them, "They yours by any chance?" he asked with a grin. Fearful they would take me for a flasher, intent on exposing himself to the teenage boys using the sports facilities, and unable to come up with any alternative explanation other than the truth at such short notice, I admitted they were mine and proceeded to explain, red-faced, that my boyfriend had demanded I take some naked pics of me wanking off outdoors naked and send them to him. "Okay, show us pics and we let you have your sexy pants back," the first guy offered with a chuckle, a proposal that I realised involved me handing over to them the last item of property that I currently possessed and trust them not to run off with it! "Thank you for finding my stuff, I was looking for 'em everywhere," I lied, obediently switching on my phone to display the pics I had just taken. "I'd be happy to give you a reward for finding them for me..." I offered forlornly as the pair drew closer to view the screen, desperate to give them an incentive not to take my phone away from me along with the rest of their booty and leave me stranded stark naked with no means of getting home - other than returning to Ram's flat in the hope he hadn't left home yet and begging him to let me back in. "Okay, we believe you!" the mixed-race guy conceded, after viewing the pics, "We're not interested in your money, but there's a favour you can do for us in return for giving you your stuff back!" he added mischievously . "My friend tell me gay guys better at blow jobs than women..." his grinning companion chipped in, pulling down the front of his oily sweatpants to reveal a monster of a cock and then wrap his fist around it to make it larger still. While I was wondering what else the pair might have lined up for me, his mate snatched my phone from between my fingers and began checking out the messages I had exchanged with Ram earlier. Realising I had little alternative but to comply with their wishes if I wanted to return home with my property, and what little was left of my dignity, intact, I made no attempt to retrieve it. "Bend over, slave boy!" his companion added gleefully moments later, after noting that I addressed my so- called boyfriend as "Sir" and jumping to the correct conclusion. "Yes sir" I replied resignedly, stooping down to take his pal's giant dick into my mouth while he aligned his own swollen member with my up-turned ass. To be continued... A free PDF version of this story is available by email from the author at barneybumpkin@gmail.com on request To read my other writing posted on Nifty look under "B" in the Authors tab or do a search for my name. If you like this story and would like it continue please let me know via email as I began drafting a sequel to this novel some time ago that has never been finalised but with a bit of encouragement from Nifty readers I might find the motivation to finish.

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Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2002 06:52:37 -0800 (PST) From: Brown Pete Subject: The Slave And The Electricians (auth) THE SLAVE AND THE ELECTRICIANS By Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com Read all of Pete Brown's stories in groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories FROM "JOURNAL OF CONTEMPORARY SOCIAL STUDIES" PREFACE The Sheikh and I have been close - no, intimate - friends for many years, since we first went up to Harrow together in the 60s. At that time there was very little tolerance of foreigners, and his very pronounced Arabic looks with dark shiny hair and a swarthy olive complexion, caused him to be the but of comment and ridicule. We shared a study together all the time we were there, and when he couldn't fly home for weekends off, my parents were always pleased to receive him at our Sussex home. Our close friendship continued whilst we were at Cambridge, and although we now only see each other about twice a year, each time we meet it is just as if the intervening time did not exist: we both count ourselves fortunate to have had a rock solid foundation on which to build a friendship which we know will last our lifetimes. His critics often accuse the Sheikh of being uncaring for his fellow men, and I would like to take this opportunity of redressing the balance somewhat by publicly acknowledging the extraordinary kindness and generosity he has showed to my family all his life. When my mother's affliction with Alzheimer's got so bad that my father was at his wits end to know how best to care for her, the Sheikh stepped in. He arranged for my mother to be flown to his palace in his private jet, and for the rest of her life she received the most amazing care from a whole team of servants dedicated solely to her welfare. As well as being extremely good for my mother, this relieved my father of all the stress and worry he had been under - there was no way that this level of care could have been paid for by the dwindling revenues from the Sussex farms, and my father had been terrified that my mother would have to end her days in a public institution. This extraordinary act of kindness on the part of the Sheikh did, I believe, contribute to my father living for at least five years more than he would have done, and his dying words to me were about those happy Sussex days of our childhood and early adulthood and the golden weekends when the sun always seemed to shine, that the Sheikh and I spent there. I say all of this in this preface because I know that some of my critics will accuse me of taking a far too lenient view of the practices in the Sheikh's kingdom that are the subject of this series of papers. Whilst I am his extremely close friend, and owe him more than I can ever repay, I wish it to be understood that this does not inhibit the impartiality that I have as a long-time researcher, and now Emeritus Professor, in the field of the social sciences. It is idle to pretend that slavery does not exist. Its critics always roundly condemn it, but is it necessarily a bad thing? Rather than rely on rhetoric and supposition, the purpose of these papers is to present findings on the way that slavery is practised today as an aid to researchers in the field. No system of human organisations can ever be wholly bad, as some of slavery's critics would have us believe. And whilst here are serious problems with the "human rights" aspects of the treatment of slaves, there is no doubt that many of them lead happy, fulfilled, contented lives - indeed, lives that are better for them than life as a "free" man would ever be. Using my privileged access to the Sheikh's kingdom, I have interviewed many slaves, their owners, and their users. Rather than pass judgement or voice criticism, at this initial stage of my work I am simply going to present the facts as I find them. Later papers will then critically examine this evidence and present my conclusions. As in all sociological research, it can be difficult to prevent the unconscious and deeply-buried prejudices of the researcher influencing the findings. Consequently I have decided to present these papers as a transcription of the extensive notes I took during my interviews. This first paper "The Slave And The Electricians", gives a good overview of the slave breeding system in operation, and of the way in which skilled workers can easily adapt their working methods to take advantage of available slave labour. In addition to my thanks to the Sheikh, without whose co-operation these researches could never have taken place, I'd also like to thank my devoted typist, Mark, who has spent many hours transcribing my notes. Pete Brown, London, January 2010 Note: As has been the practice for many years now, "bred" slaves are taught "Aralish", a mixture of Arabic and English. This thus makes them easy to command either by the Arabic-speaking natives of the country, or by the many educated and cultured owners of slaves whose international lingua franca is English. I have translated the comments in Aralish into standard English for two reasons: firstly, the unfamiliarity of the majority of my readers with Aralish, whereas most of my readers will have at least a good working knowledge of English. And secondly, the deliberately limited vocabulary in Aralish prevents the slaves from expressing many of their thoughts simply, without long circumlocutions as they try to grasp ideas and ideals which Aralish - as primarily a "concrete" language - is designed to prevent. In this paper we do not hear the slave 403 ever discuss "freedom" or "escape", as there are no words in his vocabulary for that: the concept that Orwell foretold in "1984" has indeed come to fruition in standard Aralish. But it is tedious, I believe, for my readers to keep hearing "bright red fruit with seeds that grows close to the ground" - Aralish has no need for "strawberry", as slaves are never allowed to eat food like that or even think of it as a food. Consequently when these circumlocutions arise, I note them the first time and then use the English word - I do not think that this detracts from the underlying truth or meaning of the slave's narrative. Similarly, I have modified the English of the two Electricians. They were honest, cheerful young workers from the East of London, and spoke with the common "Estuary English" dialect. I do not like transcribing dialect, and so have not elided the words as they did, or strangled the end of sentences. I have removed many tedious repetitive and irrelevant "I'nnit?" and "You know" interjections. But when a word that has a more precise shade of meaning was used, such as "geezer", I have not replaced it with "guy", "man", "bloke" or other synonym. They freely interchanged words like "cock" and "dick"; "fuck" and "shag"; "masturbate", "jerk off", "wank" and "jack off"; and "spunk", "jism", "load", and "cum". It is not clear whether these meanings are differentiated for the electricians, or whether it is just sloppy thoughts and an excess of American influence in their language, so I have left the words just as they used them in their conversation with me. Americans and those to whom English is not their first language may find the account of the two young electricians hard to follow, as they use many phrases and expressions not normally found in learned journals. If demand warrants it, I will consider preparing a translation of these more earthy expressions into "standard English". We all know that in sociological work the words that are used often hide deeper meanings. I trust that my editing of these transcripts leaves any underlying truths that there may be intact. THE SLAVE AND THE ELECTRICIANS, as told to Professor Brown 403 It's not often I can rest during the day, but the last part of the field, as it ran down towards the wadi, was a lot less stony than the top part. So the plough just snicked along and we finished ploughing it a lot earlier than the Overseer had expected. He went off to find out what jobs we were going to be assigned to next, but he was very good as he allowed us to take off our harnesses. So the six of us who had been dragging that big plough over the field all morning were able to sit on the narrow strip of grass beside the wadi, and the plough boy who had been guiding us joined us too. It was really nice to feel the grass on my ass and back - it's rare that a slave gets to experience anything other than concrete and straw underneath him, when we're bedded down for the night. As we sat and talked, we all wished that we could go and frolic in the wadi. It had been the usual very hot morning with the sun burning down out of the cloudless sky, and we were all hot and sweaty from the morning's work. We're all used to working outdoors all day of course, and we're all tanned a very dark brown so the sun isn't a real problem to any of us. But it would have been really good to have been able to experience the water on our bodies and clean away the dust and sweat that was all over us, even though the wadi was now only a trickle in the middle of the hot season. Unfortunately the Overseer had told us to sit and wait for him, so even though the water was there right beside us, we could not go into it. I'm 07016403, or 403 for short when there's no chance of confusion. My slave fuck buddies just call me 3 of course. My best friend, 806 - I always just think of him familiarly as 6 - was lying stretched out full length on his back, arms behind his head. I wanted to lie on my side for a change, so I took the opportunity to use his belly as a pillow, and lay at right angles to him with my head resting on his navel. 6 is a really hairy guy - lots of short wiry black hair all over him, and his "treasure trail" is particularly thick and luxuriant - it was quite scratchy on my cheek as I lay there. Although we're amongst the tallest of master's slaves (only the big Nubians he has for his formal pony carriage are taller) and extremely heavily muscled, 6 and I couldn't be more different in looks: I'm dark blond, and not very hairy at all - there's nothing on my chest, and the hair on my arms and legs is short and bleached almost white by the sun. As I lay there looking at 6's nice cock, I thought that he was so hairy that if master didn't order all his slaves to have completely shaved balls and pubic hair trimmed down to a uniform one inch, you probably wouldn't see his cock at all. That's one of the hallmarks of this estate - all the slaves are trimmed every three days: Master requires us all to have short hair (no more than half an inch), shaved cocks and balls as I've mentioned, and of course our asses and ass cracks are clear, too. We also get a regular trim under the arms, as master does not want to see unsightly longhair peeping out from under a slave's arms when he is working. As we lay there we saw one of those things they call aeroplanes go overhead. One of the Overseers once told us that the Masters go in them and travel to places that can be hundreds of days away if you had to walk there. I'm not sure he isn't trying to joke with us - you wouldn't get people going in one of those things, would you - it might fall out of the sky! And I don't think there are that many places to go anyway - and certainly not hundreds of days foot journey away. 6 and I talked about the aeroplane a bit. We decided finally that the Overseer must have been joking. After all, both 6 and I have been to four places - five unique places, when you consider we were born on different farms - and that's almost the whole world. My first five years were spent on Breeding Farm 27 - there were over 400 of us pups there, looked after by 20 of the brood mares. We could hear the screams all the time as the mares in labour produced new pups, but we were never allowed to see this. All we ever did see were the mares with huge stomachs looking after us - then, when they went into the delivery chamber to pup, they disappeared. But there were always fresh ones who came along to keep us pups cleaned and fed. The constant crying of the tiniest pups was a bit of a trial for everyone, but once you could walk and run it was a great life - we ran freely around the exercise yard on the farm and played all day. There was always enough to eat, and you always had another pup of your own age to snuggle up to at night. It was difficult to know the numbers of the other pups as we weren't then marked clearly - our numbers were on little medallions on chains around our necks. If another pup wouldn't tell you his number, there was no way you could find out as we didn't know how to read the medallions. You had to remember your own number as any of the guards could ask you at any time and would spank you if you did not remember it. I first met 6 when I was shipped along with seven other pups, who the guards said were now five years old, to Factory 30. 6 arrived on the same day in a batch of five other pups from the farm where he was bred. Life was a lot harder at the Factory: there were no brood mares to look after us, and we had to feed ourselves, and clean our dormitories ourselves. We didn't get as much time for play, either: we were much more regulated. Every morning we had to do an hours exercise, then we worked in the factory on the line. It was really boring - these big boxes came along a conveyor in front of us, and we had to take empty plastic cases out of them, put a shiny disk in each one, and re-fill the boxes neatly. If we broke any of the cases or - even worse, dropped any of the disks on the floor - the guards caned us! We did another hours exercise after we had been fed in the middle of the day, then more of the work in the factory, followed by another hours exercise before we were fed again and locked into our dormitories. Every day was exactly the same. As we had arrived at the same time, 6 and I learned a lot of lessons about life in the factory together - not to drop the disks, for example! And how to make sure we both got locked into the same dormitory as the other every night - the guards just counted out 20 into each room, and if you didn't want to get split up, you had to make sure you weren't the 20th and 21st worker in line! We were five years in the factory, and then moved on to something called "The Institution". All farmed slaves spent the last five years of their training here, and life was much tougher. For one thing, all the exercise sessions were now two hours long - I heard the guards saying that if we didn't lay down long, hard stringy muscles at this age, we would never develop properly later. And in-between we worked in the fields. All the fields at The Institute were worked entirely by gangs of slaves. Every morning 20 of us would be marched to a field, and then collared to the work chain by lockable collars. The work you did was very varied and depended on the season - digging, planting, weeding, and picking the crop. We didn't know what the stuff was - it looked very dangerous, as it was bright red and had a funny smell. In my first week when I was picking, I saw one of my fellow slaves going to taste one of the red things, but the guard knocked it out of his hand and caned him thoroughly. The guard said that all the strange things - he called them "strawberries" - I don't know why, as they weren't a bit like the straw in our dormitories - were needed by the masters who put them in the aeroplanes and flew them away. The guard said that in addition to stealing from our master, taking the "strawberries" would make us ill as we were only used to eating slave meal - that is all we ever got, at our three daily meals. During our time at the institute our bodies all changed - as well as getting harder and stronger and bigger, we found hair growing around our cocks and under our arms and on our faces. And our voices changed, too. It was worse for 6 as he is so hairy - he was amongst the first to show these signs, and was always being inspected by the guards. He was the first of our cohort to have to go for the regular weekly shaving with the older slaves. It was also scary because our cocks were all acting strangely, too: I remember the first time 6 shot a load during the night. He hadn't been touching his cock or anything, although he was snuggled up close to me. He shot all over me, and we were both worried that the guards would cane us both. But when they saw us both covered in spunk, they just laughed. We soon found out how much fun it was to wank each other, of course, and we still enjoy doing that today. During our second year there the entire complement of slaves was paraded on the exercise ground one morning, and two of the oldest slaves were brought out, hauled onto a platform in front of us so everyone could see, and then whipped. This is the first time I had ever seen a whipping, as the Institute's guards usually only used canes, and it was rather shocking to see how the blood spurted from the slaves' backs. The chief guard said that it was because the slaves had been found trying to get their cocks up each other's assholes - this was absolutely forbidden, he said, and we should all remember it if we wanted to avoid a whipping. We would all be doing this soon enough, but it was up to our masters, not us, to decide when. We were both in the same group that was sent off to the auction, too, in the month after we were told we had had 16 full years of growth. This was the first time for all of us that we had been any distance from The Institute or the farms and factories where we were bred and grew to maturity. We were loaded into a cage on the back of a fearsome iron machine, that set off with a roar and a terrible shaking across the desert. It was terrifying - it went at a speed that was incredibly at least three times as fast as a man could run. I have since been in a "truck" again, when I have been taken to away matches as my master's champion wrestler, but this first time we were all sick with the unexpected motion and all the other eight lads and I clung together in misery for the whole journey. A lot of us had erections as we went along, and I have since been told that "traveller's knob" is quite common. But we were so miserable and terrified that we couldn't even be bothered to enjoy each other's hard cocks on this first journey. We arrived at what I now know to be the auction house, where we joined 40 others from other slave farms and institutes also being auctioned for the first time. We were all "novices", as this was a sale purely for first-timers: lads who had reached 16. But in the cages we passed there were many other naked slaves waiting for an auction the day after. Of course I'd seen other slaves whilst growing up, as there were few guards and any rough work around the farm and in the factory was done by the normal slave gangs. But it was interesting to be able to compare our young bodies with the much harder, more mature muscles on these work slaves. I hoped that mine would soon mature so that I could be like them, as I found the sight of these tanned, lean, work-hardened slaves exciting. As we entered, an Overseer ripped off my medallion with my slave number on it, and checked me off against a list he as holding - I'd seen Overseers with lists and books and things before, but as a slave I was of course not able to read them as this was not something that slaves were taught. He then marked my number across my belly and my ass with one of those "magic markers" and told me to join the line of slaves that was making its way across the room. We went in long single file across the big room, with crowds of buyers watching us. The line went slowly, so there was slots of opportunity for the potential buyer to see us all and to note down our numbers on their auction sheet. Frequently the whole line would stop, as some slave's body was given a particular inspection: my own nipples were tweaked on several occasions, my balls cupped and felt, and my foreskin rolled back so that the buyer could see my shining cock head. It was funny for us slaves to see men dressed so differently - other than naked slaves, I had only ever really seen men in standard guard uniform before. But here there were all types - the things I know as "suits", and the "robes" of Arab costume were much in evidence. And some of the men were not men! They looked very different, and wore brighter and lighter clothes. These were women - I remember them vaguely from my first few years of life when the brood mares were supervising us young pups. It was funny really - I had never seen a woman in clothes before as the brood mares were of course naked at all times. I think that women should go around clothed - there's something wrong with a human body without a nice cock and balls hanging down; and I don't think that the pecs should be allowed to get so obscenely large and jut out from the body, either. So it's better it's all covered up. The actual auction process was very quick. After we had paraded around the room several times, we were held for a couple of minutes whilst the buyers took seats in front of a little stage. Then one by one we mounted the three steps up onto stage, stood there with arms above our heads, rotated all around so that everyone could see us from all angles, then stood still whilst the auctioneer recited details of my current height and weight, and gave brief details of my sire and my dam (he said that my sire was a first-generation captured German, and my dam was a first generation captured American. He also said that the records of all my "siblings" and "half siblings" were available so that buyers could see that there were no congenital diseases, whatever they are) . Then he called for bids and I was knocked down very quickly. Then off the stage, whilst the next slave was already mounting. >From the stage I followed the line of slaves out into a holding area, were there were cages for the purchases of each buyer. Looking at the number on my chest, the supervisor directed me to a cage with a couple of lads already in it, and we waited. To my joy, I was joined by 6! Our new master had bought us both so we were not to be separated after all - we had said goodbye to each other before the auction, as we did not expect to ever see each other again. The cage filled, and there were soon eight of us novices, plus 10 other slaves who had been auctioned the previous day and had been awaiting shipment. These slaves were all happy and laughing, as they were glad to have been bought by my Master - they told us that amongst experienced slaves he had a good reputation and was known to be fair - he was strict, expected total obedience, and lots of hard work, but provided the slave did his duty he was not ever punished arbitrarily. After some time we were herded out into the yard at the back of the auction house and into a cage on the back of one of those hateful trucks... It was a long journey to Master's estate, and I was sick again. But a lot of the more experienced slaves seemed to enjoy it, and shouted to other slaves as we passed them on the road. Of course with a lot of slaves together with no work to do there was a lot of play with each others bodies - the experienced slaves were even doing that thing that we had been expressly forbidden to do, and were fucking each other. 6 and I wanted to join in, but one of them said that we were still not allowed to as it was our Master who was going to be the first person to push his dick up inside me. It was forbidden for any slave to use a new "virgin" slave until after the master had had his fill. We arrived at our master's estate in the late afternoon, where I have been ever since - 12 years, I think as the master tells me I'm 28 years old. And he is indeed a good master- in those 12 years I have only ever been whipped twice - and each time I deserved it as I didn't obey a guard or an Overseer completely and immediately. Of course I'm talking about a major whipping, one that draws blood, the sort that's done in front of all the other slaves as a warning to them as well as a punishment to the guilty slave, and not just the tiny cracks and lashes that all slaves get all the time to keep them working right up to the mark. You expect the Overseer to use his cane, or his tawse, don't you, in the course of your normal work? On the day we arrived the estate the Overseer told us how lucky we were as the Sheikh's policy was to own slaves for life. Consequently we could be branded with our slave number and the Sheikh's ownership mark, and we wouldn't have to wear any medallions or anything around our necks with our numbers on. The only exception was for two of the novices - they were the type that the Overseers call "swimmers" - shorter than 6 and me, less heavily muscled, but good muscle tone all over. They were destined for something called the Master's pleasure room, and he liked the slave's flesh unmarked. Of course it hurt - when the white-hot branding iron was pushed into my left ass cheek I screamed and screamed before I fainted. It was just as well that I had been securely tied down on the branding table, else I'm sure the reflex movements I would have made to try to get away from the iron would have spoiled the crisp, clean brand line I have ended up with. But that was as nothing to the agony when my slave number - 07016403 - was branded, number by number, across my upper chest. Poor old 6 had it worse - he was hairy even then, and he had to have his chest shaved before they could brand him as the Overseers said that otherwise there was a risk of his chest hair catching on fire and severely damaging him. (Author's note: 3 was almost proud of his brands, and as he spoke he moved his body so I could indeed see the big circle containing the Sheikh's house emblem, with which I am so familiar: it appears on everything he owns, being embroidered on to the pockets of his shirts, forming the mark on the underside of the palace china commissioned from Villeroy and Boch, stencilled into the coachwork of his cars, painted on the tail fins of his planes, and so on). The branding hurt like hell as I said, but we were allowed two days to recover and the estate's physician smoothed healing cream over the sites to speed recovery. But they were still very sore when on day three we were cut. A lot of the experienced slaves almost protested when the Overseer announced that the veterinary surgeon was coming later that day to do the operation on us all - they wanted to keep their foreskins. But the Overseer said there were no exceptions - all the Sheikh's slaves were cut, as he believed that it was more hygienic as there was no possibility of your cum leaking and drying out under the foreskin to make an unpleasant smell. He also thought that a slave should have absolutely no secrets from his Master, and did not like to think of us having our cock heads "concealed" - there's no other part of a naked slave's body that isn't completely exposed to view, after all. I couldn't understand why some of the others are upset - although I was used to having a moist, concealed cock head and liked to feel my foreskin slide back across it when I jerked off, it was my Master's wish that I be cut: if that's what your Master wants done, that's what gets done, after all. It's not as if a slave has any choice in anything. The cutting itself was very quick. I was told to jerk off as that would help me avoid getting an erection whilst the operation took place, and then I was securely lashed onto a frame held at 45 degrees, with straps around my belly and thighs so my cock was immovable. The vet moved al little table in and placed my cock on it. He pushed my foreskin back, and fitted a small metal cap over my cock head, then rolled the foreskin back over the metal. "OK, now I'm going to cut", he told me, and I actually felt the scalpel go all around my foreskin, pressing into the metal guard. It didn't hurt that much, and I winced more than cried out. But I had heard my predecessors scream, and I couldn't understand why - until he bought up a glass container of some fluid and quickly dipped the bleeding end of my cock into it. It was a powerful antiseptic, disinfectant, and astringent to disinfect the cut and stop the bleeding - and that's what the screams were about. My own joined them, I'm almost ashamed to say, as the harsh fluid bit into the raw end of this sensitive part of me. So that's pretty much it. I started working in the fields like all the other young slaves, and on the estate there's absolutely no slacking - the guards and Overseers see to that. Obviously my body would have developed rapidly between 16 and 20, but the constant hard work and healthy diet gave me much what you see now.... (Author's note: 3 was clearly proud of his body, because as he spoke this he was gesturing at his magnificent musculature that sat so well on his tall frame) At 20 there was some talk of me going to the quarries, or receiving specialised training as a pony boy or litter bearer. For some reason, fortunately, I wasn't sent to the quarries. And the Master likes "matched sets" of slaves to pull his carriages and carry his litters, and there just weren't any others like me around at the time. So I was assigned to work in the gang I'm still in - we're a heavy-duty gang, that gets to do all the really hard manual labour around the estate. So we pull ploughs, load and unload trucks taking out the produce and bringing in supplies, mend the roads, dig the ditches: anything that needs real raw muscle power. We're kept together much of the time, as the Master has found from experience that a gang gets to know its own "rhythm" of working, and the strengths and weaknesses of its own members. That suits me fine - I'm still with 6 and it's good to work together as well as play together at night. But the real advantage of this work gang is that we are all bred slaves like me - so much easier. Some gangs are mixed with "captured" slaves, the ones they bring in and enslave when they're mature, and they can be a real pain. They're always whining, and tend to argue with Overseer. Then the whole gang might then get whipped, because the Overseer gets pissed off. And they don't join in properly with our games at night - they say something I don't understand about "not being gay", or "not being queer". I don't understand what they mean by this - I have always played with my fellow slaves ever since I could first jerk off - isn't it the best, most natural thing you can do with your mates? In a way I'm specially lucky as my Master has singled me out to perform two additional special services, so I can be of even more use to him. One morning a week taken I'm taken to the breeding shed and have to jerk off into a metal cylinder that's fuming with something. The first time I was there I went to touch it, and was told that it was so cold that it would stick to me, and I was not under any circumstances to let my dick touch it, although they wanted every drop of my jism to shoot into it. That's all there is to it, really - nothing special, just jerking off. Bit they told me it's really important for my Master as they want to capture my body type in the herd of master's slaves, as they want more of the tall, well muscled, blondes with blue eyes. Apparently my spunk is taken away in the cylinder and stored until they need it to fertilise the breeders. I've been doing it for seven years now, so I expect there's a whole breeding farm somewhere full of little pups who look just like me! 6 and I were talking about this one night as we lay in each others arms - he's always a bit pissed off the night before I have to go to the breeding shed as I'm not allowed to cum that night or the next morning, as they say I have to "save myself" for the cylinder. He used to believe this funny story that one of the "captured" slaves told us about new slaves coming out from the breeders when a slave's cock had gone up them and shot its load some months before. 6 is a bit gullible, and believed the guy for some time. I was always sceptical, because, as I said, breeders aren't built like proper slaves. But once I was on the breeding programme I was able to put 6 right and tell him that the cylinders were involved - everyone knows that a slave's cock fits so well down another slave's throat, and up his ass, that it's ridiculous to think of them going anywhere else. They wouldn't have been made the right length and thickness, would they, if you weren't meant to use them with your fellow slaves? In fact, although I love 6 and he's my best and oldest buddy, he is a bit of a worry sometimes. Frankly, although he's a terrific guy and can work the balls off everyone else in our gang - me included - so he's a really good gang member when we have a big project on a tight time schedule, he's just not the brightest of guys. Sure, he's always happy when some of the rest of us are a bit down some days. But there's something missing, somehow - he just doesn't always grasp things first time around. The guards told me that that's one of the reasons why he isn't on the breeder programme in spite of his fantastic body - they're concerned about his ability to execute complex orders first time, and get them right. So I look out for 6, I suppose I always have, and make sure he does the right thing: I can't bear to see him punished for fucking up. And I know he respects me and would do anything for me - if we're fucking or 69-ing, he doesn't even mind if I break off because there's a new hot slave in our pen that night who has made me an offer - well, at least he says he doesn't mind. It's the second additional job I like most, though. Four years ago when my body had really developed the mature muscles you only get in your twenties, the Master saw me working away one day and decided that I should be trained as one of his fighters. So when he has important guests and they have an after dinner entertainment, I'm one of the slaves who fights in front of them. Mostly the fighters are specially trained slaves like me - three afternoons a week I get tuition from a fighting trainer - but occasionally as a treat the Master arranges for newly "captured" slaves to fight: they always seem to have a really wild streak in them. I don't think they like being made to strip naked for some reason, and then fight with me, especially as those fights are always "fights to the fuck" where the winner is determined by the slave who first gets his cock up the opponents ass. I guess that shows how difficult it is for "captured" slaves to adjust to the life here. They don't seem to realise that they exist only for the Master's service. Or it could be that they don't want to get naked because their bodies are all different colours all over - it's as if the sun was never allowed to get to their asses or cocks at all in most cases, as even a slave with a tanned chest can have a completely white ass. I'm not surprised they're ashamed - I think a completely even tan, like I've got, is much better for the body. Our little rest on the grass was over all too soon, though, as the overseer came back. He made us line up according to height, then picked 6 and me and said there was a special job for us that afternoon as we are the tallest. Of course, he might just have been being nice to us - he's one of our regular Overseers, and he knows I "look out" for 6, so if he picks one of us, he'd perhaps pick both. He was in a real hurry, as he'd come back in a pony trap - and it was one of the "express" ones with a pair of those big black Nubians with the incredibly long legs pulling it. He tells 6 and me to run along behind, as he whips the pony slaves and we set off at a cracking pace back towards the palace. Even though we don't have the trap to pull, 6 and I are soon sweating - it really is difficult to keep up with those Nubians when they're in full flight: I suppose it's the special training they get, as well as their long legs, that enables them to run so fast whilst in the shafts of the trap. It's amazing -we actually go up to the doors of the palace, and it looks as if 6 and me are going to go in! I've never ever been in the palace itself before, as we are of course kept in the field slaves' quarters. And when I fight, they area always held in the special fight pavilion that has the slightly sunken fighting arena in it. After the two big slaves had opened the doors for us, we did go in. It was so strange, I can hardly tell you about it. The floor was smooth under my feet - not rough like the concrete in the slaves' quarters or the gravel of the estate roads. And it was cold! I've never been cold before - perhaps that's why the Masters always wear clothes. I've never worn anything, of course, as it's only those slaves who have special duties who ever get any parts of their bodies covered. But I can see why a covering would be an advantage here - little pimples came up all over me, and all the hairs on my arms and legs were standing up! It felt really strange, and when we were left for a moment outside the doors of a room whilst the Overseer went in, 6 and I hugged each other and rubbed each other all over to try to get warm. When he came out the Overseer laughed - he said something I didn't quite understand about what he called "air conditioning" keeping "an even 21" - he said we were used to the more normal 30 to 35. I've no idea what he was going on about. THE ELECTRICIANS I'm a London lad, born and bred in the East End. But my mate John is "up from the country" - one of those sleepy towns somewhere in Dorset. Like a lot of lads from outside, he got fed up with low wages and decided to chance it in the city. But he still went "home" every weekend, and stayed in cheap lodging during the week. I first met him when we were working on the fitting out of one of the new office towers in Docklands - in spite of being a bit of a country bumpkin at first, he's actually a real laugh. When I saw that he was alone most nights and went back to some poky room, I asked him to come down my local and meet some of my mates. He's a crack hand at arrows, and soon he was spending most evenings with us. I had a big bust up with my girl friend a couple of months later - she was really pissed off just because she found out I shagged one of her friends when I'd had a drop too much one Friday night. There wasn't anything in it- just a quick in and out as far as I was concerned - but my girl friend took it really seriously and threw me out. All my mates and the guys on the site thought it was a real joke - after all, the quick screw wasn't the first, as even a bloke who's living with a regular girl needs a bit of variety, doesn't he? They thought it was hilarious that I got found out - that was the real problem! But it was a bit more serious for me - I'd had to move back in with my mom and dad, and as well as there being not enough room for all my gear in their poky 10th floor flat on the estate in Bethnal Green, dad kept on at me about being out all the time. I think he's just jealous, really, as my mom only lets him give her one about once a week. I really needed to get out, and thought it might be time to get a place of my own. But prices and rents are just mad, even in the East End, especially as it has become fashionable. Then I saw the perfect solution - I told John we'd find somewhere together. It would be better than the lodgings he usually took and cheaper, and with him paying half the rent, I'd be quids in. I'd also got my eye on the fact that he went down to Dorset every weekend, so on Friday and Saturday nights I'd be able to shag away as hard as I liked, without having him moaning on about the noise coming from me and the tart in the next room. We got on well together, and living in the flat wasn't a problem - a couple of blokes can manage perfectly well with takeaways, the ready meals from Tesco, and pub grub. The place was a bit squalid of course as we weren't much into cleaning, but after a few weeks we got the single mom from the flat below to clean up for us once a week to supplement her social. I even thought of helping her "supplement" it a bit more in exchange for an hour or so in my bed in the evening sometimes when I hadn't had any luck in picking up a bird and felt particularly randy - but when I told John I was going to do this he said I was a silly fucker, and that before I knew where I was I'd be saddled with her kid and her - single mums never just wanted to screw, they really want a meal ticket until the kids are grown up. And, he said, she wouldn't do our cleaning as well if I was giving it to her. John never had a bird during the week - he had a childhood sweetheart down in the sticks, and they were going to get married as soon as he had saved enough for the sort of house she wanted. I told him he was a raving loony, to be working as hard as me and not having any fun. He didn't get to screw her on Fridays, as by the time he'd caught the last train to Dorset he was so late in arriving, and so tired, that all he could do was go to bed (he stayed at his mom and dad's, and she lived with her mom, and there was no way that they could get together when his train arrived at 10). Then on Saturdays they went for long country walks - and he didn't always get it then, as they had to do it in the fields as neither of their parents approved of sex before marriage. And you know Dorset - it rains a lot, so half the time there was no dry place for them to bed down in! Sunday afternoons he was back in the train to London, as it takes just under three hours and we start promptly at 7 on our site on Monday mornings. I told him his pecker would drop off from under use if he wasn't careful! John was always worried about money - me, I spent every penny I earned and was always skint by the next pay day. But John was saving hard (at least I could always rely on him for a sub) for that bloody house, and I felt really sorry for him. We'd lived in the same place for about a year, and he seemed no closer to getting hitched or anything, when he pointed out an advert to me in "Construction News" he was reading during our morning tea break - a bit of an intellectual, John is - he reads stuff with long sentences, not the tabloids with the page three girls the rest of us do! Look, before I go any further, I'd better put you right on one thing. You might think from what I've said about John not pulling birds during the week, not always getting his end away on Saturdays, and not looking at the tits in the tabloids, that he was gay: there's no way I could share a flat with a poofter. No, he's as straight as me, but, as he says, "I have different priorities to you, Steve". Whenever I needed anything to jack off to, I could always find some real hard core under John's bed, usually with the pages stuck together on the real pussy shots! And one night a week we usually hired a video from the man under the DLR track near our flat - he totally ignores those stupid video censorship laws, although he does charge a bit more than for certificated videos. And, believe me, they're really hard: it's difficult to imagine blokes and birds doing such degrading things together - I've never succeeded in getting any of my birds to do those sorts of things with me. Anyway, as I was saying, John sees this advert where they're looking for qualified electricians for big contracts in the Gulf. Not only are the rates of pay three times what we're getting in Docklands, but they say the salaries are tax free, and our flights there and back, and our accommodation whilst we're there, are all free a well. John says that within a year he could afford to get married, and that if I saved hard, I could even buy a place rather than renting when I got back. Then it occurred to me that he wasn't just thinking about going himself, he wanted me to go too! I was having too much fun, so I told him no. But he went ahead and made some calls, and went for an interview. He had a lot of forms to fill out, but, as I've said, he's a bit of an egghead so that's no problem for John. He kept on at me about going with him, but I kept saying no, and his departure day got closer and closer. On his last night on the job in Docklands, we all went down to the boozer after work to say goodbye - and we all took a sack full. There's one of those little rituals we always do when a mate is leaving - we pull his trousers and pants down in the bar, only for a moment of course, but it's a big laugh for all the other customers. After we'd done this to John and he'd blushed deep red (although why, when he's as well hung as I am, I can't imagine). Then they came over and did it to me! I told them I wasn't leaving - I called them a lot of queers, as they just wanted to take a look at my tackle - but everyone was so pissed no one took any notice. But when we got back to the flat that night, John confessed: he'd filled out all the application forms for both of us, and had sent in my notice to the site, too. So I was unemployed, but had a plane ticket to the Gulf the following Wednesday. I felt like thumping him, and shouted at him that he'd had no right to do that to me. But he actually looked pretty sorry. It was shitty weather, being February, and after a few minutes I thought "well, why not?" So I told John that although he was still a complete bastard, I would go. He looked really happy then - and must have been much more pissed than I thought because he told me he hadn't dared to go by himself - coming to London had been almost as much as he could bear, and there as no way he could go to a foreign country without "his one real mate" to support him. Blokes just don't tell each other things like that - that's what birds do, and it's why they're always so long in the ladies at clubs: telling each other everything. But I suppose I've always known John followed me - he never went into a pub by himself, but would always go if I suggested it. And he tended to eat the same things at me in restaurants. I liked him as a mate a lot, and didn't mind this - it was a bit like having a younger brother to show the ropes to (although we're the same age - 28). Well, to cut a long story short, we've been here six months now. I've actually saved a phenomenal amount - not just because of the pay and lack of tax, but because there's no fucking thing to spend the money on! There are no pubs or clubs (and no alcohol!). And absolutely no birds to pull and show a good time to - all the women you see are covered totally in those long robes, and never go out alone, let alone speak to a man. All we do is work - it's paid by the hour, so the more hours we work, the more we get. We watch the TV at night - most of the channels are in Arabic so we don't understand them. The only English channel is the dreadful BBC World with all those plummy voices going on about international crises all the time. They don't even have Eurosport, as they say it's sinful. We rent a film one night a week, but they're all heavily censored - not even the normal flash of a tit or bum you see in most movies these days - those scenes are all cut out, so it can make following the plot difficult. And as for the suggestion that we might have one of the ultra-hard videos we used to have in London, well, it's a laugh: one of the other blokes on the site said a trader was caught trying to smuggle them into the country, and was sentenced to having his hand chopped off. No one else has even tried since then. We have one day a week off, though - on Fridays, all work stops. And then we just sit by the hotel pool and brush up our tans. The hotel - oh , yes. We have a big double room with twin beds, and a huge bathroom, right here in the centre just around the corner from the office block we're fitting out. We can eat what we like in the restaurant, or have room service. We soon found out that the Arabs here are real lazy bastards - all the manual labour on the site is done by Indians or Pakis, and all the specialised trades like HVAC, electrical, marble fixing, and so on, are done by specialists like us on short-term contracts. They really don't mind paying over the odds to get experts in, as the Arabs don't seem to work much at all - I think they all get very generous welfare benefits from the state, from the oil. So here we are - piling up the money, and living a good healthy life style. It's a bit funny sharing a room for all this time with another bloke, but there's no problem. It's not as if we're fucking each other or anything, as we're completely straight. Paradoxically I think John gets more "sex" now than I do - he phones that girl friend of his every Saturday night - I go down to the lobby to give him some privacy. I'm almost certain he wanks himself whilst he's talking to her as there's that distinctive smell hovering in the air sometimes when I get back to the room. We both wank every day, of course, but only after we're in our own beds. You know how it is when blokes share a room - you fuck the five fingered widow, trying to keep the slapping noise down as your foreskin slides over your cock head. And you think your mate can hear you, because you think you can hear him! You both know you're doing it, because all young guys do, and you both know the other one knows. But you neither of you ever mention it at all, and you just pick up the screwed up paper hankies and throw them into the bog the next morning. If I'm very horny, I can at least have a good wank in the morning completely uninhibited - I'm a bit of a morning person, and always wake up, whereas John would stay in his pit until midday if I let him. I like to lie on my bed totally naked and toss myself off whilst John sleeps on - it's much better than having the sheets banging into your hand all the time. When I've finished, I shower and shave, and the lazy bugger still hasn't woken up, so I pull the sheets off him and slap his naked arse to wake him - that's the only way I can do it. He always sleeps face down, and then he has to try to get to the bathroom with me watching him trying to hide his morning hard-on from me. What a laugh - he's always embarrassed, every morning. It's not as if I haven't seen an erection before, after all. We usually work on office blocks being built in city - there's a lot of new construction going on at the moment. As soon as they have the frame up they put the glass walls on, then they can install temporary AC so that we can work in reason able comfort - it's not all that different from working in London, actually. But one morning the foreman said we could go to do a special job at a palace in the desert if we wanted to. I wanted to stay put, as it was so easy to walk across from the hotel to the site, but John said we'd never really seen the desert, so we said we'd go. I never realised how empty this country is - whilst we were in the city, provided we were inside, we could have been anywhere in the world . But once we left the town it was so different - people think of desert as just sand, but actually it's a lot more like pebbles and boulders everywhere. It was just as well we were in an air-conditioned Land Rover for the three hour journey, else we would have been boiled! When we got there, it was a huge place - you could see it shimmering on the horizon long before we got there - I went to Las Vagas once and drove across the desert to get there, and it was just the same effect: you think you're going to be there soon, but the air is so clear that your eye is deceived and it's a lot further away than you think, and an awful lot bigger as you eventually get closer. We went inside and saw the foreman of works, who told us the Sheikh who owned it was having the whole place brought into the twenty-first century, with proper air conditioning, and modern alarm systems, phone service, smoke detection, and so on. It was all being rewired as part of this, but our job on this occasion was to install those low-voltage spotlights in the ceiling of the Throne Room: even though they have passed their peak in the UK, they're still the height of fashion there, apparently. They're a big bore to have to install, as it's so repetitive: lots and lots of fittings, each of which has to have a cable connection and so on, so lots of wiring to be pulled across the ceilings. The Throne Room when we saw it was a huge place, and we were told that the design called for the installation of 700 of the spot lights! Well, there was no way we were going to get all that done in one day, and we told the bloke so. But he told us to get started, so we got stuck in. The Throne Room had been done up once before, in the early seventies, I'd guess, and there was already a modern suspended ceiling which theoretically made the job a whole lot easier. But the tossers who had installed the Air Conditioning at that time had done a terrible job - all the ducting was all over the place, and the blowers and chillers were placed everywhere - and the state of the cables leading to them was a disaster - they'd been badly installed in the first place, and were now badly frayed and corroded. We told the foreman that it all needed ripping out and replacing, but he said there was no time for that now, just to get on with the lights. The Throne Room was needed for some big ceremony in a few weeks time. They might look at the AC after that. John was really worried - I've told you he's a bit of a thinker - and didn't want to go poking around in the ceiling with our cables when there was all that dangerous stuff up there already, especially as it was all 415V gear because of the power requirements. He said there was no way he was going to work around that, so the foreman said if it would enable us to get on, they'd turn off the system whilst we were working. It was a real bastard of a job - each light needs you to drill a hole in the ceiling tile, mount the fitting, attach the cable, and then run the wire across the ceiling to a junction box. It's not difficult, but it's repetitive. And by lunch time we'd only done about 30. Part of the problem is that we had to keep moving ladders around, up to each new hole, then along to be able to thread the cables, then to the place under the junction box, and so on.... There was just no way you could speed it up with only two of us doing it. And it was bloody hard work - I was up and down those step ladders like a fucking monkey. We were soon sweating like pigs, as the temperature went up with the aircon switched off. We took off our shirts, and our Ts, but we were still much too hot. And working with your arms above your head for long periods is really tiring! Our jeans were getting soaked in sweat from it running down our backs and chests and into them - you know how it is, when you see guys working and the waistbands of their jeans are all a darker colour with the sweat. And as the damp spread downwards, it was really chafing (as both John and I like shaped jeans, not those baggies). I got so pissed off that I decided to take my jeans off, too - after all, my boxers were perfectly decent, and anyway there hadn't been anyone else around all morning. It felt really good to be able to move more freely, although it didn't really help us to get the job done any faster. We left our heavy leather work boots on - as you know, you always need to wear protective footwear on building sites - and we still needed our leather belts around our waists to hold all our tools. I suppose it looked a bit like one of those fetish things - guys in boxers, boots, and leather belts! At lunchtime the foreman reappeared, and saw us working stripped down as we were. "Good idea", he said. "There's only blokes here in the Palace anyway, as the Sheikh is really strict about allowing women anywhere near him." He'd bought us some sandwiches with him, and we all sat around eating them. He was from England, like us, and had been in the Gulf for four years now. It was just the same for him - high wages, no taxes, and he sent all his money home to his wife and kids who were having a much better life now than they did when he was working on housing estates in Guildford. As we chatted he told us he preferred working on these jobs out in the rich Sheikhs' palaces rather than on he office blocks in the city, as the Sheikhs were usually very generous and as well as his wages he often got a big present as a reward at the end of the contract. And he was able to use all the facilities of the palace - swimming pool, riding stables, and so on. He'd even been allowed to go hawking, and was full of the thrill of seeing the huge birds tearing their prey out of the sky. And, he said, in a confidential tone, "There are the pleasure rooms." H e saw John and I looking at him questioningly when he said this, and lowered his voice. "No, I've said too much. You lads don't want to know about that. Let's get you back to work...." We then explained about how slow it was, because of the need to keep moving the ladders constantly, and that we couldn't see how we were going to get it done faster. "I've got an idea", he said. "You lads start back to work, and I'll see if I can get someone to come and help you get up to the ceiling better." So John and I started working again, but he was back an hour later. Our eyes almost fell out of our heads, because he had these two big guys with him - and they were starkers! Two, big, tall completely naked guys. Now look, I'm not queer or anything, but even I could see that these blokes were something special - big, strong-looking muscles, great big cocks hanging down over low-hanging balls, nice looking and handsome. It was as if they'd stepped out of the front covers of the gay magazines you see on the top shelves of the newsagents, when you're trying to find a proper porno mag! The only thing that spoiled their perfection was that each of them seemed to have tattoos on his chest - I'm not one for tats myself, although a lot of blokes on the sites do have them. The two guys followed him into the room and stopped a couple of paces behind him. They each at once stood with their feet about a metre apart, hands clasped behind their backs, and heads bowed. "These two are slaves from the field gangs", the foreman said. "Just tell them what you want them to do. They understand some English - or, rather, there are enough English words in the language they speak so they can understand you if you give them simple, direct commands. But don't try anything complicated." "You mean they're going to move the ladders for us? I can't see there's much else they can do, unless they're skilled electricians. And if they were skilled, you wouldn't have bought us out here...." "Well, you could have them move the ladders. But I picked these out as they are the tallest we have - tall enough so that if you two sit on their shoulders, you'll be able to reach up and work. Then you won't have to keep getting up and down the ladders - just tell the slaves to move wherever you want, around the room." "What do you mean... Slaves? And why are these blokes naked?" "Oh, coming from the city I suppose you don't know. All the heavy work around here is done by slaves. And their owner, the Sheikh, always has his slaves totally naked - it saves all the expense of buying them uniforms and maintaining and cleaning them." "Yes, but..." "And in this climate there's no need of clothes anyway as it's always hot. So the only real purpose is for modesty, and slaves have no right to that - their bodies are completely at the disposal of their masters, so why be ashamed of showing it? And, as you've seen, it's only blokes around here - the Sheikh doesn't allow women. So we're all lads together here. You've seen enough men bollock naked at school and at gyms, haven't you?" "Yes..." "And anyway, look at you two! Just in those boxers, which are so soaked in sweat anyway that you can see your bums coming through the fabric. It's only a few square centimetres of difference between working in boxers and working naked. Just ignore the slaves - sit on them and treat them as moving platforms to help you get your work done. They won't mind - it will be a change for them from doing the normal stuff they do out on the estate - almost like a holiday! Standing here with you two on their shoulders will be a lot less effort than what they would be doing this afternoon out in the fields." "Well, I suppose we could try...." The foreman turned around and looked at the slaves and just said "Kneel". No "please" or anything, just the one word, and both guys obediently knelt down. "So who's going to have the blonde, and who the dark one?", the foreman asked us. I saw John standing there unsure of what to do, as usual, so I made up his mind for him. I went over and stood behind the big blonde guy, straddled his shoulders with my legs, and sat down on his shoulders. It's actually quite difficult - because you don't know where to put your cock! The last time I sat on a man's shoulders was when dad took me to a big parade up in London. But I was only a nipper then, and not only was my cock very small, but I didn't even think about it. Now my good-sized cock was going to be a problem - especially as I was thinking about it! And you know how it is when you think about your cock - it starts to go hard. And as it got harder, it was more and more difficult to decide what to do with it. I usually dress on the right, as they say, so as I got myself comfortable on the slave's shoulders I sort of hitched myself so my cock and balls went down the right side of his face. It did feel strange - because my boxers were already so wet, and the slave's shoulders themselves were covered in his sweat, I could feel the heat of him striking through to my arse - it felt almost sexual, somehow, as the only time your arse usually gets warm like that is when you're astride a bird. "Comfortable?" The foreman asked after I stopped wriggling. "As much as I'm going to be." "Stand up!", he snapped at the slave, who rose to his feet. Now I'm about 11 stone, so I'm not exactly a light weight, but this guy was strong - he stood up so smoothly that it's as if I wasn't there. "OK", said the foreman. "Try and fix a light." So I did - I told the slave things like "forwards" and "Back a bit" and "left" and "right", and it actually was quite good. It was just the right height to be able to get up into the ceiling, and it was certainly a lot easier than shinning up and down the ladders all the time. After watching me for a bit, John got up onto the shoulders of the other slave (who had remained stationary, just waiting) and he too started to ride the guy around the room to get a "feel" of controlling him. I don't know whether you have ever tried riding a guy's shoulders, but it's actually more difficult than it looks as you need to keep your balance - if you go forwards, you bump your belly into his head. But if you start to fall backwards, there's nothing you can do. When you're little, on your dad's shoulders, you can always grab his hair, or put your hands around his forehead. But neither of those things worked with this slave - his hair was just a brush over the top of his head, and there was nothing to hold on to. I needed both my hands to work of course, but even if I had a spare hand, I wouldn't have wanted to grip around the slave's head - if I had started to fall backwards, I might have broken his neck. The foreman solved this, though, because after he had watched me wobbling around a bit, he came over and tucked my feet around behind the slave's back, and then moved the slave's arms and instructed him to grip around my legs. It was even more warm and sweaty like this, especially with the hairs on the slave's arms rubbing against the hairs on my legs, but it worked - I felt a lot more secure. The foreman stood and watched us fix a few more of the lights, then said "You know, you're messing about unnecessarily trying to position these slaves as you want by telling them which way to go. Why don't you just guide them with your feet and your knees, as you would if you were riding a horse?" "What do you mean?" "Well, if you're on a horse as well as using the reins and bridle to control it, the rider gives a lot of instruction by pressing with the knees and kicking the flanks of the animal with his heels. You could do the same thing with your slave - although he hasn't got a bridle - but that too could be arranged - you could press with your knees, and kick him in the ribs, to guide him. Then you needn't keep shouting to tell him what to do. You can talk to your mate as usual, with all the guidance of the slave just coming from your body." So I tried it, but it didn't seem very successful. "The problem is those boots", the foreman said. "You lose all judgement about how hard you're pressing the slave. Take them off, and just dig into his body with your toes - I think you'll find that then you will be able to have a much more precise degree of control." "No, don't get down", he continued, "I'll slip your boots off." And he came up beside me and unlaced my boots, and slipped each one in turn off my feet. Then without stopping, he peeled my sweat-soaked socks off, too. I felt so embarrassed by this - you know how vile your boots smell when you take them off at the end of the day - you can't help sweating, of course, and in the tight work boots there's nowhere for the sweat to go so it gets really rank and pongs something terrible by the end of your shift. It's one thing to get a whiff of it when you're taking your own boots off, but another to inflict it on someone else - I don't really like it when John takes his boots off back in our hotel room, and he's my best mate! Now the foreman got a lung full of my boots, and I knew the slave would be, too - especially as my sweaty fee were pressing into his body. Once I'd got used to it, it actually was easier to drive the slave this way, and he soon learned that pressing my knees into his sides meant "stop", and a kick from one foot meant "go that way", and a kick from both, "forwards". I could see John had got the hang of riding his slave, too, and soon it was just like normal - we chatted away to each other as we worked, and were able to cooperage on pulling the cables and so on as we didn't need to think about commanding our work platforms at all. We made cracking progress, and the only problem was the temperature. The room got hotter and hotter, and being on top of the slave and with my legs wrapped around his body, it felt even worse. The sweat was absolutely running off me and I could feel the slave sweating underneath me, too. Little rivulets of our combined sweat were trickling all down him... And you know how water after a shower runs down your belly then makes its way along your prick and drips of the end, so it looks as if you're just finishing off after a leak? Well, both slaves were like this, and the sweat was dripping from their pricks and you could see little drops of it all over the smoothly-polished marble floor. We stopped for a rest after about an hour, as even though it was more comfortable working this way than using stepladders, our arms were still tired from having them above our heads almost constantly. The slaves knelt down to let us dismount - perfectly smoothly. These guys really were strong, as it's more difficult to go down gracefully when you're carrying a heavy weight than it is to get up. John and I were both dying of thirst after all the sweating, and we almost emptied a litre bottle of water each. After we had dismounted, the slaves had remained kneeling just as we had left them, waiting for further commands, I suppose. John said to me "What about those guys? Do they get a drink, too?" There were lots of the bottles of the mineral water standing on a table by us, so I picked up a couple, went over to the kneeling slaves, and said "Here - for you." The looks on their faces can only be said to be of pure astonishment - it's as if no one had ever given them anything like that before. They both tore open the bottles and downed the whole thing without stopping - their heads were tilted back, and you could see their Adam's apples bobbing up and down as they almost sucked the water in. When they had finished, I gave them another two bottles, and they looked even more amazed. They were able to drink this much more slowly, and looked as if they were really enjoying it. Now I know we had sweat a lot, but the way these guys drank it was as if they hadn't had any water for hours and hours - surely they would have drunk before the foreman brought them to us, I thought. And, if they were that desperate, why didn't they tell us so we could have stopped sooner and let them drink? They had continued to kneel, and it was time to get back to work. But my boxers were really chafing me now, they were so soaked with the sweat from me and the slave. I looked at the two slaves, and they seemed to be so much freer and cooler entirely naked, so as I went to remount I just shrugged my boxers onto the floor and gave my cock a little "flick" to free it from where it had been pouched against my balls by the fabric of the boxers. It immediately felt a bit cooler, and a lot easier without the damp fabric flapping around me. Now before I had been very conscious of the warmth of the slave as I settled onto his shoulders, but without anything at all between my skin and his, it was even more apparent. And there was still the problem of what to do with my cock - I went to push it to the right again, up against the slave's ear, but then thought I would try something else. I reached down and moved my cock up against my own belly, then wriggled forward so that it pushed into the nape of the slave's neck - I realised at once that this was a mistake - being surrounded by warm, moist flesh, it started to have a massive erection! I knew that the slave must have been able to feel my cock pushing into his neck, and was really embarrassed - I was blushing all over. But what could I do now - even if I reached down and freed my stiffy from between us, the only place it could go would be to the right, or the left. And I didn't want the slave to have to have my erection slapping against his cheeks. So I just ignored it, and, as they do, after a few minutes the erection went away. But in addition to the smell of the sweat wafting up towards my nose, I got the occasional whiff of cum - having my cock trapped like that had caused it to get a gentle massage due to the motion of me and the slave - not enough to cause me to cum, thank God, but enough to get the pre-cum flowing! I suppose it's lucky the slave's hair was so short and neatly razored off quite high up at the back - It can't be nice to have a guy's cum in your hair! John had not stripped like me - but, as I've said, he's a bit of a "follower" and after a few minutes more work when I could see that he, too, was getting more and more uncomfortable, he told his slave to kneel, got down, shrugged off his boxers too, and rode his slave totally naked, like me. We worked away and were making good progress, and were surprised when the foreman came back. The slaves knelt, and we dismounted. The foreman took one look at us and started to laugh. "What's so fucking funny, then?", I asked. "I'm just thinking that you two have adapted so well to the normal dress codes for those who actually do work here! You know, if you were both in better shape physically, didn't have those tan lines around your arses, weren't wearing those leather tool belts, and had your hair cut short, it would be difficult to tell you from the slaves. Although I suppose you haven't been branded, either." Up until now I'd thought that the stuff on the slave's chests were tattoos, and they'd both got some sort of design on their left arse, too. But I now went up and looked more closely and saw that they were indeed not tattoos, but brands! The flesh was grooved, and pinker than the rest of their deeply-tanned bodies. "Yes", the foreman said as he watched me. "All the permanent slaves here are branded. It's better than tattooing, as it's impossible to remove or go over with another design. So once a slave wears his maser's brand, he knows that he is the master's property for the rest of his life." "We're finishing early, aren't we? Me and my mate usually like to do a lot of overtime". "Well, you've got to stop now, as it's a three hour drive back to the city.... Unless you want to stop the night here", the foreman replied. "Well, I don't know...." "Suit yourselves. But if I were you, I wouldn't want three hours of jolting back across the desert, then three more hours back here tomorrow morning - you will have to come back, after all, as the job isn't nearly finished. " "But then, a couple of young guys like you, I suppose you have an exciting evening planned in the city.....", he continued. I could see the sense in what he said, and of course we had bugger all to do, other than that dreadful TV. I didn't need to ask John, as I knew he'd agree with anything I wanted, so I said "OK - is there a hotel here or something?" "No need. The palace has over 100 bedrooms, and they'll certainly put you up as guests of the Sheikh. He really does want his Throne Room finished, you know." "OK, so we'll go in working...." "Yes, but I've got to take the blonde slave away now, as he's working at his other job tonight and he needs to get ready." Progress was much slower with only one slave - naturally I took the dark-haired one, and let John haul the ladders around - he didn't mind. When the foreman came back a couple of hours later John and I pulled on our clothes, and followed him along corridors, up a magnificent staircase, and down more corridors. Everywhere was marble, glass and gold - completely luxurious. There wasn't a speck of dirt to be seen anywhere, and everything shone. However much labour must it take, I wondered, to keep all this up to this standard? You usually can't get cleaners at all, let alone those who can do work like this. The bedroom we went in to was even bigger and more luxurious than the huge one in our hotel. "There's everything here you'll need", the foreman said. "Shaving gear and stuff in the bathroom, and clean clothes in the drawers - if you leave your sweaty stuff on the bathroom floor, the slaves will have it laundered and returned to you by tomorrow when you leave. The stuff in the drawers should fit you - loose Ts, workout shorts, that sort of thing: nothing too tight or size-critical." "Order whatever you want from the kitchens on the phone. And you'll find that the in-house TV service offers a few things you don't get in your hotel: there's porno flicks on channel 10 to 19, and channel 20 has the available comfort slaves on display - prostitutes, I suppose you'd call them. There's no charge, of course, as you're guests of the Sheikh." When he went out, I couldn't wait to turn on the TV! Real porno flicks. And maybe we'd even have a prossie - I've never paid for sex before (and I suppose I wasn't going to pay for it now as the Sheikh was picking up the bill), but after so long without a woman, anything would be better than nothing! I wondered though how we'd get on - John is a bit of a prude, and I didn't think he'd like shagging away with me doing the same thing on the next bed! But when I turned the TV on, all the flicks were of men. Not a boob or a slit in sight - just cocks, balls, asses, throats: men doing everything to each other in all combinations. I couldn't believe it! And, of course, the comfort slaves on channel 20 were all guys, too: pretty stunning, I'll admit: all sizes and shapes from lithe lads to big muscled types like our slaves this afternoon. And all handsome, I suppose. They were all smiling as they stood around preening themselves and displaying their bodies for the camera - it was quite obvious they knew that people were watching, as they were all holding little signs that had big numbers on them, and a caption kept running along the bottom of the TV screen "Press the number of the slave you require on your TV remote, and he will be sent to your room immediately." John and I just sat there and stared at it. Well, one thing was certain: we weren't going to be having a prossie after all tonight! We were just talking about the whole amazing setup when the phone rang - it was the foreman calling to say that we should hurry up and order a meal as there was to be an entertainment in the Palace that night and hearing that we were there, the Sheikh had invited us. "But we haven't got any clothes...." "Just wear the Ts and shorts you find in the room", the foreman said. "We're very informal here. And as you'll see, you'll be over dressed compared with some of the men there!" So we decided to get going - I told John to order some grub for us - of course I had to spell out what we wanted - whilst I went to shower. There didn't seem to be any point in modesty any more after the day's work naked, so I just dropped my sweaty clothes there in the bedroom, in full view of John as he was on the phone. We'd never done that before - in our hotel room we always dressed and undressed in the bathroom. In the huge bathroom there was a walk-in shower - a frosted glass door opening into a big area tiled from floor to ceiling and with a drain hole in the centre. There was one of those giant "deluging" shower heads in the ceiling, but no obvious way of turning it on. I looked all round, and was just about to give up when an opening appeared in the wall opposite the door: I saw that another door had been concealed there, tiled over. Two men came out - like me, totally naked. I thought that this must be a bathroom shared with the room next door, and they were just about to try to shower too. But then they dropped to their knees, just like the two slaves we were working with earlier on, and I saw they had those numbers tattooed on their chests as well. If I liked men, these two would have been fucking gorgeous: they were almost twins, about 5'10" tall, very well muscled (not hugely built up, but lean and lithe so you could see there was not an ounce of fat on them and all their muscles were sharply defined), tanned a deep honey brown all over, very short cropped hair, and bodies completely hairless except for a very small patch on top of their cocks - it looked as if their pubic hair had all been shaved off except for a strip about three inches long and an inch high, and this was trimmed short. It seemed that you were supposed to get he idea that they were fully mature with lots of pubic hair, without it actually spraying all over the place. They were smiling at me, and the water suddenly started pouring out of the shower head. One of the slaves got to his feet in a single smooth movement, and stood there feeling the water splash over his naked body, until he judged that it must be at the right temperature because he then came over to me and took me by the arm and led me under the water. His companion joined the two of us as we stood there, and then the two of them started to soap me all over! I nearly freaked out - two naked guys going all over my body with their soapy hands. And I mean ALL over - they didn't seem a bit embarrassed about gently massaging my cock and balls, or sliding a soapy hand down my ass! I'd never had anything like this before - you never touched the other lads in the showers at school or after a football match. And most of the birds I'd been with didn't want to feel you like this either. And when one of them reached up and started shampooing my hair, it was amazing. His strong fingers massaged my scalp, and it somehow felt so natural, so right, that a man should be doing this intimate service for me. And as he reached up, he had to get quite close because we were about the same height and he needed to be able to reach. That meant that his cock, that was swinging around as he moved and soaped me, kept bumping in to me: it was somehow all very sensual, and my cock started to spring to life. Fucking hell! Was I getting to be a queer or something, to get a hard on when a couple of naked guys were massaging me in the shower? One of the two men saw my erection, and the next minute he was on his knees in front of me. He washed the soap off my cock, and then he had it in his mouth! Of course I've had BJs before - sometimes you can get a bird to blow you - but never standing up. And never like this - I suppose that actually it's only a man who can really give a good BJ as he himself knows what it feels like as the tongue runs over your cock head, the teeth carefully nudge the flange of your head, and that sensation as the tip of the tongue is flicked at your piss slit. But there was a problem - as I reached my climax - amazingly quickly - I felt my knees literally go weak: you know how it is if you try to wank standing up, because we're all used to doing it lying on a bed or slumped in an arm chair. I thought the slave would pull away as I thrust forwards towards him as I bent my knees slightly to ease the funny sensation in them, but he obviously interpreted this as my wanting to get more into him, because he reached his hands behind me, cupped one of my arse cheeks in each hand, and pulled me tightly into him. I could feel his nose poking through my pubic hair and reaching my skin just above my cock, he was pulling so hard. It was more than I could bear, and I felt myself starting to cum - and then shot a huge load out into his throat. He made no attempt to pull away, and kept sucking - and then I was in real problems, because you know how sensitive some men's dicks get when they've just come - well, I'm just like that! After I've shot the first bit, I need to stop wanking or whatever and let the "after spurts" just happen naturally. But the slave kept sucking at me and running his tongue all over my cock head, still buried in his mouth. I cried out - not so much in pain as with an amazing ecstasy, and I could feel my second and third spurts going into him too. My great shout - yes, it was pleasure - must have startled John because he rushed in, also naked as he was going to shower straight after me, and saw one of the slaves with my cock down his throat, and the other one standing right behind me with his arms around me to help me stand up! I thought John's eyes were going to pop out of his head. But, well, you know, I don't like to look like a complete idiot, so I said to him "Your turn now!", and pulled out from the slave. "Go on, then, shower!", I told John as I stood there recovering. And of course he did as I told him. At once one of the slaves started to soap him, whilst the other one brought a big fluffy white towel over and wrapped me in it and massaged me dry through it. I think John wanted to tell the slave to stop, but I carried on watching him and he knew that the slaves must have been washing me in the same way as they were now washing him, and so he didn't say anything (he always tries to do what I do!). And he didn't even protest when the second slave stopped drying me to go over and start sucking him! I though it best to give him a bit of privacy then, so went out into the bedroom. He came out a few minutes later, and he looked as shattered as I had. "Fucking marvellous BJ wasn't it?", I said to him as I thought it best to keep the thing out in the open and not try to hide it. "But don't worry - I won't tell that girl friend of yours!". "Christ!", John burst out - I knew it must be something important because he usually didn't swear other than to use "fucking", as we all do - "No one's ever done that to me before. I can't believe it." "You mean that girl friend of yours doesn't blow you?" "No, of course not. Never" "But what about the girls you knew before her?" "They didn't either. One of them wanked me once." "Well, now you know what it's like. But, as someone who's had their cocks in a lot of mouths, let me tell you that you've been spoiled for the rest of your life. It will all be down hill for you, as every other BJ you ever have will never be as good as that one. It's just as if those two guys were specially trained to do it!" Still naked, both of us decided to go back and ask the guys more, but when we went back into the bathroom, it was empty and the men had gone. Surely it couldn't be possible that they hung around somewhere waiting to go into bathrooms whenever men wanted to shower? We thought about phoning, but couldn't think who to phone. So we looked at the clothes in the drawer, and found they were all as the foreman had said: Ts and shorts - but silk Ts, that clung to our bodies like a whisper, and those loose, tightly-knitted shorts you wear in gyms. The only thing was there were no boxers or briefs or anything - John said he supposed it was because of the heat, and it was better to "hang loose" inside the loose-fitting shorts so that the air could circulate around your privates. As we finished dressing, there was a a knock on the door, and without us having to say anything it immediately opened and two waiters came in with our meal on a trolley. You could tell they were waiters, because they had black bow ties around their necks - but their only other item of clothing was a tiny black silk G-string that only just covered their genitals. Both of them were impressively well hung, and the tiny pouch was strained to its utmost to contain them - you could see everything through it, including the fact that, like the rest of their bodies, they were totally shaved. They didn't even have the little patch of pubic hair left above their cocks as the young slaves in the shower had. Both John and I were too astounded to say anything, as they put the dishes out onto the table by the big window, then bowed deeply to us, and left. We just sat there and eat - we couldn't think of anything else to say or do. And the food was amazing. We'd only asked for ordinary grub, but the chef they had at the palace had just done it differently, and we stuffed ourselves like pigs. They'd even given us a couple of bottles of ice-cold lager each (the first alcohol we'd seen since we came to the country), and we drained those in double quick time. We ate every scrap - and they really had given us a lot. We sat down on the sofa afterwards belching away, and we even had another look at those porno flicks. They didn't look so disgusting when you'd got a good meal inside you and were happy and content- you could see that all the blokes were really good looking, nicely hung, and they all seemed to be enjoying themselves hugely! John said he still thought it was disgusting, but I pointed out to him that if there had been a camera in our shower a short time ago it would have made a good scene for one of these movies, so he shouldn't go on about it too much. There was another knock on the door, but this time it didn't open so I went to see who it was. It was the foreman, and like us he was in a T and shorts. "I just came for you lads to show you the way to the entertainment", he said. "It's easy to get lost in the palace, as it's so huge. And anyway it's across the courtyard, in the banqueting suite." As we walked through the palace he went on "About 20 of the Sheikh's closest friends have been invited to a banquet this evening, which is just finishing. His highness sends his apologies that you couldn't attend the dinner, but they were discussing their strategy for oil prices for the next five years over the meal, and it was inappropriate for Westerners to attend. But he hopes you will enjoy the after-dinner entertainment." "You lads are lucky, you know. It's not many people get to see 'the real thing' as you will. I had to spend a year here before he first invited me, and I wouldn't miss out on it for the world now." We started to ask him exactly what this entertainment was, but we arrived at the doors to the banqueting suite - two ceiling-height doors each about four feet wide, and each with a naked black man standing in front of them. John and I gaped, but the foreman didn't slow down or even appear to notice much - as we got close enough, the blacks stepped smartly aside and pulled open the doors just as the foreman got to them: just like those electric door openers we are used to in big stores, but slave powered. The room was huge, and basically square. The walls were hung with thick hangings of silk in all the colours of the rainbow. In the middle of the room the marble floor was lowered to a depth of about three feet, to make a sunken area approximately fifteen feet square. There were steps leading up from this sunken area on all sides, so if you wanted to go to one part of the room to the other, you didn't have to go around it. The area surrounding this pit was furnished with sofas, and on each one there was an Arab sitting or sprawling. A naked slave (I was getting to recognise slaves now, just by looking to see if they were branded) came up and led the three of us to another sofa that was at the back of the room, behind the others. The Arabs on the sofas were all being served food and drink by "waiters" who, like the slaves who had served us earlier, were all dressed in bow ties and tiny posing pouches. "See", the foreman told us "Dinner is basically over. The waiters are just offering sweetmeats and savouries, but they're mostly being declined. The Sheikh insists that waiters, or anyone involved in food service or preparation here at the palace, is totally shaved - he found a pubic hair in the pastry he has for breakfast one morning, and said it was never going to happen again. And the waiters have to wear those tiny pouches so that if they do get an erection, there's no risk of the food being contaminated by their precum. I looked around and just sat and watched the incredible scene - there must have been at least 40 of the near-naked waiters serving the Arabs. Then I noticed that one of the Arabs - a big fat one - who was sprawling on a couch near us had beckoned a waiter over to him. The man stood in front of him, and the Arab reached out and first fondled the slave's cock through his G-string, and, clearly finding it pleasing, then ripped the string off so that the slave was naked except for his bow tie. He snapped something at the slave, who reached down into the Arab's robe and clearly was stimulating him. The slave then moved so he was astride the lap of the fat Arab as he lay there sprawled, and lowered himself onto the Arab's cock! The slave then started to move up and down and you could see all the muscles in his thighs straining as he did so, gently raising and lowering himself so that the Arab's cock slid smoothly in and out of his arse. The Arab would say something to the slave from time to time, and each time the slave altered his pace - sometimes going slowly, sometimes fast, and clearly sometimes just having short "strokes" whilst at other times the Arab's cock must have been slamming into the poor chap. It seemed like the ultimate way to be really humiliated: being told exactly how you should move to cause the Arab the maximum pleasure as he fucked you. The slave was obviously under great strain as he tried to maintain his straddled posture and obey the Arab in relation to how he was to move, and it went on and on. It took about 20 minutes before you could tell form the look on the Arab's face that he had cum. Then he snapped something else at the slave, who at once got off the Arab's cock, bent down, and we could see him licking the big fat cock clean! Fancy having to clean a man's prick with your mouth and tongue when it's been up your arse, I thought, and it almost made me puke. The foreman saw me looking disgusted, but said "Don't worry, as we make all the waiters have thorough enemas before serving. So if a master does choose to fuck them, they can clean the master off as there will be very little shit on their cocks." Well, ha bloody ha, that's all right then, I thought! They might have been waiting for the Arab to finish - I think he was one of the guests of honour, because as soon as the waiter had finished with him, the lights in the room dimmed and spotlights above the sunken area came on. Four big naked slaves then entered, hauling something about four feet square and seven feet high on a small trolley - we couldn't see what it was, as it was covered with a big sheet of white cotton fabric. The slaves went and stood in that position I had seen our two adopt - hands clasped behind their backs, feet apart, and heads bowed, in the four corners of the area. One of the "Overseer" types in full Arab rig went up to the fabric and with a big flourish pulled it off. We all gasped, because underneath there was a cage made of steel bars, and inside the cage was a Marine, in full military uniform. The guy was clutching the bars and shaking them, as if trying to get out. He blinked in the sudden light, then must have caught sight of the four big naked slaves standing there, because he abruptly stopped moving and his mouth fell open as if in shock. The Overseer went up to the cage, and I think he must have been wearing a concealed radio mike because even though he was clearly speaking quietly, all of us in the audience could hear every word. "Welcome, Marine, to the entertainment centre in the palace of his Highness the Sheikh. You are here tonight not to see the entertainment, but to participate in it. Fully participate in it, I may say. You were captured whilst on a secret infiltration mission to our country, and your comrades who were captured with you have all been dispersed to other Sheikhs by our gracious ruler as 'thank you' gifts for their loyal support of his regime. You should abandon any hope of being rescued, as your government is not even looking for you - your mission was secret, and when it failed, they can't admit to the world that it was even going on." "You have been abandoned. Totally. Newspapers in your country have even reported the deaths of a small group of marines in a 'training accident' at your home base. Your only hope now is to co-operate fully as a loyal 'servant' of our merciful Sheikh." "Your first duty as his new 'servant' is to show off your fighting skills. We have assembled here tonight a group of connoisseurs of hand to hand combat, and you are to demonstrate your art to them. You will fight the Sheikh's chief wrestler, 403." Then in a louder voice, he called "403, enter the arena." Very dramatically, lit by a following spot, 'our' slave came out of the shadows in the corner of the room and walked serenely and proudly into the arena to stand in front of the cage. "Now, Marine", the Overseer continued, "you have seen your opponent. Take off your clothes so that we can let you out of the cage and the contest can begin." "FUCK YOU!", the Marine shouted, and the radio mike picked up his words and carried them all around the room. "I'm not stripping in front of a load of queers, or fighting in the nude as an entertainment for you. In fact, I'm not going to fight at all, naked or clothed. I'm a prisoner of war, and I demand my rights under the Geneva Convention." "Marine", the Overseer replied in his calm voice, "I caution you to obey the Sheikh's wishes, as your future life will very much depend on his kindness. You are not a prisoner of war, as there is no war. And, as I have told you, your country no longer cares about you. So get naked, so that we can all see what sort of a man you are. Then come out of your cage fighting, and try to beat 403 here - although I have to warn you that he is an expert." "AS I SAID, FUCK YOU!" The marine shouted, and shook the bars again in anger. "This is your last chance, Marine. If you do not voluntarily unclothe, we will make you, forcibly. And you assuredly will fight 803 here - all our fights are what we call 'finish on a fuck', that is to say the fight is only over when one of the fighters gets his cock completely up the nether regions of his opponent. If you do not fight, 803 here will have an easy time of it. Whilst it will not be as entertaining as seeing a fight, 803 has a very pleasing body and seeing him take your virginity - I assume you are a virgin - and shoot one of his massive loads of cum up inside you will be almost as good. Now, unclothe!" The marine did not say anything, but in an act of sheer defiance simply turned around so that his back was to the Overseer. "Very well... Slaves...." The Overseer said. The four big naked slaves who had been standing in the corners approached the cage, and the door was unlatched. They reached in and pulled the Marine out, and in spite of his violent attempts to prevent them from doing so, they quickly and efficiently stripped him completely naked. I suppose that there's a point when a man knows he's beaten - these four slaves were big and tough, and had obviously done this lots of time before. I suppose even the best fighter knows he can't hope to win against four opponents who are all trained to act as a team, so they don't get in each others way, and so conserves his strength and avoids getting damaged in the hope that he can face better odds later. This certainly seemed to be the case for the Marine, who after his initial skirmish with the four slaves effectively became completely passive and let the four men take all his clothes off - they weren't at all gentle, and it looked as if they were tearing his shirt off as buttons flew out, and they yanked his trousers and pants down together, and pulled them over his feet whilst one of them pinned his back down to the ground. We were all treated to the spectacle of his arse hole as his legs came up as the trousers were pulled off. A couple of minutes later he stood there, his hands held in front of his cock as if to hide it, glaring at our 403. 403 Well, what a day it turned out to be. First, being taken into the palace. And then working with those masters doing things with the ceiling. It felt strange to have a master sitting astride my shoulders at first, and I could hardly keep up with all the shouting they did to get me to move around. I was worried about 6, in case he understood less, and they ordered him to be whipped as they would think him to be disobedient. But after the master who seemed to be in charge of the other masters spoke to them, they took their boots off too and then started to guide us by pressing into the ribs with their knees, and kicking into my back with their feet - it was a lot easier. I know it seems strange to some people that one master would be in charge of another, and yet the one master did seem to give orders to the others. Yet all three were masters, because as two of them were only wearing shorts, I could see that they had no ownership marks on them. Compared to pulling the plough, carrying the master was really easy work. And although it was hot in the palace so I was sweating all over, at least I was not out under the burning sun for a change. It was surprising to see how much like a slave a master really is when he is almost unclothed - the master on my shoulders looked just like me - very little hair on his body, nice pecs carried high, with good tits, a flat stomach, and long thin toes. Of course he was not nearly as well developed as I am, and he was a lot shorter. But a few weeks of heavy toil could easily turn him into a good-looking slave. Late on, when he took off the shorts and sat his naked ass directly on my shoulders, I saw that he was even more like a slave - he had been cut. This added to the mystery - why would a master be cut? (although I saw that the other master, the one sitting on 6, had not been ordered to be cut as mine had). The master had an erection as he sat on me, and he tried to get comfortable by first sitting with his cock pressing against my left ear, and then the right one. Finally, he pushed it up between his belly and the back of my neck, and I could feel its silky soft firmness nestling in the nape of my neck. I always think a guy's cock feels lovely - it seems to have a completely different feel to it than any other part of his body. I liked its warmth against my neck, and I must remember to do this to 6 when we next get a chance to play together - I've put my cock almost everywhere else on and in his body, but never there before. It will be exciting for him, I know. Master was sweating just like I was, but his sweat smelled different. Most of us slaves have sweat that smells the same, as we're always fed on exactly the same food. But I've noticed that masters' smells vary from day to day, and I think it depends on what they've been eating. This master's sweat smelled excitingly different, and I longed to be able to lick my tongue all over his body so that I could savour it to the full. With his cock and balls so close to my head, I also kept getting whiffs of the exciting "man smell" that comes from those areas - you know how it is, wen you press your nose up between your playmate's thighs, and then on and up between his cock and balls - there's that unique scent there that's found on no other parts of the body. Some of the slaves in my gang like to suck at each other's arm pits, bit I don't think you can beat the good rich man-smell from cocks and balls that are sweating heavily. I really wanted the master to turn around, so I could bury his cock deep into my mouth and really get the full taste as well as the smell. When they stopped to have a drink, the masters did a quite extraordinary thing. 6 and I remained kneeling having gone down to let them dismount from our shoulders ( they did not give us the command to allow us to rise). We were both dying for a drink - it was hours since we had last had any water, and we had been sweating heavily all the time we were working. The masters stood there swilling the water down, and I could even smell its sharp, clean smell, I was so desperate for it. Of course we couldn't ask, as slaves do not beg masters for anything. But it was as if the masters knew we were thirsty because they brought some of the water over and gave it to us! No master has ever done anything like that for us before, no master has ever considered that we too might need watering. I thought 6 and I would work for these masters all day, and if we were lucky and they saw we were hard workers, who knows, they might buy us from the Sheikh and take us under their protection - although the Sheikh is a considerate master, he does not think about his slaves in the same way as these masters thought about us. Any slave would be grateful to be owned by these two. I fervently hoped that if they were only able to buy one of us, it could be 6. I can look after myself as well as any slave can, but 6 needs someone to look out for him, as I've said. I'm always worried that we will be separated, but if it was to two masters like these, I could stop worrying. The fight that evening was going to be a special one. I know most of the other masters' champion fighters because we have all fought each other several times, but an Overseer told me that tonight I was to go up against a "wild" slave, in fact a soldier who was a crack fighter and who had only been captured the day before. I hate these fights, as the guys just don't know how to behave in polite society, and I'm always worried that they will upset the audience of masters and we'll both get punished - you know the sort of thing I mean, they stand their with their hands over their cocks, so the masters can't see them properly, and when we do get to fight they fight dirty, trying to punch and chop you, instead of just wrestling. So I knew I was in for a bad time. It was worse than I thought - first of all, he refused to take his clothes off in the cage - how did he think we were going to fight? He was shouting and screaming obscenities, and the four arena slaves had to go in, pull him out, and forcibly strip him: you'd have thought that would have been humiliating enough. But then he stood there concealing his tackle from the masters with his hands, as if they had no right to get a good look at him! It's stupid anyway, as well hung men, and he was well hung, can't really cover all of themselves with their hands and it just makes them look ridiculous. Although they told me he was a freshly-captured slave, he must have been a master fairly recently as once he was nude you could see that the sun had not tanned him equally all over. He was three different shades! Very dark lower arms, hands and face. Lighter body and legs, and pure white around his cock and ass. It shows how sensible masters are to have us slaves naked in the sun - this guy really did look ridiculous with these kind of "stripes" of tan over him! He wasn't shaved, of course, and his uncut cock hung down from a big forest of black pubic hair - it stretched right across from thigh to thigh. He had quite a pronounced treasure trail, too, and a lot of hair all over his chest. He stopped his shouting when he saw me, but when I went over to him and wanted to help him oil up the parts you can't easily reach yourself, he started again. And it shows how he was uncivilised - he went to hit me when I poured some oil into the palm of my hand and went to rub it on his ass. Fancy hitting out at your opponent when the fight hasn't started officially! Personally I don't like fighting all covered in oil, as you can't get a proper grip on your opponent as his body slithers away under yours. But an Overseer once told me that the masters think it's better for two reasons - firstly, a slave's body looks nice when it's oiled and picked out by the spotlights in the arena; and secondly, it makes the bouts last longer and there is more of a chance for a weaker fighter to overcome a stronger one, as the strong guy has less of an advantage. Of course, as the masters want it that way, I fight that way. And it does mean that your cock is already slicked up for your opponent's ass - it's difficult enough fighting to the fuck as it is, keeping the opponent subdued whilst you go up him: if you had to try to slick your cock as well, it would be almost impossible. And as a professional, I don't like to think of going up my opponent without any lube at all - the aim isn't to cause the guy pain, after all! Anyway, I put an extra dose of oil all over me, and as soon as the arena slaves had pulled the cage away, the Overseer looked at us and told us each the traditional rules "Fight to the fuck. One cock up one ass ends it." The other fighter screamed stuff at the Overseer that I didn't understand. But then I think he saw there was no escape as he saw the arena slaves and the guards all around the room, so he shut up. I went into the normal crouching stance, but he held his hands out in front of him - I've had these captured fighters do this before - they try and strike you in a special way - and you have to be careful, because if their hard hands hit your neck, or one of your key pressure points, you can be out of it! So to avoid this I did my special trick: instead of continuing to circle around him, I just launched myself in the air and threw myself towards him, arms open wide. I hit him square on in the middle of his body before he could lash out and hit me, and locked my arms around him. The more he tried to escape from me the more the oil that was all over my body spread to his. I probably could have carried on crushing him from this first move and finished the fight quickly, but I knew my master wouldn't consider that a proper evening's entertainment. So I let up on the pressure, so he could wriggle out - and for the next half hour I wished I hadn't! He might not have been as big as me, and he wasn't as powerful, but this fighter had stamina and guts. He just didn't give up, and tried every move I've ever seen, and some besides, to beat me. But in the end my superior stamina won the day, and I did manage to pin him to the ground on his back. I lifted myself up a bit, then let my whole weight crash down onto his chest. Whilst he was winded, I flipped him over on to his belly, and locked my arms under his and around the back of his neck - one of my trainers calls this a "Nelson" - I don't know why. I'd got him then, as there was no way he could escape. Try as he could, he couldn't get away from under me. I got my knees down between his legs, then spread them by the sheer force that my thighs could exert. The way was now open to his ass - but it's not that easy. If the guy isn't co-operating, and if he doesn't pull his ass cheeks apart a bit and then guide you in, it can be really difficult to get your cock those first few vital millimetres into the asshole. It wasn't easy - I had to stab and thrust away with my erect cock to try to locate his asshole, and it was more difficult because, unlike a proper fighter, he wasn't shaved down there and there was a whole lot of hair in the way. But I did hit the spot eventually, and started to push myself in. The stupid guy tried to resist! Everyone knows that once the tip of the cock has found the hole it's just not possible to stop it being forced in further, so you might as well make it easy on yourself by doing that action you do when you crap, so the muscles around the hole relax and the cock can slide in. But this guy seemed determined not to let me in, and I had to push harder and harder - of course I went in eventually, but I could feel his body spasming with the pain, and he was screaming and shouting words I didn't understand but which seemed to cause pleasure to the masters. Once I was fully in, inserted up to the hilt, I did the ritual four or five thrusts that you do - they don't really expect you to stay at it until you cum, but they like to think that you could, if you wanted to or they ordered it. Normally a fighter quietens down whilst this is going on, as it's much easier on both guys if you let the fucking take place without a lot of struggling and bucking - but this fighter didn't seem to know this and tried to stop me every inch of the way. Of course this excited me to further efforts, as when your fighting spirit's up, it doesn't take much to drive you over the edge. Unusually for me, I came. I could feel my cum pumping up his asshole. And when I had finished I just slumped forwards so my body covered his, I was so exhausted! I pulled out, and saw that the "captured" fighter hadn't even done the right thing there, either - us professionals always clean ourselves out properly with an enema first, with at least three changes of water, but this dirty beast hadn't. My cock was coated in his shit - it was absolutely disgusting. As a mark of respect for your conqueror you usually clean up his cock after he has fucked you in a fight like this, and I had a good mind to make this one do so anyway - perhaps eating his own shit would teach him proper manners! But the Overseer saw the problem, and gestured me to the side of the arena where another slave quickly made me sweet-smelling again with a warm moist towel, so that I could go to the Sheikh and be congratulated. I went up onto the dais where he was reclining, knelt down, and respectfully touched my head to the floor as you do in his presence. He must have been very pleased with my performance, because instead of just dismissing me as he usually did, he reached out and put his naked foot under my chin, and raised my head. I was so surprised by this mark of his favour that I forgot myself and pressed my lips to his toes. I realised my mistake at once, and thought that I would surely be punished, but he continued to raise my head with his foot so that I could actually look at his face ,and I saw that he was in fact smiling. "Fetch me the other slave over here for inspection, 403", he said. He'd actually used my number, instead of just referring to me as "slave" - he'd never honoured me like this before. The slave was still lying on the arena floor, but as soon as I went to pull him to his feet, he went to hit out at me again - no manners, as I've said. Everyone knows that once the fight is over slaves aren't allowed to strike out at each other as their masters don't want to risk damage to their property. I went to guide him towards the Sheikh, but he wouldn't go. I thought about dragging him, as he looked pretty exhausted, but remembered how he had struck at me - perhaps he might try the same thing with the Sheikh! So I put him into a "Nelson" hold, and frog-marched him across towards the dais. My cock was nestled in-between his ass cheeks, and although I would normally try to control an erection in the presence of masters, no one could see and so I allowed myself the pleasure of going half-hard and feeling my cock push into that nice warm place between his cheeks. He was struggling and shouting things as I pushed him along in front of me, and didn't stop when the Sheikh got down from his couch and gave him a thorough examination - well, as thorough as you can do when only the salve's front is available to the master's hands. The Sheikh of course wanted to feel his musculature, and ran his hands all over the slave's body. He tested the sensitivity of the nipples by that little "tweak" that experienced masters, used to inspecting slaves, all learn. But when he started to inspect the slave's cock, pushing the foreskin back to be able to view the head, the slave's shouts got even louder and more violent. I felt certain that the Sheikh would order him to be flogged for this disrespect! But the Sheikh, as masters do, remained calm and simply ordered guards to take the slave away to await his enslavement processing the following day. Of course the Sheikh then saw my semi-erection, and I was so embarrassed at the disrespect I was showing him that even I, used to being totally naked all my life, felt one of those "flushes" come over me. But the Sheikh my master was obviously in a good mood, because he invited me to sit on the edge of his dais and watch the rest of the evening's entertainment, and at odd times he even caressed my cock and balls with his toes. I was in heaven, to be so favoured by my master. The remaining spectacle wasn't nearly as good as our fight, I thought. The Sheikh's troupe of dancers performed one of their routines. When they first come on it's interesting, as they all have identical bodies - same height, same lean shape with long, sinewy muscles, same sort of cocks and balls (all low-hangers, with none of those high tight little sacs that a cock rides on top of), and they'd even all got the same hair colour - or, at least as much as you could see in the arena lighting as their heads were very closely cropped and they did of course only have a tiny bar of short-cut hair above their cocks with the rest of them being shaved smooth. The Overseers call them "almost like clones", and say that finding replacements of the same type is really difficult as they all need to have identically long cocks, and so on - the Sheikh has a standing order for any men of this type with all the major slave houses, they say. But there's only so many things that 12 men can do together, although some of the combinations were impressive. When we do it ourselves, I know how difficult it is to synchronise just a three-way to make sure you thrust in whilst the guy who's going in to you thrusts at the same time: there was real skill here in their finale, when all 12 of them did a simultaneous group fuck in a long line. They must have practised and practised for hours, as the 11 thrusters all managed to cum, and cum at he same time, and the guy at the head of the line even shot his load at that moment as he was jerked off by the hands of the guy who was fucking him reaching around his body. At the end of the evening, the Overseer said it was too late to take me back to the main field slave dormitories and so I wouldn't be locked in with my gang that night. Instead they took me down a flight of stairs and into the holding area under the arena. There's not a lot of need for cages or anything here, as we're all fully trained slaves who take part in the entertainment. But there is one cage, and it was occupied by the slave I'd fought. He was sitting against the bars of the side, and he looked a picture of misery: his knees were drawn up to his chest, and he had his arms clasped around his knees, and his head buried down. Judging by the motions of his ribs that I could see on his side, I thought it looked as if he was crying, or, at least, tying to control tears. "Sorry, 403, but you're going to have to spend the night with this wild slave. Watch out - I know you've beaten him once, but I don't suppose he'll respect you", the Overseer said as he unlocked the door and I went in. The holding area isn't meant to be used for long-term slave storage so the cage was absolutely basic - there wasn't even any straw to lie on as you normally get, and it was just the bare cement underneath me. It was cooler than usual down here, too, and the floor felt a bit cold to my ass as I sat down. The cage wasn't very big either, and with him sitting against the side, I couldn't lie down. If we were going to get any sleep, he was going to have to lie down alongside me. So I moved across to be next to him, and asked him to do the right thing, so we could both sleep. He looked at me and started to shout again. Was he mad? I was only making a sensible suggestion for the good of both of us. I think he realised I didn't understand what he was saying, because he stopped after a time, but still sat there, hunched up, the picture of misery. Using as simple words as I could find, I said "Look, it's not that bad. Although you're a slave, you've ended up with a good master. I've been here 12 years and I couldn't hope for a better master than the Sheikh." "If you're worried about the branding that they'll do tomorrow now that you're the Sheikh's property, just don't. Sure it hurts as the irons bite into you, but you're tied down completely immobile so you can't damage yourself. And the pain dies away after three or four days." He looked at me and said, haltingly, and reaching out and touching my brands, "You mean they're going to scar me like you are?" "Of course. If you're not marked with the Sheikh's brand, how could you be returned if you were lost? And without your slave number on your chest, masters and Overseers wouldn't know how to command you separately from a group you're in." "All the so-called slaves are branded.....?" "Yes, of course, all us slaves here on the Sheikh's estate are branded. And don't worry about losing that skin that conceals your cock head, either - that really doesn't hurt at all after the first couple of minutes." "Losing the skin....?" "Yes, haven't you seen? All the slaves here are cut. The Sheikh doesn't like his slaves to have little secret places not accessible to the eyes of masters, and so you are not allowed to have a concealed cock head and all new slaves here have that skin cut off." "Jesus fucking Christ.... ", the slave said (that's the best ideas I have of his words... It seemed important to him), and now it really did look as if he was going to cry. I put my arm around his shoulders as you do to comfort any slave who's in big trouble. He tried to shake me off, but I persisted. "Look", I said to him. "You feel cold, and it isn't as warm in here as I'm used to either. But you're not yet used to feeling the air on your body, or this cold floor on your ass. So let's be friends... Let me lie down, then you lie on top of me. I can stand the coolness of the floor for the night...." He started to say something that didn't sound like "yes" - the sooner he learns proper Aralish the better. But I persisted, managed to stretch out and pull the guy down on top of me. We shucked around a bit, and I lay flat on my back and got him to lie so that he was half across me so I wasn't taking his whole weight (although shorter than me, he was surprisingly heavy as his whole compact body was muscle). His head was cradled in-between the top of my arm and my shoulder, and his legs straddled one of mine. He seemed to be shy at first - he didn't like his cock lying against my belly, and was worried about his face being on me. What an idiot - as if I'd be worried about another slave's cock anywhere on me. And I know I stank of sweat, so my armpit wasn't the best place, but it was still fresh sweat from our fight - and, anyway, he obviously hadn't smelt himself! As he lay there, he asked me about slavery and I told him about my life and how lucky we were to be here. He only asked me a bit about the branding and cutting - he was worried, I could tell, but like a man, didn't want to admit it. I thought he needed cheering up, so I went on "You're really lucky, though. When you shouted at the Sheikh like that I thought he'd order you to be fitted with false balls." I had to explain to him then that particularly unruly or wild slaves were, as a last resort, fitted with false balls in order to clam them down. Before that, almost the only thing the Sheikh could do with an unruly slave was to have him put to death: he couldn't be sold on, because of his irradicable brands; and he couldn't just have his balls cut off, because the Sheikh didn't like to see slaves without a nice looking set of tackle. But now they could have their balls cut out and replaced with false ones, they were clamed down and still looked OK. "However", I went on, "You pissed him off enough that he's ordered you to be ringed as well as cut." "Ringed?" "They'll pierce your nipples and fit big gold rings in them. You may have them where you come from, as I've occasionally seen masters at the swimming pool with things through their nipples. Slave rings aren't like those, which I think the masters wear for ornament - they're about 2" in diameter and quite heavy. They have two uses: firstly, as you move or run, their weight reminds you all the time that you're a slave. And secondly, if you show any sign of disrespect, an Overseer can quickly jerk down on them to remind you of your proper place. It's a lot easier for them as the rings are so big and accessible compared with your normal nipples." "Of course", I went on, "It's a badge of shame as well, as all your fellow slaves will know that you were considered to be an unruly, disrespectful slave." "And the third ring is around your tackle - they'll pull your cock and balls as far away from your body as possible, then fasten a thick, heavy ring around the place. From then on, your cock will jut out in front of you, and you'll be erect most of the time." "But don't worry about that - the slaves I've spoken to who are ringed like that say it doesn't hurt at all, and after you have got used to your cock being held out like that, you really wouldn't want to go back to the 'natural' way. It does cause me to wonder what role you're going to have, though, as it's usually pony slaves, litter bearers, and message carriers who have that sort of ringing - it's easier for them to run long distances without their cocks and balls flying up and down all the time." The slave said something like "Jesus Chris!" again, but he was obviously exhausted, poor guy, and was drifting off to sleep. I reached down and thought that I'd jerk him off, because even though he had been fucked, he hadn't had any relief himself. And that seemed to set him off over again, forgetting that he needed to talk simply if was to understand what he was going on about. Still, it was his loss - it's so much easier to sleep when you've shot a load - well, that's what I always find. He tossed and turned a lot during the night, and was muttering and crying out in his sleep - obviously deeply troubled. The sooner he was properly enslaved and working hard in a proper job, with no worries, the better it would be for him I thought. In the morning he still didn't want me to jerk him off, and he wouldn't even put his hand on my erect cock, either, so I had to do it myself. I hoped he'd soon get used to us slaves enjoying each other and helping each other, as it makes life so much more fun - but I knew he'd soon learn in the dormitories, as most slaves won't put up with guys who are stand-offish in their gangs. He didn't even know the simplest thing, and I had to show him how to take the whole of the slave biscuits into your mouth at one time when they brought our breakfast, to avoid the crumbs going everywhere. They took him away for processing when I was taken off to work later - do you want me to tell you what happened to him, and how our paths crossed again? (Author's note: the story of the Marine, 3, 6 and the two electricians does indeed take a strange turn and their lives do intertwine in a most astonishing way. But that narrative does not add to the understanding of slavery that is the subject of this first paper in the series, and so I have deliberately cut 3's narrative here. I have full notes of what he said, and have heard the events from the lips of the Electricians, and the Marine (properly, slave 35821897, or '7' familiarly). I will consider publishing the continuation of their story in a later paper in the series, when examining the relationships between masters and slaves. Readers who believe they need this material earlier should contact me privately). THE ELECTRICIANS I know the Marine must have been fucking cross when they stripped him off, but "our" boy 403 was only trying to be helpful when he went to oil the marines' arse. There was no need to attack him like that. Everyone in the audience was shocked, as it obviously wasn't protocol to fight before the "go" had been given. I like to go and see boxing myself, especially the professional fights where their upper bodies are bare so you can see he sweat flying off as the gloves punch home (I've been to a lot of amateur bouts in the East End, but they're mostly the light weights - you don't tend to get heavy weights boxing amateur - and they're not as good to watch. You need big strong blokes pounding away at each other for it to be fun). Wrestling's a joke, of course - all those fakes, in those silly costumes, I can't see why anyone bothers to go and see it. I suppose it's only old grannies, hysterical birds, big fat blokes with beer guts, and kids who do, anyway. But when they got stuck in, this was real fighting: oiled and naked, you could see every muscle of both blokes as they pounded each other with bare fists and did all sorts of wrestling moves I can't even describe. The sweat was flying off both of them, and you knew it was for real - nothing held back, and both determined to win. If a promoter bought bouts like this to London, he'd make a fortune. I think our "3" expected to win - he looked very confident at the start. But the Marine obviously knew a thing or two about fighting, because every time you thought that "3" had him down, he came back again. "3" was a good 5" taller than the Marine, and a lot heavier, so if the fight had just been plain wrestling, he'd have won quickly. But the Marine punched, kicked out, and did those sort of chopping things from the Japanese, and that almost turned the tables. It went on for over half an hour, and they must both have been near exhaustion. I've never seen anything so fantastic in my life - I was erect from the moment it started, and my dick was dripping precum all the time. I could see John was the same, too, as his shorts were tented up just like mine. Some of the waiters hovered around and I think they would have done something about my erection if I'd made any sign of wanting it - but I wasn't about to start letting a load of fags wank me; well, not in public! Finally "3's" greater weight and strength won out though, and he had the Marine pinned on his back. They lay there a moment or two, then "3" flipped the Marine over on to his belly and got him in a half-Nelson.... And the next minute he was fucking the Marine. I've never heard a guy shout and scream like that, even though "3" was pulling his head back and it was difficult for him to speak at all. It wasn't so much that the guy was in terrible pain, or even anger - it was sheer bloody rage. I know some expletives believe me, and this Marine went through the lot of them and then a whole lot more! You could see from the look on 3's face that he actually shot a load, and then he collapsed on to the Marine, lying there across his body as I now know you do when you've just fucked. When he pulled out he had to have his cock cleaned - they didn't seem to be expecting this, as slaves had to come with damp towels to do it (although why they didn't expect it I don't know - if your cock has been up a man's bum, it must get coated with his shit!). 3 went to take the Marine over towards the Sheikh, but there was more struggling and eventually he could only do it by holding him in a half-Nelson again. The Sheikh didn't look all that pleased as he examined the Marine, as the guy kept F'ing and Blinding at him (and a whole lot more besides), and eventually he was taken away by the guards. I wondered at the time what was going to happen to him, but of course now..... (Author's note: Steve's narrative cut here, as I did 3's, to go into a separate paper). It looked as if our 3 had earned himself some favour from the Sheikh, because he was allowed to sit on the dais for the rest of the evening - although the Sheikh kept playing with 3's cock and balls with his toes. Poor old 3 - to be humiliated like that, when he'd won the fight. John and I didn't stay to see the dancers - as soon as they came on we knew they weren't for us. Although how they managed to get 12 men so much alike, I'll never know. Or course with shaved bodies and cropped hair, and that little bit left on their pubes, I suppose it must be easier. But they were so similar - even I, and, let me remind you, I'm not one to look closely at another bloke's body, could see that their cocks were all the same length even! But you won't get me sitting through a load of dancing, however athletic the dancers look - sissy, I call it. So John and I made our way back to the Palace and our room. Even though we were both sweating we didn't bother to shower: I don't think either of us wanted to see those slaves who came with it, in the excited state we were in. I didn't even bother to wait until John had gone to sleep - I needed to wank so desperately after that fight that I just lay there on the bed and did it: John was a bit surprised when he came out of the bathroom and saw me with my hands wrapped around my cock, jerking away for all its worth. And I knew he must have been pretty much on the edge, too, as he did it as soon as he was in bed - although modestly covered by the sheets - that's John for you - didn't he know I knew what he was doing? He's a laugh really. Slaves served us breakfast in bed the next morning - they didn't knock or anything, just came in with the food. We could have been start naked, or anything - but then, the slaves were almost naked with just one of those tiny pouches on trying to restrain their cocks and balls, so perhaps they didn't mind seeing their customers like that. As we lay there eating, John said how much fun it was - it didn't matter if the jam dripped on to your chest, or if you spilled the tea, as you were going to wash anyway. He said that back in London he'd think about having me bring him his breakfast in bed every morning, the cheeky buggar! We went along to the Throne Room straight after breakfast, and the slaves, 3 and 6, were already waiting. They had been talking or something as we went in, but immediately stopped and went into that "holding" position we'd seen yesterday, waiting for us to make a move. I went over to look at 3, and had him move around a bit - poor guy, he must have been sore as you could see bruises all over his upper body where the Marine had hit him: the bloke was obviously trained well to get so many blows to strike home, as 3 seemed really good at dodging and weaving anyway. I asked him if he hurt, and if he was able to work that day. He told me he hurt like hell, all over. But he didn't answer me about being able to work - it was as if he expected to have to work however he felt. I suppose that's part of being a slave, on reflection. It was obviously going to be hot again when the sun got high enough to come in through the big windows that lined one side of the room, so I decided not to fuck about getting my Jeans soaked, and then my boxers. The two slaves watched me, and so did John - he looked a bit surprised - as I stripped off totally and buckled my leather tool belt around my waist so that it was just held up as it couldn't slip down over my ass. I suppose I'd got so used to seeing naked men all around here that it didn't bother me as much as it would have done before to be stripping in front of other people. Of course I was puny compared with the muscled magnificence of 6 and 3 - although I've never had any complaints about my body from any of the birds I've been with - and I actually felt a bit ashamed of the way in which I was all white rather than having that dark tan all over as they did. And I know that when your cock is resting, the size of it can vary enormously from guy to guy - it doesn't mean that much as once you're erect there's not a huge difference between them. But seeing the magnificent tackle on 6 and 3 almost made me shrivel up totally when I compared my self to them - but then, I thought, having the balls shaved and the pubic hair trimmed did make theirs stand out better: perhaps I'd try that myself. I was really getting the hang of it now, and without hesitation I commanded my chosen mount, 3, to kneel so that I could get astride his shoulders. He hadn't started to sweat yet, and he felt quite different to yesterday when we had both been slippery even before we began to work. I looked down at John, and I told him to get a move on! He took his T off, then hesitated. "Look, mate, you've got to have your boots off, otherwise you can't guide your slave properly", I shouted down at him. So he took off his work boots and socks, and I think that made it easier for him to take off his Jeans too. But he was going to mount his slave whilst still in his boxers, until I told him I didn't want him buggaring around later on with having to stop work to strip when the sweat really started. So, reluctantly I think, he dropped his boxers too and then told 6 to kneel - John was learning - so he could mount. We made excellent progress that morning, with a couple of breaks only for water. We made sure the slaves got some, too, as they were sweating. I was surprised that they could carry our weight all the time, but although they had difficulty getting to their feet from a kneel, once up, they didn't seem to have that much of a problem. At lunchtime the foreman brought us sandwiches, and stayed to share them with us. I was going to sit on the floor, like the slaves who had already gone over to sit with their backs propped against the wall, when the foreman said "No! A master can't sit down at the same level as a slave!" There was obviously more to being a master than I thought. I was surprised when he shouted at the slaves who got up, came over, and then knelt down on their knees with their backs parallel to the floor, supporting their shoulders on their arms. 3 tucked his head down and under the bum and between the legs of 6, and pushed his shoulders hard up against 6's bum. I guess 6's cock must have been lying on 3's head, but I couldn't see. The two slaves' backs were now quite a long smooth length, with only a small join in the middle, and the foreman went and sat down on them and told John and me to join him. Well, sitting on a guy's shoulders because you're having to work is one thing, but sitting on the guy's back as a seat, just because you're a master and he's a slave, is another! And remember, John and I were bare-arsed naked. Their backs were sweaty under my bum, but as the foreman pointed out, it was easier than sitting on the floor. And he said that on the occasional cold days when the winds came the wrong way in Winter, we should remember this as it was always good then to have a nice warm slave body under you. We actually finished the job that afternoon, and were driven back to the city. Work on the office block the next day seemed very routine after our time at the Palace. There's no doubt that the use of the slaves made for a huge increase in our productivity - if we had had to continue to use ladders, we'd still be buggaring around there now. I suppose you could have regular blokes, rather than slaves, carry you around. But I haven't seen too many blokes built like those slaves, and even fewer working on sites - if you don't breed them specially, where do they come from? And not too many blokes want another bloke's sweaty cock pressing into their neck and shoulders, either. Author's Note: That concludes the narrative content of this first paper. As indicated earlier, there is more to the story of the electricians and the slave (and his companion 6), and the newly-enslaved Marine. But that will have to wait until a later paper in the series unless there are any readers who require immediate access to it for their own research, in which case they should apply to me privately. I said in opening that my purpose was to say something about slavery as it is practised today, but that I did not intend to do so until the end of the series of papers presenting "the evidence". There's too much prejudice against the practice, and this is made worse by the hysterical nonsense talked in the popular press about child slaves being shipped in to New York, or women being sold into clubs in London. With even a modicum of sense one can determine that these practices are simply not economically viable - a child slave can never do sufficient work in a major Western city to justify his upkeep and training; and women slaves, probably to be used as sex objects, just are not worth much given the ready availability of sexual services of all kinds at very low prices. No, slavery can only be practised properly where there is a society whose citizens are rich and do not want to work, but where there is still work to be done. Such conditions exist in the Sheikh's Kingdom, rich beyond measure from its oil exports: as a means of ensuring that the basic work necessary to run a country gets done, slavery appears to be the answer. It is interesting that our two pairs of men in this narrative are similar - all are 28, and in each pair there is a "leader" and a "follower", and the "leader" feels protective of, and concerned about, the "follower". I would ask my readers to read the narrative again, and ask themselves questions such as which "follower" was the more closely protected by, and cared for by, which "leader"? Was the focus of either "follower" on his condition, or was he more concerned with what his "leader" felt for him? Was therefore the question of whether the "follower" was a free man or a slave his primary concern? And which group of men was the happier? John and Steve were "free", but had to work hard to make enough money just to live. They did not have pleasant accommodation in London, and were often short of money. Their diet of fast food and pre-prepared meals was certainly not healthy, and if they were sick, they would not have private medical cover and would need to rely on the UK's crumbling National health Service. They did not seem to particularly enjoy life, or to be "happy". The slaves on the other hand appeared to lead stress-free lives, and were properly fed and housed. Whilst we do not hear what happened if they fell ill, I know from other information I collected during my study that they would receive the very best medical attention - they were, after all, expensive to buy and keep. You don't buy a thoroughbred, expensive car and not maintain it properly is the analogy I like to use. Finally, on a broader front, what is the long term effect on the human race of these policies? As far as we can determine from the narrative so far, John will marry and breed. Steve will continue to have a succession of "birds" but is unlikely to do so. So the race will be deprived of Steve's ready wit and general native cunning as he will certainly ensure that he is not "stuck" with a child by any of his casual women encounters; whilst John's "slow" docile personality may well be passed on to his heirs. The Sheikh's breeding programme will ensure that the magnificent body and steady sense of "3" will be perpetuated - probably hundreds of times; but there is no chance that "slow" 6 will be allowed to detract from future excellence. However the primary point of this paper is to illustrate how quickly two "ordinary" men, brought from "civilisation" in London can quickly adapt to seeing slaves as a regular part of everyday life, and of making good use of them. Note how shocked Steve and John are when they first see the two slaves, but within two days Steve is "commanding 3 to kneel" and easily accepts that he can strip naked and "ride" the slave like a dumb animal, guiding him with his knees and feet, in order that his work can be done more easily. Those who wonder whether slavery could be easily transferred from the Sheikhdom to the West should perhaps ponder the question of how many other "ordinary" Steves and Johns would find having a slave as a new tool to use at their workplace highly desirable. And notice how Steve goes from being totally "straight" to enjoying the ministrations of the shower room slaves: how many other men, given the opportunity, would regularly enjoy sexual services from highly trained and compliant slaves in this way? Further papers in this series will explore these and other issues that affect slavery today. THE END.

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Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2002 05:29:15 -0800 (PST) From: Brown Pete Subject: The Slave And The Electricians - Later Life THE SLAVE AND THE ELECTRICIANS: LATER LIFE By Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com FROM "JOURNAL OF CONTEMPORARY SOCIAL STUDIES" PREFACE An earlier paper in my series on modern slavery told, largely in their own words, the story of how two ordinary electricians readily adapted to the use of slaves in their work ("The Slave And The Electricians, Journal Of Contemporary Social Studies, January 2010). Whilst I had intended to continue their history in a later paper in the series, after I had examined other issues affecting contemporary slavery, a number of researchers have contacted me privately to ask for my notes from my interviews with the electricians, the slave, and the newly-enslaved Marine in order that their own work could be furthered. Rather than have many researchers transcribing my notes separately, I have brought forward the second part of the story of these ordinary men. Let us be clear: these are not "intellectuals" who could rationalise the practice of slavery on economic and social grounds. The electricians are ordinary, working-class men who were exposed to a new environment and made the most of it. The primary slaves of course are farm-bred, and whilst the stock there is selected for its general aptitude and abilities, they are deliberately not "educated" in the sense that we understand the term - their "education" is to accept their lot, willingly. Whilst the slave "3" may actually be intellectually superior to either of the electricians Steve and John, his lack of early education now gives him a hurdle that he cannot readily overcome. In the circumstances, the adaptations that he makes to the "new world" represented by the arrival of Steve and John are impressive. It is also clear that the Marine has a great ability to adapt - again, this is not "officer material" with advanced education, just an ordinary "grunt private" who, through circumstances beyond his control, goes from doing his duty by his country to a wholly different set of requirements for "duty". I hope readers will find this exposition of the adaptations that these "ordinary" men make is instructive: with a proper education and publicity programme, it is my belief that modern "humane" slavery could easily be introduced in to the West, with the majority of the working population easily coming to terms with it. Professor P Brown London, February 2010 THE ELECTRICIANS Our contract was up, and our six months done. So we flew home - the contrast between the luxury of the palace and the squalor of England when we got back was very apparent. I said goodbye to John at Heathrow because he was catching the bus to Woking for his train to Dorset, whereas I was going into London on the Underground. I really thought it was the last I would ever see of him, as he was full of how he was going to get married straight away now he had saved enough for a deposit on the house, then have nippers.... On and on about how much he was looking forward to it. It was sad, really - we'd been together a long time, and I'd got used to having him around even though he could be annoying at times. He was almost crying when we finally shook hands, and was trying to say some thing that wouldn't come out. "Steve.... Steve..... " "Yes, mate. Hurry up as the bus is about to go." "Steve... I.... Steve... " "Go on, spit it out." "Steve... Thank you...." I think he was trying to tell me he was grateful to me for looking out for him these last couple of years. But blokes don't say those sorts of things to each other, do they? So in the usual way I did when I wanted him to do something, I just said "For fuck's sake, John. Stop pratting about, and get on the fucking bus. And don't forget to send me an invitation to that wedding of yours!" I didn't look back as I walked away - actually, I was more upset than I like to think as he was a really nice bloke, and even though he was a bit of a nuisance at times, I already missed him. But men don't cry when they say goodbye to their mates, do they, so I just quickened my pace and went down into the Underground. I'd given up the flat when we went abroad of course, so I was going back to my mom and dad's place until I found somewhere else. It was fucking awful - I only had my old small cramped room, mom and dad were all over me and never left me alone. Fucking hell - had I given up all that in the Gulf for this? I couldn't even stand staying in the first night - mom and dad went on at me about being ungrateful and everything as soon as I said I was going out to see my mates, but I couldn't stand the stupid game shows on the telly that they watched all the time, with the sound turned right up. Fucking moronic, if you ask me. I wanted to start going out with birds again, but when I got to my local I found a whole lot of them had disappeared in the past months - they'd married, moved away, etc. And the ones that were left were nothing special. I got bored with the need to chase them and chat them up - all I wanted was to get my leg over, and they wanted to make a big deal of it. I idled away a week, and got nowhere. I had to lie in my little bed at night wanking myself, trying to stop the cum leaking on the sheets in case my mom saw when she changed the bed. It was just like being a little kid again. And I found I couldn't get a job - the construction industry is very cyclical, and was going through a bad time. There were lots of openings for blokes who would go out and do poxey "household" work - fixing plugs for old ladies, and the like. But wearing overalls with some fucking company's name on them and being made to do a quota of 10 calls a day was not for me - too much like being a fucking slave! There was one company that wanted me to wear overalls with "operative 19" on the breast pocket: I might as well have been branded. Quite apart from anything else, you didn't even have a lot of lads to talk to like on the site, just tired old slags of housewives who thought that if they chatted you up you might give them a jump. Actually, I was so tired of wanking myself that if any of them had been even half way reasonable looking, I would have. I tell you, life was fucking boring. And I didn't even have enough savings to buy a flat - I'd made a lot of money in the Gulf, but still not enough to buy in London. I wondered when the invite to John's big wedding was going to come - I was looking forward to seeing him again. Every night when I got home I scanned through the post, expecting to hear, but there was no letter or anything. I thought it was going to be almost straight away, and every day I expected to hear. After an evening out playing arrows, I get home one night and Mom says there's a woman wants to speak to me urgently. Dad says he supposed I've finally done it and got a bun in someone's oven and she's going to land me with a paternity suit: "that'll trim your wings, when you're paying for a sprog.", he said. Ha bloody ha. I was going to leave it until the morning, but Mom said she'd said I was to call that night, however late it was. So I phone up the number, and it turns out it's John's mom. She's at her wits end - John is in his room, and won't come out. He's not eating, and he's sort of crying all the time. She's remembered that I'm his best mate, who he was always talking about at weekends, and I'm now the only person she can think of to do something for him. She's even been to the doctor, who has given her some pills for him, but he won't take them. She says she knows he's upset about Carol. "So who's Carol?", I ask her. "His ex-fiancee." "Ex? I though they were going to get married when he got back!" She tells me the whole story. It seems that whilst we are away, Carol got married! As soon as John got home and found out, he went all funny and hasn't been out of his room since. So I tell her I'll go down to Dorset and sort John out straight away. But I don't have a car and the last train, the 19:35, left hours ago. So I ring the railways - you need a decent fucking service for emergencies like this - and find that the earliest train I can get the next morning is the 07:10. You just can't get down there on public transport before 09:45, when it gets in. What a fucking shit house of a country. The next morning on the train I phone work on my moby to tell them there's an emergency and I won't be in. Five minutes later the fucking foreman phones me back and says I'm fired! My money's in the post, and I needn't bother going back to them again! Bloody John getting me into problems again, as usual. I suppose the country outside London is OK if you like that sort of thing. The train takes an age to do the 140 miles or so, and I finally get out at one of its interminable stops. John's town seems a really small place: there's a few run-down shops around a market square and not much else. It's fucking quiet! It's in a fold of hills - can see green everywhere! I had to ask a couple of the local yokels where John's address was, but it was only a few minutes walk. Actually in that one-horse town there wasn't anywhere more than a few minutes walk from anywhere else. It was a pretty standard council house - better than my mom and dad's poky flat, with a garden that was well kept. So I go in, and they're really pleased to see me. They're both in their early sixties, and John's mom tells me he's her youngest. She's worried sick about him, as ever since his bird Carol told him she'd married someone else, he's stayed up in his room. He won't come out, he's not been eating, and she hears him crying in his sleep. She's got his three elder brothers in to try to get him to come out, but they haven't been able to do anything. So I go up to his room... And it's still like a little boy's room - model aeroplanes on the window ledge, pop posters on the wall. John is lying face down on the bed, and I can see he's in pyjamas! Those flannelette pyjamas with stripes on them, for Christ's sake! No young bloke wears pyjamas now, let alone pyjamas like those. I sit down on the bed and shake his shoulder. "Wotcha, mate! What's all this then?" "Steve.... Go away. Leave me alone. It's all over for me, as Carol's married another bloke whilst we were in the Gulf. I knew we shouldn't have gone." "Fucking hell, mate: there are plenty of birds around.... Just get out there and look. Come on back to Lonmdon with me, and you'll be shagging again in no time." "No, Carol's special. She's the only one for me. I was saving myself for her. I only want her. I don't want to be fucking everything around, like you do." "Look, Steve. Believe me - I've known more women than you've had hot dinners. She's not special - all women are alike: they lead a bloke on, and promise heaven for his cock. But all they want really is his money. I've known lots of guys like you who can't wait to get married, then find that once they've had a kid and are trapped, all their old ladies want to do is sit and watch the telly all evening. All that fun they used to have in bed is soon forgotten. Believe me, mate, you're better off out of it "So come on, snap out of it! Get out of those stupid pyjamas, and take me for a drink in this town - I see there is a pub, and I suppose it does open at dinner time!" "Fuck off, Steve. Leave me alone...." "You're my best mate, and I'm not going to leave you like this. I'm not going back to London without you, and as a first step I'm nor even going downstairs without you. So fucking get yourself together, and get up!" As I said that, I pulled of the bedclothes, and slapped him on his arse as I did to wake him when we were sharing a flat. "Get your lazy arse out of that bed, matey! We've got things to do. I need you to come back with me to Gulf - I can't go by myself, as I can't sort out the paperwork. I was wondering how I was going to manage with you married down here, and so this is a bloody miracle. We're going for a pint, then we're going back to London, then we're going back to the Gulf so that I can earn enough for a flat of my own." There's no reply, so I slap him again. "John, I'll drag you out of that fucking bed if you don't get up - now, move." Amazingly, because I had no idea what to do next if he hadn't, he does! He stands up, and goes off to the bathroom. I sit on the bed, waiting. Having got up out of it, I'm dammed if he's going to get back into it. He comes back, and he looks half way respectable. He hasn't had a bath, but he has shaved. "Come on, get dressed - you're going to show me this town of yours you were always going on about when we were in London and the Gulf." He just stands there in his stupid pyjamas , and I realise he wants me out of the room. "Don't be a silly bastard, John. I've seen you there in all your medals lots of times before... Fucking get dressed, will you, and stop keeping me waiting!" So he does. Unlike when we were two blokes living together when we just used to hang our shirts over the bath to dry and didn't worry about creases, here all his shirts, and even his boxers, are neatly ironed! You wouldn't catch my mom doing that for me after I'd left school. We go downstairs, and his mom and dad look ecstatic. His mom starts to rabbit on, but I'm worried that she'll say something to break the mood John is in of doing what I tell him as usual, so I cut in and say "John's going to show me the town. He used to bore me silly with all his talk of it, so now I'm going to see it with my own eyes." So we go out, but of course it's dead boring. There's fuck all there, except for the scrubby shops and the countryside. But there is a boozer, his old local, and at lunchtime we're the only customers. I pour three pints of the local brew into him - he never drank his full whack usually, just sat and watched the rest of us, but this time I made him match me. When we're on our fourth, I say "Right then. So what's all this fucking nonsense about your bird? You've got your mom and dad worrying themselves into the grave over you." So he starts to tell me, with lots of hesitations and false starts, that when he gets back he goes round to Carol's on the first night and finds she's not at home. Her parents are all shifty, and say she's moved out, and only give him her new address when he really demands it. So he goes around there, and finds it's one of the new boxes on the private estate that they'd planned to buy together. Only she's about eight months gone! And there's this bloke with her, who says he works in the local bank, and is her husband. He's almost embarrassed and ashamed as this story as it comes out, and he keeps looking down at his glass - he won't look at me directly as he usually does. "The worse thing is, Steve, that she must have been going with this bloke before we went to the Gulf.... During the week, when I was in London" "But didn't you know she'd been having it away with this bank clerk? Couldn't you tell, when you got her knickers down?" He's squirming with embarrassment now, and I deliberately say nothing so that he has to answer me. "Well, Steve. Well, you see.... You see I never actually did it with Carol. She was my girl friend ever since school. It never seemed right...." I break the tension by laughing. "You really are a one, John! Almost got the girl to the alter, and you'd never even shagged!" "Well, we were saving ourselves for each other." "You mean you were saving yourself. That's why you turned down all those birds I was always pointing out to you. She wasn't saving herself for you.... She was fucking away like a ferret with Mr Bank Clerk! You really have been made a fool of, mate." "Anyway", I go on, "Put it all down to experience. Come back to London with me. We've got enough to buy a nice two bedroomed flat together, and you can start catching up for lost time - you can fuck every night until your balls are blue, and as you seem determined to get married, I'm certain one or other of the tarts we know will soon get herself in the Club...." "She's spent the money, Steve. I haven't got any left." "What do you mean?" "Well, I used to send it home every week, so she could save it. And she says she's spent it all on the house." "You chump! Well, we'll just go around there tonight and get it back for you. So what's next?" So he takes me off for a walk in the country - he really likes it, but I think it's dead boring. Then we go back to his mom and dad's, and they're really relieved to see us. His dad is talking to John, and his mom motions for me to go into the kitchen and she's almost crying - "You've bought John back to us". So I tell her that I think he'll survive. But that he needs to get away - he can't stay festering down there in Dorset. And I tell her that we're going back to London at least, if not to the Gulf again. But that I'll take care of him, just as I have before. I think she wants to have a little weep, so she shoos me out of the kitchen as she says she's got to get the meal on the table. And when it does come, it's amazing - a proper meat and two veg, followed by apple pie and custard. It's not like anything I've ever had from my mom. And we all sit around the table to eat - not just eat it off our knees as we do in our place. And his mom and dad and John all talk, all the time. Not actually about anything, really. But John's dad talks about his garden, his mom tells him what the neighbours have been doing, all that sort of stupid stuff that I suppose you get in a small town. At about seven o'clock I get up, and tell John it's time we went around to see Carol about his money. He doesn't want to come, but I make him, as I say I can hardly do it for him, can I? And without the money, we can't get back together as we did before. We walk around to the house, and it's one of those tiny boxes that are on the outskirts of every town in the country - one room and a kitchen downstairs, one tiny bedroom and a supposed "second bedroom" upstairs. Tiny garden, and big garage. This was John's dream, so I don't say anything - we're all different, after all. I ring the bell and this smug bastard of a husband comes to the door. John just stands there, so I tell him that we've come to see his wife about repaying John's money. "She's got nothing to say", he tells us. "The money was a present to her, and she's chosen to spend it on our matrimonial home. She's resting now, as our baby is due in under two weeks, and I don't want her disturbed." Fucking prick using phrases like "matrimonial home"! The slut has cheated John, and he deserves better than that and I tell him his wife's a two-timing cow and that we want our money. He tells us that it's all spent on the house - and surely John wouldn't want Carol's baby to be homeless? I'm all for carrying on arguing there on the step, and I can see the neighbours looking from behind their net curtains. But John tugs at me and tells me to come away. We go back to the boozer, and have four pints each. John's going on about how he doesn't mind - he's loved Carol all that time, and he doesn't care if she keeps his money. Well, it's his choice. But I wouldn't let a tart get away with anything like that with me. And what about that smug bastard of a husband, who's cheated you, too, I ask him. Anyway, we're pretty tanked up by this time so we go back to the house, ring the bell, and when the husband pokes his head out of the door we pull him into the road and give him a good seeing to! We both punch him a bit, but I then see a side of John I've never seen before - he's always the mild, placid one. But now he really goes at the husband, punching away and the guy is totally unable to defend himself (remember, John actually works for a living, and the husband's only a bank clerk). He's soon down on the road, and John starts kicking him. When he's just aimed a particularly vicious one directly into the guy's crotch, and is starting on the ribs again, I get a bit worried: John will kill the guy, he's in such a rage. So like a good mate, I pull him off - and he almost turns on me! Have you ever tried to deal with anyone in a complete, mindless, out of control rage? Once they start lashing out, it's almost as if they don't even know who they are hitting. But I calm him down, and we run off, leaving the man groaning and vomiting in the road. If you ask me, that kick of John's into his goolies will mean that he won't be fathering another kid with the lovely Carol. I never get to actually see this woman that's been John's passion all these years, as she doesn't even come out to see what's happened, unlike all the neighbours! As he calms down, John starts to worry about the police. But I tell him that it's unlikely the bloke will call them in: if he does, they'll prosecute us, sure, but then the whole story will come out. And he won't want everyone to know that their bank clerk has actually connived at cheating John out of his money. By the time we get back to his mom and dad's, John has cheered up a lot, and actually kisses his mom as he goes in. I think she's a bit concerned about the beery breath we're both pumping out, but his dad tells me that they're really glad to see John "happy" again. Of course I've missed the last train back to London, so I've got to stay. John and his mom and dad fuss around, worrying about whether I'll be comfortable on the settee, or whether John should sleep on it and I should have his bed. I can't see what all the fuss is about - it's a double bed in his room, after all. So I say that I could sleep with John. His dad says "Yes, that's best. I used to do that with my old army mates during national service sometimes if we had a weekend pass. You just put a pillow down the centre of the bed." And his mom fusses on about the fact that I haven't got anything with me, so she'll find me some of John's pyjamas "They're all freshly washed and ironed of course", she says as if to reassure me, and not knowing that I'd rather be dead than be seen in those awful flannelette things. We go up to his room, and I go of to the bathroom to pee. When I get in to the bedroom, John's in his pyjamas, and is holding out a set for me. I take them off him, and he goes off to the bathroom. I strip off, and get into the bed naked, which is the way I always sleep. When John comes back he starts fussing around with the pillow like his dad was going on about - so I tell him not to be such a wimp, and to get into bed. "But first", I say, "Take those fucking silly pyjamas off. Real men don't wear pyjamas. Real men sleep naked." He goes to argue, but he can see that I'm naked, and he doesn't argue with me. The old John is back now, as he always wants to do what I do, and do what I say. So he slowly unbuttons the jacket and takes it off, then starts to get in." "John, naked means without the trousers!", I have to remind him. So we're then both naked, a "respectable" distance apart. And we start to talk about the day and everything that's happened. I tell him about the problem of finding work, and that without his money we'd have to find another rented flat in London - unless we want to go back to the Gulf again and save up once more. He seems quite keen, so I start to talk about the fight. I remind him of how we saw our slave "3" fighting that first time, and I tell him I though John was actually better tonight. "After all", I say "3 was trained to fight, whereas you just took that guy out when you've never raised your fists at anyone before." Just thinking about the fight of 3 and the marine has given me a hard on, and I can tell by the shape of the bedclothes that John's got one too. I don't know what makes me do it, but I do something now I've never done before, not to John, not to anyone - I reach over and feel his hard cock. You could have blown me down with a feather because the next moment I feel John's hand around my cock, too - and he's usually such a quiet one! Well, once you've got your hand on a cock there's only one think you do, isn't there? So I start to jack him off. And he's doing the same to me. It feels amazing to actually be doing this to another guy, and we both cum, very quickly. John starts to worry that his mom will see the semen on the sheets when she does the weekly wash, but I tell him not to think about it - she's had John and his four brothers in the house, after all, and it can't be the first time an "accident" will have happened. But he's still restless, and I tell him to roll over on his side and go to sleep. I roll over too, and "spoon" into the back of him. It's a long time since I felt naked flesh pressed against me, and it's almost like snuggling up next to a bird - until I reach my arm out over his body, and instead of having a nice soft tit to fondle feel John's hairy chest. But It's obviously OK for John, as he seems much calmer and I can tell from the rise and fall of his chest that he's breathing deeply and has gone to sleep. I wake up with my usual morning erection, and as I lie there in that half sleeping half waking state, wonder why it feels better than usual. It's because it's nestling in John's crack, of course, that warm, moist area between his muscular arse cheeks. I'm not touching his arse hole or anything, it's just that lying with my erect cock wedged between his cheeks feels - well - feels right. My right arm is over his body and my hand is on his hairy belly, so I move it down and feel that John is erect, too, although he's obviously still asleep. So I start to wank him, and it's amazing to be doing this to the guy without him knowing it consciously. At some level it is getting through, as he's gently thrusting at me, and making little sighs and moans in his sleep. When he finally does cum, there's a huge load shot and I do try to catch most of it because of his mom - but lying like that, you can't do much. I then wake him up, and tell him that it's my turn for a bit of fun, and pull his hand down onto my erect cock. But now he says it's not right and that we shouldn't be doing things like this. I'm going to argue with him, but he gets up and goes off to the bathroom. I follow him after a few minutes, and see he's in the bath. So I stand there and piss, and he's looking at me in amazement. "Come on, John, hurry up out of that bath", I tell him. "I want one too." "OK, Steve, I'll be with you in a minute. Just go back to bed..." "No, come on! Get out now! You don't even need to run a fresh bath, as I'll use your water. You haven't pissed into it, have you?" The poor guy looks really worried as he stands up - I can't imagine why, as I've seen him naked lots of times before. And we have been wanking each other, after all. And his eyes look like saucers as I get into the water he's just got out of - why not, after all. You swim in swimming pools where other people's bodies have been, so why not bathe in their bath water? I go back to our bedroom with just a little towel around my waist, and John has already dressed. He's got a pile of his clothes - all neatly laundered and ironed - for me to choose from, and I see him watching me as I let the towel fall and then stand there naked as I choose which of his shirts I'm going to put on. I'm standing there with my cock poking out from underneath the shirt, and I ask him for some boxers. "You're not going to wear my underwear are you, Steve?" "Yes, why not?" "Well... Well... I don't know. It's just that I always thought that underpants were sort of personal." "Look, John, you know what we did last night. You can't get more personal than that! So stop being a silly prat and give me a pair of those boxers before my bollocks freeze, will you?" Actually, it does feel a bit strange putting another guy's underwear on - I don't know why, really ,as it's all perfectly clean. We go down and his mom has a huge breakfast for us - bacon, sausage, tomato, egg, beans, toast, the lot. After we've eaten, I tell John we ought to go back to the Gulf to rebuild his stash of money, and he agrees. So we phone the agency, and they tell us they'll post the application forms to us at John's. So then there's nothing to do all day. John is still worried about the police, but I tell him that if they didn't come for us during the night, it isn't going to happen now. The only thing in this town apart from the boozer is the swimming pool, so we decide to go. I had to borrow John's old swimming trunks from when he was at school - they were the standard black Speedo briefs most schools use, but of course John was smaller then so on me they were really tiny. We swam for almost two hours, because we'd got used to doing this in the Gulf on our day off, and as usual we raced each other: it's almost the only thing John can beat me at, as he's a bit more muscular than I am, and if you do lots of lengths, that strength ultimately tells. Afterwards, in the showers, we saw how tanned we were compared with the other guys there, although our colour was highlighted by the stark white bands around our asses and cocks. England is a funny place - at least half the guys in the showers kept their swimming shorts on as they soaped themselves down to get rid of the chlorine from their skin. And it wasn't just the old fat guys who did this - even reasonable looking young guys of about our age did. We saw them looking at our totally naked bodies, but who cares? When we got home the post had delivered the application forms - this remote Dorset place wasn't so remote that first class mail from London couldn't get here the net day. So we filled them in, and went down to the Post Office to fax them off, before mailing the originals as well. The rest of the day was much the same - nice cooked meal, a few pints in the boozer, then back to John's mom and dads where we again slept naked and wanked each other before going to sleep. We'd only just had our breakfast the next morning when the phone rang - it was the employment agency, to say that there weren't any jobs going in the capital, but they were looking for electricians who were prepared to undertake a long-term assignment at a "remote palace in the desert, where the Sheikh had decided to totally renew all the electrics". We asked a few more questions, and guessed that it must be the same place where we'd renewed the ceiling lights and discovered the pleasures of slave riding. The agency told us that because there was no entertainment, and no other expats around to socialise with, the pay was even higher than usual and in addition there was free accommodation, flights, etc. We didn't even have to think for very long - John and I both said "yes" and the agency rang back later that day to say we could have flights on Monday - and it was now Friday. This was a bit sooner than we had expected, and John's mom was really tearful when we told his parents - they'd got used to having him around again, and now we were going to be away for a year. She started fussing about not being able to get all his washing and ironing done in time, but I told her - and John - not to bother much: after all, it was hot there and we normally only wore shorts and Ts for work. John wanted to take a couple of suitcases of stuff, but after I had made him justify everything to me, and throw out a lot of stuff, it was down to one (the lad wanted to take 10 pairs of boxers, when we never wore underwear there anyway, and eight long-sleeved shirts... I ask you!). For my part, I phoned my mom and told her to give all my stuff to a charity shop, or sell it. I knew that when I came back I'd want to buy all new clothes and stuff as the fashions would all have changed. That weekend John insisted I go for a long walk with him in the country, so he could really show me where he had grown up. Actually, it's not that bad - once you get used to the grass and stuff, it is better than walking around in London (if you like walking, that is). But the real purpose of his walk turned out to be a really secluded cove, surrounded by a couple of headlands, that you could only get to by walking miles as there was no road access. We went down to a little beach and it was so hot, and we were so sweaty, that we decided to go for a swim. We stripped off, and ran across the sand and plunged in: it was cold at first, but actually the sea was quite warm at this time of year. We swam and swam, and it felt great - it really is good to swim naked, rather than all cramped up in swimming shorts, as the feeling of the water ploughing over your cock and balls is really nice. We went and lay on the hot sand, and my prick, which had shrivelled up in the cold sea, started to recover. The next minute John's hand is on it, and he's starting to wank me, without so much as a by your leave. He seems to be losing that shyness he's always had! When I came he'd not been watching what he was doing, because my cum shot up all over my stomach and chest. I told him he was a clumsy git, and we had to run into the sea again so he could wash me. As we ran out and back across the sand to lie in the hot sun again, it occurred to me that we were experiencing the way that most of the Sheikh's slaves lived - as I ran across the sand, I was very conscious of the way that my cock bobbed up and down and my balls jerked - when you're running normally, after all, it's all supported inside your clothes. And being totally naked with John was just the same as the way the slaves were with each other. To show there were no hard feelings about him wanking me without asking, I leaned over and did the same to him. But I made sure that when I felt him starting to spurt I could push his cock to the side, so he shot onto the sand and not over himself. On the Monday morning his mom was really tearful, and his dad looked as if he might spring a few tears, too. She took me to one side, and told me what a good influence I was on John - he'd always been so shy and not all that bright, but now he seemed to be getting a lot more confident. And she knew I was looking out for him, so she wasn't so worried about him going off to a foreign country. She said, and it sticks in my memory, "It's as if you've done something to him that's made him wake up." We got the train to Woking, then the bus to Heathrow, and then everything was perfect - first class lounge where we had a refreshing glass of champagne, then flights in first class. At the airport we were whisked through customs and immigration, and out into one of the Sheikh's big limos. We noticed that apart from his smartly peaked cap the chauffeur was totally naked - it can't have been all that comfortable for him as you could tell his naked body was sticking to the leather seats. After the three hour drive across the desert waste we arrive at the palace, and the same foreman greets us as before. We have the same big room, with two double beds, and the drawers are stuffed with Ts and shorts as they were before In spite of the air conditioning in our room and the car, we're both sweaty. John throws off all his clothes and goes into the shower room, and I follow a moment later. The two shower slaves are in there too, as before, and after they have soaped us and washed us thoroughly, kneel down and start to suck us off. I look in the mirror, and the sight of John and me being sucked off by two naked slaves is somehow, well, erotic. I'm a bit surprised by this feeling, as I don't really think a guy should find the sigh of other naked guys sexy. John doesn't get dressed after the shower, and lounges around our room naked. I was going to put shorts and a T on, but think that if he can disport himself like that, why shouldn't I? It's a lot of fun somehow to be totally relaxed with your best mate naked like that, and we don't even feel funny when the naked waiters bring our dinner in. I turn in early, as we have an early start the following morning and I want to make a good impression. Just as I've turned over and am about to go to sleep, I feel John get in beside me and the next minute he's "spooning" me. "You don't mind me sleeping with you, do you Steve?", he whispers. "We did at home, and I'm a bit lonely tonight on this first night in our new place." As usual, I have to think about what's best for him, so I just push him away, roll him over a bit, so I can spoon up to him instead of him doing it to me. I shuffle around a bit so that I can get my cock lodged in his arse crack, and it does feel good to be close to him like that. I don't bother to reply - I can tell he knows I don't mind. The following morning I wake up with a bloody great erection sticking up between us, and the next minute he's rolled over and is wanking me. So I start to wank him. We've thrown the bedclothes off so we can see each other's cocks as they're jerked backwards and forwards, and the next minute the door opens and the bloody naked waiters come in with our breakfasts! Fucking hell, they're seeing us two stark naked, wanking each other. I go to stop and think about pulling the sheets over us or something, then think "Why?". The waiters are only slaves after all, and we're masters - we can do what we like in front of slaves! It's really good to lie with your best mate and eat breakfast, when you've just wanked each other. I suppose that's why men like to join the forces, as in the barracks this must go on all the time. We get up and dress, and go down to meet the foreman, who shows us the first job - replacing the power supplies to the kitchens. It's a huge job, and we tell him we're going to need help - some of the "walking step ladders", like we had last time. So he says we can go off and pick them, and we go outside and get into his "pony trap". It's only a light cart, really but we can see four huge naked black men in leather harnesses standing between the shafts. The foreman picks up a small whip, and aims it at the naked bums of the slaves, and we set off at a cracking pace. These blacks really have to run fast - if they show any sign of flagging the foreman "encourages" them with a crack across their backs or bums. He says that it's not a proper whipping - they know that they'll get that if they really don't perform. This light cart whip is just to "encourage" them in their efforts. We stop at a field, and there's a gang of 20 naked slaves working away. They're all doing something like hoeing weeds, and there's only one guard - the slaves are all chained together to collars around their necks, and so it's easy for him to supervise them all. The foreman gets the guards to make them stop, and we walk up and down inspecting them. They're all "average" guys, about like John and me, nicely muscled and there's all body and hair colours to choose from. They're all branded, of course, and they've all had their pubic hair trimmed in the way that we know the Sheikh insists on for his stock. The foreman suggests we choose one of them as a general "fetcher and carrier and odd job man", but John and I don't think we need this. We really need height, as we have to be able to get up into the palace ceilings easily. Further down the field we can see two teams of big slaves pulling ploughs, six in a team. These are all the tall, heavily muscled types we're after, so we walk down the field to inspect them. They're all really straining, and you can see it's really hard work by the way their muscles have to flex to drag the plough through the dry soil. Each team has a naked slave guiding the plough, and a guard with a whip who is constantly "encouraging" them in their efforts. Perhaps I'd better get one of these light whips to "encourage" our slaves, I think. I then see that the second team has the slave "403" in it that we used before so I tell the foreman I'll have him, as he's already trained. Actually, I like him, somehow - it can't be his personality, as I really didn't speak to him. Must be his body - but it can't be, as I don't like bloke's bodies. The other slaves are all quite like him in size and shape, so I simply pick another one and we set off back across the field. I can see 403 is kind of shaking, and he looks as if he wants to say something but dare not do so. Suddenly, he says "Master..." The foreman at once picks up the whip and really lays into him across his back and bum. The slave doesn't even try to defend himself, just stands there and takes it. But I can tell it must be hurting. When the foreman has finished, he just goes to walk off, but the slave again starts "Master..." The foreman is furious, and goes to start whipping the slave again, telling us that slaves are not allowed to speak unless spoken to. I wonder what he's got to say, though, as it's obviously important to him - I'd seen him tremble, and then risk being whipped a second time. So I stop the foreman, and gesture to indicate the slave can speak. "Master... Master.... Could you take slave 806 instead of this other slave?" I can't see any difference between them, so I just say "No." The slave then does something quite extraordinary. He falls to his knees in the dirt, and starts to kiss my work boots, wrapping his arms around my legs. He looks up and says "Please, master. I've always looked after 806. Without me he'll get into trouble on the ploughing team. Please take him as well. Or if you can only take one of us, take him rather than me. I know you're a kind considerate master, and you could make 806 work well...." I think of John, and how I look out for him, and it seems that this slave is a bit like me. So I say "OK" - after all one slave's as good as another. So I dismiss the other slave and he goes back to join the ploughing team, and the foreman calls to the guard to send 806 over to us. The slave 403 looks deliriously happy, and is looking at me as if I'm some sort of god! 403 and 806 are told by the foreman to run behind us, and we get back into the cart. As the four blacks pull us along at their fast pace, I turn around and see the two slaves really straining to keep up with us. Their magnificent bodies are sweating and you can tell that it's a real problem for them - although they're both obviously very fit, and they're both big tall guys, the blacks are trained "ponies" who do nothing else but run like this. And, I suspect, they've been specially selected for this work as they all have magnificent long legs. Back at palace we don't waste any time and start work immediately. John and I have to tell them every little thing at first - it's almost as if they've been brought up not to take even the tiniest decision for themselves. But we soon find it's really good to have such strong labourers to do all the hard work for us - you know, the stuff like shifting the heavy spools of new cable, tearing down unwanted partition walls, drilling new holes for cable runs through concrete floors, and all that type of thing. John and I can just concentrate on doing proper electricians' work. And of course whenever we need to reach up, we can command the slaves to kneel, sit on their shoulders, then get lifted up to do the work really easily. Unfortunately in a way the air conditioning in this part of the palace is working and it's not in our way so I can't have it turned off. So it's not hot enough that I can justify taking off my T and shorts. So I have to ride the slave with a layer of cotton between my arse and his shoulders - when we were here before I did actually think it was better to be completely naked, as I don't really like the way that the shorts get soggy from our sweat. But I remembered that to get proper control you do have to dig the ribs of the slave with your toes and heels, so as he kneels prior to my mounting him, I now always get 403 to unlace and take off my work boots, and pull my socks off. Somehow it feels god to be able to command the slave to do this for me, rather than having to bend down to do it myself. And he doesn't seem to mind the smell of my sweat-soaked socks at all. Our work goes well for the next couple of weeks, and we make excellent progress. John continues to come into my bed every night, even though he seems to have got over being home sick! And of course as you do when you have two naked horny guys in the same bed together, we fall into the habit of wanking each other, rather than just lying there and wanking ourselves. It's also good to be able to have instant relief from the shower slaves when we get back from work - they really do know how to excite a cock and tease you to cum. We lose 403 for an hour one morning a week when he's off to the breeding sheds, and two afternoons a week we lose him totally, as he has to go off for his special fight training. It's not a problem for me, as I simply tell John that I'm going to use "his" slave. Looking at 403 when he comes back, muscles all puffed up and covered in a sweat from his workout, I can't believe that I have absolute control of all that muscle power. Indeed, if anything, 403 is even more of a slave than he was before: he is totally servile and dog-like in his devotion to me, because I picked 806. And 806 is happy, too - he adores John. This slavery thing has also had a huge effect on John, and he has continued to come on in leaps and bounds. He commands 806 so confidently it's as if he has always done it - perhaps that's what he needed, total power over another man. One morning John tells me to go on ahead to work, and says he'll catch up. He won't say why, and I'm a bit intrigued because even though he has got a lot more independent, he's still not one to take initiatives. When he gets in about two hours later, he just picks up work as usual, and won't tell me where he's been or what he's been doing. I'm in for a surprise, apparently! It had better be a fucking good one. I still haven't found out what it is when we get back to our room that night and go into the shower. The water comes on as usual, but no slaves appear. John comes in for his shower, too, but still no slaves. Then he tells me what he's been doing: the water and the summoning of the slaves is controlled by an IR sensor in the shower, he says. So that morning he traced the connections and cut out the call to the slaves, although the water works as usual. "You stupid fucker, John", I say. "Who's going to wash us then? And I know you like them blowing you as much as I do...." I don't get a chance to continue because he has taken the soap and is now starting to soap me down, running his hands all over me. He hands me the soap, and I realise he wants me to do the same to him. As we run our hands over each other, I decide it's much better to be doing this with your mate rather than with slaves - it's nice to be touching and feeling him like this. And John seems totally uninhibited - he washes my hair, soaps his hand and runs it down my arse crack, and even washes my cock and balls - he's so gentle. I realise I need to do the same to him - we are equals, after all - and I find I actually like the sensation as I slide my soapy fingers down his crack. There's only one thing missing that the slaves do, but as we stand under the water and wash away the last traces of soap, John does that, too! After looking directly into my eyes for a few seconds, he drops to his knees and takes my prick into his mouth! He starts to suck and lick at it, and I get a hard on. He's got his hands around my bum and is kissing, sucking and caressing my cock with his tongue, and I realise he's going to blow me. But this isn't right! No! I'm not queer! A bit of wanking's one thing - lot of blokes do that with each other. But having your mate put your cock in his mouth is disgusting. It's OK for slaves to do it, but not your mate! So I push him away, and even as I do so I think this is illogical somehow - if your mate wants to blow you, why shouldn't he - it's not as if it hurts you to be sucked off by a guy after all? If it pleases him, why not? But it's too late, and John has gone out of the shower room. We hardly speak to each other for the rest of the evening. Just stuff like "Want the TV news?" "If you do it's all right by me", and we don't have our usual happy interchanges, and don't talk about the programmes with each other. When we get to go to bed John is still sulking. I think he's going to get into his own bed, but he still gets into mine. But instead of lying on his back so we can start to wank each other, he turns over and moves to the side of the bed so we're bum to bum. I miss him wanking me, and can't get off to sleep. I start to wank myself, and then think I can hear him listening to me doing it and thinking he's won some sort of victory. Well, I can show him! So I get out of bed, pull on a pair of shorts, and go down to the "pleasure rooms". If he wants to sulk, I can show him that it isn't going to affect me! I've never been inside the pleasure rooms before, although we've both looked at the selection displayed on the in-house TV, and I'm not sure what to do. I'm greeted by a rather superior slave, who asks me if I want to "eat here or take away?" Well, that isn't the way he put it exactly, but it is a bit like going to an Indian restaurant and having a huge variety of things to choose from! I finally pick a big olive-skinned slave with a nice pelt of dark hair down his front (although his back is smooth), and a very big cock. We go off down to a simply-furnished room with a shower, wash basin and bed in it, and the slave waits obediently. I realise I have to command him to do something, so I drop my shorts, sit on the edge of the bed, then tell him to kneel down and suck me off. He is, as you'd expect, an expert. It's clear he can hold me almost at the point of coming for as long as I like, just by slackening his pace a little, but I tell him to get it over with and I fill his mouth almost immediately with my spunk. He cleans my cock thoroughly with his tongue, and asks me if he would like him to wash me in the shower. But I just pull my shorts back on and go back through the palace up to our room. I get in beside John, who I can tell is awake, and just ignore him. That's taught John a lesson! The next morning, we work, mostly in silence. I can see the slaves are worried, as normally John and I keep up a stream of banter and chat. I suppose they're wondering if they've done something wrong, to annoy both of us. At lunchtime, without even asking me, John commands 403 - my 403 normally - to kneel and make a seat for him. Before he sits on the slave's naked back, he drops his shorts - that's unusual, because he's normally a bit modest. Then, with me watching in astonishment, he commands 8006 to come over and suck him off! 806 looks as if he's in heaven..... It's obvious that he's wanted to do this for a long time for "his" master! I can see 403 looking at me, pleadingly. But there's no way I'm going to have a work slave blow me - it's one thing to have shower slaves and pleasure room slaves do it for you, but not a slave who works with you every day! That night, back in our room, when it's time to shower neither John or I is willing to let the other be first. So as usual we go in together. We stand there, each trying to shower without touching the other. I look at John and say "Replace the fucking wiring, will you.... Get those slaves back in here! A man needs a bit of relief when he gets back from work. And whilst you're at it, sleep in your own fucking bed tonight - I don't want your mouth around my cock in the shower, and I don't want your bum shoving up against mine in bed." John's really upset - I think he realises he's carried things a bit too far. So he says "Look... I'm sorry, Steve... I only did it because I thought you'd like it. You're such a good mate to me, I thought you'd want to do everything with me, rather than with those impersonal slaves...." The big lummox! You can't really be angry with such devotion, can you? So I put my arm around his shoulder, push him over towards the bed and then gently down on it, and we lie there and wank other. When we've eaten, I tell him we're going out: we ought to do different things together. So I take him down to the pleasure rooms, but John won't pick a slave from all those lined up. I take the olive skinned one again, but John still won't choose, and won't let me choose for him either. Then he whispers that he wants to watch me and the slave together! But in the private room, with John watching I just can't get it up however much the slave tries. I didn't have that problem the night before, so it's not the slave's fault: I guess I'm not used to being watched! John then starts to get upset because he thinks it's him that's spoiled it for me, but I tell him I'm just tired. I don't want the evening to be a total wash out, so I go back to the slave at the entrance and ask what we can do. The answer is, effectively, anything I like with the slaves here. Whilst they're primarily for sex, it I'd be more turned on by whipping the slaves, he tells me, there is a specialised fully-equipped whipping chamber as part of the complex. But instead I select four of the slaves, and for the next couple of hours John and I amuse ourselves by commanding them do re-enact scenes from the porno movies we've been watching - it's a big laugh! The next day we're close to finishing and I want to carry on and work late - you know how it is, a couple of hours when you're close to finishing will save you half a day the next day when you have to pick up and remember where you got to. So we work on, and John and I are still there when the guards come to take them off to be locked up for the night. I tell them I'm using the slaves, and they should be left, and a few minutes later the guards reappear with the slave's "supper"... 4 biscuits for each of them, in a bowl. We stop work so that 403 and 806 can eat, and I'm astonished at the way they devour the biscuits - they're gone in an instant. We used to have a Labrador that eat like that - you only had to put food in front of her and it was gone in an instant. I ask 403 if he's always that hungry, and he tells me yes - it turns out that the standard rations are designed to keep the slaves just exactly balanced between "enough" and "starvation". And when they've been working really hard, they get really hungry. I call the guards back, and tell them to fetch me two more biscuits. When they've gone, I give 403 and 806 one more each. I can't believe 403's reaction: he falls to the floor on his knees in front of me, and kisses the fingers of my hand that fed him, each in turn. We work on, and it's really late when we finish, as, like there usually is, there's an unexpected snag at the last minute. I call the guards to take 403 and 806 away, but they say it's not now possible. The slaves are still sleeping with the field gangs, and they have all been locked up for hours and the guards at the slave barracks have all gone off duty until the morning. The guards start to chain up our slaves to one of the pillars holding up the roof, and say they can simply sleep there, as they're only slaves. But it doesn't look very comfortable, and I tell the guards that the slaves can come back to our room with us. "Suit yourself", the guard says and give me a sort of leering wink. "Here's the chains and shackles for them - even though they won't try to escape, the Sheikh's standing orders are that all slaves must be secured over night. And, sir, they may come in handy if you like to play those little games with them, if you know what I mean." I can see the guard thinks I just want the slaves for sex, and he thinks I'm into bondage games! So I tell him to mind his manners, and he apologises and tells me that he's sure there will be shackling points in our room - there are almost everywhere in the Palace. We lead 3 and 6 off through the palace back to our room, and tell the slaves to go in and shower as they're covered in dirt from the days work, to say nothing of their sweat. John and I strip and go in too, so all four of us are naked in there. The slaves don't know how to take being in the shower with their naked masters - having us sit on them is clearly one thing, but being in the shower with us is another! I tell them to relax, we're just blokes together. Well, actually that's not so. It isn't like being in the showers after a gym session in London, as this shower is much smaller and we're all touching each other. I decide this is a good time to really feel 3's muscles, and of course I have good reason to: a responsible master occasionally checks his laves for "damage". I've never really felt his body before in so much detail, and it's very exciting to have it under my hands. I go on to inspect 6, too, then decide I want to compare them. So I have them stand close together, then put both their cocks together in the palm of my hand. I can feel both of the flanges of their cock heads in my sweaty palm, and they're both getting harder and harder as we just stand there. Fucking hell! What is this? I'm not supposed to get a thrill from feeling blokes' cocks After the shower 3 and 6 can't believe the room - I don't think that being outdoor work gang slaves they have ever seen carpet before. And they look at the beds in wonder. There's a little trap door let into the carpet between the two beds, and I'd always thought it concealed more power points. But when I open it up I see it's a big stout loop of steel, obviously shackling point. So I put cuffs on each of their ankles, and attach them by a short chain and padlock to the loop. I wake up n the middle of the night, and just know that John is awake, too. We can hear all these little noises, sort of like flesh on flesh. We look over and see that 6 is fucking 3 - and I always thought that 3 was the dominant one! It must have given John ideas, because he pulled me towards him and started to wank me, without even asking! In the morning we eat our breakfast and they crunch their biscuits, then it's of to work as usual, just as if nothing has happened. Later that day I talk to the foreman and tell him that we've got several late nights lined up. We don't want the slaves sleeping in our room all the time, and so can't something be done about making sure they can always get back to the slave barracks, however late it is? He suggests instead that we move to a room with inbuilt slave quarters, then they could be with us all the time, and we would have complete flexibility with working hours but complete privacy if we wanted it. That sounded like an excellent idea, so after work he shows John and me to a different corridor where the room doors are further apart. Inside the outer door there's a little lobby, with two doors - one leads into a normal bedroom, just as we have now, and the other into a room that is totally bare. Three walls are plastered, but the fourth seems to have bars in front of the plaster. But we find out why - in "our" room panels of the wall can be pushed back to reveal the bars, so that if we want we can look into the slave quarters. It seems an excellent idea, but the space we have seems a bit smaller than we're used to. John then suggests that as we don't really need it, one of the double beds could be moved out to give us a bit of breathing space! When I tell the foreman this he grins, and says "Oh, I always thought you were a bit more than just mates!" I feel myself blushing, as I'd never thought of myself like that. But I could see how people might get he wrong idea about John and me He then shows us some of the facilities of the slave part of the room - we can turn the light on and off, there's a built-in shower head that we control from our side, one of the standard water dispensers, and, of course, in the corner, a crap hole. "You can leave the slaves locked in here for long periods", the foreman tells us. "In fact, why don't you leave them in here tomorrow, Friday, and we three will go out together?" But I think that's a bit cruel, so instead I suggest instead that the slaves are taken to the gym and thoroughly worked out - I don't want them to lose that superb muscle tone, and I'm concerned that we just don't work them hard enough. The following morning the foreman calls for us in a pony trap. It's only a small one, and we have to squeeze together quite a lot to get in. Instead of the four big tall blacks, who have apparently already gone out, our trap is pulled by only three slaves: they're a bit Russian-looking, only about 5'10", and all near-identical blondes. The foreman takes us on a tour of the estate to "show us the sites", and says that it doesn't matter about the ponies: the blacks were for speed, but these three are tough little work horses who can trot all day if necessary provided we don't want a flat-out gallop from them. They are indeed Russians, and the foreman says they're becoming quite popular not just because of their colouring, as there are lots of blondes, but because they do seem to have more stamina than other white races. Actually the estate is quite boring. Nothing but fields under cultivation, with here and there gangs of naked slaves doing something or other to the soil or the crops. But at one point we come across a solitary naked slave standing there "pumping" - he's chained to a treadmill that's turning a pump, and he's stolidly pushing up and down as the water spurts out into the adjacent field. There's something a bit unusual about this slave, though: unlike every other slave on the Sheikh's estate, this one has long shaggy hair and a scraggly beard! I ask the foreman about this and he reigns in our ponies and stops our cart. " "Oh yes, that's one of the 'sights'. He's that Marine who was enslaved last time you were here. In spite of being 'ringed', he didn't adjust. He had constant punishment, and many, many savage whippings. The trainers just couldn't break him!" "You know", he went on, "It's not always successful to enslave Marines. If you're going to enslave men, you need ordinary men, without 'trained' bodies. You have to be able to break them with a reasonable amount of physical pain. We couldn't break this one without killing him, and that would probably have been the best thing to do, really. But the Sheikh hates waste. And, to a certain extent, if you whip a slave so hard to break him that it kills him, the slave could be said to have 'won'." We stop to look more closely, and the foreman goes on to tell us that the slave has to pump so many thousand litres a day, else he's not fed. Otherwise he's not touched at all. He's never able to move more than four feet or so from the spot, and to be able to pump enough water he has to work at it about 16 hours a day, eight with his legs on the treadmill, and eight with his arms on a big wheel at the other side. It seems the slave is stubbornly determined to stay alive, and hence he works! Taking a closer look at him we see there's a really tough look in his eyes. He has magnificent muscles on his wiry, compact body. And it's so strange to see a slave with hairy balls! We get out and I go over and run my hands down the slave's back as he stands there stolidly pumping away. I can feel scars everywhere, and as I move lower to his muscular arse and thighs, they're there too. The slave starts to shout at me to fucking leave him alone, but the foreman warns him to be silent else his food will be withheld. And, as the foreman reminds him "No food, and you won't be able to work. If you don't work, you won't be fed....." The slave shuts u, but I can tell from the way he is standing that he hates me for inspecting him in this way. When I go around the front I see that his cock is sticking right out! He has a big gold band at the root of his cock, around his cock and the top of his ball sack., It's about an inch wide, so his cock is made to jut out from his body - he's permanently semi-erect. And he has big rings, about two inches in diameter, in his nipples. They flop up and down as he pounds away: it must be agony! The foreman tells me as we drive away that the nipple rings usually calm down unruly slaves as their constant motion reminds the slave of his status every time he moves. And, of course, an Overseer can very conveniently deliver a punishment just by pulling on them. This slave has been "banded" around the cock, too, as a mark of his difficult nature. But none of this worked. That night I left John watching TV - there's a good porno movie on, and I tell him not to get any ideas as he's only allowed to wank me and nothing more! I go down to the stables, and check out a light, one-man chariot. The pony is a tall young guy, who can't be more than 22 or 23. The stable master says he's been selected for speed - I'm not going far, am I, as the slave does not have a great deal of stamina but is good for a couple of quick sprints. Another pony can of course be harnessed... But I tell him I'm in a hurry and not going far, so the current one will be satisfactory. As we go out of the yard, I flick the carriage whip lightly onto his bum, and the boy almost starts to fly! Using the reins I pull his head from side to side and guide him towards the pump, where the marine is still working away in the moonlight. "Stop pumping for a minute, and listen to me", I shout. And, reluctantly, I think, he does. I move around in front of him and can't help looking a his cock stuck out like that. I say "I need an assistant... I've got a lot of technical work coming up, and it's too difficult to train 'bred' slaves." "Fuck off!" "Suit yourself. But how long are you going to last? This will kill you, sooner or later... And absolutely no possibility of escape. You owe it to yourself to maximise chances of escape, and to keep alive.. As my slave, you'd do that." "You may be right, I suppose..." "But I'm not going to have surly disobedience from you. If I get you out of this, you've got to behave like a proper slave. You can do whatever you like to try to plot and plan your escape, although I understand you risk death if it fails. But the rest of the time you've got to behave 'properly', as a slave does. So no arguing with my orders, no hesitancy, no disobedience of any kind - total submission to me, your master, as any slave would. Do you agree?" "OK, we've got a deal." "No, slave. We do not have a 'deal'. Slaves and masters don't deal. Masters command, and slaves obey. Now, do you want to be my slave, working for me?" "Yes", quietly, with his head down a bit, as if in shame. "Fuck you, Marine, or should I say Slave 397!" (I'd read his number, branded across his upper chest). "You haven't learned... I said you were to behave as a slave, and you have not answered me as a slave should. A slave should be happy to serve a master, always answers respectfully, and always addresses a master as 'master'. I've a good mind to leave you here until you work yourself into exhaustion. Last chance, 397...." "Yes.... Master." "Good! One more test, to make sure you have understood the lesson. I want you to give me the kiss of subservience and obedience." "Master....", hesitantly, "I don't know what that is." "When a master acquires a new slave, the new slave shows he worships his master's cock by kissing its head, reverentially." I could see the ex-Marine fighting something within himself. I felt sure I'd get another "Fuck you", and would have to leave him there to his fate. But I think the logic of my arguments had got through to him, because after a moment or two he said, although it was almost in a whisper, not the crisp replies a slave usually gives.... "I understand, Master...." "Kneel, then." It felt amazing to have this big powerful piece of man meat, a trained killer, kneel in the dirt in front of me. I took a couple of steps forward and thrust my hips forward a bit. I could see the ex-Marine fighting within himself still, as he reached up with his filthy hands, pushed the leg of my shorts gently up my thigh and exposed my cock. I said nothing, and continued to look. His hands were trembling as he continued to hold my shorts leg up and moved his head towards me. It was disgusting, really, to see his long shaggy hair - all slaves here are of course normally smooth - as his bowed head moved towards me. And it was only a token kiss - his lips barely brushed my cock head. But I decided to let it go - he was making remarkable progress in his obedience training." He leaned back, and I could see the guy was almost crying with the stress he was under. "Good, 397. I shall call you 7 from now on. Carry on working as usual, and tomorrow I will arrange for you to be picked up, cleaned like a proper slave, and brought to the site." I turned and leapt into the pony cart. I felt great - I was going to dominate this ex-Marine where all the so-called experienced masters had failed. I would break him, and show them that English lads could teach Arabs a thing or two about controlling men! I loved the feel of the cooler night air on me as the pony slave pulled me along, and wanted more, so I whipped him, and then again and again, until I sensed from the way he no longer reacted that he was going absolutely flat out. But just to make sure, I kept lashing at his arse so that he didn't flag. When we got back to the stables, the lad collapsed, and lay on the ground with his chest heaving and the breath rasping in and out of him. The stable lads came out and helped him to his feet, and I could see that there was blood streaming from the places where I had perhaps been just a touch too enthusiastic in my urging of him to go faster. The stable master then appeared, and I was worried for a moment that he was going to tell me off for harming the slave, but instead he just said "You are obviously a skilled master, sir. Too many of the masters who take out these livery ponies treat them too gently: it takes a real master to appreciate how to drive them to their limits, so they are totally exhausted when they get back here. And the less experienced riders never draw blood - it does the ponies good to be reminded of their position every now and again with a proper thrashing." I felt like a million dollars! This was the first time I'd controlled a pony, and I was considered to be an excellent driver. I was in such a good mood when I got back to our room that I tossed the slaves a biscuit (I'd had a small supply placed in our room, as "treats" for them as you would for a dog or any pet animal) . But only one, as it is of course vital not to over feed them, as you don't want their bodies losing that superb chiselled look that only comes when there's absolutely no fat in evidence. So 3 had to bite it in half, and it was touching to see how they looked at the two bits to decide which was slightly the larger, and then argue as 3 insisted that 6 have it. He was still "looking out" for 6. John was almost asleep when I got in beside him, but I slapped him on the arse and told him to get wanking - I really needed relief after all the night's excitement. We had been working away for a couple of hours the next day when the guards arrived with our new slave, 7. John gasped when he saw the man - now, with his hair cut short and his genital area having received the slave's standard trim, he looked amazing - the way his cock was stuck out in front of him as a result of the wide ring meant that you couldn't help look at him. And as he walked towards us, his naked feet slapping on the marble floor, you could see the two giant nipple rings bouncing up and down. When we'd first arrived at the palace we had thought that it was humiliating for slaves to have to go naked - but this was an entirely different level of humiliation. John and I were working in the ceiling again, riding 6 and 3. So we used 7 to "fetch and carry" for us, bringing tools when we needed them, or carrying the end of a new cable from one of us to the other. The ex-marine wanted his commands in English, but I knew that as part of his training - however unsuccessful that might have been - he would have been taught Aralish. I was determined that he would be treated as a slave, exactly like 3 and 6, so I always commanded him in Aralish and refused to speak English to him. Whenever he showed any signs of failing to obey the Aralish, I'd simply invent additional work, so that he was kept constantly running between John and me. It was quite funny, actually, to see his cock sticking out as it did. And a lot of the time he was hopelessly erect. I thought it was a bit of a laugh, actually, to have him do all this unnecessary stuff just because of his stubborn pride. But he didn't tire as much as I wanted, and he still was not completely subservient, and still was reluctant to obey Aralish commands. So I thought of a new humiliation for him - I started to use him as a walking tool box. Usually I carry all my commonly used tools in a leather workmen's belt around my waist, but it does get a bit hot and sweaty sometimes, even in England. I hit on the idea of using the slave 7 to hold my special screwdrivers and wire-stripping pliers: I simply dropped them down into his nipple ring - the blade of the screwdrivers went through, but the handles wouldn't. Then he had to walk along beside 3 as I sat astride him, and I called down for whatever tool I needed. And when I had finished with them, I would simply drop them on to the floor. Hew had to bend down and retrieve them and put them back into his nipple ring, keeping his body upright at all times so that the others didn't fall out. It was a real laugh to see him bobbing up and down - really humiliating, and painful, too, because of the weight of the tools (especially the pliers) pulling down on his nipples. You'd think the silly fucker would learn quite quickly, wouldn't you, that it would be sensible to obey orders correctly, and that I would then tire of playing games with him. But no - he went on all morning, with a generally surly disposition and reluctance to do what he was told the first time. E really had to be taught a further lesson. So I got down from 3 and told 7 to take a roll of insulating tape to John who was at the other end of the room, still mounted on 6. He went to take it from my hand, but instead I reached down and pushed it over his cock, which was erect and so readily to hand! Then I told him to run along, and to be sure to keep excited as I didn't want the tape dropping off on to the floor! When he'd done that, he was my "tool box" again, but now he was also my personal tape dispenser - he had to stand there holding the roll on his cock for the rest of the morning. At lunchtime I told 6 and 7 form a "sofa" for John and me as they have done before - we didn't do this much as, frankly, sitting on the hot sweaty backs of the slaves when our own arses were already hot and sticky from working was not all that good: John and I usually preferred to sit on the cool marble floor. But 7 wasn't used to being used as a piece of furniture, so I could further humiliate him by making him kneel in front of us on hands and knees so we could use his back as a table. As we moved our food around on his back, I pointed out the scarring to John from his whippings. I tell John, knowing that 7 is listening, that the scarring is permanent. Not only can the Sheikh not sell him because of his brands, but most people in the palace won't even use him as it is so unsightly. I carried on humiliating him all afternoon, using him as a tool box, and making him run up and down with a roll of tape carried on his cock - I saw that he particularly disliked this. And when I needed a length of tape, I made him take a pair of pliers out from his tit ring, unwind a length of tape from the reel on his cock, cut it to length, and hand it up to me. That night we lodged all three slaves in their quarters next to us. I deliberately leave the "doors" open so we can watch them through bars. I say to John in a loud voice that "It's so convenient to have this new tape dispenser. We'll never lose the tape again as we know it will always be around the slave's cock. We'll use him that way every day." 7 completely "lost it", as I hoped he would, with my taunting. He came to the bars, grabbed hold of them, and started screaming "You fuckers! I'm not a slave! I'm a man, like you! If you were men, you'd help me get out of this hell hole and not humiliate me...." I went up to the bars and said, calmly and quietly, so I contrasted with his furious raving "You are a slave. Remember, I can have you sent back to that pump, where you will certainly die sooner, rather than later. But I'm not going to do that this time - You have to be punished for this insolence and I'm going to have a whipping instead." "You fucker! You don't scare me! I've had more whippings than I can remember. Marines don't break under the whip!" I thought about this, and realised I was in a difficult situation - I could of course order him to be flogged to within an inch of his life, or even to death. But if he didn't break, he would then have he upper hand. But, equally, I'd said I was going to have a whipping, and I couldn't back down, for the same reason. I consulted the phone book, picked up the phone, and within a couple of minutes one of the palace's punishment squads came into the room. I whispered to the guard captain who was in charge of the six men quietly, then they went to the cage and unlocked it. Four of them went it (any more than that and they simply get in each other's way), and 7 backed into a corner taking up a fighting stance. But the guards understood my requirements, and ignored 7, took 6 by the arm, and led him out into the bedroom, locking the cage now only holding 3 and 7 behind them. Without saying another word they pushed 6 against the bars of the cage so his back was towards us and his front faced the astonished 3 and 7, spread his arms apart so that his shoulders were protruding nicely and cuffed his wrists above his head to the bars of the cage, and spread his legs and similarly cuffed his ankles. "Now, 7, your punishment. You're going to have to stand there in that cage, looking at 6 here, whilst he takes your lashes. Every time you show me disrespect in future, 6 will be whipped. You can explain your attitude and actions to him and 3 later." I told the guards to get started, but only to give 6 six lashes on that occasion. It's actually pretty fearsome to see a man whipped for real - not one of those mock whippings we'd seen over and over in the porno flicks on the TV. There's a sinister "swish" as the end of the whip flies through the air, the "crack" as it strikes the flesh of the slave, and then the immediate scream of pain that is forced out from him, however hard he has tried to suppress it. And I don't think "scream" is quite the right word, as it implies fear: this sound comes from deeper down in the body, and is a great shout of pure anguish. It was followed almost immediately by another cry - 3 had rushed up to the bars and was trying to comfort 6. Then he turned, and simply flew at 7. It was like a repeat of that fight we had seen them in all those months ago - although then 3 had been fighting as the Sheikh's champion, and was doing it as a "professional". Now both men were fighting in absolute fury - 3 had lost all control, and would, I'm sure have killed 7 if he had not in turn been fighting back with that same determination and ferocity we'd seen before - I think all the suppressed rage and fury was coming out of him as he laid in to 3 in turn. I spoke to the guard captain, and the four trained guards went back into the cell - rather them than me - to break up the two fighters. They had to use their cattle prods on the two naked slaves to break them up and momentarily stun them, and then had them cuffed, as I had instructed: they were stood back to back so their bums were touching, then had each one's right hand cuffed to the other's left, and vice versa. The whip master then gave 6 the remaining five lashes, and 3 and 7 could only stand there and watch - although they struggled and jerked at each other, they couldn't do each other any harm, cuffed as they were. 6 was uncuffed, and with streaks of blood coming off his back was placed back into the cage. 3 wanted to comfort his friend, but had no use of his arms. I went up to the bars and stood looking at them. 7 started to shout again "You fucker! You cunt! You..." "Silence!" I snapped. "One more word, and 6 here will get another six lashes. And another six, and another, until you learn to behave properly and respectfully." "Now I'm going to leave you three to think about what has happened here. Goodnight!", and I walked over and closed the doors separating the cage from our bedroom. God, I was horny! I leaped onto John, and told him to get wanking before I burst. All through the night we could hear noises of shouting and talking coming though the doors from the cage, and John seemed very upset - I think he really didn't like the whipping. But I hugged him to me, and told him not to worry, as I was looking out for him as I always did and knew what was best. In the morning, I personally undid the cuffs holding 3 and 7. All three slaves looked subdued, and I had to command them to kneel in front of me - even 3 forgot his normal courtesy. They all clearly hadn't slept much, and I was concerned about 6 and went to look at his back - I was expecting to see a mass of dried blood, but it was clean and scabs had formed nicely over the six lines left by the whip. "How...?" I started to ask. It was 7 who cut across me - I thought about punishing him again - "Master, your slaves 3 and I Iicked the wounds of slave 6 so that he would recover quicker". It was his prefacing the answer with "Master" that saved him - perhaps my lessons were starting to bite home. They were all sullenly silent still when we started work, but I knew that I had won a small victory: As I sat on 3's muscled shoulders waiting to start work in the ceiling again, 3 sort of shook his head at 7 in a gesture. Blushing deeply, 7 picked up a roll of insulating tape and stuck over his prick without being commanded to by me. The slaves had obviously worked something out between themselves! That evening I kept the slaves' evening biscuits from them, and we worked on. Normally I allowed 3 and 6 to feed at 18:00 promptly, as it only meant stopping for a few moments whilst they crunched down their meagre rations of four slave biscuits. But tonight I made them wait until they were all in their cage. First I locked the door, then told them to shower, and be quick about it. I made sure the water was icy cold - that's one of the little refinements that's been fitted to these master/slave combination rooms: the water in the palace is never usually cold, only lukewarm from the desert's heat, so slaves normally shower in "raw" water that is not heated explicitly. But in these master/slave rooms, you can mix cold into the normal supply of hot water as you can in any normal western hotel, and - here's the difference - it's icy cold chilled water from the palace air conditioning system. The slaves all hated the icy water as it splashed over them, but I insisted they all stood under it for five minutes before turning it off. They all tried to huddle together to stop the water causing them so many problems, but even so by the time they had finished they were all shivering and were all covered with goose bumps. 3 and 6 rubbed each other's bodies to try to get some warmth back, but even though they offered to do this to 7, he stood aloof I noticed. I then told them to kneel against the bars of our room, and then fed them individually: I gave 3 and 6 each four of the large size slave bars, making them take each one from my outstretched hand individually, and lick my finger tips in reverence as they did so. Then I went to give 7 four of the medium sized bars (his smaller body mass did not warrant the full size bars). After the first one, I told him to lick my fingers but he just knelt there sullenly. When he didn't lick them after the second one, I just said "You're obviously not hungry tonight", and went and fed 3 and 6 the two remaining biscuits. Then I simply shut the doors of the cage, so John and I did not have w to look at them again. John was upset again by my treatment of 7, and said I should at least have fed him, even if I made him get cold. "You know how little excess food they have", he said, "So every bit is vital to them. The poor guy will not be able to sleep tonight..." "Good. If he's hungry, and deprived of sleep, he'll perhaps be a bit more compliant tomorrow." We spent the rest of the evening eating our meal and watching a porno flick, but John seemed very silent. When we were in bed and I as looking forward to a good wank with him, he turned over so that he was facing away from me! I "spooned" up against him, and went to reach over his body to grab his cock, but I got a muffled "Fuck off, will you?" for my troubles. I lay there for about an hour, but John didn't seem to be coming around - why he was so upset about me giving 7 a lesson I can't imagine. But he wasn't going to get the better of me, so I got up and made my way down to the pleasure rooms again. Funny, without John watching I could easily get it up and that big olive-skinned slave I'd had before really does do a fantastic job. When I went back to the room I too turned around, so that it was only our bums that made occasional contact during the night. The following morning I opened the doors to the cage and again told the slaves to kneel as I was going to give them breakfast individually, and again the same thing happened - I fed 7 two of his ration, but wouldn't give him the rest as he had not licked my finger tips as a grateful slave should. Again, I gave the biscuits to 3 and 6. They almost got away with it! If I hadn't turned back to shout at John as I was going into the bathroom, I wouldn't have seen 3 and 6 each pop the biscuits out of their mouths and give them to 7. Even though they were soaked with the slaves' spit, 7 greedily stuffed them into his mouth and crunched them up - I guess he must have been desperately hungry. All three of them continued to kneel there, 7 looking defiant, 6 looking worried, and 3 looking bewildered, as if he didn't quite know what he had done. Work that day wasn't a barrel of laughs. 7 looked almost defiant as he slipped a roll of insulating tape over his prick. John wasn't really speaking to me except for the absolute minimum to get the work done, and both 3 and 6 seemed downcast somehow and 3 did not have that "ever eager to please" look that means his face is often smiling. But that evening I was faced with open defiance from all of them. As they knelt, shivering from their icy shower that this time went on for eight minutes, I told 7 he wasn't going to get any more than half rations - two biscuits - unless he properly thanked the hand that fed him. Surely, I thought, it's humiliating enough to have to be hand-fed by your master - what possible difference can licking his fingers make? But he didn't, and after two biscuits I told all three of them that the other two biscuits were not going to 3 and 6 as they had that morning, as they had greatly displeased me by thwarting my wishes and giving the extra to 7. I told them they could get up, and then I saw something quite extraordinary - 3 went to kiss 7! He'd never done that before, as 7 always pushed him away, although he and 6 kissed frequently, and deeply. Now 7 had his mouth locked on 3's, and they were obviously deep tonguing each other! What had brought about this amazing increase in comradeship, I wondered? Then I realised what had happened - 3 had the crunched up remains of his last biscuit in his mouth, and was sharing it with 7. Complete defiance of my wishes - if not of my exact orders, as I had not forbidden them to do this of course. I hid my feelings, as it was important not to let 7 see that he had bested me, but was in a pretty foul mood as I shut the cage doors. John knew this, but said something fucking stupid like "Well, it's your own fault....." We didn't speak at all that evening, and if there had been two beds in the room, I'd have kicked him out and made him sleep in the other one. As it was, we just lay there silently, each cross with the other. Those slaves were coming between me and my best mate. The next morning I told John to say nothing, whatever I did. I was pissed off enough at him as it was, and I told him that if he criticised me again for my handling of the slaves, especially in front of them, I'd find another room. So he just stood there and watched as I fed 3 three of his four biscuits, and made him open his mouth after each one so I could ensure he had swallowed them all. Then I gave him his fourth one, and as he was crunching it, I said "Feeding time's over for this morning. Those slaves who did not get fed will have to wait until tonight, unless 3 here wants to share anything with you!" I could see 3's brain trying to cope with the dilemma he now faced - he only had a little soggy biscuit chewed up in his mouth, and he really needed that himself - it was one of his fight training afternoons that day. But 7 and his lover 6 had had none at all, and by the evening they would be ravenous. He stood there, and then went and basically "kissed" each of 6 and 7, transferring a little of the slave biscuit to each. I noticed that 7 was relatively fastidious, basically just taking the biscuit that was given to him as 3's tongue pushed it out, but 6 ravenously licked all around the inside of 3's mouth to clean out the last traces of biscuit - but then, he was used to having is tongue deep inside 3! During the day I made sure that both slaves worked hard: I insisted that John rode 6 all day, so he had to cope with John's weight for protracted periods. And I made sure that John and I were working at opposite ends of the long entrance hall, so that 7 could be kept running backwards and forwards between us carrying messages and tools. When I came to give the slaves their meal that evening I had another test up my sleeve: I fed 3 all four of his biscuits and made him eat them down totally. Then I gave him three biscuits and said "Here - you feed 6 and 7." I could see him looking at the biscuits, and knowing that there was not enough to feed one slave, let alone two. And remember that they had not been properly fed that morning either. It was pure torture for him - yes, torture, that is what it was: not only was the slave totally unused to make decisions of any kind, but now he had a terrible dilemma. He had to choose whether to almost starve his long-time lover, 6, and totally starve 7. Or whether to half-starve both. He looked as if he was going to cry as he gave each slave one biscuit, then broke the other one in half and gave half to each one. We all knew that one and a half biscuits was not sufficient to feed the slaves after a hard day's work - remember, they were kept permanently lean anyway, so had no body fat reserve to rely on. To my annoyance I saw that 7 did not eat his biscuit and a half, but went to give them to 6! I commanded 6 to hand them back to me, and all three slaves had to watch as I threw the precious food into the waste bin in the corner of our room. Calling 7 to one side of the cage, I told him in a quiet voice in English so that 3 and 6 should not understand "This is going to get you nowhere. All you have succeeded in doing is hurting both slaves - 6 will go very hungry tonight as your actions prevented him being fed this morning and only getting quarter rations tonight. And you may think that 3 is OK, but look at the poor guy - he's torturing himself with worry because he has to decide which of you will be fed and which will starve whilst he remains comfortable." "So wise up, and start to think and behave like a slave. You may choose to starve yourself by nobly handing over your food, but it will not benefit the others as you have seen. Your wilful disobedience to my wishes has caused all this - even though they were not express commands, you knew that you should be properly grateful for being fed from my hands and show this by kissing them. A proper slave would see what his master wanted, and do it even though he would prefer not to." He stood there, looking at me with a mixture of hate and resignation. I thought hat perhaps I was winning again. "Master..... " "You dare to speak without being asked a question, slave?" "Master... I'm sorry. Sorry for speaking. But I needed to beg you to do something for slave 6. I know it is all my fault that he is suffering now, but you can change that: please, master, feed 6." "I said yesterday that I do not bargain with slaves, 7. But I am now going to set you a test. If I agree to feed 6, will you agree to being fed as I want you to be fed?" "Master... Is this a trick? If I say 'yes', I have bargained with you, and slaves must not do that. If I say 'no', I am still being disobedient..." "Very clever, 7. No - a simple question... If I feed 6 now, will you agree to consume nourishment yourself, as I command?" "Yes, Master. Please feed 6. He knows that your displeasure is not his fault, but does not understand what he can do to make you pleased with him. I know he is very hungry, but, worse, he is confused. And, as you said, 3 is deeply upset and worried. I do not want my fellow slaves to suffer." "Very well. But remember, 7, that I totally control you slaves. If I feed 6 now and you subsequently disobey me, understand that I will automatically, without any further discussion and without any hope of me changing my mind, starve both you and 6 for the next 48 hours." I went over to the box where I kept the supply of additional biscuits as "treats", took out two, called 6 over, and allowed him to take them from my fingers into his mouth. He had not heard or understood my conversation with 7, so thought that whatever he had done to displease me must now be all right. The poor lad was almost crying. "Now 7, for your meal. I think you're in need of pure protein. So no biscuits for you... But you are hungry, and I want you to have a couple of mouthfuls of delicious pure man-milk. Go over and suck both 3 and 6 until they cum, and be sure to take every drop down your throat - you can't afford to miss out on a drop of nourishment!" The look of pure hate that filled his eyes told me that I had not yet won the battle to tame this slave, but he did at least start to obey my order. He went over and knelt in front of 3, took the slave's enormous cock into his mouth, and started to suck. I could tell that he was not an expert at this - there was no way he could get 3's larger than average cock into his mouth. And unlike our bath slaves or the one who had serviced me so well in the pleasure rooms, he did not seem to have a knack for doing anything to particularly excite. So it took a long time for 3 to cum, but I knew that when he did 7's mouth must have been filled with cum because 3 was capable of producing very large quantities. 7 was obviously not used to drinking cum, because as 3 shot he pulled away and was choking and gagging. I made him lick up the cum which was spilled on to the floor, then commanded a second performance, with 6. As I shut the doors covering the bars of their cage, I saw 3 and 6 lying together as usual, but 7 was sitting against the wall on the far side, in that position of abject misery I'd seen before - knees drawn up, and head slumped down. He clearly felt totally humiliated and degraded by being forced to drink slave cum in this way, at my command, and whilst John and I watched. That night John continued his policy of an icy silence towards me. And I was really pissed off - it was bad enough having to cope with the slaves, without having him playing up as well. So I didn't even think about going to bed with him so that he could lie with his back turned to me - as soon as I had eaten dinner I went down to the pleasure room where the olive skinned slave soon relieved some of my tensions. When I went back to our room, John was pretending to be asleep, so I just ignored him. And in the morning I didn't even have to wake him up as I usually did - he had been tossing and turning all night, and hadn't slept much so that, unusually for him, he was awake when I was. I wasn't going to have this all day again, so I said "Look, John, don't fuck me around, will you? It's bad enough trying to get control of these slaves as it is, and I need your support and help not your fucking sullen dumb criticism!" He didn't say anything, so I continued "If you carry on like this I'm going to quit. I'll work with you until the end of the contract, but one of us can find another room. Then you can be alone every night by yourself, not saying a word, as you have been this week. So either change your attitude, or change your mate. Now, which is it to be?" He sat there quiet, then said "Steve......." "Yes?" "Steve... You're the best mate I've ever had. In London, on the site, it was fantastic. And the first time we came to this country. But this time it all seems to have gone wrong - I thought it was getting better, with you and me wanking each other. I really liked that. But the way you're treating those slaves.... It upsets me." "Don't be an even more stupid cunt than you usually are, John! If I don't control these slaves, who will? You?" "No, Steve... It's just that....." "Just nothing! Tell me what you'd do, or shut your fucking mouth, change your attitude, and let me get on with it!" "Steve... I don't know." The poor guy was trembling now, and I could see that I'd gone too far. It wasn't fair to get John to have to make choices and decisions, as it upset him. So I calmed down a bit, changed my tone and went and stood beside him and said "Look, mate, it's for the slaves' own good! 3 and 6 were OK, they're used to being slaves. But that ex-Marine, 7, isn't and his behaviour is upsetting the others. He has to be taught to behave properly for the good of all of them." "Why don't we simply send him back, Steve? We don't really need him on the site." "Because, you stupid idiot, I was trying to save him. You saw him chained to that pump - how long did you think he would last? I thought that if we took him, he would at least have a chance to live a bit longer. And if he's going to work for us with the other slaves, he's just got to learn to behave like a slave. I'm determined to break his rebellious spirit and tame him properly." "Yes, but..." "But nothing, John. We do it my way, or we don't do it at all. Now - are we mates again, or are we going our separate ways?" "Steve.... Steve..... Are you sure you're right?" "I'm always right. You know me, mate!" "Well OK, then, I suppose so". For the first time in days I saw him cheer up a bit. He visibly straightened as some of the tensions in his body seemed to drop out. I decided to press home my advantage "OK. Now I'm going to open the doors for the next stage of the training: no interference, right? And if I tell you to do something, you do it. OK?" "Yes, Steve." So I opened the doors, and fed 3 and 6 with their daily ration of biscuits. I again made 7, with the threat of punishing 6 held over him, suck 3 and 6 and take their cum down. John and I had been standing there watching, and I was hard - partially because I hadn't relieved my morning hard-on, and partially because it was quite erotic to see the trim, lithe ex-marine on his knees sucking off the two giant studs who towered over him. I commanded 7 to kneel right up against the bars of the cage, and to open his mouth. "I'm going to be generous this morning, 7. You have already had two good doses of man protein, but I'm going to feed you some more." As I spoke, I started to jack myself off, and I knew it would only take a few strokes to bring me to climax. As I felt it coming, I moved up to the bars and as I shot I aimed my prick so that my cum flew into 7's open mouth. As he swallowed my load, he said nothing, but I could tell from the look of pure hate in his eyes that he knew just how humiliated he was, having to kneel there and take it from me like that. I looked at John, and said "Your turn now. This is all the food 7 is going to get until tonight, so be sure to give him a nice big helping." I thought John might defy me, and saw that he was struggling with himself. But he did do as I told him - so perhaps we were almost back to normal - and went up to the cage and started to wank. But I could tell it wasn't easy for him, as he's usually one of those guys who cums extremely quickly once he starts stroking his meat, and now he just stood there thrashing at it as if it was an inanimate sausage. I could see sweat breaking out all down this naked back with the effort he was making, and I even think he was blushing. Well, I suppose if you can't cum it is a bit demeaning - especially when you have two big buck slaves watching who could cum almost without touching themselves, and you've seen your best mate do it, too. The poor guy needed a helping hand, so I went and stood behind him and pushed my resting prick up against his ass crack, and my chest into his back. Then I reached around his body and put my hand on top of his as he continued to jerk himself. I don't know whether it was feeling my body against him again, or having my hand on his prick again, but he quickly shot. But if I hadn't been there and aimed his cock properly at the last moment, he would have missed 7's mouth! He always needs a bit of last minute advice and encouragement, does John - I have to look after him all the time. As we walked along the miles of corridor in the palace towards today's work - still replacing the main supply cables to the kitchens complex - I could hear 7's guts rumbling. He was obviously desperately hungry, as the amount of nourishment in even four big loads of cum just isn't enough to keep a man going. But all to the good, I thought - I wanted him weakened for the next stage of his re-education. So all day whenever there was any really heavy work, like moving the heavy cables from one place to the other, I commanded him to do it and ordered 6 and 3 away if they tried to help. His plight was made worse by another icy shower that night, and as I stood looking through the bars at all three slaves I said "Before I feed any of you, Master John and I want a bit of entertainment. We'd like to see slave 7 fucked by slave 6." 7 lost it again, and started screaming at me about not having a prick up his arse. He went to a corner of the cage and took up the fighting stance, and I could see 6 looking very worried. He didn't want to disobey me, he knew that 7 was a trained fighter and he was not, and, I suppose, he couldn't understand what he problem was anyway - why wouldn't a slave have another slave fuck him, after all? Remember, he was a farmed slave, who had been introduced to sex at an early age and who knew that it was perfectly natural for slaves to enjoy each other totally. I looked at 3 and said to him "I'm afraid that 6 might get hurt here, as you know only too well what a vicious fighter 7 is." I changed my tone, and looking at all three of them said "Well, then. I think before 6 fucks 7, we'd better have 7's arse stretched a bit. You can go first, 3." 3 was so relieved that I had "saved" 6 that he threw himself on to 7. It was a repeat of that first fight of theirs, except hat 3 was no longer the cool professional, either. I think he knew that 7 would have seriously hurt 6, and simply went at the guy in his anger and frustration. It wasn't much of a fight, actually, because of course 7 was much weakened by the lack of food and the icy cold showers - his muscles were not warmed up properly and he had had no time to exercise and stretch. I had planned it this way as I didn't want either slave to seriously incapacitate the other. I was glad when 3 soon had 7 pinned under him and started to fuck him, remorselessly and hard, just as he had that first time. When he'd climaxed and had pulled out he stood there with his cock covered in cum and 7's crap. 7 was spread-eagle across the floor, arms and legs lying all over the place - he was defeated, beaten. "Right, 6, off you go!", I commanded. 6 went between 7's outstretched legs, knelt down, and started to move his massive cock towards 7's arse. "No, stop!", I commanded. "I think 7 ought to be able to look at you." I issued my commands to 3, and he went over to the supine 7, and flipped him over from where he had been lying belly-down, onto his back. Before 7 could react further, 3 went behind him and knelt on his shoulders, facing down 7's body - I didn't want 3 to straddle 7. Then as I had instructed, 6 picked up 7's legs and gave them to 3 to hold. 7's arse had come high into the air, and we could see his shaved arse hole with 3's cum still dribbling out of it. "Right! Now go to it, 6", I snapped. "And I want to see long, hard thrusts, going all the way in." Now as we all know, it can be painful on occasions to take a thick-cocked man up your arse when you're face down. But face up and spread-legged, with your arse raised in the air and your arse hole completely exposed, it's another matter - the thruster can get that last half inch or so into your arse, as it's more readily accessible. And he can really slam into you, so his pubic bone goes into that sensitive area between your hole and your prick. I've now found that being fucked on my back is always more painful than on my face - and it isn't just the cock going into you, it's the constant pounding that he can give you that goes on hurting as he thrusts away. 7 was no exception, and as 6's big thick prick pounded into him he started to gasp in time to it, the gasps turning into little shouts as I commanded 6 to show him no mercy and really fuck him hard. 7 could of course look up at 6's face as 6 fucked away, and 6 could look down and see the look of humiliation and pain on 7's. But what was worse for 7 was that 3 and 6 leaned forward and started to kiss each other deeply as 6 fucked away - that made 3's prick fall over 7's face, of course, as his body moved forward. 6 came with a great shout, and he and 3 embraced and kissed again. I could see tears - whether from pain, or from humiliation and rage, I couldn't tell, streaming down 7's face. "OK slaves, we're off to work now", I said, and went and unlocked their cage door. I allowed 3 and 6 to wash the arse juice and shit off their pricks in our bathroom, but I made sure that 7 would continue to be humiliated throughout the day by not allowing him to wash - I didn't even allow him to use any toilet tissue to wipe away the cum that was now running down his thighs. He had to follow us through the palace, exuding that unmistakable smell that tells everyone that the slave has just been used for sex. That night I again restricted 7's feeding, and made him shower in the icy cold water, but I didn't command 3 or 6 to fuck him again. I noticed that he still slept apart from them, and, if anything, looked more wretched than the day before. John wanted to go to bed early and watch a film, but I said "No, time for a change! I've got something special lined up for you, John", and made him come with me down to the pleasure rooms. He looked really nervous when we went in, but I told the chief honcho to bring out "my" olive-skinned lad. "Right, John! You liked those bath slaves sucking you off, and you like wanking with me - well, this is going to be a new experience with you. Go off with this lad and let him show you what being sucked is like when you've got the chance to really lie down and relax." "No, Steve, I....." "Yes you do! You didn't think you'd enjoy wanking with your mate, did you? Well, trust me - you will enjoy this, too. Now run along, and I'll see you back here in about an hour." "An hour... Steve.... " "Yes, it will take that long. He's a real master at it, and he can hold you on the edge for ages and ages. He's the one I've been using, and I like him, so I know you will." With that, I sort of dismissed them both, and the olive-skinned slave led a still-reluctant John off to one of the private rooms. Even I felt embarrassed next - I turned to the "master of ceremonies" and said "Look, there's something....." "Something master wants to do? Something strange and exotic, something that requires a slave with exceptional athletic ability, something......" "No. Just something ordinary, really. It's just that.....", and I stopped, because I've never been used to talking about things like this. "Sir, anything you want can be supplied here in the pleasure rooms..." "Well.... It's..... It's just that I want to fuck a slave up the arse." "But of course, sir. All masters do that." "Yes... But..... ", I was really cringing now. "It's just that I have never done it before, and I'm afraid I'll do it wrong." To his credit, the Overseer in charge of the pleasure rooms obviously understood my predicament. He came closer to me and lowered his voice to say, conspiratorially "Sir, occasionally we do get masters who need to learn to control slaves fully when they have not done so. It happens to Overseers, too, when we recruit them to work in the Palace. It can indeed be difficult as a mature man to start these things later in life, and you are understandably concerned.... However we have a whole range of gentle, fully compliant slaves who you can practise on. And of course they will be grateful for whatever a master does to them...." "No, it's not that. I don't think I know enough about it to be able to command a slave to do what I want exactly. I don't want a passive slave just waiting for me to make the running.... " I was finding it difficult now to pick my words to say exactly what I did want - I'm not used to even thinking that I want any of this stuff, let alone being able to say that I want it! "What I really need is a slave who is able to take control fully, and show me what to do." "Ah, I see, sir. You ant a dominant slave, who will fuck you...." "NO! Absolutely not! I'm not going to be fucked by anyone! I need a slave who will teach me how to fuck him!" I was shouting now, and had quite forgot my embarrassment at this whole thing. "Of course, sir. Now I understand. We have a small number of special slaves ,who are usually used when a master wants his son to have 'lessons' in proper slave fucking technique - however much a father loves his son, he isn't necessarily the best teacher of these things. It's difficult for the slaves, as they have to almost forget that they are slaves. It's difficult to teach them that, for some short periods, they must take charge so that the master can fully enjoy himself." "So we have a very limited selection, I'm afraid." He turned to his PC and called up a few images. "There are three, basically. This 17-year old" - a lithe, "lad" type, appeared. "This nicely muscled 'swimmer', about your build and age, I would say, sir" "And this muscle stud." I saw a picture of a big, 6'6" "rugger type". He went on "Would you like to see any of their bodies in close up, or shall I arrange for them to be paraded in front of you, sir, so that you can choose?" I was all in confusion again. I didn't think a 17-year old could really tell me what to do. And the big muscle stud just looked too scary. On the other hand, they were both slaves, and used to obeying orders, and I was certain the training they had had would make them satisfactory... Perhaps I should see them all together. But, no! Time was running out. I'd said an hour to John, and I needed to get on with it. So I said "The one like me, I think." He pressed a couple of keys on the PC, looked at a message on the screen, and said "Follow me then, sir." As we walked along the corridor in the pleasure rooms, I was more nervous than I can remember being for years - it was just as if I was about to lose my virginity again! I could feel my face all red and hot, sweat was trickling down inside my loose T, and I could feel little drops of it running over my ribs. The Overseer opened a door, and I went into a "conventional" western-style room that could have been in any hotel anywhere. There was a slave standing there, who was almost exactly like me in appearance, as I had seen on the screen. But immediately I found out a big difference from other slaves.... Instead of just standing there, waiting for my orders, as a slave normally would, he came across the room towards me. He was smiling broadly as he did so, stopped in front of me, said "Hi.....", and then, before I had any time at all to react, he reached out and hugged me, holding my body close to his nakedness. Then he looked straight at me and started to kiss me, wrapping a hand behind my head to pull my mouth towards his. I was so startled that my mouth opened as if by reflex, and instantly I could feel his tongue probing at mine, and stabbing into it. Actually, it was a bit like kissing a bird - but a thousand times better - most of them like you tonguing them, even on a first date, but they don't want to kiss you back. But this slave was... was.... well, the only word I can think of to describe it is "passionate." He kissed me, and was running his spare hand up and down my back, first on top of the T and then under it. I felt his hand go down the back of my sweat shorts, and cup my ass. He adjusted the position of his legs, which were intertwined with mine, to get more comfortable, and then his hand was cupping my balls and feeling my cock, outside my shorts. It was absolutely amazing - I'd never had another bloke treat me like this before. He broke away from my mouth, stood back a pace, and said "Let's get those clothes off you, so I can see that lovely body of yours completely....", and before I could react, he as helping to push my T up over my head, and then to push my shorts down. We stepped away, so that I was out of the crumpled shorts lying on the carpet, and he started to hug me again. Our cocks were now pushed together, and I could feel an amazing sensation all up my chest as he slowly and sensuously moved himself against me and our two treasure trails rubbed together. He carried on kissing me, and I had responded now by rubbing my hands all over his body, too, and feeling his firm, tight arse and his generous ball sac. This was completely different than the "inspections" I had seen masters making of slaves in the slave market, when their inspection of the slave's body is altogether more clinical. He pushed me gently backwards, so that we fell onto the bed, and we continued to kiss and explore each other's bodies. I had never realised how amazing a complete mutual exploration of another man's flesh could be, when you're both in the heat of sexual passion, and we tossed and turned, rolling around the bed so that one was first on top, and then the other. I lost track of how long it went on for, but suddenly he broke away and whispered in the ear that he had just been licking "Master, fuck me. Please, master, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. Please, master!" It all seemed perfectly natural. He rolled over onto his stomach, pressed his shoulders into the bed and moved his arse a bit up into the air. It was as if I knew instinctively what to do - I knelt between his outstretched legs, and moved my erect prick in towards him. He reached around behind himself and pulled his arse cheeks apart, so that I could see his lovely puckered arse hole, freshly shaved and looking so inviting. I touched the tip of my prick to it, and it was almost like a bolt of electricity shooting through me - I never thought a man's arse hole would be warm and feel so inviting. "Please, master. Please, master, would you like me to lube myself first? I know we were both excited, but master might enjoy me more if he could slide easily...." "Yes, slave, you're right. But quick about it!" He'd pointed out to me that I hadn't lubed in quite a nice way, really, and I was glad of this experienced slave now. He was remarkably agile, and with a quick flip of his body had rolled to the side of the bed, pulled out a tube of K-Y, and was back next to me. Laughing and smiling, he kissed me again whilst reaching down and spreading the K-Y over my erect prick - I almost came there and then, as it was so erotic to have a guy do this to me whilst kissing me passionately. But another flip of his body, and he was lying down again in front of me, reaching around and pushing the K-Y up his hole whilst I watched. He was very quick at it, and pushing his face down into the bed covers, I heard him say in a muffled voice "Now, master. Now. Please take me now, master. I can't wait for you to be inside me, master. Please...." So I pushed my prick at him again, then realised I had to push harder to get my cock head in through his sphincter. As soon as it was in, I found I could easily push it in much further, with very little effort. The slave, head still muffled by the bed covers, was going "Yes, oh yes. That's good. Yes, Yes...." As I thrust in and out of him I thought it was the best sensation in my life - better ever than all those birds. This is what men are meant to do to each other, I knew now. It was great to be able to vary my speed and my stroke - sometimes going fast, sometimes infinitely slowly. And sometimes just quick little "ins and outs" of an inch or so, and sometimes pulling out until I felt the flange of my cock head almost pop out, and then thrusting back in to my whole length. I just couldn't stop myself cumming - much too quickly. I wanted it to go on for ever. And I collapsed forward onto the slave's back, still inside him whilst my cock started to subside. It was great to feel his sweaty back on my sweaty chest. "Thank you, master. Thank you... Thank you...." -the slave seemed genuinely pleased. If he as faking it, it was bloody good. I pulled out of him, and he wriggled around so that he was then lying on his back, with our chests together. He reached out to kiss me again, and hugged me. Our sweat-soaked bodies rubbed together, and I could feel his erect cock nudging at my now flaccid one. Then he gently pushed me off him, lay me down on my back, and bent over me to clean up my cock! I realised that he must have been very clean up his arse, as there was no shit or anything on it - just sweat and my spunk. I was still panting, and my heart was still racing, but I knew that John would be waiting for me so I went and showered. The slave of course followed me into the shower, and washed me so tenderly I started to get erect all over again. Rubbing his body against mine, hugging me, and kissing me as he helped me shower was again one of the most fantastic things I have ever experienced - why don't all men do that when they shower together, I wondered, and thought of all the time I had wasted in communal showers with lots of guys around - we could have been having a ball. Having another guy help you dress is also very sensual, especially when he does totally intimate things for you, like settling your balls gently into your shorts - I didn't think that was the sort of thing another guy could do for you, but he can! We kissed a final goodbye, and I went out into the hall. They say you always remember your first time, and I would always remember this. John had a big idiotic grin on his face - it almost matched mine. "Good time?", I asked him. "Fan - fucking - tastic, Steve! Did you have that slave when you came down here, and that's why you knew he was so good?" "Yes." "And you gave him up to me? But why are you grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat? What new slave have you had sucking at you?" "That'll be for you to find out soon, John. Come on, let's go back to bed as we have to start early in the morning." That night John actually snuggled up to me and was all over me - he wanted us to wank each other, but I wanted to lie there and have my body remember the feeling of the slave. But I soon realised that John's body felt good, too. So as he reached out to me again and started to grope for my cock, I reached for his head, held it, and kissed him. He resisted at first, but then his mouth opened and I pushed my tongue in. Soon, we were kissing passionately, our tongues beating against each other and our spit mingling. We broke off, and John said in a small voice "Steve.... I'm worried." "Why?" "Look, mate, you and I are here naked in this bed. Well.. You know.... Well, wanking was one thing....." "Yes?" "Well... It's just that I suppose you can sleep with a mate, as a lot of guys have to do that camping, if they're in the army on manoeuvres, or if you've got relatives staying at Christmas. And wanking another guy is really only like wanking yourself, isn't it?" "Of course it is, John." "But kissing like that.... It isn't right, is it? I mean, that's what gays do, isn't it? And you've always told me that's totally wrong...." "Look, John, how can anything that two best mates do together be wrong? I didn't force you, did I? And you're certainly not forcing me! So if we both want to do it, and if we both enjoy it..... You did enjoy it, didn't you?" "Of course, you know I did, don't you?" "Well then, how can it be wrong? " I could sort of feel him tensing up, trying to think of an answer, so to shut him up I kissed him again. And as I was doing it, I felt down for his cock and started to wank him. I carried on kissing him for a bit, with my hand gently stroking his cock, then broke off and moved down his body. He tensed and arched his back when I first kissed, and then nibbled at, his nipples, and he was uttering little moans of pleasure. I let my tongue run all down his stomach, and finally I kissed the tip of his cock. He was moaning with pleasure by now, so I decided to go the whole way. I really didn't know if I would like a cock - even John's cock - in my mouth. I'd pulled his foreskin well back, and when I first pressed my lips to the moist head, it felt sensuous and much warmer than I thought. There was an interesting taste as I slipped a couple of inches of his cock into my mouth, experimentally. I now know that a lot of cocks have that strange "animal" taste, if it isn't completely overridden by bath oils and soap. It's something to do with it lying against the powerful sweat glands down there - and it's a real turn on. But I couldn't bring myself to suck him off that first time - instead, I sucked for a moment or so, then went back to kiss his mouth passionately, whilst wanking him to a giant climax now that his cock had been moistened by my spit. Usually when we wanked each other we used paper tissues to catch the cum at the crucial moment, but this time I was too busy and I felt his hot cum spurt all over my body. Whilst still kissing him I rubbed our bodies together, so that his cum made a slick layer between us, allowing us to slip and slide over each other. The scent of his cum came up to our noses as we did this, and I was so aroused that the moment his hand reached out and started to wank me, I cane, too. Later we just lay there, the cum drying on us and that smell filling the room. "Fucking hell, John! So how was that for you?" "Steve, I.... I..... I don't know. It was... Well.... The best thing that has ever happened to me. You really are a good mate to do that for me." "Get to sleep, you sexy beast! We have to get those slaves up early tomorrow as we have a lot of work still to do in the kitchen block!" The next morning I decided to move on to the next part of my plan to tame 7. Firstly, I fed 3 and 6 with their full ration. Then, as 7 knelt, expecting me to feed him a load of my cum for breakfast, I instead gave him four biscuits, noting that he properly now licked my fingers in gratitude after each one. I was of course naked whilst doing this, and was sporting my morning erection, so I imagine hat he though that I was going to jerk off into him. He crunched up all four biscuits hungrily, and then, to his astonishment, I gave him a fifth, but turned away before he started to crunch it up. I was pleased to see that a moment later he had taken the spit-soaked biscuit out of his mouth, had bitten it in half, and was offering a half to 3 and 6. This was, I hoped, the first part of his proper "bonding" with them, to make a team of slaves who were fully integrated. That afternoon I got John to take 6 and 7 continue to work on our renovation of the wiring in the palace kitchens, whilst I took 3 with me over to our store, telling John that I needed the big slave to carry a drum of cable back for us. In the store room, I commanded 3 to kneel down on all fours, and press his forehead to the floor. As he knelt there, I couldn't help but admire his fantastic muscled arse - the cheeks were straining as he knelt there, and I could see the outline of his muscles stretching down into his equally delightful thighs. I dropped my work shorts, and my erection sprang upwards. I knelt down in-between 3's legs, and pushed my prick at his arse hole, which was invitingly pink between his heavily tanned cheeks. I decided that I would not fuck him totally dry, so I spat onto my fingers then probed his hole to make the initial centimetre or so a bit slick. I then spat on my fingers again, and rubbed them all over my cock head - I was so close to cumming already, that the touch of my own fingers on my head was almost enough to make me cum. As I pushed at him, 3 gave out a little groan. "Is there a problem, slave?" "NO!, master. It's...." "Yes, you may answer." "Master has never fucked me before. Usually masters do not fuck us draft slaves - masters only fuck the slaves in the pleasure rooms. Us draft slaves usually only fuck with our fellows." "Well, I have decided that I want to try out your hole. Your fellow slave 6 seems to enjoy it long and hard, every night, after all." I cut the conversation there and pushed in. He was indeed a good fuck - even by my limited experience. I suspect his years of practice had taught him how to bring great pleasure to his fellows - he synchronised the movement of his arse with my own thrusting, to my greater enjoyment. He clenched his arse muscles to grip my cock wonderfully firmly as I slid in and out. And he obviously knew that his cries of pleasure would contribute to the experience for me, as he made those wonderfully erotic groaning noises from deep down in his chest, in time with my thrusts. But I came all too quickly, and allowed myself the luxury of falling forwards onto 3's muscular back - I could feel the sweat and the heat of him through my T. I told him he could relax, and lie out full length, and pushed my T up to my shoulders so I could enjoy to the full the sensation of his back against my nips, which were of course erect after my experience. I lay there, feeling the pure animal sensation of having another body breathing heavily as you lie on top of it. But I knew it was time to go back to work, so I reluctantly pulled my now flaccid cock out of him and scrambled to my feet. Fortunately there was a wash basin in the corner of the store room, so I could wash the crap off my cock, then pulled my work shorts back on. "Come on, slave! On your feet!", I commanded, as 3 had continued to lie there. The big man got to his feet, and I thought I saw a very strange look in his eyes - a mixture of pleasure and puzzlement. "Now, 3, I want to talk to you. Listen carefully to what I'm going to say." "I want you to be very nice to slave 7. Treat him as you do 6. In other words, I want you to make sure he lies with you at night. And I want you to have sex with him, as you do with 6." "To make sure you do this, I forbid you to have sex with 6 until you have with 7. You may only wank 6 after you have wanked 7. You may only fuck 6 after you have fucked 7. And you may not touch or kiss 6 until you have done the same thing to 7. Is all that clear?" "Yes, master. But...." "BUT? Are you questioning my orders, slave?" "No, master. It's just that 7 will not join in with 6 and me." "Well, you'll have to try harder! And if you can't have sex with 7, or with 6 because of my orders, I do not want you sexing yourself, either. You may not jerk yourself off - it must be 7 who does it for you, do I make myself clear?" "Yes, master". "Good. Pick up that cable, and let's get back." In our room that night I again fed 7 excess rations, and he again, when he thought I hadn't been noticing, tried to share them with 3 and 6. I was pleased to see that he had to at least talk to them in this way. Then it was time for their night time shower, and I turned on the warm water to the shower head. 3 and 6 at once went under it and started to soap each other, but when 3 saw me looking at him, he at once stopped the enthusiastic soaping of 6's cock that he had been doing. 7 just stood there, waiting for them to finish as he knew I had been "punishing" him with the icy water. But instead I called out to him "Join you fellow slaves, 7. Are you too proud to share a shower with your comrades?" He went over, and the other two made room for him under the stream of water. There was of course very little space for all three of them, and they had to be intimate contact with each other under the water. 7 couldn't avoid rubbing and touching the others, and they simply treated him as if he was one of them - they soaped his back, and washed his hair for him. 7 looked a bit surprised - you'd have thought that having been in the marines, he'd have been more used to having showers with other naked guys than he was. I shut the doors of the cage so that John and I were private, then switched the TV to show the inside of the cage from the concealed camera. 7 had as usual gone to sit against the far wall, in his usual stance of legs drawn up to his chin. But now 3 was sitting beside him, and was trying to put his arms around the smaller man. 7 at first shook 3 off, almost angrily, but 3 persisted. Later, I was pleased to see that they had persuaded 7 to lie with them - 3 and 6 were stretched out flat, and 7 was half on them, to avoid the cooler floor. Even though I now felt a lot more confident in my ability to fuck, I decided not to start on my final conquest of John that night, but we had another great night of kissing and sucking each other before falling into a deep sleep, wrapped in each other's arms. We continued like this for another two days, and poor 3 was in a terrible state: we were used to seeing 7 with a semi-erection, and even with a full erection a lot of the time, because of his cinch ring. 3 normally was not erect whilst he was working, except for an odd minute or two every now and then - all men get these constant erections, as we know, but they usually go away pretty quickly, and 3 was no exception as a rule. But now he was almost continuously erect, and precum was leaking all the time from his prick. I fucked him each day, but I didn't allow him to cum, and it was an added excitement to be able to see his huge cock rampantly erect, hanging down between his thighs, as I pounded away in his ass. I felt I was now really experienced at fucking men, and on day three 3 was off for his afternoon's fight training so my regular "fuck slave" was not available. So I took 6 off with me, leaving John and 7 to work, I won't bore you with the details - but I practised fucking 6 on his back, with him gripping his ankles almost to his head to give me the maximum access to his hole. He seemed to be even more grateful than 3 had been at this mark of my favour to him as a mere draft slave. That Friday John and I were by the pool, when everything stopped - there was a failure of the main breakers somewhere that drove the filtration plant and the fountain that played at one end. Even though it was our "day off", it needed fixing so I told John I'd go and get one of our slaves to help us. When I got to the slave exercise area, all three of them were working away hard on the exercise machines, but I brought 7 back with me, as I considered it more important that 3 and 6 should keep their superlative physical condition. Back at the pool we started to work away, but it was the regular time for John to phone home - he always did this at the same time of Fridays, and if the phone didn't ring out in Dorset then I knew that his mom and dad would start to worry that "something had happened to him". So I sent him off to phone, leaving me and 7 to work away. It was easy to fix, really, and 7 looked as if he was expecting me to send him back to the exercise room. Instead, I said, casually, "Fancy a swim, then?" I think he could hardly believe his ears! "Swim?" "Yes, it's a hot day, and there's no other master here that would be offended by a slave swimming in our pool. Get in there and swim if you want - but only as serious exercise. I want to see you doing proper lengths, fast: in fact, I'm a fair swimmer, and we'll race. And no pissing - you slaves don't always have the same standards about things like that!" Without further command, probably expecting me to change my mind, he leaped in and started to power up and down the pool. I'm a pretty good swimmer myself, but I wasn't sure I was as good as him - and certainly I wasn't as fit. So I let him do fifteen lengths before calling him to the end and telling him we were going to race, best of four lengths. I won, narrowly. I knew of course that it was only because he had already been tiring, but, never the less, the slave could see that it was indeed me who had finished our four laps first. We hauled ourselves out of the pool, and lay there on the hot pavement breathing hard. If it hadn't been for the fact that he was naked whereas I wore a tiny swimming slip (to preserve the mark of a master, that pure white area around the cock and on the arse), you would have found it difficult to see the difference between us - we were after all about the same age and physical build. No - that's not right: anyone could immediately tell that 7 was the slave because as we lay on our bellies, the brand on his bum was clearly visible. And when we turned over, you could see his slave ID number on his chest. As we lay there, we were both a bit drowsy - you know how the hot sun does that to you after a swim. He looked so comfortable and relaxed, that I decided this was a good moment to start the next part of my plan. In a quiet voice, I said "Have you noticed anything different about 3 recently?" "Well... Yes." "What?" "He doesn't seem as relaxed as he usually is. Normally he's calm, and just gets on with things. Now he seems all jumpy and edgy." "Yes, he would. And I assume you've noticed that he's constantly erect and dripping precum everywhere?" "Yes." "Well, it's all your fault, you know?" I had overlooked his not using "master" in his replies as I didn't want to disturb the atmosphere between us. But now his tone was starting to turn - he would probably need a sharp rebuke soon. But I continued "Yes. You know I was punishing 6 for your transgressions, as you would never break under a whipping yourself. Well, you don't relate properly to 3 and 6, and I have told 3 that until you do, it's his problem." "Relate....?" "Yes. I need my slaves to work together as a proper team. And you're not doing that if 3 and 6 are together all night, with you sitting sullenly on the sidelines. You have to bond properly with them, and that means you've got to get fucking with them." "NEVER! That's one thing you can't make a slave do! You may be able to have me forcibly masturbated, and make me swallow cum, but you can't make me fuck another slave. It's just not possible - if I can hold off an erection, you can't make me go up another man's hole!" "You'll come around to seeing my point of view in time, I'm sure. Meanwhile, it's 3 who is suffering, and in turn 6 is getting unhappy. I've commanded 3 that he is not to have anyone else except you make him cum: he's not allowed to touch his cock, or to let 6 touch it. Until then, he's going to go without - and you've seen the result: erections, leaking precum, frustration, unhappiness...." "You bastard...." "Careful, slave. Remember your station and show me respect. You don't want to earn another whipping for 6, so you?" "No, master...." (very reluctantly!). "Well, then, I can't see what the problem is. 3 and 6 have already fucked you - it's taking a cock up your arse that's normally the problem for a supposedly straight guy. Once they've done that, I really can't see why you'd be concerned about doing the same thing in reverse." "Master, I just can't fuck a man's arse...." "Yes, you can. And you will, sooner or later. Now I suggest you start gently - wank 3, or suck him: that can't be too difficult, as you have already had many mouthfuls of his cum. I think you'll find you like the taste and texture of cock - I know I did, and I used to think I was straight. Then, if you want, just close your eyes and think of fucking a woman - anyway, didn't you ever give it to any of your girlfriends up the arse?" "No...... Master." "Well, be that as it may, think of 3 and 6. Try to be nice to them this evening. Remember, just as much as when I had 6 whipped instead of you, this punishment of yours is really falling on 3 and 6." That night I watched the three of them on the CCTV, and thought that my message had got across - 7 wanked 3! Well it's a start, I suppose. But what was I to do about John? He wanted to kiss, endlessly, and now had turned into a most satisfactory cock sucker. It was a lot more fun than wanking each other to have long "69" sessions, but my prick knew it needed more. So that night I didn't allow John to make me cum, although I swiftly brought him off so that we could move on to the next stage of his education. As he lay with his head cradled in my arms, I said "John, there's one more thing that real mates do together.... Are you my best mate? Do you want to go the whole way with me?" "Of course I am, Steve." "OK, roll over...". And I helped him roll over onto his stomach. I pushed his legs gently apart, raised his hips and slid one of the pillows under him so that arse was comfortably in the air. It felt really good when the tip of my prick touched his warm arse hole, especially as I knew that I was the first. "Steve..." "Steve... Is this OK? Isn't it what gays do?" "Sure, John." I leaned forward so my chest was pressed into his back, feeling his delicious warmth, and whispered in his ear "This is the best thing that two blokes can ever do together. It shows that they are real mates - closer than anyone else they know to each other. You want to be like that with me, don't you?" John said nothing, but I could tell by the way that his body relaxed, which had been a bit tense, that he had been reassured by my words. So I went back to kneeling, then remembering how painful it could be without lube, knew that I had to do something as I needed to be very gentle the first time with John. So I spat on my fingers, then as gently as I could pushed my forefinger up his hole. He moaned softly, and I used more spit and a second finger to open him up a little and make sure he was well slicked. John was obviously enjoying this sensation, so I wasted no more time, wet my prick with another copious gob of my own spit, then pushed gently into him. I think John must be a natural - his arse accepted my cock head enthusiastically, and I had no difficulty in pushing in up to the root. Of course I went slowly and gently, and John knew I would stop if he asked me to. But he didn't ask - he just lay there moaning gently and sighing. Not moans of pain or anything, but deep sounds of pleasure. That first time I fucked him very slowly and gently, and with the excitement of his sucking at me first, it didn't take me long to cum. I lay on his back, and let my arms fall to my sides where I found his, and we held each other close until I felt I had recovered. Then I pulled out of him, and before he had time to move, took some of the toiled tissue from the bedside box and wiped his arse of the trail of spit, cum and shit that was all around it. Is there a more tender thing a guy can do for another than clean him up like that after sex? A whole lot of guys make their partners fend for themselves! Then I went out and washed my own cock at the basin in the bathroom, before returning to slip in beside John and wrap my arms around him again. To my surprise, there were signs of tears on John's cheeks. "I didn't hurt you, did I mate?", I asked him as gently as I could. "No, Steve. I just couldn't believe how fantastic that felt. And I loved having you so close to me, lying against my back and with your cock up me. But Steve... I'm worried. It's.... It's.." He stopped, so I probed gently "It's what, John?" "Well we're two straight blokes, right? I had a fiancee, and you were always shagging birds. When we came here we used to undress in the bathroom, and sleep in separate beds. Then after those slaves sucked us off, we started to wank each other, and you said that was all right as every man wanks, so what's the problem with wanking your mate? It wasn't being gay at all - just the thing that straight blokes do when there's no women around - like in prison, or guys in the army out on patrol, or those in the navy cooped up on ships...." "I love sucking your cock, but I don't think it's right - I don't think straight blokes do that." "Oh, John, don't worry about it! I'm your best mate, aren't I? Haven't I always done the right thing by you?" "Of course, Steve. When I was living alone you took me to the pub with your friends... You always looked out for me on the site... You sorted out my girl friend.... You look out for me here...." "Well, then. If you and I do something together, and I always look out for you, how can it be wrong?" "Look", I continued, "There are no women around here. It's natural for a couple of blokes like us to need to release our sexual energy at least once a day. So isn't it better for us to have a bit of fun together than just to fuck the old five-fingered widow? When we go back to England, I bet you'll soon find a new girlfriend, especially with all the money you'll have saved!" "But Steve, you went up my arse.... That's wrong, somehow....." The poor boy was obviously a bit confused, so I said "Look, did you enjoy it? No - don't answer - I know you did. And I did, too. So how can anything that two blokes, really good mates, do together that they both enjoy be wrong?" "And look at in another way: an erect prick is a great size and shape for sliding into an arse. Do you think the body would be made that way if it wasn't meant for pricks to go up arses? And would it be so enjoyable?" "But Steve, all our mates in the pub back home, they'd call us 'queer' for doing this...." "It's only because they haven't tried it, John! They all have slags of wives who occasionally let them have it, or they go home and wank themselves off to a porno mag, just like you used to. If they had a best mate like you to take to bed, they'd all be doing just the same as we are. They all really want to be close to someone, just as we are, but they're all too scared to give it a try. It's them that are 'queer' - we're doing the normal thing that any two blokes would do who get he chance, with someone they really like." I think I'd reassured John, because he was falling asleep in my arms as we lay there, and I could just enjoy the warmth of his breath as it fluttered across my face. Actually, although I liked fucking men, it was good to have a really faithful mate like John who would do as I say and then trust me to do the right thing by him and be so tender at moments like this. I knew then that I needed both sorts of sex - I wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck, slaves from the pleasure room, slave 3, John, slave 7 when I could: I wanted to top all of them. But I also wanted to feel the pleasure of having a loyal, trusting mate like John in my arms when I slept: someone who would do whatever I said, and would expect nothing other than to be allowed to follow me around and do whatever I did. We started the next day "normally", and I fed all three slaves properly, and woke John with a cheery slap on the bum. He didn't mention the night before, so I didn't make a thing of it, either. At work I took the foreman aside and asked him if he thought the Sheikh would mind if I had 7's rings removed. "No, anytime you like", he replied. "They were only to put in to punish him, to remind him that he's a slave - as they flop up and down as he works, he's constantly reminded of his status - and as a warning to other Overseers and masters that he's potentially very unruly. But you seem to have got him tamed a bit, so if you want them out, have it done - he's been punished enough anyway - his back will never heal properly with all that scarring." At lunchtime that day whilst John and I were eating our sandwiches, I made all three slaves sit along the wall rather than use them as seats for us. It was interesting to see that 3 and 6 now made 7 sit between them, and the three slaves all looked a lot happier. Of course 7's prick was still sticking out as a result o his banding, but 3's constant erections had gone away - he and 6 now only had the occasional erections we all get. When John and I had finished, I called all three slaves over and told 3 to go and get my big wire cutters from my tool box. As I approached 7, I saw him flinch, just a little, momentarily: I think he thought I was going to slip he handle into his nipple ring and use him as a tool carrier again, and these wire cutters were seriously heavy. But instead I snipped his left ring, then snipped again to take a little piece out of its circumference. Then I repeated the process on his right, put the cutters down on the floor, and rotated the rings on his nipples until I could take both rings our. "There, slave. I think that looks better", I said. I rubbed his left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, because I was interested to feel the hole let by the ring. "They tell me the hole will close up in a day or two, and then you'll almost be like the rest of us!", I said jokingly, pointing down at his banded cock that was still jutting out firmly in front of him. "OK, guys, back to work." The week was going well - I fucked 3 and 6 when I had them working with me and John and 7 were off at the other end of the palace. It felt exciting to have 6 watch as I ploughed 3's arse. But later, when I fucked 6, I made 3 kneel at the side of the room - even though I didn't hurt 6, I knew how protective 3 was of him and I didn't want any unpleasant incidents. Things really went well with John, too. After that first time, I fucked him every night and he really did appreciate it. He still liked a lot of foreplay of course, so we had all our usual kissing, caressing, nipple teasing, and stroking before I fucked him - I didn't just tell him to lie there and prepare, as I did the slaves. He liked that that sort of thing a lot, and, actually, so do I with the right guy. It was good in a way because I usually tossed him off as the signal that the "fore" was over and the real "play" was about to begin for me - so I could use his cum to slick his arse and lube up my cock. Feeling his warm slime being rubbed into my cock, and having that special scent it his filling the room made the whole scene that much more sexy. I could hardly restrain myself sometimes, and John took a bit of time to get used to a very hard pounding especially as I taught him the position I liked most was with him on his back with his bum raised as he grasped his ankles up to his head. The first time I really forgot myself and pounded into him hard like this he was actually crying out - but I knew it was as much pleasure as pain, so I didn't stop. And we laughed a lot after it anyway. I'd planned to make more progress with the retraining of 7, but when John called his mom later that week he came to me crying, and said that his dad had been taken to hospital. It wasn't serious - appendicitis - but he didn't like his mom having to cope on her own and he didn't know what to do. It was easy, actually - I told him to stop crying. I threw a few of his "UK" clothes into a bag as we now habitually just wore Ts and shorts, and called on the phone for a car. As we were driving to the international airport, three hours away over the terrible roads across the desert, we called the Sheikh's travel advisor who fixed everything. I was going to go with John, but he said "no", as I needed to stay and look after the slaves and get on with our contracts. Someone was bumped off the flight, even though it was only making a refuelling stop on its way from Australia: I saw him, and as he was a first lass passenger used to making a lot of fuss and commotion, I can tell you he wasn't a happy bunny. To have come all that way and now be stuck here for 24 hours seemed to make him really pissed off. But John was on, and away. That night he phoned me and said everything was marvellous - he had a chauffeured car at Heathrow, and the car was waiting outside, 24 hours a day for him and him mom. The Sheikh really is an extraordinarily considerate and generous employer. He was in England a week in total, and the second night he was away I was really lonely in bed. I was used to a good shag, and without one, and a warm body by me, I couldn't get to sleep. I thought about going down to the pleasure rooms, but had a better idea: I opened the wall, unlocked the cage door, and called 7 into the bedroom. I left 3 and 6 locked in the cage, as I knew they were all right together. He stood there in front of me, naked, and I was of course naked too as I'd got out of bed. This was the time for boldness, and I simply walked up to him and kissed him - hard - putting my hand behind his neck and forcing my tongue into his mouth. He broke off, and started to say "Fucking.... ", but perhaps remembered that he was a slave. Or perhaps the intimate contact he was no having with 3 and 6 had mellowed him. Or perhaps no one had ever kissed him before. Anyway, he didn't complete the sentence... he didn't give me a lot of verbal, as I thought he might. Instead he just stood there, and I could see his chest rising and falling as he breathed deeply, sweat starting to break out all over him. He was betrayed, too, by his cock - it had gone from being semi-erect to fully erect and was now swinging in front of him even more than usual. So I went back and kissed him again, and he responded. Soon we were both kissing deeply, and clawing at each other's bodies in passion. We stepped back, and it was him pushing me onto the bed, rather than the other way around! We continued to kiss, touch, stroke and grope each other for a long time. Both he and I were fully erect, and both dripping precum. I caressed his nipples which had now almost totally healed, and traced my little finger around the scars of his slave number on his chest. We were both ready to do more, so I pulled my mouth off his and said "Roll over, so I can fuck you." "I don't fuck" was the harsh reply. "What?" "You heard me. I've learned to wank with 3 and 6, and to suck and be sucked. But I don't fuck, and I don't get fucked!" Oh God, not another one. He's almost as bad as John, worrying about whether it was "right" or not. And I was worried about his tone - this isn't the way a slave should address his master. "Look, 7, you've been fucked before. 3 and 6 have been up that arse of yours, so I don't see what the problem is. You're right that you're not going to fuck - I don't want to be fucked. But I do want to fuck you, and there's two ways we can do it: either we can go on with this very nice love making, and I'll fuck you like I would any other bloke I'm in bed with. Or I'll get 3 and 6 to come and hold you down, whilst I rape that arse of yours." "You wouldn't fuck in front of 3 and 6.... " "Oh yes I would, 7. I have already - I've had both 3 and 6 whilst the other watches. It was quite a turn on really. So it would not be a hardship for me to have them watch me fuck you. Come on... What IS your problem? It's not as if you're a virgin, even." "Look... I wasn't brought up like this. I went straight into the marines, and we didn't do this sort of thing." "Actually, I bet the other marines did, even if you didn't. It's well known that men join the army, the navy and the marines so that they can be with lots of other men. And then the inevitable, natural thing happens..." "It's not right to order me to let me fuck you... " "Actually, it is. You're a slave, and I can order you to do anything I like. But stop this 'I'm only a slave' nonsense - you're as free now as you were in the Marines." "No I'm not!" "Yes, of course you are. 'Freedom' is some thing you have inside you, and you must like obeying orders and being commanded what to do or you wouldn't have gone into the marines in the first place. You don't see entrepreneurs, captains of industry, anyone who likes to control their own lives joining the forces, do you? Only guys who, whether they admit it or not, like to be commanded and don't like to have to think for themselves too much. You were a good marine, I should think, and I don't see why you hate being a slave so much: I was tough that you didn't obey the Sheikh properly that first night and that led on to all those terrible punishments. But since you've been living a 'normal' slave's life working away with us - working hard, admittedly - it hasn't been so bad has it? I bet I give you fewer orders in the course of a day than your sergeant did! And you couldn't hope for nicer mates than 3 and 6 - since you've been treating each other properly, I think it's probably almost exactly like having really good buddies back in the marines." "Shit, no.. It isn't the same...." "It isn't the same, but if you would just accept that you're a slave, and make the most of it, it could actually be better. You can be totally controlled and not have to think at all. And you can have really good times with your fellow slaves, who'll be closer to you than the other marine grunts ever were. Wise up, 7. You're in for the long haul: make the most of it." Before he could say anything in reply, I kissed him again and we started again to go through all the exciting things that two young, fit blokes can do to each other in bed. I really don't know whether he genuinely wanted me to fuck him at the end of all this, or whether my words had really struck home. But after we had caressed, stroked, rolled, and kissed each other a whole lot more I found him opening his arse to me and I slipped in to him. It actually was better than any of the fucks I'd had before. Although the pleasure slave was expert and fun, I knew it "was his job". 3 and 6 were physically great fucks, but their servile acceptance of me as a master took away some of the pleasure: they probably enjoyed it because I was a master, rather than a skilled fucker. And I was too used to John "following" me and doing what I did and what I said - he was altogether too passive and accepting, even though I know he enjoyed it deeply, as did I, and he's the one man in the world I'll never let down. But 7 was different - he was a tiger! Once he had accepted the inevitable, he fully co-operated and I have never had such a great time. We were both already sweating and panting from our strenuous foreplay, and even though I quickly gained entrance for my cock head to his arse hole, 7 then started to really take part. He bucked and threw himself around under me, so his movements reinforced my own thrusting; he shouted out in joy as I struck home hard; and he reached out for my legs, arse and body to take them with his strong fingers and try to almost pull me into him with even more force. As we lay together afterwards, sweating heavily and with the smell of our sex filling our nostrils, I couldn't believe that two men could act so passionately together. In fact, I didn't think a bloke and a bird could, either: you need both partners to have approximately the same body shape and body mass to be able to really go at it as we had. "So what am I going to do with you now, 7?", I asked when we'd recovered a little. "That was fantastic! ", he stuttered. "You could start by calling me Joe!" "Used that to be your name, 7? I don't think it would be a good idea for me to call you that, or even for you to be thinking of yourself as that. Remember, even though we've just had a great time together, man to man, almost as equals, you're still a slave. And you always will be a slave. There's no escape for you, and no going back to your old life, you know. You're going to live your life out as a slave of the Sheikh's, here on his estates, and you've got to learn to live with and accept that. Look at 2 and 6, and see how happy they are: although you weren't bred to it like they were, you'd be a whole lot happier if you just accepted your slavery as your condition now. So I'll continue to call you slave, or 7, even when we're in bed and I'm allowing you a bit of leeway in your attitude towards me." I didn't put him back in the cage that night, as it was good to have another man's body against me. In the morning, after a bit of kissing and stroking, I did however put him back with the other two - he needed to understand that he was a slave. And I needed 3 and 6 to see that, too. If anything, we got better and better at fucking: he was always trying to push me, and I had to exert quite firm control (and self control!) to keep him in his place. He scratched at that skin between my balls and my arse hole, and he saw that that was pleasant for me. He probed at my hole with his finger, and when I didn't stop him, went all the way in and started to massage my prostate - if they taught him that in the marines, then he was lying about what he and his mates did together! And he tried to push his cock in - when I felt its warmth touching against my virgin pucker, I almost relented- but really, slaves shouldn't be allowed to fuck masters, even if they thought they might quite like it. John only spent a week in England as his dad was soon out of hospital and, as I've said, it wasn't a really serious operation anyway. He looked so different - so confident somehow - as he bounded up to me and started hugging when he got back to the palace. He was full of how he had done the journey all by himself, how proud his mom and dad were of the fact that he was doing well for himself (remember the chauffeur and the car), and how he'd been able to go and see his ex girl friend without any longer feeling anything for her. But as we talked more, it seems the thing that had pleased him most was that he had picked up a guy in the local pub and fucked him in the back of the car! It was so unlike the old, timid, John, that I thought he must be having me on. But no, he told me every detail - he'd seen this bloke he fancied, so he'd made the first approach! I wondered what to do now. Five is a difficult number. I could leave 3 and 6 together for ever, but what was I going to do about John and 7? I couldn't abandon my best mate, but, equally, I wanted to go on fucking 7 and I knew that if he wasn't attended to regularly, he'd start to brood and we'd be back to square one again. But, as it happened, I didn't have to do anything as the Sheikh did it for us. John and I were invited to one of the Sheikh's "evenings" again, and 3 was of course to be the Sheikh's champion fighter. It was an even more glittering and magnificent occasion than the previous one, as the king himself was coming. Unlike the last time, when the crowd had been so scandalised by the actions of the marine, this time everything went according to plan - 3 and the visiting champion came out and bowed to the king and to the sheikh, so that the rest of us in the room had an excellent view of their magnificent arses as their foreheads touched the floor. It was actually exciting to watch them oil each other, sensuously rubbing their hands over each other 's bodies, and paying particular attention to their cocks (I suppose that's sensible as one or other was after all going to be forced up the other's arse before the evening was out). It was a great fight, and John and I really enjoyed it as we had someone to rout for - our boy, 3. I commented to the foreman, who was also amongst the invited guests, that it showed that he had been able to keep his fighting form in spite of being taken out of his normal harsh duties for the comparatively "easy" life as our moveable stepladder and general worker. After he had triumphantly fucked the vanquished visiting champion, we then saw how incomplete the evening before had been - the loser had to clean off 3's cock, by licking it clean of his arse juice and 3's cum. The foreman explained that the slaves were always given at least four enemas, so that their arses ran clear, before the fight. As this cleaning of the victor's cock was the traditional end and the audience liked to see it, they didn't want the slaves catching any diseases, or even getting an upset stomach, from licking crap off the prick - fighting slaves like these were just too valuable. 3 then mounted the dais, and again knelt down and touched his forehead to the floor. The Sheikh said something to him, and as a mark of favour, he was again allowed to sit at the feet of the chief guests on the dais. His chest still faintly heaving from his exertions, he looked even more magnificent in his nakedness than usual - I think it was the comparison of the oiled, naked warrior with the sumptuous surroundings and the otherwise totally clothed audience that made it so clear that he really was a perfect specimen of maleness. As the evening progressed, we ate and drank more, and were again entertained by the troupe of naked dancers. I was beginning to appreciate now the perfection of these guys' bodies, and the efforts that they had put in to make them so perfect at executing their complex sexual manoeuvres. I know I was erect for most of the time just thinking about being able to interact with another guy as they were doing, and I suppose everyone else was, too - certainly I could see 3 looking in amazement, and his prick was standing straight out in front of him as the show progressed. The king and the Sheikh were talking throughout the evening, and I could see a number of gestures being made at 3's naked back as he sat in front of them. After a few minutes the Sheikh made a gesture to summon over the guard commander, whispered something in his ear, and the man went around behind the dais to emerge again on the side where 3 was, and lead him off. What was happening, I wondered - and something prompted me to go and find out. So excusing myself from the foreman, I gestured to John and we both went out of the banqueting hall and down the steps we had been down before into the area underneath the arena where the slaves were kept before and after the performance. The vanquished slave was sitting around perfectly normally, looking none the worse for the fucking he had got from 3, but 3 was locked into a tiny cage. It would only just hold his big body, and he was sat with his back against one set of bars, his feet against the other so that his knees were bent upwards, and his body curled over so that his head was on his knees so that the lid of the cage could be closed down onto him. He looked the picture of misery as he huddled there, and even his cock - which was hanging down between his naked thighs, looked sort of shrivelled up. "What's happening?", I asked the guard commander who was standing there. "Why's that slave locked in the cage - he won tonight, so surely he's not going to be punished!" "No, sir. Far from it. He has been given a great honour: the king was so impressed with his performance that he asked the Sheikh if he could buy him. The Sheikh at once gave the slave to the king as a gift, as is the custom when a guest admires one of your possessions. So the slave is only in that transit cage so that he can be loaded in to the trunk of the king's car when he leaves." "You'd have thought that he'd be pleased, and honoured", the man continued. "The King doesn't keep a stable of fighters like the Sheikh, so he'll never have to fight again. The king has ordered him for his bedchamber- that slave will spend the rest of his life in luxury, only having to satisfy the desires of the king. He'll have lots of free time to keep himself in good shape, and it's not like working at all: As I said, you'd have thought he'd be pleased. And instead of that, when I told him about it, he started to struggle - I've known this slave ever since he first came here at 16, and I've never seen him like this before." I went over to 3, and started to speak to him. "So, you've made it at last! They tell me it's a great honour to be chosen by the king - you'll be his favourite." "Oh Master, yes. I want to serve the king. I want to be his bed slave. But I'm worried about 6. I've always looked out for him, and now I will never see him again. Without me he's sure to get into trouble, and before long he'll be whipped for some silly mistake because he doesn't understand - and once the Overseers and masters think that he's always doing the wrong thing and always getting whipped, they'll send him off to the mines!" "Look, 3, that's what being a slave is all about. If your master sells you or gives you away, then you have to go Yes, it is unlikely that you will ever see 6 again. But you know that he is currently working for me and master John - and we know that he is good and strong, and a very willing slave who always does his best for us. So you don't have to worry about him being whipped: we'll look after him." "Oh Master, thank you. I've known 6 for so long, and I've always taken care of him and I was really worried about what was going to happen to him. Will you say goodbye to him for me, and tell him why I was not able to do so myself?" "Of course we will, won't we John?" Even John was moved at the sight of 3 being torn away from his long time friend and lover, and said (and this was unusual, as he didn't usually speak to the slaves directly and left it all up to me) "I'll tell 6 for you, 3." I was even more amazed when he put his fingers in through the bars of the cage and rubbed them all over 3's cock and balls - 3 became erect, of course, and as John continued to massage his fingers around, even leaked a couple of drops of pre cum. "I'm not going to wash my hand now, 3, until I see 6. Then I will allow him to smell and lick my fingers, so he can have a final scent of you as I tell him why you're going", John continued. "I'm sure it will be better that way." The guard captain came over at that moment and said they were ready to load 3 then, and the last we saw of him was as his caged body was taken out of the holding area towards the loading bay. Back in our room John looked at me, and said "Shall we tell him now, or in the morning?" "I don't know - let's look and see what they're doing." I turned on the TV and tuned it to the CCTV camera in the cage, and saw 7 and 6 both sitting companionably against the wall, talking. "I guess they're waiting for 3 to come back", I said to John. "So you'd better go in there and get it over with!" "Steve, won't you tell him?" "No, John. You said you would. And, anyway, I think you ought to start as we need to go on from now." "What do you mean?" "Look, 6 is going to be pretty upset about losing 3. He's always been 'taken care of' by 3, and he's going to feel lost and alone. The slave 7 isn't really the kind of slave who will look out for 6 - he's too much of a loner. So I think you ought to take 6 as your special charge and be his 'special' master. If he wasn't a slave, you'd like him as a bloke, wouldn't you?" "Well, yes." "So, you ought to be able to like him as a slave. Just don't let him get too familiar - remember, we're going back to England one day and he's going to have to cope on his own. I think that he never really improved because 3 was like a big brother to him - but you could start off like that, but make sure that he got more independent so that when he has to go back to the work gangs, he'll be able to fend for himself." "After all", I continued, "Guys can get more confident..." I think John realised I was referring to him, and saw the parallels between the way I looked out for him as a mate, and 3 treated 6. "What's more", I went on, "I know you've looked at both him and 3 for a long time - you've been thinking abut fucking them, haven't you?" "No....." "Come on, John, I've seen you thinking about it. You're not worried about that silly 'gay' stuff are you? You know how perfectly normal, and how absolutely great it is, when we have sex. So why shouldn't you fuck 6?" "If I were you, I think the best way of dealing with the poor guy tonight would be to go in there and tell him about 3 as well as you can, and let him smell 3's juices on your fingers. Then, as he'll be very upset, bring in here, push him onto the bed, and fuck him!" "That will do two things. Firstly, it will take his mind off 3 - it's a great honour to be fucked by a master, after all. And secondly, it will bond him to you - having you so close to him so soon after losing 3 will make it easier for him to switch to you as the one he looks up to." "But I can't just bring him in here and fuck him, Steve. You're here." "So....?" "Well, I can't be fucking with you lying there listening.... " "OK, John. So here's what we'll do. You go and tell 6, and then fuck him. I will fuck the slave 7, so I won't be able to hear what you're doing - I'll be too busy concentrating on getting my prick up that slave's arse." "But Steve, in the same room?" "Why not? We don't have any secrets from each other do we, John?" Well, to cut a long story short, it all went really well. It's amazing how it's turned out, really. 6 is almost like a pet dog to John - follows him everywhere, does everything for him. It's almost at the point that when I want 6 to do something, he hesitates and looks at John for permission, in case John needs him for something more important. And having the slave to control has absolutely made a difference to John: he's far more confident and controlling now than he was. He's also doing a great job at teaching 6 to listen to masters' commands, and to '"think" just a bit. I feel that when we do go back to England, 6 will be able to return to the slave pool and actually live out a long, happy and useful life. I actually miss being quite so close to John: it was good being his best mate" (of course I still am), but we're not in that same relationship. I still fuck him occasionally, but I don't have to watch out for him all the time to make sure he's doing the right things. He's a really nice bloke, and I think that when we do go back to England, we'll probably drift further apart. He still wants to get married, because he wants nippers of his own, but he says that it won't make any difference to us - he still wants us to be mates, and he says he'll still let me fuck him. But know it won't be like that - if he does get married, we'll inevitably drift apart as he won't need me at all. And as for the fucking - well, I suppose that if he comes to visit me he'll happily jump into bed "for old time's sake", but that won't be very often. You do get to the point with people like John that you have to let them go, however much you don't want to, as it's for their own good that they grow and develop. He couldn't go on being "looked after" for ever by me, I suppose. But I don't think we'll be going back to England for a long time. We've just signed up for another year. The money's piling up, the work's still interesting, and there's no end to it - like painting the bloody Forth Bridge: when we eventually do get to one end of this Palace, we'll be able to go back and start all over again. However the real reason I don't want to go home is 7. He's a slave and always will be, as there's no way that the Sheikh will ever let him go. I've got him permanently assigned to us, and after he'd been without his nipple rings for a couple of weeks, managed to get the foreman to get agreement that his cock band could be removed as well so his cock and balls hang down just like a normal slave's does. When you see him around the Palace now, you couldn't tell he was once considered to be a really wild slave, who needed those special punishments to mark him out as trouble maker. We're so alike, that when I'm walking around our rooms naked, you can hardly tell who is the slave, him or me - if it wasn't for his brands, he'd be just like us. Although I liked fucking a massive muscular slave like 3, I really do prefer men of my own height and weight in bed, and 7 fits the bill perfectly. He's such a fantastic sex partner, and after that performance on the first night, has never lost his enthusiasm for sex. We all four share the same room, and the cage door stands open permanently - John tends to fuck 6 and I tend to fuck 7, but we're all perfectly free and natural with each other and if John or I fancy a change, we just take the other's "special" slave. I've given 7 another privilege, too. Although I always refer to him as 7 at work and when there are others around ,when we're making love every night I call him Joe and I allow him to call me Steve, not master. I asked him last night if he ever thought he'd end up in bed with a man every night, and work naked all day, and he said of course he didn't. I couldn't resist asking him if it was better than the Marines - and he'd almost forgotten that he'd ever been in the corps. He really is living for the moment, and he's enjoying every minute of it. You have to watch him in bed, though - at the end of the day, I am the master and I say what goes. But he still tries to get his prick up my arse, however much I try to stop him - it's become one of our little games. I might even give it a go one day, just to see what it fells like. And me? Well, there's a turn up for the book. I was always a bit of a Jack the lad, and never wanted any responsibility. And look at me now - I've got these three dependent on me. I've got to run their lives, as well as my own. All I ever wanted was enough money so I could enjoy a pint every night, shag a couple of birds every now and then, and not have to worry much about where the next pound was coming from. And here I am, with all these responsibilities. I couldn't have forecast that. And, you know what? It isn't just the fantastic sex - and I never thought I'd ever want to go with a bloke - I actually like being in charge. Author's note: That is the end of the transcript of my conversation with Steve. I interviewed John, the slave 6 and the ex-marine 7 separately, but their narratives do not contribute substantially to my theme and so have not been published here. I could not arrange to meet the slave 3 for interview - he is, I understand, still in the King's palace, and still acting as one of the King's special pleasure slaves. In my earlier paper on the theme of how the two ordinary electricians Steve and John reacted to slavery, I said that it was clear that "working men" could readily adapt to working with slaves, and would readily use them if it made their life easier. When I come to draw my final conclusions on slavery today, I will use the continuing story of Steve and John to support my assertion that not only would they work with slaves, but that they would easily learn to be in complete control of slaves, and would do everything that "normal" masters do to slaves, up to and including using them for their sexual pleasure and relief. It is interesting to notice how both Steve and John modify their attitudes to the ownership and control of slaves, and to gradually accept that "gay" practices are a natural regular part of the life of "ordinary" blokes. Freed of the artificial constraints imposed by Western society, both of them discover that it is natural for men who had previously thought of themselves as completely heterosexual to learn that it is fact "gay" sex that is truly satisfying. Readers are reminded that there is nothing special about Steve and John - they are, by their own admission, just ordinary working blokes from the East End. If they can find happiness and fulfilment in their new gay life, how many more of their fellow could, too? THE END

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Date: Wed, 8 May 2002 07:15:45 EDT From: NJRimzu@aol.com Subject: Tony and Me Chapter 2 This is the story of how my relationship with my friend Tony changed when we discovered sex. The usual warnings apply, i.e., don't read it if you're not supposed to or don't want to. The story is true, to the best of my recollection. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. Months went by and I saw very little of Tony. When we saw each other, we never spoke. And then one night at Boy Scouts, he walked up to me while I was talking to friends, looked me in the eye and said "Don't forget, you owe me one' and walked away. My friends asked what he was talking about, and I blustered through some lame story of his having done me a favor in school. I was thrilled that he had spoken to me, but concerned at what he had said in front of my friends. A couple of days later, I was walking my dog past his house. I had been walking that way for a while hoping to run into him. As I approached the house, I looked at his bedroom window, which was upstairs on the side of the house facing me. Both the window and the screen were open, and he was standing in the opening, naked, stroking his erection. He was clearly visible from mid-torso to mid-thighs and anyone coming own the street could have seen him. With his free hand, he motioned me toward him. I walked up his neighbor's driveway and between the two houses. "Whip it out," he called down. I hesitated, not sure what to do. I mean, he was more exposed than I was, but he could step back from the window in a second. I was outdoors, although some bushes screened me from the street. "Go on, whip it out, faggot. You know you want to." So I opened my pants and took it out. "Beat off with me" he said. So I began masturbating, standing there in his side yard in broad daylight, watching him stroke his beautiful dick in the window, feasting my eyes on his incredible body. The sexiness of his body and the mixed thrill and fear of what I was doing got me off fairly quickly, spraying my load on the lawn. He stopped stroking as soon as I had cum. "Lick it off your fingers." Without a second thought, I did. "Don't forget, you still owe me one." And with that, he stepped away from the window and the window closed. I went out to the street, looking every which way to make sure there was no one around who could have seen me. I couldn't believe I'd done such a crazy thing, but knew I'd be back the next day, looking for more.

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Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2001 10:20:12 EDT From: Botpuppy@aol.com Subject: Jack Away at College, Part 7 Jack Away at College, Part 7 By botpuppy@aol.com I was determined to do what I had promised him and myself. I began to do my own laundry. In bed, I would try to be a considerate lover instead of the demanding selfish macho man. I even started to do my class assignments, including attending teach's class. Guys seemed surprised; Joe asked me if I was going for some star student award. I still dropped in to the pub for a beer with him now and then, and I leveled with him. Never one to open myself to people, I was realizing that what I had been doing was to shut them out of my life. It felt good to talk with someone that way, and Joe's friendship became precious to me. Mark and I were on a much more intimate basis, of course. Now, when we had sex, he would tease me about being his bitch, and I would kiss his nipples, nuzzling them with my teeth. I always used a condom now, and learned to live with them. Too risky not to, I figured, and there was no way I would risk giving him something bad along with a good fuck. He teased me about that, telling me that he wanted to experience the thrill of feeling my hot sperm coat his insides. I dismissed this as being love play, not realizing that it was more than that. Mark and I would sometimes go to the pub together and got to be recognizes as a duo, although I was always careful to make it seem that we were just roommates who enjoyed each other's company. Joe and Paul would join us for a pitcher now and then, and we had good laughs together. When not with us, Paul seemed to always have a new girl or guy in tow. Mark and I gossiped a little about this, with me remarking how it didn't seem to matter to Paul whether he had sex with a guy or a girl, and Mark joking that he was a regular Romeo. One night, Paul was leaving the bar with his latest, a cute blond guy I recognized from campus. As they stood at our table, Paul was kinda cupping the guy's buns in his hand, nonchalantly, squeezing now and then. I could tell the guy was embarrassed but he acted normal, or tried to. I noticed that Mark was very interested, but I was uncomfortable with the scene, and I was glad when they left, Mark and I left soon after that and were soon. In bed, as I was about to kiss him goodnight, Mark said, Jack, could we... and his voice trailed off. Could we what babe? He said, aw nothing let's do some Z's. I was feeling good about myself now, and thought that it would be satisfying to do something good for someone. Call it atonement, I guess. When I read about the "Big Brothers" in my hometown, I got interested. It was designed for kids in the inner city whose fathers had abandoned them. They were troubled, good kids who just needed some friendship and a little guidance before they fell into the trap, that pit where crack and cheap thrills would grab them and pull them into a life of crime, jail, and degradation. Not much money in the job, but, what the fuck, I figured its payback time. So I filled out the forms and I asked teach to write me a letter of recommendation. He wasn't as startled by this as I thought he might be, and agreed. I noticed the beginning of a tear develop in the corner of his eye, and then he hugged me. Not at all sexual, and the halls were as crowded as always, but I found myself hugging him back. Just like that, I had convinced him that I recognized my mistakes; No "I'm so sorry", no big talk. He took the information and promised that he would get the letter off that night. Things settled down to a reasonable pace, and although I was dating, I laid off the "fuck me or leave me" attitude that I had fallen into, and began to actually enjoy a girl's company. I still had my randy moments, but just a quiet, "cool it lover boy" from my date, and I would be content with the heavy petting sessions that we would enjoy. I learned that girls enjoyed the way I fondled their breasts, and in return, would stroke and grasp my cock through my pants. Most of the time this resulted in a satisfying orgasm with me coming home with my load in my briefs. I had almost forgot about the Big Brothers when my mother called one night, telling me that there was a letter for me from them, and should she open it and read it to me? I thought for a minute, decided that I hadn't been home in months, and said that no, it could keep; I'll be home tomorrow night and explain to u and dad what it's about, I owe you guys a visit anyway, and I miss you. "Oh honey, we miss you too, and I've been so worried about you". I was alone but I still felt embarrassed. Next morning, a Friday, I told Mark that I was going to drive home for the weekend, right after my last class at 4. "You're gonna leave me all alone with all those lecherous studs on campus?" I gave his ass a swat and kissed his cheek, "Save it for me, babe", and headed out. I left on schedule, traffic was light, and figured I would be home at about seven. It didn't happen. After driving an hour my car started acting up and I pulled over to the side of the road and popped the hood, jumping back as steam began to pour from the radiator. I knew that at best I would have to wait for things to cool down and that it would take a while. Nothing to do but wait and curse myself for taking a short cut on this deserted county road. After about a half-hour, a guy about my age pulled up and got out of his pickup truck. "Hey dude, having some trouble?" He had an easy going way about him and said, "Let's have a look", poking around at the hoses, and examining the one going to the radiator. "Yea, here's the problem, this pin hole leak in the hose, lost the water and overheated. Good thing you pulled over, this could have been big trouble. Tell ya what, I'll tow you to our farm down the road a few miles. I can tape this hose up enough to hold for a short distance till you can replace it. Where you headed". When I told him, he shook his head, "Na, no way, you can drive that far till you replace this hose, dude, where you comin' from?" When I told him State College, he said, "Hell you can get a hose in town there and be on your way tomorrow" "Shit my folks are expecting me tonight, but I can see you're right" "There's some chain in my truck, gimme a hand and we'll be back at our place in a few minutes". And we were. On the way, we introduced ourselves. "Name's Joe". "Jack, here, I really appreciate this Joe, this is great of you". He replied that it was no problem, and we just made small talk as he drove. He was good looking, and built solidly, with muscled arms expanding his white tee shirt and a good sized bulge in his tight jeans. I told him that I was a freshman, and he started telling me about how his dad was disappointed when he had explained that he didn't want to go to college. "I always wanted to work the farm, it's great being my own boss, but now that it's happened, I've had guilty feelings about it. See, my dad died early this year, so now I'm the boss". "I'm really sorry about your dad, but don't feel guilty, I'm sure he'd be proud of you". He was so open, so friendly and giving of himself, so unlike the prick that I realized that I had become. Avoiding the reasons for it, I told him about the work that I hoped that I would be doing that summer with Big Brothers, and he remarked about how he could tell that I was a good guy. "That's a great way to help out kids, you're going to get back as much as you give and then some." Then he turned off the road, and pulled the truck over in front of the barn We hopped out, and soon had the chain removed. Getting some tape, he wrapped it around the hose, "There", smiling at me, "You're in business again. Get that garden hose and we can have a coke or something while we flush out the radiator. Let' go into the house. He got two cokes out of the fridge; and we sipped as we chatted. Turns out his mom had died when he was a baby and now he was working the farm by himself, with hired help for planting and harvesting. I wanted to hug him; life had dealt him some hard blows. "Let's go finish up so you can get on the road, man." The car started up and there were no signs of any damage. I offered him my hand and he seemed reluctant that I was leaving. "Hey, if I bring the replacement hose back, would you show me how to install it?" "No problem Jack, we'll have you on the road in no time and it's on your way, anyhow, right?"

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Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2001 10:23:25 EDT From: Botpuppy@aol.com Subject: Jack Away at College, Part 8 Jack Away at College, Part 8 By botpuppy@aol.com I got back to the dorm and headed to our room in good time, pausing at the door to figure out what the noises were. When I went in, I was stunned to see Mark and Paul both naked. Mark over Paul's lap, with Paul spanking Mark's ass, then fingering his ass hole. He smacked a few times and then fingered, spitting in his crack and working his finger in, tracing a circle inside. Mark was making soft moaning sounds, and Paul was taunting him as he enjoyed himself toying with him. "You like that, little faggot? You ready for your man to make you his bitch yet, or do you want me to play with your pussy some more? I'm going to show you what it's like to get fucked by a real man, bitch." Just then they realized that I was in the room. My mouth gaped open as I struggled to tell myself that this wasn't happening. Paul stared at me for a moment then hooked his thumbs into Mark's crack, forcing his cheeks apart, and he started to say something, but I never heard him. I closed the door and went back to my car. I knew where I was going now, despite the fact that the idea still hadn't completely developed. I was going to try to get that hose right now and drive back to Joe's farm. The rest I would work out on the way. Mark tells his side Sure I felt bad about being caught with Paul. But face it, even though Jack had given me what I wanted, he just wasn't exciting anymore. I thought I wanted him to treat me like a person, not a fag sub and I enjoyed the sex with him for a while but that soon faded as I began to realized that something was missing. When I came across Paul in the showers that day, I thought of the parade of guys and girls that he seemed to attract. As I stared at his big uncut cock, I remembered how he had toyed with that kid's ass in the pub and that old longing returned. I can't explain it, its just something in me, a yearning to be dominated, taken advantage of and without it; the sex just wasn't enough for me. When Jack reinvented himself, I became restless. Paul saw me staring and said, "Jack's not taking care of you, baby?" I smiled at him, my best princess Di look, concentrating on his cock, and he said, no sense just looking, boy, take it in your hand. Well I did, and when he asked me what I could do for him, I told him that Jack was away for the weekend and I didn't like to be alone. "Lead the way, baby", caressing my buns as we walked naked to our room. Easing me onto my back on the bed, he stood over me, his dick hanging down inches from my face. "Go ahead, baby, take a good look, check out my foreskin before I get hard and it retracts. And I definitely am on my way to some major wood, baby, I can't wait to have my cock down your throat." Eager to explore him, I took his dick in my hand and just felt the skin, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, then sticking my tongue inside. A combination of tastes and smells hit me. Sweat dried piss and precum made his cock so appealing to me that I got an instant boner. Jack's crotch had that same sort of smell and taste in the morning, but the foreskin enclosing Paul's cock head must intensify all that male musk that turned me on so much. Too soon, his cock was standing fully erect and proud, long, thick, and now hoodless. "OK, baby get ready to suck some cock now, I think I'll use your throat before I breed your boy pussy. Here", and he positioned me with my head hanging over the bed. "This way, I can ram my cock down into your throat, faggot, it's the only way I'll be able to have a straight shot into it without bumping against the roof of your mouth all the time. Otherwise, I'll have to put up with a lot of gagging and choking, so get ready." His domineering attitude had me willing to do whatever he thought would give him some pleasure. It was all very matter of fact, no questions involved, no answers necessary. I was there to satisfy whatever whim occurred to him and my only acceptable answer was to obey, and do it willingly at that. He stood with his balls hanging close to my eyes as he crouched to insert his cock into me, pausing for a few moments as I slurped on the head. Then he began to ease more and more of himself into me. As the head probed at the entrance to my windpipe, I resisted the impulse to gag; remembering that he didn't like that. He had to use some pressure, but my throat expanded enough to allow his cock head to penetrate it, reminding me of the sensation when my anal ring would finally yield to a cock's invasion. "Yea, he bellowed, I'm into you all the way, you little faggot cum dump. Damn, your throat looks so good stuffed with a cock; I'm going to have to bring my camera next time." Now, if you have ever been in this situation, you will realize that it's impossible to suck when you are impaled this way. But then he withdrew some, and I quickly began to suckle him. He played with my tits for a while, twisting my nipples, sometimes painfully. But I was past that, completely enthralled by the whole erotic experience. Without realizing it, my own dick suddenly erupted, squirting my load up into the air, and landing all over me. I continued to ooze cum when he yelled out, "Yea, aaaaaa, ooh fuck, and blasted his cum into my mouth. I swallowed to keep from choking, until he told me to just hold it in my mouth. After resting for a minute, he sat down on my desk chair and indicated for me to get over his lap. That's where I was when Jack came in. Now back to Jack Fortunately, the auto parts store was still open. I explained what I needed to the guy at the counter, who looked out the window and asked if it was for that car, pointing toward mine, parked out front. He returned in a few minutes with the hose, I paid him and left, heading for the farm. Passing a Burger King, I stopped to buy some whoppers and fries. Joe had said something about a late lunch and despite being upset about Mark and Paul, I was starved. I went back to Joe's place and knocked. No answer, but his truck was parked outside, so I tried the door, it was open, and I called out, asking if he was there. Then I recognized the sound of a shower, which stopped just then. Joe? I called again, yea, hang on a second will ya? He came out wrapped in a towel, surprised to see me, hey dude, come in. I said that I had brought some burgers and was hoping we could kind of, hang out tonight. I didn't fool him, he knew by the tone of my voice that something was wrong. But he just grinned and said, sure, dude. Relax while I get some clothes on, grab a coke or a beer if you want. He returned with a beer of his own, sitting beside me in some clean jeans and a tee. Here's to us, guy, tapping his bottle against mine. I swear he was reading my mind when he told me that he hoped I was going to spend the night, since we would probably have a few more beers with the burgers. He seemed content with a little small talk putting me at ease, then getting us another round. This time he sat closer with an arm around my shoulder, and soon I was spilling my guts out to him. He was that kind of guy, it seemed so natural to be with him and to get all this off my chest. Finally he said, let's get something to eat, you'll feel better. He attacked his food, and I did a job on mine to, sitting at his kitchen table. When we finished he said, "You didn't shock me, Jack. I'm no altar boy myself. I knocked a girl up when we were 19. She had a miscarriage, which turned out to be not so bad because I wasn't ready for the responsibility of being a dad, and I was too selfish to be a decent husband. I've fucked around with guys some too. When my dad died I realized that I had to shape up and I've been trying hard since. It seems like we have some things in common." Well, I spent the night with him, and in the morning we had bacon and eggs which he cooked. We didn't have any real sex that night, but he held me in his arm and kissed me goodnight. I woke the next day feeling like I had been reborn. I took the job with Big Brothers that summer, after finishing that semester living at his house and commuting to classes on campus. I saw Mark, told him that I understood, and pretty much avoided my old crowd. Joe and I spent every weekend together, alternating between my parent's place and his. Of course my parents loved him and I got the courage to tell them that I was gay and that Joe and I planned to live together after I had finished my summer job. If they were disappointed in me, they never showed any sign of it. I think they had noticed that I had turned some corner in my life. And that just about brings us up to date. I'm still undecided about returning to school next year, but that can wait. Right now, I'm looking forward to the weekend. I hope you enjoyed reading this. Comments, favorable or otherwise to Botpuppy@aol.com

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Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2001 19:49:56 EST From: Botpuppy@aol.com Subject: Jack Away at College, Part 5 Jack Away at College, Part 5 By botpuppy@aol.com Mark is telling this part Jack seemed to be trying to get my goat, and I couldn't figure out why. He was always kind of arrogant, and that was one of the things that I had grown to love about him. This time, though, he seemed determined to want to embarrass me. When the waiter brought the menus, and I ordered, he told the waiter that I would rather have something with a bone in it, and ordered a T-bone for me, telling the waiter that I liked big bones with a lot of beef on them, and some white sauce at the tip. The gay waiter understood exactly what the innuendo was and kind of smirked at me with a wink. The thing that made me bolt, though, was when Jack told the waiter that he was sure that I needed to pee, and asked him where the rest rooms were. The waiter arched an eyebrow, saying that the men's room was on the left, and... The ladies on the right. Jack, said, there you are, babe and remember to wipe off when you finish. That did it for me. I made my way out of the restaurant, and threw some money at the host; I'm leaving, I said, and not bothering with a reply. I told the carhop to call me a taxi, but after a few minutes I decided to walk to town and grab the next train home. The weather was decent, and the walk almost got me out of the funk I was in. Damn that Jack, damn, damn, damn. I had wanted this night to be perfect, and everything I did or said seemed to annoy him. The valet parking, the caviar, the vodka all seemed to provoke him. Maybe, oh gee, maybe all that elegance had made him uncomfortable. It all seemed perfectly natural to me, but I began to speculate that not everyone grew up the way that I did and could be resentful. But I decided then and there that I would drop out of school for a semester, and then enroll at the Ivy League College that my mom had picked for me. Big deal, I thought, you wanted to go to a less exclusive school to be with regular guys from working class families instead of those rich kids like me at that snotty prep school mom sent me to. Well, look what that got me. I'd get my stuff out of the dorm next week, and as far as the computer and stereo, well Jack was welcome to them. I didn't realize how seedy the neighborhood near the station was, and I began to walk more quickly. The old station was just about a block away when I became aware of a big black guy slouching against the wall of a nearby building. In spite of myself, I had to admire his looks. Handsome chiseled features, tight jeans with a beautiful bulge in his crotch. But I had had enough of that kind of thing with Jack. I walked faster, determined to avoid any more of this one way sex between males. I didn't get too far, though. He approached me and began to talk. You are a cute little white boy, dude, ain't ya? I bet u wanna meet my johnson, ain't that right? C'mon, you wanna suck on my big black cock, don't ya. Not a question and the tone of his voice was enough to make worry that his "johnson" was soon going to be finding its place. No, damnit I almost screamed, let me alone, I don't want it and I'll fight you off. Just let me alone, Ok? And I tried to get past him and into the station. But he was too strong for me, and he just grabbed my belt and lifted me slightly, half walking me and half carrying me toward the alley. I was scared now, and my briefs and pants hurt as they dug into my ass crack. We got there and he forced me to my knees, holding my head down with one hand, and unzipping with the other. I gasped when I saw the size of his dick. Jack was certainly a well-endowed male, but this guy was unbelievable. He smirked down at me as he saw that I was fascinated by this specimen of manhood. "Yea, u faggots all near pass out when they see my piece, and you're gonna love sucking it hard. When I get around to fucking that white pussy of yours, you're gonna realize just how much you need to be my bitch. Now open up them pretty lips and taste this black meat, you fuckin' fairy." I pursed my lips tightly closed, knowing that he would eventually have his way, but still trying. That only seemed to amuse him, though, and he rubbed the big thick head of his cock on my lips. "Hey, hey, little white bitch is playing hard to get. Good that's even better, I get tired of them stuck up white college boys who come down here in their fancy cars and fuckin' beg for my johnson. I'm gonna enjoy you, and you be begging for this meat soon enough." With that, he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back and my face up. Holding me firm in this uncomfortable position, he took his cock in the other hand and began to slap my face with it. All of a sudden, I heard a man's voice shouting. "OK, Wilson, the game is over, let him go." When I was released, I saw the biggest policeman I had ever seen. I was never so happy to see a cop before or since. He was also black and my tormentor obviously knew him and treated him with respect. "You standing out here, forcing that kid to do sex with you, what is this, you turning queer, Wilson? Now you get your nigger ass home boy, Before I kick that black ass of yours. I'll be over to your house after I take care of this kid. Then you and I are going to have a little talk with your momma, you hear. After she finds out what you were up to tonight, I doubt that I'm going to have any more trouble with you, now get." This tough guy was obviously afraid of both the cop and his mother, and without a word, he hurried out of the alley and kept walking. "You can file a complaint against him down at the station if you want, but I doubt that much would come out of it. Besides, I know him and his family. His old man was killed accidentally by some druggie punks in a driveby gang war, and he isn't recovered from the shock of that. He's actually a good kid, just seems to have developed a knack for getting himself into scrapes. Between his mother and me, we'll straighten him out a hell of a lot better than our wimpy judges would do." I quickly agreed, and all I wanted now was to recover from this scene and get home. When I told the officer that I was on my way to the station to wait for the next train, he shook his head. Last train left a half-hour ago, son. You're from the State College, right? I'll give you a ride back to campus; you can't get another train until morning. The last thing that I wanted to do was to go back to the dorm and Jack, but not wanting to get into that story with the cop, I agreed. Thankfully, Jack wasn't in the room when I got in. I set the alarm for 6 AM, and got into my nightshirt and, exhausted by the all the night' events, was soon fast asleep. Jack is telling this part Maybe it would make more sense if I told more about myself. In grade school, I was the runt of the class. In eighth grade, while all the other kids had been developing the body hair and deepening voices of teen boys, I was still a soprano, and with no signs of hair on my legs and pits, but worst of all on my crotch. To make it worse, my dick was noticeably smaller than the other boys, which they never failed to comment about when we had to strip and shower after gym classes, and I grew to hate days when we had gym. The relentless teasing seemed never to stop, and they began to call me names like sissy boy and fairy. I would rush home after school and cry most days, wishing for a friend. One day a couple of guys were pushing me around and taunting me even more than usual when Steve came down the hall and told them to fuck off. Steve was a big guy and everybody gave him his space. The other boys got the idea and backed off, then Steve asked me if I wanted a ride home. I was happy to be around him and we got to his car and headed home, but on the way I found out that was a price to pay for my new friendship. He told me that he'd keep those bullies off my ass, but that he was tired of jerking off, and I was going to have to suck his cock whenever he wanted to get off, which was usually at least once a day. Of course I was shocked, and said no, I couldn't do that. He just grinned and nodded OK with me guy, good luck with those guys at school. The torments began again, even intensifying. I convinced myself that his terms weren't that bad, and sought him out to tell him so. He was true to his word, and when the boys realized that they would have to answer to Steve if they messed with me, the taunts stopped. The boys actually became friendly and I was finally relieved of my burden. There was the price, though, but I found it to be worthwhile. The first time I blew him, I gagged and spit his cum out, but after a while I began to get used to it, and swallowed it down the way he told me too. And it happened almost every day and sometimes more often. In his car, behind the gym, in our garage, even at the movies. We were sitting up front, with nobody in our row. Steve just said, "Blow me." I was nervous, and tried to conceal my movements from the people behind us. Slouching down low in my seat, I slipped onto the floor between Jack's legs. My hand shook as I slowly unzipped his jeans, thinking that the sound would be heard throughout the theater. His cock was hard and I couldn't get it out of his jeans, so I just covered his dick in my mouth and sucked it. I guess he was as turned on by this scene as I was, because he soon let out a soft moan and came in my mouth. That's when I shot my load, too, soaking my briefs. He told me not to swallow it, and I got back up into my seat with his cum in my mouth and lips. "Show me", he said and I opened my mouth for him. He grinned, "That was good". In spite of the sexual inequity, we actually became friendly. He never even touched my dick, but we spent a lot of time together, even when he wasn't horny, and I was really happy to have him for my buddy. His dad had some workout equipment and when Steve suggested that I work out with him, I jumped at the chance. He had me on the weight machine everyday, and in just a month, I had begun to make some progress. School ended for the summer and I continued the body building regimen. My chest and biceps were toning up nicely, and I was actually growing taller at the same time my body was toning up. But the thing that really thrilled me that summer was that I began to notice stubble of emerging hairs on my legs, pits and crotch. By the time high school started, I was almost 5'10, 165, and still growing, with a respectable growth of hair in all the right places. I began to get into sports, enjoyed the intramural games, especially football. I had a pretty good arm, and after a while I was everybody's favorite choice for quarterback. The varsity football coach was watching one of our games one day, and came over to me after the game. I had a great day, throwing for three touchdowns, and he complimented me on the game. He suggested that I come out for varsity next year, and I was at the top of the world. Steve and I weren't seeing each other nearly so often anymore, but he came by my house that night, asking about how I had been, and complimenting me on my physique. I knew that I owed this new look and attitude to him, and told him so. Na, he said, you just needed a little encouragement is all, and smiled. I wondered whether he had come for his long overdue blowjob, but he made no mention of that, just telling me that he and his new girl friend hit it off very well. He left me having no doubt that soon he was not going to need me for sex anymore. You know the rest. I had changed myself from a skinny runt into a well-built jock And I had become, I now realized, a real prick, as well. The girls, the condoms, the teacher, all that was my way of denying all that time I had spent suffering ridicule and sucking a guy's dick for companionship and protection. When the car-hop told me that Mark had left, walking in the direction to town, I got in my car, searching all over for him. Having no idea of where he was headed, I drove up and down, covering probably every block of the little downtown area, but no sign of him. On the off chance that he may have got the idea of going home, I parked near the station. On my way I noticed this hot black guy, obviously shaken up by something, and hotfooting it away. No sign of anybody in the station, though, and an old man paused as he mopped the floor to tell me that the last train had left. My heart sank as the thought of losing Mark began to become a real possibility. If only I could explain to him how I felt, mentally kicking myself for the way I had treated him. I would get his home address from the school and go to him and beg him to forgive me. Then I realized how deeply I felt for him. When I left the station, I saw a cop car headed off, but there was no ticket on my car, and I continued searching the streets till I realized that it made no sense. I decided to make the trip to Mark's house the next day and drove back to the dorm.

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Date: Tue, 7 May 2002 22:23:27 EDT From: NJRimzu@aol.com Subject: Tony and Me (Chapter 1) This is the story of how my relationship with my friend Tony changed when we discovered sex. If you're looking for lots of hot sex, you will find a little of it here, but this is mostly a story about how sex changes everything. This is my first attempt at writing something like this, so while comments are appreciated, please be kind. The usual warnings apply, i.e., don't read it if you're not supposed to or don't want to. The story is true, to the best of my recollection. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. Tony and Me It all began one September afternoon. I was 15, Tony was 13. We'd grown up around the corner from each other in a typical suburban subdivision. We'd been friends for a few years, hanging out with the other guys on the block, playing football, shooting hoops, swimming at the town pool. By the way, my name is Mike. I was 5'9", 135 pounds, a WASP, brown hair, brown eyes, glasses, shy and a little bit of a nerd. Tony was a little hottie. 5'2", 115 pounds, very Italian, black curly hair, brown eyes, a perfectly proportioned little body, tiny waist, slim hips and a cute little round butt. And an angelic smile hiding a devilish personality. I'd known I was gay for a couple of years, and though I hadn't done anything about it, I wanted him bad. His face and body drove me wild. One day after school, we were playing pool in the rec room at my house. I wasn't wearing a belt and my pants were loose and kept drooping around my hips. Tony was teasing me about it as I kept having to pull them up, Every time he walked past me, he tugged them down a bit. I started doing the same to him as we continued the game. In no time at all, we both had both our pants and underwear down around our thighs, exposing two obvious erections. As I walked past him, I let the back of my hand brush against his hard cock. I couldn't believe how soft, smooth and hot the skin was, and how hard he was. "Why don't we skip the game and sit for a while," Tony suggested. So we sat there side by side on the couch, pants around our knees, with our hard dicks pointing to the ceiling. After a minute, I reached over and took his cock in my hand and just held it. He did the same to mine. Even though I was two years older, his was obviously bigger than mine was. Mine was 6", about average, but his must have been 8", smaller at the head, but thick down the shaft. "Have you ever been blown or given a blowjob?" he quietly asked. "No", I honestly replied. "Would you ever want to?" he continued. "Maybe" Remember that I was a shy one. "How about you?" "I think I'd like to try, but it would have to be with someone special, a really good friend, someone like you." I couldn't believe what was happening. I was sitting half naked with the beautiful friend I had been fantasizing about for a couple of years, we were holding each others hardons, and he was telling me he wanted to try having sex with me. Just then, from out in the hallway, my Mom yelled, "Mike! Dinner time. You'll have to finish your pool game tomorrow." Needless to say, the mood was broken. We both hurriedly pulled up our pants, Tony murmured "G'bye" and was out the back door in a flash. A few days later I ran into Tony on the street and invited him over for a game. As soon as we got behind closed doors in the rec room, we dropped our pants. Tony had me sit on the couch and kneeled on the floor between my legs. He started licking my hard dick, lapping his tongue around the head. Then he took it into his mouth. I'd never felt anything as exciting as that hot mouth surrounding my cock. He started bobbing up and down on it, until he had about two-thirds of it in his mouth, with his hand working around the base. I looked down and saw that beautiful face looking up at me, with a mouthful of my dick. I was in heaven. In no time at all, I blasted into his mouth and throat in the most intense orgasm of my short life. It took me a few minutes to recover. "My turn." Tony woke me from my dreamlike bliss. We changed places, and just as I took hold of his big cock, once again my Mom's voice came through the door reminding me it was time to eat, though not what I was hoping to eat. We pulled ourselves together and as he went out the door I said, 'I owe you one. Next time." For the next several days, Tony seemed to be avoiding me. I never saw him on the street; he wasn't home when I stopped by his house. Even at our Boy Scout meeting, he was always busy with others. Finally, I ran into him when I was riding my bike one day and cornered him. "What's the matter? Why are you avoiding me?' He didn't look me in the eye, but quietly said, "My parents think you're too old to be playing with me." I couldn't believe it. "We've been friends for years. All of a sudden, I'm too old?" "Well, you are 16 and I'm only 13." "Yeah, but last week I was 15 and next week you'll be 14, so it's not like we're that far apart." He just shrugged and walked away. Comments? E-mail NJRimzu@aol,com

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Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2001 14:58:25 EST From: Botpuppy@aol.com Subject: Jack Away at College, Part 4 Jack Away at College, Part 4 By botpuppy@aol.com When I got home from teach's, Mark was asleep in his bed. We shared the one bedroom, with two twin beds, about 3 feet apart, with a table between them. He had left the lamp on the table turned on, and I looked at him sleeping for a few minutes before stripping for bed. He looked cute in his nightshirt, and his butt was partially uncovered, showing off a smooth pair of round buns, absolutely hairless and to tell the truth, tempting. After my night with teach, I was getting close to giving Mark the fuck that he had been asked me for, and although my dick was stiffening, I decided to crash. I took off my shirt, and noticed the faint odor from my pits; I grinned and realized that I had a bit of a workout tonight. I threw my shirt and chinos over to the floor near the closet for Mark to take care of in the morning, and sat on my bed to take off my briefs, which had those tell-tale stains from the precum that Sue and teach had caused. Grinning again, I threw the briefs over at Mark, and they landed right next to his head. A little wake up gift, I figured. I lay in bed, thinking about tonight. Struck out with Sue, but hey, I have my principles, which don't include using a rubber when I fuck a chick, no matter what. I know I'm clean, and if she has some other idea, then that's her problem. But I kept replaying the scene with teach over in my mind. No sense denying it, fucking his ass was fantastic. A guy's hole, I had discovered, is another world as far as fucking goes. Much tighter than a girl's pussy and I had to use a lot of pressure to break through that tight little ring. I think that's called the sphincter or something like that. I'm gonna see if I can get a course on anatomy next semester. But even after the head of my cock popped through, his hole embraced my cock all around and man it felt fantastic. I don't know if it is because I'm hung so thick, or whether all guys have tight holes like his. I do know that I'm going to find out a lot more about fucking a guy. The main difference between a girl and a guy was the tightness, though. His hole was as warm and moist as any pussy and I loved the way his ass lips clung to my cock when I pulled out. It made a slurpy, popping sound as if he were protesting being left empty. And the way that his sphincter kept dilating and contacting involuntarily was a real turn on. I wondered whether his hole would get back in shape or whether he gets permanently opened up from taking cocks up his ass, but then remembered that he told me he had been fucked before. I guess it gets back to normal after a while, and I was sure that I was going to find out. I slept late that morning, a Saturday with no classes. Mark had already left to go home for the weekend, and I just lay in bed, replaying the scene with teach in my mind. I had awoken with the usual morning wood, and knew that I was going to have to find some cutie to take care of me today, but I didn't have any idea of who was going to be the lucky one. If it comes to that, I figured I'd go into that porn shop in town. I had heard that there are coin operated videos in those booths, and that you could always find a fag in there anxious to suck a college guy's dick. Well, maybe later, I thought as I grabbed a towel and headed for the showers. As I enjoyed the spray, Paul got under the showerhead next to me. "Hey Jack, I see your still boned up, what's the problem, Mark not treating you right?' "Yea dude, he left for home early and didn't wake me, I guess I'll have to speak to him about that. So how did you make out with that little cutie last night?" "Did just great, dude, they all are fascinated by the foreskin. How about you?" I decided to skip the part about teach, and just told him about Sue and the condoms. "Yea", he said, "girls get that way sometimes. Never had that problem with a guy, though." He sure is open about his sex life, I thought, and getting curious, I asked him if he preferred boys. "Don't really matter much to me, dude. When my dick takes over for my brain, a hot boy or a hot chick look the same to me, I guess that makes me bisexual." Despite the intense pleasure I got from Mark's mouth and teach's ass, I was taken back by this frank admission. I thought that I was oversexed, but this guy was something else, and completely open about it. We made some small talk as we toweled off and I headed back to the room to dress. I decided to take walk around for a while. But nothing seemed to be going on around campus, so I decided to take a ride into town and try out that porn shop. I drove up to this seedy little strip mall and went into the place. Walls were lined with videos and books. A glass display case had all kinds of sex toys, cock rings and dildos and some that I couldn't even figure out what they were for. I went up to the counter, where a bored looking bald black guy was reading a paper. I handed him a few bucks, and he gave me some quarters, but as he was making change, I noticed condoms and little tubes of lube for sale. Cripes, I figured, I guess more stuff goes on in here than just blowjobs. There were also small brown bottles of something called Rush. I was tempted to ask the clerk what that was, but I figured that wasn't so cool, and just proceeded to the rear of the store. The place was dimly lit, and I could hear the sounds of some machines whirring. An older guy opened the door of his booth and smiled, but I ignored him and walked further down the aisle. A guy opened his door, but when he saw me, he just stood there for a minute, checking me out. He was 25, maybe 30, and not bad looking. I decided to go into the next booth to see how things happened in these places. As I closed my door, he dropped some coins into his machine and I could hear some moans and slurping sounds from the video he was watching. With the light from his machine, I saw the glory hole that Joe told me about, about 3 inches diameter cut out of the partition between the booths. Then I saw the dude in the next booth, on his knees with his finger in his mouth. No doubt what that was supposed to mean, and I figured what the fuck that's what I'm here for, why not, and I unzipped and hauled my dick out. I was only half-hard, but he let a soft whistle and moved closer to the hole. I guided my dick into his mouth and he sucked it gently as I grew to full mast. He was slobbering all over as I drove my shaft into his throat as best I could with the partition between us. I was surprised when he pulled off, but then I saw him open one of those brown bottles I had seen outside and he sniffed it into each nostril. Then he handed me the bottle. I hesitated, but figured that it didn't seem to hurt him any, so I sniffed the way he did. I can't describe the smell except that it made me think of sex. . I got a bit light headed and all of a sudden I wanted to ram my cock into an ass or any other hole I could find. I stuck my cock back into the hole and began humping into him, trying to get back into his throat. I was slamming into the partition, unaware of the racket I was causing. He backed away, and asked me if he could come into my booth before I broke the wall down. I just opened my door and grunted. He was in my booth and on his knees in a flash, his dick hard and sticking out of his fly. I fed him a hit of the poppers and snorted a few times myself. The effect was electric; I plunged my cock back into his mouth and held his head tight as I rammed deep into his throat. I fed him another whiff and did the same, then continued to fuck his throat with no thought other than to blast a load into his belly. He was gasping now, and gagging as I continued to hold his head in place. The sound of his gagging and the slobbering noises took me over the edge. I threw my head back and yelled something as I shot blast after blast of my thick hot cum. He was finally able to shake lose of my grip, and as he pulled off, I shot another few blasts of cum, onto his forehead and cheeks. He collapsed on his haunches, and I slumped back against the wall. We were both still breathing hard, and he wiped some of my cum from his face and licked his fingers, looking up at me. As our breathing returned to normal, he asked me if I was ready for another pop. I took a hit from the bottle and nodded, and then said that he wanted to rim me, give me a special treat. I had heard about guys who liked to lick asses but I figured that nobody was low enough to actually do it. I thought of the treadmarks I often left in my briefs and wondered what shit tasted like. The poppers had me up and ready for anything, though, so I let my shorts fall to the floor and turned around. He kissed my ass cheek, and used his hands to spread my legs some more so I stepped out of my shorts and spread my legs for him. Then I felt his tongue licking my ass crack, up and down, using lots of tongue. As he spread my ass cheeks and kissed my hole, he began sucking on it. Next thing, he was kissing it again, this time with his tongue probing at my tight hole. I took another hit and lost all the feeling of the revulsion that I felt about being violated that way. As he continued to try to get his tongue in me, it seemed that all of the nerve cells in my body were in my ass, and I shuddered with pleasure. I found myself humping my ass back further, and spreading my cheeks for him. Then he stuck his nose into my crack and lapped at that spot between my balls and my ass. He asked if he could suck my cock some more, and I stood up from my crouched position and nodded. I told him that he could suck me some more but that I needed to wash his mouth first, to make sure he didn't get my shit on my dick. He just nodded and opened his mouth; he was actually looking forward to me pissing down his throat. It was tough getting the stream flowing since I was hard, but finally it came. He swallowed greedily, getting most of it, but some of my piss ran down his chin. As the stream subsided, my cock grew rock hard and this time, I allowed him to suck me at his own pace. He was good, and between the poppers and his sucking, I was soon about ready. He was jacking his dick furiously as he sucked and I went over the edge again. Not so violently as the first time, but a good satisfying orgasm. I pulled up my shorts and checked for my wallet and keys. The sex and piss smells in that little booth were overpowering. I handed him his bottle of Rush, but he said, no, for me to keep it as a reminder of him. Then he handed me his business card and told me to call him anytime I felt horny. As I walked to the exit, the clerk grinned and asked me whether we had caused any damage to the booth. "I thought you two were going to break the wall down, guy, I guess you had a good time". I grinned back at him. "Well we never close, stud, and there's a bunch of bottoms come in here who would love to work on a stud like you". As I walked out, I thought, yea you fuckin' fag and so would you. Mark got back to the dorm on Sunday night. I was laying in my bed, watching some crap on TV, and he came into the dorm, beaming. Jack, he said breathlessly, and began to tell me that his birthday was Friday, and his mother had given him $100 to celebrate at dinner with his best friend at school. "Will you go with me, Jack, like uhhhh, be my date?" He blushed as he said this, and I'm thinking to myself that there is no way that this faggot is going to be my date. But what the fuck, I reasoned, a hundred bucks will buy a great meal, and the cafeteria food sure was no treat. "Yea, sure Markey, I'll go with you, but lay off the shit about you being my date, got it?" He was too excited and hyped up to realize that I had slapped him down with that remark, and just thanked me for saying yes, and that he would take care of my clothes for me and make the reservations in the morning. "Is seven o'clock on Friday night OK with you, Jack?" "Yea sure dude, now get naked and come over here and show me how much you missed your man this weekend". I slipped the sheet down and lay back, my hands clasped behind my head, and my soft dick resting on my thigh. He quickly slipped out of his loafers and slacks. Then his shirt and tee, and I noticed his chest for the first time. He wasn't big, but he had a nice little body, with decent pecs and nickel sized dark pink nipples. I pointed to the space between my legs and he was quick to get in my bed on his belly with his face inches away from my dick. He looked up at me with that cute grin that he always wore when he knew that I was going to let him suck me off. I had this weird feeling that maybe I was actually beginning to like the kid. He sure wasn't my kind of guy, but he was cute in his own boyish way. And I had to admit that having him around to clean up the mess and take care of my clothes was a major plus. I remembered looking at those sweet buns of his other night, and my dick started to grow. No way, I thought, it's OK to let him suck my cock, but I don't fuck boys, conveniently putting aside teach and our session the other night. I snapped out of my daydream and put my hand on the back of his neck, easing him down to my dick. He took just the head between his lips and sucked gently, then ran his tongue all around the crown. The point of his tongue flicked on the under side of my dick head, in that vee shaped groove caused by that fucker who did my circumcision. Man this kid really loves to give head, I thought, and he knows just what turns me on. I indicated for him to take more, and he did, opening his mouth wide as he went down, then pursing his lips and holding on tight as he moved his head back up. He looked up at me with his eyes wide in delight as he heard me moaning softly. The he began to lick up and down my shaft, the sound of his wet tongue slurping on my meat making my cock throb. He repeated this a few times, each time going back to sucking the head of my cock and loving it. Then he began to tease my piss slit, pausing to lick up the precum, which was now flowing. I couldn't take any more of this, and I pushed him down to the base of my cock, his tongue still trying to arouse me as my balls pulled up. I let out a howl that the whole floor must have heard as I came violently down his throat. He struggled to pull off some, and I let him do it. I knew he wanted to be able to get some of my load into his mouth instead of directly into his belly, and that was all right with me. Then he just collapsed his cheek on my thigh, breathing hard. We rested that way for a little while, and then he kissed the tip of my dick and sat back on his heels. "Welcome home, Jack, and smiled at me." He slipped on his nightshirt and got into his own bed. For a minute, I thought that it might be nice if these beds were for two, but shook that thought off. He looked so content as he pulled up his covers and closed his eyes. When I pulled the sheet up and stretched out, I felt a pool of his cum, still warm. Well, I figured my boy had a good time, too, and smiled to myself. The next day he told me that he had made reservations for us at Delmonico's in town, a swanky steak house that was supposedly the best restaurant in town. He was busy all week, taking my blazer and slacks to the cleaner, shining my shoes and washing and ironing my shirt. On Friday, when I got to our room after classes, he had my clothes all ready, and we went to the shower room together this time. He lathered himself up, and took special care to wash his ass. No one was around, and I decided to have a little fun. Taking some soap on my finger, I pushed his back down and began to soap up his crack. He was startled by this and whispered that someone might walk in, bit I continued to work into his tight little hole with my fuck finger. He squirmed some, and seemed to be enjoying himself and I got that rush that I always get when a guy submits to me. But I decided that that was all he was gonna get from me then. We got dressed, and I was pissed that I had to get all duded up, but he explained that coat and tie were required at a restaurant as fancy and expensive as this. I was having some trouble with my necktie and he stood behind me on his tiptoes to tie it for me. On the way out of the dorm, Paul was headed for his room, and when he saw us, he let out a soft whistle and remarked about how we looked like we were dressed for a wedding or something. "Hey Jack, what's with the fancy threads, gonna meet the parents or are you two eloping?" I scowled as I muttered a "Fuck off, dickhead" at him and we headed for the elevator. As we drove into town, I was still smarting over Paul's comment, and started to have second thoughts about this whole thing. Mark didn't help my mood any as he began to explain that that this place had valet parking and that the valet would take the car, park it, and bring it back after dinner. I didn't like the idea of giving a stranger my car, but he just told me that it would be all right. That's the way all these fancy restaurants do it, I've been to a lot of them with my parents. Not wanting to admit that this was my first experience, I just let it go. Even worse than the car though, I was beginning to get annoyed at the way that Mark had seemed to be able to take control of the situation. I was in strange territory with fancy restaurants and clothes, and he seemed to be very comfortable. One way or another, I was going to have this thing my way that's only the way I handle things. Pulling up at the entrance to the place, I couldn't help noticing all the expensive cars, a Lexus, a Mercedes, even a gorgeous Ferrari convertible were waiting to be parked. Two college-aged kids came running up to my car, one opening my door, and the other did the same for Mark. As I stepped out, I noticed him looking at my old Toyota. He said nothing but the look on his face said, "Man they gotta be in the wrong place", as he handed me a claim ticket. A doorman did his thing, and we went in to find a guy in a tux behind a dais. "Good evening, sirs, welcome to Delmonico's" Mark gave his name and told him we had reservations, and we followed him as he led us to a table. "Your waiter will be with you right away, I hope that you enjoy your evening". The waiter hurried over to our table, dressed in the tightest black silky pants I had ever seen, and wiggling as if to announce that he was an available bottom needing a fuck. He was there in no time, with a tray with some black stuff on it, in a little silver dish on top of crushed ice, along with lemon slices, chopped onion and egg yolks. He placed the dish on the table, and then unfolded Mark's napkin and placed it on Mark's lap. As he smiled at me, he batted his eyelashes the way a broad might do to show she was interested. As he picked up my napkin, I spread my legs a bit and leaned back in my chair. He placed the napkin on my lap, and kept his hand there for a moment. Standing there for a moment, he cleared his throat a bit, probably trying to compose himself. "May I get you a drink, sir", unable to remove his eyes from my linen clad lap. Mark was being ignored, but he interjected, "Vodka goes with this caviar, Jack, let's try some". I wanted a beer, but I gave in, "OK, babe" to the waiter "Bring it on". To be continued in Part 5 Let me know if you are enjoying the story Botpuppy@aol.com

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Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2001 10:07:03 EDT From: Botpuppy@aol.com Subject: Jack Away at College, Part 6 Jack Away at College, Part 6 By botpuppy@aol.com I got back to the room, and I was happy to see Mark in his bed. In his nightshirt, as usual, and with his adorable butt showing. Oh, how I wanted to take him right then. But, I decided instead to cool it until the morning. As I stripped for bed, I noticed for the first time that he had his suitcase on the floor and that his closet was empty. My heart sank at the realization that he was going home. I wanted to wake him and apologize right then, but then I decided to wait until morning. As I lay awake in my bed, I tried to figure out what was happening to me. I had made a point of controlling all my relationships, seldom caring about a partner's satisfaction and now I found myself feeling remorse over the lousy way I had been treating Mark. Tonight at the restaurant was just the latest; the most public of all the humiliations I had put him through. He's just another faggot, hungry for my cock. Well at least that's what I tried to make myself believe. It wasn't working and I realized that my feelings for him had become much deeper and more complex than what I pretended. I was determined to try to persuade him to stay, and to make sure he didn't wake early and leave before I had a chance to try to make up, I crept into his bed. That way, I had a much better chance of not falling asleep and allowing him to slip away. It turned out that there was no need to worry about that, because although I tried to get some sleep, I couldn't. I didn't want to wake him, so I lay there motionlessly and avoided body contact. Replaying the events at the restaurant, and trying hard, I put myself in his position and began to understand why he got so upset. No reason to include that faggot waiter in the conversation. Sure I was pissed at Mark and all the display of his father's wealth. The valet parking, that caviar and all the rest of that stuff were strange to me and I had let it get the best of me. And so I struck out, trying to get back in control. But I now realized I had gone too far, and for lousy reasons. He wasn't showing off, he was used to that shit and was reaching out, sharing with me. I slept fitfully and woke up and saw that it was only 5. But I was anxious to try to make amends, and I decided to go for it right then. I had made up my mind earlier that I was going to give him the fuck that he had been asking me for, and I placed am arm under him and drew him close to me, cradling him in my arm. With my other hand, I stroked his cheek, and bent down to kiss him, gently, on his lips. He woke with a start, blinking his eyes open. "Jack, what are you doing?" Hushing him, I kissed him again, this time with more passion. "I'm apologizing in my usual selfish way, baby. Please, Mark, forgive me, I'm such a dumb ass and I'm so sorry. Sorry for last night at the restaurant, sorry about the selfish way I've been treating you. Don't go home, stay with me and give me another chance. I'm determined to change, and I would be devastated to lose you. I kissed away a tear from his cheek. He didn't say anything, but kissed me back instead, opening his mouth to allow my tongue access. My cock was stiffening on his thigh now, and I reached down for his. He was fully erect, and I held his dick close to mine and stroked them both. I moved down, kissing his neck, and then his chest, then his nipples, chewing them gently as they hardened. I gnawed and sucked on them for a while before licking his navel. I was kneeling between his thighs with his legs spread and then I did something that I had resolved never to do again after my time as Steve's cock sucker. �Taking his hard little dick between my lips, I gulped it all the way down. It didn't seem so small as it throbbed in my mouth. I didn't want him to get off yet, so I backed off. I had something special for him in mind that morning, and I was determined to go through with it. Now I took the back of his knees and folded him in half with his thighs against his chest. This exposed his balls and ass, and I loved the sight before me. Licking his balls, and then the root of his cock, that sensitive area just under his balls and above his ass crack. He had been quiet all this time but this provoked a gasp, of pleasure I hoped, not just surprise. To say I was apprehensive about what I was about to do misses my feeling by a long way. Had anyone told me that I was about to tongue a guy's ass, he would have earned a fat lip and maybe spat out some teeth besides. But I was going to make this special for Mark, just as he had intended to give me a special treat at that restaurant. More importantly, I was giving something of myself in a sexual situation, something I hadn't been willing to, or capable of, in a long time. I expected to be revolted by the smell and taste, but I was surprised and relieved to find not that, but just a funky sweaty male smell and taste. Then I remembered how meticulous Mark is about keeping clean down there and how delighted he seemed when I soaped his hole with my finger as we showered together just last night. Past that hurdle, I planted a sloppy French kiss right on his cute pink hole and began to tongue him. With that, I heard another gasp, then, "Jack, oh. Did I die and go to heaven?" I quit for a minute so that I could talk. "No, babe you're here in our room, in your bed, and I hope you decide to stay. I was a complete ass hole at the restaurant, and I want to try to make it up to you. I'm so sorry, babe." With that, I continued to tongue his tight little hole, my saliva flowing freely now. He was moaning now, and squirming around on my tongue. "Oh, Jack, Jack, don't leave me like this, come on, fuck me, please fuck me now. I never want to leave, just do it, please fuck me." I reached over to the nightstand and took out the bottle of poppers, then decided against that, but I did open up a pack of the condoms that I had picked up last night as I roamed around searching for him. I had to smile to myself, yea; I'm a new man now. I had selfishly refused to wear a condom, even though I fucked a lot of different girls. Fucking a guy was new to me, teach was the only one so far, and I continued to be my usual 'don't give a shit' self with him. This was going to be different. As I peeled the rubber over my cock, I was distracted again by the beautiful display that Mark's bottom presented, and I gave it another kiss before inserting a finger in. Gently easing it into him, he winced slightly but didn't complain. It must hurt some, so I was careful. When had I it all the way in, I began to trace little circles inside of him and he was making soft whimpering noises now. I knew he wanted me to take him then, but I wanted to make this something we would both remember. My cock throbbed, it was obvious that I was going to take his cherry, and I didn't want to hurt him anymore than I had to. After some time loosening him up this way, I knelt between his legs, poised to enter him. He was on his shoulders more than his back now, his forearms around the backs of his knees. With his ass up in the air like that, I had to get upon my feet to get at his hole. I poked around a little, until I found just the right spot and eased into him. It took more pressure, but I gradually felt the tight ring of muscle that I had to break through. No way I can do this without causing him pain, so I bore down until finally the muscle yielded, and my cock was firmly lodged inside him. I paused for a while to let him get accustomed to my thickness. He hadn't cried out, but his face told me he was hurting, maybe even wishing that he had never asked, no begged, for this. A few tears ran down his cheek and I bent down to kiss them away, reassuring him that the pain wouldn't last much longer. After I felt he was ready, I began to thrust into him. He may have been a virgin but he was a natural, opening up his tight little boy pussy as wide as he could to accept me on the inward thrusts, and squeezing tight as I withdrew. I cursed myself for having missed out on all those fucks that I had refused him, and began to make up for lost time. Long deep strokes now, lingering with my cock in to my balls before withdrawing from him slowly. I located his prostate and let my cock massage it a few times. The way he responded to that, I knew he would come soon if I continued and I didn't want that just now. � Instead, I pulled out to admire his ass again; it was beautiful but now I saw that his hole was sort of gasping. In irregular intervals, it dilated open to the size of a quarter, then contacted to the size of a dime. He never did close up as tight as he was when I started on him, and timing it just right, thrust my cock back into him as his hole opened up. No real pressure needed this time, it glided right in, and his moist warm insides embraced my erection. I played my dick on his prostate some more, willing to get him off now. And did he ever! In that position, he could probably have sucked his own dick, and when his jizz spurted out, it covered his cheeks and lips. That was enough for me and my cock erupted, in him except for that fucking rubber. His breath was coming in big gulps now, and I got off to allow him to lie on his back, and then collapsed on top of him, sweating and panting myself. As I lay on top of him, I knew that he was what I wanted, and I wasn't going to fuck this up again. I kissed him and asked him to stay, finally adding, please, Mark? "He said, no way, I'm never going home now, I just want to stay here, hold me in your arms, let me just fall to sleep with your body close to me. I want to be yours." With that, we both drifted off.

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Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2002 14:40:51 EDT From: Percxyz@aol.com Subject: Locker Room Lesson Locker Room Lesson by Percxyz@aol.com Paulo and I had gotten into a fight on the soccer field. It wasn't the first time, but it was the first time the coach had noticed. He had been pretty pissed and had made us run laps after soccer practice. Paulo and I had never really gotten along. Sure we were teammates, but we both were vying to be captain. I thought I was better than he was and vice versa. Paulo had been born in Italy and lived there until he was twelve, when he moved to my town. We had a rivalry on the field from the minute he arrived. It had boiled over this day when he tripped me up in a scrimmage. Anyway, at the end of the twenty laps we headed for the locker room. It was deserted as I made my way to my locker and stripped. I heard Paulo bang his locker open and smiled. It sounded like he was pissed off. I had that little bit of satisfaction. I grabbed my towel and headed for the showers. I had only just gotten the water the right temperature and ducked my head under the spray, wetting my blond hair before he came into the showers. I glanced over, not really angry anymore, but still resentful of him. Paulo was a bit taller than me, maybe six one and outweighed me by about ten pounds. However, it was all muscle. I was as well built as he was, but just not as tall or big. I was fairly sure my soccer skills were better than his, but something about him made the coach unsure of whom to choose. I kinda knew what it was, which was one of the reasons I was resentful. Paulo had a presence about him, something that just seemed to shout "I'm a badass!" I was more laid back, less assertive about things. Paulo turned on his shower and stepped into it. I quickly shampooed my hair then grabbed the soap, trying to ignore the guy across from me. Suddenly I heard what sounded like a growl. I looked over to see Paulo staring at me. His brown eyes seemed to pierce me and his curly, black hair dripped with water. He looked at me for a few seconds and I watched his muscled chest expand and contract as he took several deep breaths. It looked like he was trying to calm himself down. "Ahhh, fuck it!" He closed the distance between us with three steps. "Listen, Chris, it's time to settle this, once and for all, here and now." "What do you mean?" I asked. I wasn't intimidated by him or his threatening glare. "You and me. Right now. We settle this between us." He reached out and pushed me, hard. That got my blood boiling. "Fine, dammit. We'll settle it!" I closed in on him and grabbed his arm. I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Winner takes all," he grunted. "Anything goes. Deal?" I knew what he meant. We would be settling the captaincy of the team as well as our pecking order. Whoever won this would be the one in charge and in control. I figured I could take him and looked forward to putting this arrogant jock in his place. "I said fine, shithead," I yelled as I turned him and pushed his back against the wall." I saw an evil grin slide onto his face just before he swept my legs out from under me. "Good," he said as I dropped onto the floor. We struggled for a good eight or ten minutes. Three times I thought I had him, but he slipped free. The water made everything slippery, and wrestling on the hard tile floor was difficult and painful. I thought I had him the last time as I felt his body relax for a second, but it was a trick. Before I knew it, I was face down on the floor, my right arm twisted up behind my back and the weight of Paulo on top of me. I tried to struggle free, but Paulo just twisted my arm tighter. "Submit," he said in his slightly accented English. "Fuck you!" I yelled, squirming. "No, but maybe fuck you," Paulo replied softly. "Winner takes all, remember?" I quit struggling, not really processing his words. "Okay, Paulo, you win." I let my body relax. "Just let me up and I won't oppose you being team captain." Paulo didn't release his hold and used my passivity to force a knee between my legs. At the same time, he grabbed my left wrist and twisted that arm behind me. I tried to tense up but couldn't prevent his second knee from spreading my legs even wider. I felt his body slide against mine and suddenly realized that his cock was hard as it lodged along the crack of my ass. Paulo lowered himself some so that his mouth was next to my ear. "Your mine now, Chris. My pussyboy. Winner takes all." "Fuck no!" I yelled. "You can't do that, Paulo! You can't!" I was wrong, of course. He was already starting to do it to me. I felt his hips pull up, letting the head of his cock slide downward to my hole. "No, Paulo, no." "What did we agree to, boy?" he asked. "You agreed to it too." He was right. I had agreed to the battle and knew the consequences. This was Paulo's way of establishing himself at the top of the food chain. He would be the top dog after today. I had lost and now it was time for me to submit to him - in any way he wanted. "Yeah," I whispered, "I agreed." "So take it like a man, pussyboy. I'm just gonna make sure you don't ever challenge me again, boy. I'll fuck all the fight out of you." He began to press forward, his cock lubed only by the water, sweat and whatever soap remained on us. The pain of the tile floor disappeared as the pain of his penetration grew. "Don't fight it, Chris. It'll be easier for you if you don't and you can't stop me." I was struggling again and ignored him. Then he threw a couple more words at me. "Besides, I know you want it." That surprised me and I began, "What? What the fuck...AHHHH!" My surprise had caused me to let down my defenses for a spilt second and Paulo used that break to force the head of his cock into me. I felt tears sliding down my cheeks from the pain. I thought the coach would hear me yelling in pain and come to investigate. Then the thought of being found, pinned to the floor with Paulo's cock partway in my ass cut off my protest. Paulo seemed to know what I was thinking. "The coach isn't here, pussyboy. I have the keys to lock up the place. I told him you and I were going to settle things and needed some privacy. So there is no one to save you, if you even want to be saved, that is." I could hear the smirk in his voice as he said this. At the same time, I felt him force several inches of his cock forward, moving deeper inside me. I let out a moan of pain. Paulo's legs slid under mine and I felt his feet wrap around my calves. He used this new hold to spread my legs even wider. He thrust again and I found myself wondering how big his cock was. It felt like he was ripping me apart and he still didn't have it all the way in me! Still his words echoed in my head. I wanted it. How could he have known that I had thought about his cock before? "Oh, christ, please, Paulo. Please." I let my body go limp, not knowing what else to do. Paulo quickly twisted my arms around until he had my wrists pinned to the floor above my head. I felt him snug his body against mine, seeming to press every inch of his skin against my own. Combined with his cock jammed deeply inside me, I had never felt anything so intimate and at the same time degrading. He was not only using me as his pussyboy, I was his cushion on the hard floor. As his muscled chest settled onto my back, he rammed the remaining length of himself into me, then just laid on me, not moving. "I'm all the way in, Chris. You're my pussyboy now. Fuck, you are tight!! I guess I am the first after all. Never thought I'd pop your cherry!" I felt his teeth clamp down on the back of my neck. Through everything that was happening, those words got through to me. "What do you mean, not be the first?" I asked weakly. "I don't get fucked by guys." The pain of his body buried deep in my own was fading as I adjusted to his penetration. I could hear the smile in his voice. "You don't? Then what's happening to you right now?" He pulled back a bit and gave me a small thrust, forcing a gasp out of me. "I've seen the way you check out me and some of the other guys. I figured one of them had already used this hole. But it's nice to know I'm the stud to take your virginity, faggot!" He pulled back and thrust into me viciously. "Ahhh!" I yelled again, but even I could tell the difference between this and my previous cries. This was more of pleasure than of pain. "My cock feeling better up inside you, pussyboy? I know it is. I always knew you wanted my dick, even if you were in denial about it. I always knew that one day, you'd be reduced to nothing more than a pussy for me to fuck." Saying that, he set about doing it. He pulled back and it seemed I could feel every bump and ridge on the shaft of his cock as it moved, until I felt the flaring head against the inside of my hole. He stopped there for a second. "Ready, pussyboy?" he asked, then he thrust back in, taking me with the length of his cock. I felt his breath against my ear as he began to talk. "I'm fucking you, Chris. I took your virginity and now I'm gonna use your hole just like I would use some chick's pussy. Yeah, take it, faggot. Your hole is so tight, like it was made for my cock. Ahhhh, yeah, take my dick, boy." Paulo's cock was moving in and out of me, smoothly fucking all resistance out of my mind and body. "Yeah, you were made for this, Chris. Born for this! I knew it the first time I ever laid eyes on you. I knew one day I'd fuck you up the ass and pump you full of my cum. Sure you got all big and muscled, but I still knew I'd own you one day. Now that day is here. You're my fucktoy, now!" He emphasized this with a deep thrust into me. I let out a moan that was clearly not from pain. "See? I told you that you wanted it." He was smug about it, but there was no protest I could give with his cock reaming me out the way it was. "You take to cock like a duck takes to water. You were put on earth for me to fuck however I want, and you can be sure I'm gonna do it all the time. From now on you are nothing more than my toy, my fuck boy." The words cut through my mind as I felt Paulo begin to raise up off of me, first his chest pulling off my back, then his hips pulling back until his cock threatened to pull out of me completely. I raised up with him and heard him chuckle as I did it. I felt myself blush, but as he shoved back into me figured that nothing could be more embarrassing than being fucked up the ass by another man. Paulo would prove me wrong on that score later. Soon we were in doggie position and I stayed on all fours while Paulo grabbed my hips and fucked. He began to use more and more force, until I had to brace myself to stop from sliding forward on the wet floor. Every so often I would hear him spit and would close my eyes in relief at the added lubrication. The speed of Paulo's thrust was increasing and I knew what that meant. He was getting close to cumming. Suddenly, he stopped. The only sound in the room was his panting as he held his cock inside me. Still, he didn't cum. After about thirty seconds, Paulo pulled his cock back quickly and I heard the popping noise as it slid out of me. I let out a moan of disappointment, surprising myself, but apparently not surprising Paulo. "Missing my cock already, Chris? You fags. Once you've had a real man's cock, you can't get enough." Paulo manhandled me, though I moved where he wanted willingly, roughly twisting and pushing me until I was on my back on the hard tile. He knelt proudly between my spread legs and I got my first look at the cock which had taken my cherry. It wasn't as thick as I had imagined when he first put it in me, but it was longer than my own. Probably a good seven inches throbbed between Paulo's legs, I thought. I watched as the grin I had seen earlier returned to Paulo's face. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he grabbed my ankles and lifted them. Paulo rolled me up onto my shoulders and settled himself between my legs. I watched the muscles in his chest ripple as he spread my legs wider and then felt the head of his cock, stabbing against my hole. Our eyes still locked, he slid his cock back into me, forcing a moan of pleasure and pain out of me. I had never dreamed I would have a man spread my legs and fuck me, much less fuck me face to face or that I would be somehow enjoying it. Paulo moved his body further over top of me and let my legs rest on his shoulders. He bent over me, using his body to fold me almost in two. His hips began to move again, though his eyes remained locked on mine. He watched my face as he fucked me, apparently enjoying what he saw there. Paulo closed his eyes and raised his head. I could now see his throat, down his chest to his abs where my own body hid his. As my eyes followed the curves and muscles of the stud fucking me, I felt his hands on my shoulders. Paulo was letting out grunts with each thrust, punctuating his use of my hole. His right hand slid along and closed over my throat. He squeezed, but I made no protest. We both knew who was in control now. He increased the pressure until it almost became uncomfortable, then released my neck. His hand slid up over my chin and his fingers played across my lips. Paulo looked down at me again and he began to press his finger between my lips. The look of absolute superiority and dominance on his face caused me to open my mouth. I was rewarded by a grin as he slid his finger past my teeth. "I'm gonna use this hole later," he whispered. Before I could reply, I suddenly I felt his other hand slide along my chest, then down along my abs. I was the only one surprised when he grabbed my hard cock. I couldn't believe I could get hard from being fucked up the ass by another jock! Paulo seemed to expect it though. "Guess this proves me right. You love getting it up the ass from a real jock like me." The feeling of his grip on my cock threw my senses into overdrive and I heard myself moaning in time with his grunting thrusts. He dropped my cock and I grabbed it with my right hand. I began to stroke myself in time with him. I couldn't believe I was doing it, but I had to cum! Paulo seemed to understand that too. "That's right, fuckboy. Jack your cock while I ram your fucking hole. I wanna feel you shoot your load before I use you for the cumrag that you are. Do it, faggot! Do it!" The sound of his voice, combined with the feelings his cock was generating in my ass and my own hand on my cock were too much for me. I could tell I was about to cum. Paulo could too. "Say my name, faggot!" he demanded. "Say my name when you cum!" "Oh, oh, Paulo," I nearly screamed. "Paulo! Paulo!" I kept yelling his name as my cock pumped my sperm out onto my chest and abs. I don't think I had ever shot my cum so hard in my life. Paulo was fucking into me faster and harder. I shot the last of my cum and would have collapsed except that Paulo controlled my body. He was fucking into me like an animal. "Take it, faggot. Take my cock! How does that feel? Shot your load, pussyboy, but you keep taking my cock until I decide to stop!" I had lost the sexual edge after shooting my cum, but Paulo kept fucking me. He knew what he was doing. After a guy cums, the last thing on his mind is sex. Paulo was demanding that I give him more pleasure after I had gotten my own. It all seemed too much. I felt myself going completely red, embarrassed beyond belief by what Paulo had done to me, by what he was still doing to me. But Paulo refused to cum. For several more minutes he kept fucking me. I felt my senses being drawn back in by the masculine jock on top of me and inside me. As he fucked me, I began to respond again. I felt my cock thickening, getting hard again. Soon, I was fully erect and reached again for my dick. This time Paulo stopped me, pinning my hands on the floor over my head. He face was just inches from mine and sweat dropped from his nose and chin onto my face and lips. I tasted his salt as he drove into me again and again. He was gasping for breath now and I knew he was about to cum. With a loud roar, he let loose. I felt him drive into me, deeply burying his cock in my guts. He held there, his whole body tensing. Then the cock inside me expanded and Paulo began to shoot his seed into me. Four, five, then six spurts shot into me. He held himself over me and midway through his orgasm, he opened his eyes. He watched me again, this time as he filled me with his sperm. Finally, he was finished. Without a word he raised up and leaned back, pulling his cock out of me. I felt empty as I lowered my legs to the floor. I watched as Paulo stood, then stepped into the spray of my shower. He ducked his head into the spray and soaped the sweat from his body. My ass felt stretched beyond imagination, but I was tempted to grab my rock hard cock and quickly jerk off while watching him shower. Finally, reason prevailed and I figured that jerking off while watching Paulo shower wasn't a good idea. I painfully climbed to my knees. Before I could stand, Paulo turned around and faced me. He was hard again and the smile was back. "I wondered when you'd get into the right position........cocksucker."

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Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2001 03:09:22 +0800 From: sharp en Subject: This is Part Two of 'How We Met' - called 'Loss of Liberty' ****************************************** How We Met Part 2 - 'Loss of Liberty' ****************************************** comments to sharper@inorbit.com ****************************************** It is often said that a loss of liberty can be accomplished most painlessly if it is taken in stages - little bits that everyone thinks 'oh, that won't do any harm, will it?' or they think ' well, that seems reasonable, I think' until there's nothing left and everyone is living as slaves and nobody is noticing. Try to take someone's total liberty all at once in a fell swoop and they'll squeal and shriek and squawk and make no end of hullabaloo... resisting until the last ounce of strength, against all reason, hurting themselves even more - perhaps - in the process of their defence than is truly reasonable compared to the actual scale of the threat...... But I wasn't like that. My liberty went all of a sudden in a way that I can now identify quite clearly and precisely. It was taken from me in one fell swoop, as I say, suddenly, without negotiation, and unconditionally, against my explicit consent and even - I can see now - without my knowledge. It wasn't until years had passed, and looking back repeatedly on these events, that I came to realise that what had seemed like a flirtatious, lustful evening - with erections galore and lots of warmth and horniness - had in fact contained the complete acquiescence of myself with my own surrender. Surrender of my mind, my will, my freedom to act, my freedom to choose, my ability to make my own decisions, my ability to ever again wonder if I was being myself and being genuine. From that day forward I was not my own man. And I didn't even notice. As we crossed Tower Bridge the car slowed and drew to a halt. You shouldn't really stop right on the bridge because it is too narrow, but at this time of night and things being as they were, my Master - the man with the droopy eye - pulled to a halt and, hitting my head slightly, pushed the motor out of gear. He kept the car running. - Sit up. I did so. My back was aching slightly and my head had been hit several times by getting in the way of him driving. I couldn't have stayed for much longer like that with him driving and my face in his lap. There are practical considerations, and whilst it might seem horney to give some guy a blow job whilst he drives through the empty night time streets (the streetlights flashing on and off as we passed them), the truth is it's bloody uncomfortable and someone's liable to get bit, or break a tooth! We sat for a moment and he looked straight ahead. It was like he wanted me to decide. He didn't say anything, and I didn't too, but I could feel this - like - question being floated between us there in the bright street-lit silence. He opened a window and the cold air blew across to my side of the car and my naked skin (I still had my shirt off - are you keeping up with this?). I don't know how long passed but I was cold, confused, and a little irritated before he turned to me and said 'Give me the keys'. I reached down between my legs where they had fallen and handed them to him. - Give me the handcuffs. I gave them to him. - Turn and face the window... give me you hands. I put my hands behind my back. I must have wanted it... He put the handcuffs on and clicked them into place. The ratchet device cranked shut. My hands were clamped behind my back and I felt a tremendous sense of relief. Was it a relief from boredom and discomfort or something great - like a sense of release, being rescued, or like one might be tied down to protect oneself if one were having a fit, or given water if one wre dying of thirst? - Sit forward. I faced the car dashboard. Now my arms were very uncomfortable pressing into me, bearing all the pressure behind my back. It wasn't very nice at all. Again he stroked my neck and pulled my face towards his. I could taste his mouth. It was like I could taste his mouth ... forever (if I wanted to)! Mmmm I was tasting him and he was delicious. - This is remarkable, I thought to myself. His other hand reached across and pinched my right nipple, softly, then HARD. Fucking ..... what? But my tongue was still entangled with his and he smiled - which is difficult to do if you're kissing - and I smiled too. - Like that. - Yes. - More of that later. - Oh, I mumbled. He put the car into gear and off we rode to his home, me handcuffed like this, I couldn't always sit up straight. Once we lurched to the left and I fell into him. - Sorry. - Sit up straight. Open your legs wider, it'll help you get a better balance. I pushed my knee against the door, my feet down into the floor and my back hard against the seat. He stopped at a traffic light and reached over to my crotch. I think he could feel that I was quite hard. - Not far now. Do you know where we are? - Stoke Newington, I said. - You know London well. - Thank you. The car pulled up outside some garages with tower blocks all around us. He got out of the car and opened opened one of the garages up. We pulled into it. - Got to unlock you now, but I want you to remember, he said. - Yes, I said not quite knowing what it was I was supposed to keep in my mind. I thought it must be just some general idea of his mastery over me or some such. I turned my back to him, but he grabbed my shoulder and threw me back into the seat. - DON'T, he said, EVER DO THAT AGAIN. - Don't do what? I asked, a little dazed, a little confused, a bit irritated, almost angry at his unfair behaviour. I thought he meant he didn't want me to turn my back on him, though how was he supposed to unlock me if I didn't turn? He raised his hand as if he was about to strike me really hard and I was afraid. He looked at me - with that droopy eye of his - and said - DONT and he struck me with more force than I could have struck anybody, even had I been so inclined, given the enclosed space. - EVER and he struck me once again before I had had enough time to recover. - DO again he struck me. I was feeling kind of drunk. My shock, shame, surprise, horror made me bend forward to protect my face. I couldn't speak. I started to hyperventilate. "Jesus", I thought, "I'm going to hyperventilate, and I'm stuck." He pulled my head back and after a little struggle he struck me again, saying - THAT - AGAIN and he struck me again. - wwWhat? I quavered. And he struck me again. Then he held me very very tight so that I couldn't move even though I was very angry and frightened and in a state of some panic, wondering - for the first time, believe it or not - if I had got myself into something I shouldn't have got myself into. I might wake up dead or something, for instance. Could I trust this guy? I was thinking 'probably not' as he held me very tight and whispered - There, there in my ear and stroked my head. I was still breathing very heavily. We sat like that for several minutes at the end of which I was in tears and he was looking at me in the eye and stroking my nipples and squeezing my shoulder. - All right? he asked me in a way that didn't quite strike me as sufficiently non-psychopathic. My face was burning red and I was shaking. - You realise why I had to do that, he said. - I think I do... Sir, yes. - Better be sure, because otherwise... - Yes I am sure, Sir, I am sure. - Right. Now lets get you inside. He reached out and stroked my tear stained and angry cheek with a slightly weird smile. - I like this, he said. Then he stroked a knuckle down the centre of my chest. - ...and I like this. He hooked his finger into the top of my jeans. - ... and this.... oh, not happy? My erection had gone. He patted my balls gently and, though they ached, my dick started to strengthen. He felt it. -...ohh..? Better. He tapped my balls again, harder. My dick started pressing up. He smoothed his hand over it, all the while looking me straight in the eye, but with a certain coldness now that... well it turned me on because I recognised the slightly distant, glazed expression of someone who was becoming sexually aroused. It was as if he was looking through me, or into me. I stared back, unable to muster any verbal response but as he kept stroking and occasionally striking my balls, each time more robustly, I started to feel more and more aroused until I too was looking into his eyes like they were openings I could get into should I have the good fortune to get close enough, like they were vast protective caves on some craggy fleshy mountain cliff. I stared and allowed my lips to part and my breathing to get more heavy. I wanted him to know I was enjoying myself. I pushed myself forward as much as I could, and opened my legs, so he could get a better aim at my balls. He hit them, held them, rubbed them, hit them again, and seemed to be whispering something to them like 'yehh' with each blow. 'Ohh yehh'. Gradually the hitting got harder, which didn't surprise me given his previous treatment - though I did wonder if we were ever going to get into his flat, have sex and then go to bed. If this had been a wank fantasy I'd have been asleep ages ago. I jerked with each hit, each time my balls hurt more and each time my dick, like, flinched and then got harder as he smoothed his hand over it and pushed his palm onto it. yehh. Ohh yehh. ... yehh. Ohh yehh. ... yehh. Ohh yehh. I desperately wanted him to open me up and touch me, not just through my jeans, like he stroked my nipples. I tried to lean forward to kiss him but he pushed me back with his other hand on my chest. Ohh yeh. ... yehh. Just as it was getting too much pain to bear he grabbed my whole packet and squeezed it really hard - so hard I screamed out, to my embarrassment. He gave my face a little slap and seemed to come back. - Right then, he said, removing the car keys and unlocking his door. I felt proud, and exhausted already as he came round and opened the door for me and hauled me out. He picked up my t-shirt and gave it to my hands behind my back. Cold and shirtless I followed him out to the nearest tower block. How many eyes could see me? After all, walking half-naked and handcuffed, it's not normal even in this part of town for your average midnight revellers to turn up thus attired. Would some insomniac granny phone the police or identify my body parts discovered in a black plastic sack on some rubbish heap? "Yes that's him. I recognise the ..." what? The skin? The hair? In this light? From right up there? How can you be sure Granny? "Well I'm not sure..." And so the crime would go unsolved. My disappearance put down to tragic misadventure. I was indifferent to the consequences, however. I looked ahead to where my Master walked. He didn't stride confidently, or slouch like Quasimodo. He simply walked, like any ordinary man, fingering his house keys in readiness for when we got in, glancing occasionally left or right. He got to the entrance and put the security code in, pushed the door open. - Go then. Ahead of me. The foyer was brightly lit with one enormous mirror at one end between the lifts. There it was, the foyer, the lights, the lifts, the ceiling, the floor, the Master, and me. There I was and, boy, did I look hot! - Stop admiring yourself. How did he know? I'm usually so subtle inspecting my appearance, stealing glances in shop windows, passing glimpses in the glossy paintwork of Black Cabs. He pressed the button and a door opened immediately, like it was waiting for us - well, I suppose it was. The mechanism was set for obedience. Later, looking back, I can see that I too was set for obedience. I was to do his bidding. Open when he said open. Be there when he wanted me. Wait quietly. Wank him off when he wanted it. Take his beatings. Take his fuckings. Drink what he gave me to drink. Eat what I had to eat. Do what I had to do. Go where I had to go. Say what I had to say. Be who I had to be. Own nothing - except what was inside of me. He nodded at the open lift. - Get in there. He came in after me. The air was thick with the stench of urine. I breathed it in deeply. - Kneel... Kneel here in front of me. I turned and fell to the ground. The door closed. He pushed my face against one leg whilst he undid his trousers. He got it out. - Suck my dick. It was a reasonable size, but flaccid. I did my best. He held my head still at one point. - Keep still, I need to give you a drink. He straightened and then jerked. A quick burst and then a steady stream of his piss filled my mouth. - Don't spill any, you cunt, he said. I almost choked. His piss filled my cheeks. Then he pulled out and sprayed my face and I swallowed. - Hey watch out, you're spilling it. I leaned forward to catch some more. It ran down my face, warmly over my skin and into my trousers. It oozed down my arse crak. I opened my mouth and supped some more of the sour liquid. I laughed. He stopped, tucked himself back in and pushed one foot forward, hitting me in the groin. - DONT laugh, he said. I hung my head. - Sorry Sir. - You're what? - Sorry Sir, I'm very sorry Sir, Sorry. - Show me, he said. I didn't know what to do. I panicked. I tried to get to his dick with my mouth... perhaps... - No no no, you cunt face. He pushed his boot once again into my groin. Christ. - How do you say sorry? I looked straight ahead, at his leg, bewildered. - Sorry? - How do you say sorry? He kicked me again? - Think. How do you say sorry? Think. He kicked me again. - I'm sorry Sir, sorry Sir, sorry. I bent forward to avoid him hitting me again. My face was close to the dirt stained floor. - I'm sorry Sir, I said, and there was his boot. The bright shiny toe cap of the boot he had had kicking me in the groin only a moment ago and instinctively I started to lick it. - Sorry Sir. Lick, lick lick. Lick lick. I licked and licked it and licked it until my tongue felt sore and my mouth was dry. The lift door opened. We had arrived. - Get up and follow me. ****************************************** How We Met Part 2 - 'Loss of Liberty' ****************************************** comments to sharper@inorbit.com ******************************************

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Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2001 23:08:12 +0800 From: sharp en Subject: How We Met - Part 4 - 'Excitement' - gay/authoritarian ****************************************** How We Met Part 4 - 'Excitement' ****************************************** contact sharper@inorbit.com ****************************************** I'm reluctant, in fact, to carry on with this story. On Monday morning I rushed home and changed into my suit stopping only to examine my 'new' body before I had to rush out again. Fuck, I looked horney. The restraint just allowed me to touch the firey underside of my dickhead. Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez... but I couldn't come. I mustn't come. The excitement was such that I could have wanked and wanked and wanked and wanked and wanked and wanked and still have juice to spare for the night, when I knew I would be seeing him again. I had to wait. I turned round and strained to see the red welts on my back and - christ - the thick black and blue of my ass. Some ridges bubbled with a slight line of blood. And there on the backs of my legs, the red lace criss-cross of the crop and cat. Wow. He had thought of almost everything. Beaten me almost everywhere. Suffered me every humiliation. Pride of place in my admiration went to the shiny chain which ran from a ring round my cock and scrotum, up the centre of my chest and round my neck to a gorgeous little brass lock, centred between my collar bones. This was to replace my collar while I was out. No one could see it, but I knew it was there. And next to my left tit there was the burn. As I walked to work that first Monday - after a whole weekend abused - my heart was beating and my prik was hard. So hard. I knew I had to soften it down or I would have to cum.. and I couldn't do that. The thought... I wanted to touch it. I felt it move in my clothes as I walked and once or twice put my hand in my pocket to caress it. No one could see - I was wearing a suit and had a bag I could hold in front it things got too out of control. In addition to this stimulation there was my hole, which felt comfortable, happy and good after all the attention it had had. And there were red patches and welts brushing my trouser legs and shirt - pleasantly warm and sore. And there was the burn always present, always pulsing some new pain into me. - I've got what I deserve - I thought to myself as I walked along - At long last I have got what I deserve! I was hyper as I walked along in this heightened eroticised state. The sunshine was bright, shining in my eyes as I tried to examine the crowds of office types coming towards me and flowing around me in the street. Everyone looked horney. I could have had sex with anyone (any of the men). Everyone was looking at me. Everyone was looking at me and I was looking at everyone, eyeing their packets, watching their bodies move, trying to catch them glancing in my direction. Fabric is an amazing thing, isn't it? Hiding and revealing. Hanging and stretching. How they walked: clomping like horses or taking mincey little steps. I imagined each of them in my scenario. How would he behave? Top or bottom? Would he hit me? Would he be any good? "I like them Toppy," I thought. Not those silly ineffectual vanilla boys groping around in their beds. Blonds can be cruel because they fancy themselves and they never get as good a deal from life as they expected. Deep down they are angry. I imagined them being cruel. "I can take it," I thought. Or the dark haired ones with their rough faces kissing me raw - hungry for someone like me: submissive, obedient and eager to please. The blood was racing in my ears. I could hear it. I could hear each blood cell careering along, bustling and bumping and throwing itself forward past the drums. Here was a traffic stop. I had to be careful. The burn throbbed again to me ever so slightly. I had to look both ways. Who was this one? An older guy in a suit. Short silver hair. Briefcase. What was in it? Put me over your knee and Spank! I could come to your office, strip off, dive under your desk, suck your dick and lick your balls and probe your hole and caress you belly with my nose. You making phone calls, one hand stroking my hair. Would you like that? You would like that? Because I'm good. I'm very good. I have a burn. I knew I was good. He had told me I was good. And from the moment he presented his dark hairy ass to my face for licking I knew I was very very good. The smell of his unclean hole made me breath in deeply to the furthest parts of my lungs. I shut my eyes and leaned forward as far as I could go, burying my face in his ass cheeks, the rough black fuzzz pushed tight against my eyelids. I forced my tongue out as far as I could and searched deeply in his crack, certain he would be pleased by my enthusiasm. I tried to taste his shit inside. Where was it? There. I poked my tongue in ahead of me like a miner shining his torch into the coal face. I was doing well. He took his hands and pulled his cheeks further apart to let me further in, pushing against me so that the back of my head hit the cabinet door. I could hardly breath but the smell of him was fantastic. I pushed him away with my forehead to gulp some air and he reacted by pushing back even harder with his body. I was caught and forced to feed more and more deeply into him. I opened my mouth wide - like I could take a big bite - I was born for this, I thought to myself, opening my eyes and seeing his big hairy back stretching away above me. He started to breath more deeply and wank himself. - Yeh that's good... you're good, you're very good, boy. I felt his hole relax and get slightly bigger. I was pleased. I wanted to thank him and show him by licking his feet but decided not to stop performing my best trick. He started to wriggle and rub his hole all over my face. - You're very good. Lick me out. Lick me right out there. Ohh yeh... He arched his back and stuck his arse out, full in my face. - Lick your tongue all around and inside me, boy, like you can... PUSH He thumped his ass against my face, forcing my tongue as deeply into him as it would go. I could taste the inside of him. I wanted to please him so much but then he changed... He took his ass out of my face and marched off to another room. I was left alone again wondering what he was up to. He came back with a cigarette in his hand, squatted down to look me in the face, which he examined for some time. I didn't say anything, just looked at him. I was completely adoring him. He took the cigarette and twiddled it in his fingers, vaguely directed it towards one of my tits. The smoke drifted up towards my face. - Like poppers? - Yes Sir. I stuttered. - Yes Sir-rPlease Sir, Thank you Sir. He smiled slightly. - You are going to need some real training. - Yes Sir. - I mean some 'real' training... I can't afford to have you go getting it wrong. - No Sir. I was conscious of the cigarette. So was he. - 'No Sir'... No Sir. You like this cigarette? You like this cigarette... here? It went towards my tit and I felt it. I groaned slightly. - You like it, son. That's good boy. Now - he stood up, his cock hard and swinging about - that contract... Jesus, a contract? But we've only just met! Am I supposed to move in right away and take up residency in some cage at the bottom of his bed? Eating dog food for the rest of my life? Well it's a marvellous idea, but so impractical. And even if I could do it, and wanted to do it, and didn't care about the rest of my life.... even then, surely I need to think about it. I couldn't be forced to give him everything could I, just because he decided it would be so. We had only just met... Who was he? Did have enough money to support me in crops and dog-bowls? Did he promise to control and protect me forever? What if he died? I'd be found sniffing around his corpse weeks later, thin and starved and looking desolately loyal.... confused and unhappy. I should say 'Let me think about it please Sir, I'll give you a call... or I'll come back tomorrow to tell you.' But that was no way to go about it. I couldn't start making demands and preconditions. He'd want me to obey him and trust him and not question him - that was sure to be article one on the list of terms of contract. Certain to be. - There. He signed a piece of paper, or appeared to. - You have agreed to this. I was spellbound. - If you break this contract you will be punished. It won't be nice. - Sir. - Now I am going to take those cuffs off. Its time you did some real work. I was reluctant to feel the dull ache in my arms when they were released. Inside my head I was begging him: Hurt me Please Sir, Hurt me. I kept my head pointing towards his feet unless he manually forced it up to look at him or push my face into his groin or onto his dick. He did this now and I feasted on the thick bulging rod. Wow. What a marvellous instrument! He was really well hung and it had a marvellous shape. And it was dirty, like cheesey and sweaty and all him. I felt honoured and so proud to be allowed to have it in my mouth. It's amazing that men allow you to do this... well, not so amazing. Just amazing. I did my best to please him - so much so I took it too deep and almost choked. He pulled me off, coughing and spluttering, embarrassed and with tears in my eyes. He slapped my face. - Don't try too hard, slave. You were doing well enough. - Yes Sir. Sorry Sir, Thank you Sir. I felt grateful. - Good. Now about that contract. On your knees, boy, follow. He walked off to the adjoining lounge-dining room, and I chased after him as closely as I could on my hands and knees. You know what it's like. Everyone has tried to walk on hands and knees at some point, even if only as part of a childhood game. It's difficult. Painful on the knees at speed and, christ, so humiliating. Trying to keep up. I felt stupid. It was magnificent. - Squat there. I squatted, balanced on my toes, which isn't a very relaxing pose for me. He sat on a comfortable chair and looked at his piece of paper, smoking his cigarette plus nursing a drink, sitting and smoking and staring at the piece of paper, occasionally looking up at me and sometimes he would smile - or rather, smirk - at me. I squatted awkwardly in front of him the discomfort and pain in the various parts of my body gradually being replaced by the pain in my legs and feet and back, from where I had to maintain this position. Gradually my hard on went down and I was just a guy squatting down in front of another man. It seemed like a long time... but he still hadn't finished his cigarette when he said - Approach. I made to move. - On your knees. - Yes Sir. And there it was again, my hardon. Just beautiful. I crawled towards his slouched body and put my face between his legs. He sat up and indicated that I should kneel upright by placing one finger under my chin and kind of lifting me. He rolled the final stages of his cigarette between his thumb and finger so that it was just a centimetre or so from my nipple. I could feel the heat from it and started to ventilate in anticipation of the extraordinary pain that I was certain was about to follow. He placed a hand on my face and gave it a slap. - Calm down, son. He reached over and found something. It was the poppers. - Here, take a shot of this. I took the tiny bottle and exhaled fully before taking a deep hit of the stuff. Immediately I felt wild and ... just hungry for anything. - Oh Sir, I whispered. - Yeah, that's right. Now, boy, to seal our contract once and for all, hold still. This is going to hurt a lot. - Yes Sir, thank you Sir He held me by the waist and took his cigarette and I watched him and he put it out. It went towards my tit and then sort of veered away like a spacecraft missing the docking port and - smash - into the open skin of my left pec, about an inch away from the tit and he ground it in, holding me very tight so that I couldn't get away - had I wanted to. F F U U C C K K Next thing I was crying into his neck and the searing pain wouldn't go away. He was rubbing my hair and saying "good, that's very good boy, you've done very well, I'm very proud of you..." and stuff like that. - We're going to keep that raw - he said and gave me some more of the poppers. I inhaled them greedily. The pain wouldn't go away until, quite quickly, it just went away, like evaporating, and the poppers filled me with renewed excitement. The wound seemed like a trophy now and I wanted him to tease it. He could hurt me with it, like really hurt me with it, whenever he wanted to now. - Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. And he allowed me to bend down and suck on his dick for a while. ****************************************** How We Met Part 4 - 'Excitement' ****************************************** ****************************************** contact sharper@inorbit.com ******************************************

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Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 16:44:44 +0800 From: i n Subject: This is part one of how we met ****************************************** This is part one of how we met. ****************************************** comments to sharper@inorbit.com ****************************************** You put your hand between my legs and squeezed my balls and smiled. - What are you smiling about? - I said - that hurt you didnt it boy? said the man with the droopy eye - yes it did. - now kneel, he commanded I did as I was bid. My eyes were in line with his prik which was behind his rather dirty underpants. I could identify cum stains and urine patches amongst the grime. He put his hand behind my head and pushed my face into his groin. The smell made me want to puke. - smell that boy. like that smell do ya? - yes sir, I said - dont seem too sure... - no Sir, I am sir, I said, his cloth covered balls pressing into my mouth. The hand cuffs were digging into my wrists slightly. How had I got into this situation? I didnt even like dirty sex officially. A cute guy in Ye Dungeon tied me up and I tht I'd get him but once he had finished tying he slapped me on the face with a look of pleased seriousness and walked off into the gloom. Then this smelly guy had walked up and started onto me. I wasn't really prepared but I didnt want to draw attention to myself by saying anything. I looked him up and down and wished there was some dignified way to remove myself. I struggled to try and release my hands and make a swift exit but the guy, who was taller than me, approached quite quickly, smiled and put his hand over my face. He pushed two thick fingers into my mouth and started feeling around my mouth - like I was a horse or something. I quite liked it. He was quite stocky, thick black hair covered his chest in varying concentrations and went over his shoulders. He had a droopy eye, like I said, which watered slightly, but the other eye was fine. Keeping his hand in my mouth he pushed his other hand round me and pulled my body up against his. His mouth went up against my ear and whispered something. - mnghSorry? I said, with difficulty, through his fingers. mnghPardon? - You're mine, cunt. - Oh, I said, thinking 'I was afraid of that'. Then he drew back, made a sipping noise with his lips, leaned towards my left eye and spat a gob into it. So now I couldn't really see because one eye was clogged up and the other sort of half closed in sympathy. I thought I'd got somebody who would give me a rotten time which I wouldn't enjoy very much and then leave me covered in marks, pissed off and tired so I wouldn't be able to do anything enjoyable for several days afterwards. It made me pissed just thinking about it but with his hand in my mouth, his spit in my eye, my hands tied behind my back and being in a slightly crowded dark Ye Dungeon, my best hope was that he would get distracted by someone else, that another person would come over and take pity on my sorry situation and release me so I could go home p.h. have a shower and get some sleep. I was disillusioned by this Ye Dungeon business. He was looking at me with a slight smile. He took his hand out of my mouth and went behind me from where he put his hand back in my mouth and the other his worked up into my ass crack. A finger worked roughly into my asshole. Thats all I needed - the brute. His hand left my mouth and rubbed down my chest. I hadnt been able to swallow so a whole load of my spittle ran dwon my face and followed his hand. Thus lubricated, he started caressing my dick and balls. Quite gently actually. He probed between my legs and gently stroked me there. His finger left my hole and that hand started to cup, stroke and fondle my ass cheeks. Now that I didnt have to look at his face it was quite nice, in fact. - Like that ass... Like that yeh? I couldn't disagree that I was receiving a certain amount of pleasure. My eye had sort of cleared and my asshole was puckering up again the way it should be. - Thank you Sir, I murmered. - Wassthat? - I said thank you Sir. Was that too loud? I think everyone heard. He gave me a little pat on the bottom and walked off. But I'd got a hardon. I was on heat. I wanted seeing to. Where was he? The room was in darkness, the men were ignoring me like I wasn't this piece of meat tied up, gagging for it and plainly available and unable to resist any kind of abuse or advance. What was up with them? I started to wonder if I was trapped in one of my horrendously dissapointing dreams again - where I'm on heat but nobody will have sex with me. I wished now that I had bitten his fingers when I had the chance. That would have put the cat amongst the dream chickens. To this day I don't know why no one came up to investigate me. Perhaps I didnt look very cute and adorable. I was as hard as hell though and I didn't care too much how much anyone saw it. Then the lights came on and I couldn't see anything at all, even through half closed eyelids. I'd never stayed at the Ye Dungeon til lights out before. Goodness it was bright. Like phantoms the various stragglers at the club either wandered towards the coatcheck, or proceeded with their lustful activities. I watched each of them finally finish and go but nobody reacted at all to me - except that I suppose one or two did steal a glance in my direction. At long last there was just me and the barman - I could hear him clearing up behind me. - We've got to go now, I heard him say. - Righteeo, said another older voice immediately behind my ear. I hadn't realised that there was anybody there and now I felt the incredible relief as the hands of the man with the droopy eye caressed smoothly around my body, stroking my cooled skin, gently feeling my nipples, toying with my cock - which assumed its previous upright position - and, finally, his hands went back, one into my mouth and the other between my asscheeks. - Are you ready there then? He whispered, poking my hole gently with his finger in time to the words. He removed his hand from my mouth just far enough for me to speak. - Yes.. I suppose so ... Sir I didn't think I should be too enthusiastic until I had got my hands free and I could establish just what exactly he had in mind for me. It was a usual work day tomorrow and I had wanted to go to the gym first thing. I could sense my entire workaday routine going to pot. It was almost annoying. Almost irritating. Almost. I felt him untying my hands and they fell down, suddenly aching. Suddenly incredibly tired, I drooped slightly. - Here's your things. Put them on. My jeans and stuff landed with a thump in front of me. He must have pinched my coat-check ticket out from my sock....when? I knelt down and took my boots off so that I could put my jeans on easily. - You're taking your time. Are you into this or do you just want to go home? - No. I'm fine. I'm sorry. I wont be long. I'm hurrying as fast as I can. Now why did I say it like that? Like I was full of enthusiasm? I suppose, I must have got my hardon coming on when I was touched and going away again and then coming back when he touched me again, or spoke, and I was, I suppose, up for something to happen. I was aroused. I could have just gone home and wanked myself to sleep, but I was aroused and I wanted something to happen to me. I was driven by a whole load of motivations to have a genuine experience rather than some day to day orgasm like you might get just by using your imagination. I was aroused. I stared at my bootlaces in order to concentrate on tying them. It was difficult to think. I tried to make a plan - sketch out some intentions in my head. I couldn't make any progress in this direction. I picked up my shirt and was about to stand when his booted foot appeared in front of me. - Don't put that on, boy. No more time. Now stand and get out that door. Hurry, the place is closing up. He spoke normally. I stood up and glanced at him before turning sharply and trotting out. I hardly looked at him. I didn't have to. I knew what to expect. He was horrible. I wouldnt want anyone to know I was sleeping with him, I thought to myself. Geezzz, I must have been on heat because as I walked my prik rubbed against the material of my jeans roughly, and it ached like it had been hard for just about hours. Outside in the cold he walked ahead of me towards his car. It was a red saloon, like a Mondeo or something. This is so undignified, I'm going off to a chintzy flat in some creepy 70's housing estate probably, I thought. A slight breeze swept my chest and I crossed my arms. I went to the passenger door of the car and stood there waiting for it to be unlocked. He fumbled with his keys. Wearing a cruddy sleeveless leather jacket over a blue shirt, unbuttoned to reveal an uninspiring chest sporting a single nipple ring. There was that black body hair again. His trousers were real bikers thick shiny old leather with a blet buckle that looked like an american eagle... cliche city. - Get in. Best not to make conversation, I opened the door and got in. The vinyl seats stuck to my back at once. He started fiddling with the keys at the steering column. He was breathing heavily. He was always breathing heavily, in fact. His legs seemed to be a bit cramped, making the key business all the more awkward. Finally the engine was started and he put the heating on. Thank goodness. I was cold. I had been shivering in fact. - Cold? He said - A bit. I'm fine. Thanks. - Open the glove compartment. I did so. A little light came on and I could see a copy of a novel with the picture of a space craft on the front. A large red planet behind it and an explosion near the title 'Star Shine Trilogy 2: MarsRise'. Hmm. I like books with pictures of space craft and explosions on the cover. - There's some handcuffs in there. I want you to put them on. Cool with that? - I... - Get them out. I felt around and got them. - Got them? - Yes. - Got the key? - No... - The keys are in there somewhere. I felt around and this time I didn't get anywhere. - I cant seem to find them... Sir, I said. He reached his hand over and rootled about. He must have found them. He dropped them with a little tinkle between my legs and then seemed to have an idea. He grabbed my chin roughly and pulled my face towards his and kissed me. His mouth tasted... sweet. Marvellous, like very very clean sweet water. I was amazed and immediately stuck my tounge out to taste some more of his marvellous mouth. His toungue played with mine. He was delicious. I closed my eyes and dug my toungue in as far as I could. - You like that boy, he said. - Yes Sir! He looked at me for a moment and smiled. - Good. Boy. Get down there. His legs eased apart slightly indicating what he meant, then he put his hand behind my neck and pushed my face towards his crotch. I almost fell forward and my nose hit the leather bulge of his trousers with a bump. I lay there and didn't move. It was an extremely uncomfortable position - but I felt oddly enthusiastic... I wanted to get his dick out. Pushing my head against the steering wheel, I manoevered my fingers up to the Eagle belt buckle and forced it open. Then I awkwardly prised each fly button open. He was holding his stomach in to help me. He had a jock strap on and his prick was pulsating quietly beneath. I was about to get it out when he stopped me with one hand by pushing my face in to his crotch harder. Difficult as it was, he started the engine, engaged the gear and drove off. My head, occassionally bumped and lurched with the movement of the car. I couldn't see anything at all except his body immediately in front of me, but my lips were pressing most of the time into his cock which was kinda hard kinda soft at the same time. I got to know that little patch of territory very well in the next few minutes but my thoughts started to take on a flavour of self pity. I remembered that cute guy who had tied me up at Ye Dungeon. I remembered all the cute guys who I hadn't had sex with. 'Why oh why does it always end up like this?' I asked myself. 'Why oh why do I always end up with the most patently ugly old troll in the room when there are cute little guys as cute and horny as I am gagging for a rollicking good time but dont come forward? They dont approach me, they dont want to have sex with me, they dont even seem to like me. What have I done to deserve this incredible level of humiliation in my life? Even when some one cute like this guy who tied me up tonight comes over and smiles, it turns out he has been put up to it. Why oh why didn't he want to sleep with me and be my boyfriend and live with me for ever and ever in a little flat near the gay area of town with a pet labrador?' And so it goes on. But at traffic-lights my Master - I suppose he is - stroked my hair or pushed a finger down my behind or patted my back and said things like 'That's a good boy' until I started to lick his bulging prik and inhale his smell. ****************************************** This is part one of how we met. ****************************************** comments to sharper@inorbit.com ******************************************

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Date: Fri, 8 Nov 2002 10:16:10 -0800 (PST) From: john local <dicksucker_2000@yahoo.com> Subject: First Suck: The Aftermath! First Suck: The Aftermath! dicksucker_2000@yahoo.com After Tom speed away in his truck, I got off my knees and back onto my feet. The heavy salty cum taste was still strong in my mouth. I felt very used and began to hate my momentary lapse of indiscretion. As I began to walk around the store back to my car, I thought about all the times that I had tasted the pre cum off of my own cock and how, when I jerked off, I thought about sucking hung studs. I fantasized about how I would love to taste a whole load of jizzim but would only get to the point of eating the pre cum. I always lost total interest in tasting cum after I busted a nut and would just flush it down the toilet. This time I could not do anything but take the whole load. A man got off in my mouth. I got him hard. I got him excited. I worked his hard cock and balls just like a sluty chick. He talked nasty to me like I was a pussy. He busted his nut in me like I were a pussy. He made me feel like a pussy. A fucked pussy. I felt guilty and used, but deep down I knew I liked it. I just made a pact with myself that I would never do it again. I only hoped that Tom would keep this just between the two of us and the he would never mention it again. I did not have to wait long to see how he would behave; we both had to work the next day. I went into work still feeling guilty for that past night's events. Tom came in just a few hours after I got there. He took up a position at my register lane and began to bag as I worked at a feverish pace, trying to keep physically occupied so that the guilt of having sucked off the guy just behind me would be driven out of my mind. It worked until the business died down toward the end of the day. Tom approached me. "Hi, guy." I acknowledge his presence with a nod in his direction. Tom stepped toward me. In a hushed voice he said, "Look, I don't want anyone to know about that thing from last night. I can't get the rep. You know what I mean." I nodded in total agreement with him just as the next customer got into my lane. Later that night I saw the store manager talking at length with Tom in the break room. I could tell that the manner of the conversation was of a serious nature and my first thought was that the results of Tom's drug test must have come back. I could remember him getting pulled for a random test a few weeks ago. This private information went through my hands because of the fact that I had started to train for the evening manager job and had spent some time putting the drug test social security numbers into the computer. Everyone knew that every time a test came back bad, there would be a closed door talk with the manager. I did not want Tom to get fired, but a happy thought shot through my mind: No Tom around would equate to not having a guy around that had cum down my throat! I was some what pleased. After I got back to the front end of the store I saw Tom and the manager walking down an aisle and talking in a jovial manner. They shook hands after a few minutes and parted toward different parts of the store. His test must not have come back bad. He must have had an employee review and the review must have been a good one. I kept working on getting customers through my line as fast as I could go. Tom started to bag in my lane. Tom whispered to me, "I just got a phat raise!" "Good." My reply was somber. I had been promised a raise weeks before but it had not come through. "I want to fuck something tonight. I want to bust a nut in celebration of my raise." A customer walked up to the check out. Tom asked in a loud manner, "You want to party tonight?" I kept on scanning groceries. "I might." "Lets go over to my place and party!" Tom was excited. The customer paid and went out the door. Tom leaned in close and whispered, "Look baby, I want to try that hot mouth again! These nuts have a huge load for you this time." I blushed and looked down to the floor. "Just you and me baby. I want that ass of yours, but fucking that throat is a hot proposition right now!" He paused, "I know you want it. You suck dick too good not to have a craving! You know where I live. Come on over so I can cum all over you!" I could not believe that, after work, I was knocking on his door. Tom opened the door. He was in hot gray boxer shorts. He was carrying himself with a high degree of confidence. His face was covered with a smile. "I knew you drop by!" He opened the door to allow me inside. "Tom, how much money did you get out of Andrews? You know that I am up for that manager job and I need to know how much to ask for. I need a good raise because I want to move into an apartment. In fact, I was promised a raise last week but I did not get it. Now I am late on two bills and will get charged late fees if I can't come up with $20.00 fast." Tom smiled, "I am sure that you will get what you deserve." He rubbed his hands over his crotch. "Now I think I need to get what I deserve!" His heavy firm hand planted itself on my shoulder. He began to push me down. "Come on, baby. You know you want to taste this hot cock. It is dripping wet just for you!" I dropped to my knees. "Baby, I want you to give me an uninhibited blow job. Suck my dick like you are in a competition and the prize is that job that you are after!" He positioned his hot crotch at my face. His basket bulged in those gray boxer gym shorts. His T was cut high revealing a six pack of tight bas. Tom stroked his hand over my cheek. "Just suck me, baby. Suck the cum out of my dick." He moved in closer. His basket rubbing my face. "You know you crave cock and cum. I have jerked off so many times thinking about hot cocksuckers like you. Cocksuckers who know what men need! I have been craving that hot mouth. Craving that pleasant silky feeling wrapped around my fat head!" My mouth watered as I puled his shorts down to his ankles. "Yeah, baby." His underwear covered a thick cut cock and a heavy set of balls. "Pull them down." His underwear went to the floor with a tug. A huge throbbing dick sprang up at my face. A confident erect cock pointed toward my mouth. It looked potent. "I am going to fuck you in the ass with this dick!" Tom towered over me. "No!" I said as I moved my face toward his fat head. My tongue slobbered over his purpled cut cock head. It was a familiar taste that I hungered for. "Yea, baby. Work that fat cock. Work it like a whore!" Tom gripped the side of my head. "I love that pussy mouth of yours!" He started to piston the tip of his cock into my mouth. His tight abs were right at my face. "Work it, baby! Work that hot rod." He pushed it deeper. I felt him twitch. "Yea! Just like a pussy!" I could feel his muscled body flex as I greedily worked the thick shaft. The taste of pre cum was heavy in my mouth. "This is going to be a heavy victory load tonight, baby!" Tom stood over me. my head bending back as his cock probed the depths of my throat. "Make that mouth into a pussy! I am going to fuck it!" Tom forced his cock head down into my throat. My mouth stretched wide to take his careful penetration. The gorged phallus entered my throat. It plunged deep. Heavy cum filled balls hit against my chin. He began to slowly pump his cock in my mouth and throat. His abdominals flexed with each throbbing, confident thrust. I struggled to accept his lunging dick. My mouth yearned to be a cunt. A pair of confident hands gripped the back of my head like it were a chick's fat ass. Tom planted his cock to the hilt. His balls packed against my chin as he thrust his gorged cock home. His hot, firm body was covered in an excited sweat. Tom was getting more and more excited. "Yea, you fucking slut! Take that dig dick!" He pumped fast and hard. His wild thrusting started to make me gag. Pulling away, trying to get him to back off, a pair of strong hands clamped to my head and would not relent. "Bitch, you are going to take this load!" He plunged deep to the hilt and held it down for a good 10 to 15 seconds. My tongue could feel a quick pulse trace through of the underside of his shaft "OH! YEA!" Tom exclaimed. I knew that my throat was being injected with a hot load of cum. After he jetted, what seemed to be eight or nine heavy pulses, Tom pulled his cock about half way out. "Baby, that is one of the best nuts I have ever shot." He paused for a few seconds. His dick was still in my mouth. "Give me a few clean up sucks, baby! Come on, baby, suck the head dry!" Tom pulled his subsiding phallus so that the head was just in my mouth. I sucked it a few good times. "That's the way. Suck that head flat." He jerked his shaft as I worked his dick head. "I know that you want to taste that jizzim." After a few seconds of sucking the head of his subsiding dick, Tom pulled out. "Baby, that was the best blow job I have ever had." I just wanted to get out of there. Tom stopped me. "Here baby. Take this $20.00. I know that you need it bad and I like to look out for my girls!" He was laughing. I took the twenty and shoved it into my pocket. "Besides, I will be getting a two hundred dollar a week pay raise." I was puzzled about such a large pay increase and asked, "How is that?" "I got the evening manages job!" My heart sank as the words registered in my brain. "But that was going to be my job." Tom was getting dressed. "Let's face facts. You and the girls are good at service. You guys keep the store going and we need you on the front lines." He had his pants back on. "And, baby, you are the best at service!" "But I need a raise so I can pay my rent." Tome said, "I will get you a raise. Just give me some time." He looked himself over in a mirror as he combed his hair. "Now, I think it is time for you to go. I am going over to Cindy's house and spend some time with her." He laughed and added, "I just got the best blow in the store and now, after I take her out to a movie and get a few drinks in her, I am going to get the best pussy in the store." I walked out and said, "Whatever" as the door slammed. any comments? write me at dicksucker_2000@yahoo.com

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Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2001 21:25:43 +0800 From: sharp en Subject: This is Part Three of 'How We Met' - called 'Existence' ****************************************** How We Met Part 3 - 'Existence' ****************************************** contact sharper@inorbit.com ****************************************** The cold hallway. He unlocked the standard Council-type door. It had a large frosted glass window with net curtains visible behind. There was even a letterbox, though surely the postman didn't come all the way up here first thing in the morning? There would probably be a box downstairs in the foyer - had I seen any? Probably no one would ever need to come here... Pizza guy possibly, or tricks and so on, but no unsolicited visitors. Ever. There were two other doors. Three flats per floor, did that make sense? Would they be at their peepholes trying to make out what their perverted neighbour was up to now? Crouching behind their net curtains in curlers and fluffy slippers? Cups of cocoa and biscuits waiting by the bed? Half-read copies of large-print romantic novels spread spine up in front of the TV? Window-boxes packed full of ancient dusty geraniums? Pet budgie twerping sleepily in a tiny smelly cage on top of the fridge? Yeh. I could just imagine it. The unopened special offer envelopes from 'Heritage Ceramics' companies? How had they got your address? Could it be your obsessive thimble collection gave you away? Your Lady Di tea towel? The door opened. He entered. I wasn't like them. The cold piss seeping further down my legs. Cold and wet between my arse cheeks. Squishing gently around my balls. My prick fully hard, aching and upright, pushed over to the left by the waistband of my tightening jeans. The slight ache in my balls where my Master - your neighbour, Mrs ...Bloody ...Whatever! - Where he put his boot in. You see I like that, Mrs Bloody Whatever. Fuck you. Go back to bed. No. Wait. Watch. I stepped towards the door but did not go in. Some instinct possessed me. I stopped. He entered the flat and walked right in, leaving me there. He walked the length of a fluffy red carpet, past cream coloured walls with pictures, slightly 80's-looking framed art. There was a single lamp halfway down - yellow plastic lampshade edged with little tassels made of green and red silk. Perhaps he invited Mrs B.Whatever round for tea and a piece of cake on Saturday afternoons and entertained her with lurid tales of preternatural debauchery. Perhaps she giggled privately at his innocent harmlessness as - back in her own flat - she stood, tottering on tall black glossy stilettos, snapping rubber gloves up over her elbows whilst a lace-clad banker crouched quivering in the shower cubicle. Did they have shower cubicles here? Or baths, and a mouldy plastic curtain? Where was he? It was so silent in this little concrete hole. After a short time he came back. He had changed his clothes. No more leather jeans. No more jockstrap. No Jacket. No shirt. Just a pair of cruddy underpants, his shiny boots, and carrying a wide studded brown leather collar and thick chain. I now saw in detail the intermittent nature of his body hair and the way it stood up - like an inch into the air - as it passed over his shoulders and disappeared down his back. On his head his hair was quite neat, but it kinda joined up with hair advancing up his neck, and the droopy eye and ashen complexion still gave this part of him a dishevelled, fresh-from-the-grave appearance. His chest sagged down with pink nipples - they were quite large, quite tight. And his stomach - though thin - also sagged. His legs were veined and anaemic. Very sexy. Wow! Me! I was going to look just so fucking horney in that gorgeous thick brown leather collar with white stitching and shiny little studs decorating it. And chain, really good quality links. Bet they were cold. My prik bucked. - Kneel down. My big fucking dick was so hard again it ached and ached. I wanted that collar on me. I wanted to be his bitch dog slave. Anything. I practically panted with excitement. I knelt down eagerly straight down in front of him and lifted my chin. "Put that collar on me now! ...Please" I begged, inside my brain, but I didn't say anything. I just looked at him with all the eagerness and excitement I could muster. "I want you to fuck me, Master", I thought. Then I thought, "or let me suck you or lick you or hurt me like with anything... piss in my throat like your public urinal. Do it here now, in public, in front of these doors. Let them see I'm proud." Fuck! I was rambling, and FUCK! He hit me! He bobbed down and held my face looking into his, spat a misdirected spray of spit all over my face. I was almost in tears again. And flooded with, like, gratitude. And my head insides had gone silent. - And NEVER STAND at my door again. Is that clear? He stood up. - Sorry Sir, I whimpered. I knew what to do. I knelt down further and leaned forward to lick his boot, which he slid towards me. It was difficult to lean forward without my arms to support me. He signalled me to stop by kicking me slightly in the teeth. It was even more difficult to sit up. Before I had done so he put the collar on me, pulled it tight and buckled it behind my neck. It dug into my collarbone and chin. I couldn't quite breathe so easily. Yeh. Fuk me! He attached the chain and pulled me into an upright kneeling position. Then he led me in. I was like trying to run after him on my knees. Well, you try it. Thank goodness for the carpet. He led me into the kitchen where there was a metal dog bowl of water on the floor. He led me to it and stood still holding the leash in his hand. - Take a drink. - Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. I stumbled towards my nice new shiny metal bowl. My red face distorted reflected off the bottom. I drank carefully so I didn't fall over, and obediently so I drank as much as he wanted me to. - Thirsty. I could just see him as I buried my face. - A little, Sir - and continued supping. He came over and fondled my bum. Then he kicked the bowl. It jumped away scattering some of its contents over the green-blue marble textured floor covering. - Clean that up. Kneel right down and Hoover it up. This close you could see each groove and each printed dot of pigmentation down there. I dipped my tongue at it gingerly, put my lips to the water and sucked it up. It was nearly all gone. He put his boot in front of me. I licked it again obediently. Great dog like tongue strokes wiped over its round black surface. - Kneel up. Stand up. He pushed my back towards the pale-beech effect worktops. - Cute aren't you? - Thank you Sir. - Get you out of these wet jeans... Ha ha, you're a funny one. What did he mean? He undid my jeans one button, reached inside with one hand and grabbed a nipple with the other. My mouth opened. Would he kiss me? He looked me in the eye and squeezed both my nipple and dick - hard - at the same time. I winced. Yeh, give it to me. We were both saying it to each other with our eyes. Yeh. Give it to me. He opened the rest of my buttons and pushed his hand behind my butt, creeping a firm finger into my ass. Yeh. Yeh. Give it to me. Give it to me. I opened myself and pushed on to it. He grinned and smiled and nodded slightly. Give it to me. Please Sir. The fingers on my nipple, biting and grinding it. Yeh. Further. Right in. Sliding. Ooch, the finger popped out. He put it in front of my nose and I smelt it. My smell. Yeh. Give it. Then all his fingers in my mouth again like before, playing with my tongue and playing my dissolved smell and lick on my face. Yeh. Like. That. My smell. Your smell. Both hands pulled my trousers down to my boots, and I absolutely couldn't walk now. I could only shuffle along awkwardly. Oh Man. Give it to me. Here was his face again, in front of mine. He stuck his tongue out but he didn't kiss me. I licked my lips for him and stuck my tongue out and tried to kiss him. - Slut, he whispered. He whispered, I'm going to turn round now. I want you to lick my ass. His fingers stabbed at my nipples again. - I want you to stick your tongue right into my asshole. Clean it right out. I want to see just how much pleasure you can give me. You've got great mouth skills. I want to feel your cunt lips cleaning my shit. Yeh? Be sure and do it properly. Suddenly I thought 'What time is it?' and then I thought 'No. Give it to me. Give it to me.' He put his hand between my legs - I separated them as much as I could to let him in - grabbed my balls and squeezed them, rolling them in his fist. Hard, like he was pushing the pain deeper in and in. And in. There was only one way to deal with it, I ground my teeth hard together and breathed deeply, controlled, slow, stared into his eyes as hard as I could, not thinking. Filled with aching, my prick kicked and bucked and hit up against his arm. He took it in his other had and squeezed. Yeh. He jerked it off slightly, but the pain continued. He released me and smiled. - What are you smiling about? - I said - That hurt you didn't it boy? Said the man with the droopy eye. - Yes it did. - Now kneel, he commanded. I did as I was bid. My eyes were in line with his prik, which was behind his rather dirty underpants. I could identify cum stains and urine patches amongst the grime. He put his hand behind my head and pushed my face into his groin. The smell made me want to puke. - Smell that boy. Like that smell do ya? - Yes sir, I said - Don't seem too sure... - No Sir, I am sir, I said, his cloth-covered balls pressing into my mouth. Warm. Soft. Enormous. Should I lick them? I breathed deeply of the smell and opened my mouth. I *was* sure. The warm pouch, like, fell in and absorbed the moisture from my mouth. I closed my lips on it slightly, like a big sphincter grabbing it and shutting it in. A tap on my head let me know he didn't want the kind of treatment I was by now getting used to receiving, so I released it gently, letting it fall down in front of me and again brush my face. - I like you Sir, a lot, I thought to myself. My entire horizon was occupied by his fat smelly packet, and I pushed my head forward to nuzzle it. Again he took his boot and pushed me away. He put his boot in my stomach and put his weight on it so I was forced to fall slightly against the faux-teak cupboard doors behind me. I couldn't balance properly. The handcuffs were digging into my wrists slightly. My arms had been locked like this for how long? They were aching almost unbearably. Was it safe? How had I got into this situation? I didn't even like dirty sex officially. Well, I did now. Man. He pulled back, turned, pulled down his pants, bent over and presented his dark hairy ass. Yeh. - Show me what you can do. Give it to me. ****************************************** How We Met Part 3 - 'Existence' ****************************************** contact sharper@inorbit.com ******************************************

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Service Out of the Ordinary Chapter 6 Notice: The following account depicts homosexual acts between consenting persons and is intended for mature readers only. Exercise your own judgment, in consultation with the appropriate laws and moral standards of your community, in deciding whether or not to read this work. While this story depicts significant events in the lives of certain individuals, readers are cautioned not to assume that their experiences are in any way representative of those of most homosexuals. Any connection between persons named herein and real persons, living or dead, is vigorously denied. Comments may be sent to paulsgoodboy@hotmail.com. This story may not be copied or distributed without the express written consent of the author. Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved. Chapter Six. Mutually Agreeable Positions On the importance of good bargaining tools. Exactly how that moment ended, I don’t remember, but I’m pretty sure when Paul woke up, he went about taking another shower and opening a window to air out the room. I’m pretty sure I returned home to shower and clean up, too. I don’t remember any words between us, which was neither a positive nor a negative sign. It’s just that Matt was due home any minute and there wasn’t time to talk. But I do remember a few days later watching Paul step out of his front door to go jogging. He had a slight stiffness in his walk, and I knew he was having a little difficulty. The jog was a short one, too, because he soon realized he was not yet ready to take long strides. Seeing that gave me a powerful rush of sexual energy, and I went up to my room to jack myself off into the sock, something I’d gotten quite good at over the past few months. After being with Paul like that, though, I felt for certain that we belonged together. We couldn’t start dating each other, of course. There was, for one, the obvious danger. For another, Paul was continually stringing along some girl or another. But I tried not to think of that and instead developed a kind of motto to convince myself that I would be the one for him: She could not possibly share with him the kind of intimacy I did. She could not possibly be as devoted to him as I was. And she could never bring him the kind of pleasure he felt when he was with me. It took some time for Paul to call me again, and for several days, I wasn’t sure what his reaction would be. But I knew my own. He had been enjoying the gift of my vulnerability, and now I enjoyed the gift of his. No one had ever entrusted me with something like that, and the experience opened my eyes to an obvious truth, one I had blinded myself to previously: Paul was not a god but a human being. He was only a young man, groping his uncertain way through the world, full of desires, weaknesses, dreams, hopes, sorrows. Capable of expressing both strength and tenderness. Possessing a heart that needed acceptance for what it was. He was, in a sense, just like me: a teenager who yearned for love more than anything else in the world. In my previous experiences with Paul, there’s no way I could have noticed that in him, for the simple reason that I had a hard time accepting it in myself. I was determined more than ever to love Paul, and get him to love me. This may sound kind of foolish to you, and it is, but at the time I didn’t think so. My experience of taking Paul helps me understand now something I didn’t know at the time: that the secret of love involves mutual submission. When two partners surrender themselves completely to each other, with total trust and no expectations, each making of himself a gift to enjoy as the other will, they unleash an incredible loving power that neither could find alone. The key word here is trust, because that’s the real unknown in the intricate negotiation called love. You have to have enough faith in each other to trust that when things go bad some day, and they will, neither one of you will hang the other out dry. Maybe I should have seen this at the time, but my insight into our relationship was not as clear as it is now. Meaning flows out of memory, not the other way around. For example, I see now that in surrendering myself to Paul, I made him arrogant, but over time I also made him responsible. Given the risky nature of our relationship, he had to learn to protect it and to respect its private boundaries. Eventually his arrogance cooled to a strong sense of confidence and, in time, a certain kind of caring. And I trusted him to preserve what we shared. By finally surrendering himself to me, Paul forced me to realize how much I saw the world only through the confines of my own selfish expectations. I see now that my wallowing self-pity was certainly narcissistic. And certainly my worship of Paul, at its core, was a kind of immature narcissism as well, such that, in a strange sense, I had been using Paul, and not the other way around. I learned one small but important lesson at the time, though. In taking a helpless, completely trusting Paul into my hands, I finally looked at him, rather than at myself through his eyes. I did finally start to see him as a lovely boy, as an interesting and complex young man, as an ordinary human being. He was still a very masculine, very sexy stud, but he became more than an image sculpted by my sexual desire. And while this insight didn’t in any way reduce my craving or my need for his domination, it did help me to see that there was much more to Paul than a mobile penis support system. In time, Paul would, I hoped, learn to trust my growing maturity. It was in this way that I began to contemplate what before seemed simply unattainable: an intimate friendship with Paul. I was a senior in high school thinking about my college future. It’s odd, but I never really thought about the future much. But now when I thought of it, I couldn’t do so without putting Paul in it. I didn’t know how, but somehow I needed things to work out so that we could be together. So in the week or so of alone time following our last sexual encounter (Paul didn’t call because he was mulling things over in his own mind and needed the time to think), I decided what I would ask of him the next time I saw him. It was something, I thought, that would seal our commitment, that would show me to be receptive to his domination but also bring us together with a deeper understanding. I also promised myself that, for once, I would see him and, much as I might want to, not suck him off. I would prove to myself that there was more to him than his penis. I expected it to be a difficult test of will power—if I even had any left. As it turns out, Paul didn’t ask me to suck him off the next time I saw him. I remember it was a Tuesday afternoon, and I was busy working on some math homework, a very difficult subject for me, when Paul came up to my room. The door was open, so he didn’t knock, and I was concentrating really hard, so I didn’t hear him come in. Finally he made a little noise, and I turned around, thinking it was my mom. “Hey, I’m almost done... oh, it’s you!” I hadn’t been around Paul for a long time, almost too long, so seeing him all of a sudden made my body jump with desire. He had on tight jeans and a sweatshirt, and he just stood there with a sheepish look on his face. Sometimes he is so beautiful it just hurts me to look at him! But no, I said to myself, you’re going to resist the urge to suck him. You’re going to try to treat him like a regular guy, because he’s just a regular guy. He’s a regular guy, a regular guy, a regular guy... Paul could tell my mind was preoccupied. “Look, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll come back later if you’re busy.” “No, no, no. It’s okay. I was just working on this math problem” ...a regular guy, a regular guy... “but I need to take a break, so stay, please.” Paul closed the door and sat on my bed. I was sitting at my desk, and he motioned for me to come over and sit beside him. Oh, man, this was going to be hard. Every instinct in my body was telling me to suck him off, to make him surrender his luscious cum. Not saying anything, I got up and sat on the bed, but far enough away that I could sit cross-legged while facing him. When I was finally so close to him, though, my dick got rock hard. Paul didn’t say anything about the lump in my sweatpants, and I think he was pretending not to notice. “Look,” he started, “I don’t know how to say this, but I just wanted to talk to you, you know, and, well, I guess I wanted to thank you.” Paul looked up into my eyes for understanding, but I didn’t know what he was saying. Thank me? Thank me for what? I half expected that he might be pissed that I had taken him like I did, but here he was thanking me. Did I hear him right? “You want to thank me? For what?” Paul seemed a little shy about what he was going to say, and he glanced down, a little embarrassed. I had never seen this in him before. “You know, for everything you’ve been doing. For the sex, and all. I realize after what you did last week, and how unbelievably incredible that was”—Paul couldn’t help but smile a little at that, and neither could I—“that you’ve been so giving, and I’ve been, you know, so selfish. So I’ve been thinking about it for a while, thinking about a lot of things, and I’ve decided that I want to try to make it up to you in some way. This is hard to admit, but after last week I realized how much I enjoy being with you. So what I mean is, I don’t just want to say ‘thank you,’ I want to, you know, show you ‘thank you.’ Does this make sense?” I have to admit that it didn’t. He was saying too much at once. What was Paul talking about? “Show” me? Show me how? Was Paul—and here it seemed I was contemplating the impossible—actually gay? The thought left me with a complex equation that wouldn’t easily be simplified. I know that as you’re reading this, the meaning of Paul’s words may seem obvious. He was telling me that he wanted to initiate a more interactive dimension to our sexual relationship. He was telling me how much he enjoyed what he knew of homosexual sex. And he was telling me that he saw our bond as being much more than physical. It seems, in any case, that Paul was beginning to feel the emergence of a homosexual identity and was interested in exploring it. But to me, this was like theorizing the existence of imaginary numbers, something conceptual rather than real, even if their consequence was so apparent. You have to understand that “gay” and “straight” were absolute terms for us where we lived, such that any concept of bisexuality never entered the picture. Further, “gay” and “straight” were such socially-charged terms (in many ways they still are, I guess) that sexual identity was as much corporate as it was personal. What I mean is that public perceptions of one’s sexuality were as significant as self-identification, sometimes more so. Someone like me, for example, who had done and actually enjoyed doing the most degrading of acts, that is, sucking cock, was a fag beyond any hope of recovery. It didn’t matter that only Paul and I knew about it. What I did defined me nonetheless. To him and to me, I was a fag, and, luckily for me, he accepted it. Someone like Paul, however, could credibly maintain his claim to being straight as long as, one, his gay relationship didn’t become public knowledge, and two, he didn’t engage in anything that would permanently change his status, that is, cocksucking or ass fucking. Beyond these two things, any heterosexual sex automatically trumped whatever else he might have done, and Paul was pretty safe in this regard because all he’d really done so far was to be on the receiving end of fellatio. Thus, because he had a well-established public image of heterosexuality, his role, if it became known, would, for him, be met with scorn but ultimately judged a passing transgression. Because I had no record of heterosexuality whatsoever, my actions, if they became known, would brand me an outcast from society. By finger-fucking Paul, I had introduced a troublesome x-factor into this complex calculus and upset the balance of this identity equation. Certainly what I had done was transgressive, but it was one of those things that occupied an ambiguous middle ground between two polar opposites. It wasn’t really ass fucking, but it was anal penetration. I had taken advantage of him, but Paul yielded somewhat willingly. That he had enjoyed it complicated matters, but not as much as his openly admitting how much. The unspoken implication was that he wanted to do it again. And now that he was proposing to “show me ‘thank you,’” the prospective hazard to his self-image increased tenfold. Thus, his offer had profound psychological, and therefore social, ramifications. What could Paul possibly have in mind? Was he relinquishing his claim to being straight? I was almost too scared to find out. The truly bizarre thing was that I simultaneously hoped it would be something completely innocuous, like his deciding to, say, give me a gift, and something as potentially deadly as his deciding to fuck me up the ass in a public park. Once again, I was at a loss for words around Paul. I think he understood from the look of astonishment on my face the direction my thought was going. He understood as much as I did the problematic nature of what he was saying. “I’m not saying that I’m gay. I mean, I, uh, like girls and all that, and I want to... well, you know, whatever. What I mean is that I want to continue to do things with you. But I think it only fair that I try to, you know, pay you back a little. It’s just that after what you did last time, well, that was the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to me, and it made me realize how selfish I’ve been with you. I just thought that I could, you know, start to help you out, too, so you could enjoy it as much as I do.” Paul was doing his best to get the words out, and I wasn’t helping any by not saying anything. I was tense. He was tense. Without saying anything, I fished out a bottle stuffed into the back of my desk drawer, took a swig, and offered it to Paul. He drank, too. “Look,” he said, “this is a little weird for me, you know. I’ve never had this kind of conversation before, so if you want me to leave, I will...” “No, no, please. I’m sorry. I’m just so surprised by this. I never expected it.” Finally, the words came out! “Yeah, I’m kind of surprised by it, too. But like I said, I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and it just kind of seems right on some level, you know?” “If you say so. I’m not going to question it. I’m willing to do whatever you want. You know that. To me, you seem right on every level!” “Yeah?” “Oh, Paul...Yes!” The desire boiling up in me flowed out when I spoke. There was nothing imaginary about that, so forget about equations, nonlinear functions, and the abscissa and ordinate of Paul’s sexuality. I did something I thought I’d never do. I don’t even remember thinking about it, it was just something my body did all on its own. I uncrossed my legs, leaned over, and kissed Paul—full on the lips! I think Paul was smart enough to see it coming, but too surprised to do anything about it. I didn’t really realize what was happening until it happened, which was a good thing because otherwise I probably would have chickened out. But at any rate, it was my first kiss, and it was wonderful. I can still feel that first impression of Paul’s lips on my own, how warm and soft and sweet tasting they were. It didn’t last very long, maybe a second or two, but it was something I’d been dreaming of for a long time, something I wanted to happen since before my birthday when I fell under his spell. What a surprise when Paul didn’t recoil, but reached up to cradle my head in his hands and kiss me back! It’s strange, but as much as I can put words to what it felt like to suck Paul off, I can’t put words to that kiss. It’s not that it was physically spectacular, as I was new to the whole thing and not very good at it, but it was, in a way, spiritual. I hate to use that clich�, but somehow that kiss united us in a manner beyond the here and now. It was a kind of pure experience, wholly unmediated by any thoughts or preconceptions or feelings of self-consciousness. When we pulled back, there weren’t any words between us, but neither of us felt the need to speak. We had said what we wanted to by kissing each other, and for the next few minutes that’s all we did. When I looked into Paul’s eyes, I know he saw the same adoration he’d always seen from me. When he looked into my eyes, I felt for the first time that he cared for me, that perhaps he really did love me. In his arms, I trusted him completely, and he trusted me. I guess that’s why, after kissing him, holding him, putting my hands around his face and neck, feeling him do the same to me, I gazed into his eyes and said, “I love you, Paul.” I don’t think Paul expected that, but he smiled warmly and continued to kiss me, happy that I had said it, I think. Then he pushed me down onto my bed and climbed on top of me. Both our cocks were raging hard, and, while continuing to kiss me, Paul started grinding his hips into mine. I had my legs spread open and wrapped around his, so if I had been a girl, it would have looked like we were having sex in the missionary position. Paul let his full weight come down upon me, and I wrapped my arms around his back, using my whole body to pull him in tighter with each thrust. His cock felt enormous against me, even underneath our clothing. Paul moaned softly in my ear and kissed my lips, my face, my neck. When he kissed me just under the corner of my jaw, right beneath my ear, the pleasure was so intense I was ready to explode. “Oh, Paul, I think... I’m going... to come.” I huffed out the words between breaths. My inhibitions had so melted away that I vocalized my own desire for the first time. Paul continued to kiss me with determined vigor, his own breathing as rapid as mine. “Yeah?” he asked between kisses. “Oh yes, Paul. Please... please make me come...” Paul stopped thrusting and looked into my eyes, his smile telling me how pleased he was with the boy lying beneath him. “Why did you stop?” I asked. “Because. I don’t want you to. Not yet.” Then Paul rolled off me onto his side and quickly thrust his hand down the front of my sweatpants and underwear. He grabbed my rigid penis in his fist and squeezed the shaft, firmly. My urge to ejaculate quickly subsided, as did my erection. When Paul saw the tension in my face pass, he slipped his hand back out, making no indication of the fact that he had just touched me for the first time. I was a little disappointed, and wondered if for some reason he was, too. Paul stood up beside the bed, his own cock semi-hard and admirably filling his jeans. His face was flushed, the hair around it damp with sweat. He paused for a second to catch his breath, then asked, “Your mom is home, right?” “Yeah, I think so.” “Okay. Let’s go over to my house, then. We should have about an hour or so before anyone gets back.” Paul made no explanation of his actions. He said only what was minimally necessary and expected no questions. This is what’s called “command presence,” and Paul had it in spades. “Yeah, okay.” Paul gave me an order, and as usual I responded without hesitation, getting up from the bed and going over to my closet. I didn’t know what was going on, but whatever it was, it sounded like it was going to be good. When I looked at Paul, heard him issue his commands, only one thought came to my mind. God, I wanted to suck on him so bad. The urge was about to kill me. Fuck whatever I said earlier: Paul was no regular guy. “Should I change?” I asked. “No. Just wear what you have on. But put on some shoes. No need for socks. And bring a jacket or something. It’s cold out.” With anyone else, his words might have sounded a little insulting, like I didn’t know how to dress myself. But with Paul, they were just orders, implying no judgment whatsoever, only the expectation that they be carried out. I got my shoes on quickly and pulled my jacket from its hanger. Paul was waiting for me by my bedroom door, and I had my back turned to him. Then I remembered something else I should bring, and said, “Okay, I’m ready. Just let me get my, uh, special sock.” Paul’s response took me completely by surprise. “Leave it here. You won’t need it.” When we got over to his room, Paul took my jacket, pointed to his bed, and said, “Take your clothes off and lie down.” I was utterly confused, but what could I do. I proceeded to strip. As I did so, Paul took off his own clothes, including his underwear, but then put on a tee shirt and a loose fitting pair of shorts. When I got down to my underwear, I hesitated for a second, but pulled them right off, as Paul hadn’t made any distinctions in his instructions. As usual, when he saw me naked, he gave no indication of approval or disapproval, but simply said, “Good boy. Now lie down. You can get under the covers if you want.” I slipped under the sheets and blankets, and man, was I ever horny. My dick was hard again, and my mouth began to salivate in anticipation of a meal. I was just like Pavlov’s dog, only I was Paul’s dog, Paul’s good boy. I stretched out on my back and peeped up over the blankets as I watched Paul finish changing. He looked at me with a wicked, teasing smirk. “You little slut, you can’t stand it can you?” “I can’t help it, Paul. Seeing you does things to me that I can’t control. I’m sorry, it’s just the way I am!” “It’s okay, I like it,” he said, grinning with self-satisfaction. Finished, he climbed up onto the bed and knelt over me, pinning me down beneath the sheets. His hips rested a little further up than mine, but pressed down on my erection, which was lying flat against my stomach. Looking down, he started teasing me again. “Tell me about it, stud. Tell me what you want.” This kind of foreplay was new, and I liked it. Paul was taunting me. Though he used the word in reference to me, it was clear between us who the real stud was. Trapped beneath the covers of his bed, I could do nothing but look up at Paul and yield to his domination. He started kissing me again, just as he had on my bed. “Come on, tell me.” The words came easily. “I want you, Paul. I want to suck you. I want to suck your dick. Please! Please let me do it, Paul! Please let me suck on you and swallow your cum!” I was getting frantic with desire. My lust was almost more than I could bear, and I could see Paul’s cock tenting his shorts, straining to break free and bury itself in my waiting mouth. Paul pulled the leg of his shorts open and slipped his hard dick out against his thigh. He leaned over my face and held it above my lips, just out of contact. I strained to reach him with my tongue. “You want this, do you?” he asked playfully, slowly stroking up and down his shaft. I could see a drop of precum sweetly glistening in his piss slit, slowly getting larger, getting ready to drip down onto my face. “Yes! Please!” I was almost screaming, almost ready to cry. “Well, you’re not going to get it. At least, not yet!” I couldn’t believe my eyes as Paul tucked himself back into his shorts! “No! Please let me suck you, Paul! I’ll do anything you want, anything at all. Just let me suck you first. I can’t stand it! I’ve got to have you in my mouth!” Then Paul assumed an attitude that was simply devious. “Hmm,” he said. “Seems like the tables have turned, haven’t they?” Fuck! He was right. Here I was, in the same position he had been in, making promises I wasn’t sure I could keep, betrayed by my own lust. With me, the issue was probably moot, because there wasn’t much Paul could ask that I would refuse to do. Still, he was enjoying himself way too much here. “You bastard! You tricked me!” I cried. “Yup, I did! Isn’t it great?” Paul started laughing, immensely pleased with himself. I was a little annoyed that I’d let him trap me so easily, but I had never been happier in my life. Pinned under my man, so strong, so handsome, so lovely to see, to hear, to smell, to feel, I was ready to give him my life if he wanted it. I loved Paul. In that moment I loved him without envy, without arrogance, without selfishness or resentment. I loved him with complete faith, hope, and trust. I loved him more than anything else life could provide. I began to laugh, too. “Get off me, you prick! I’m not going to promise you anything!” I was grinning so hard I could hardly speak. Paul’s manner suddenly became serious, and he looked down into my eyes with such passion that time stood still for me, as though the earth itself ceased rotating. I could hear the sound of blood pumping through my ears and then Paul’s voice drowning out all other thoughts in my mind. Why he said what he did, I don’t know, but it was a truth both of us seemed to implicitly understand. His lips moving in slow motion, the words seemed to emerge, not from his mouth, but from the soft, spongy core of my own brain. “Oh yes, you will... if I wanted it, you’d promise me your very soul.” Yes. Yes, I suppose I would. And that, more than anything else ever had, scared the shit out of me. Look for “Chapter Seven. Big Dog World.” Comments may be sent to paulsgoodboy@hotmail.com.

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Service Out of the Ordinary 3 Notice: The following account depicts homosexual acts between consenting persons and is intended for mature readers only. Exercise your own judgment, in consultation with the appropriate laws and moral standards of your community, in deciding whether or not to read this work. While this story depicts significant events in the lives of certain individuals, readers are cautioned not to assume that their experiences are in any way representative of those of most homosexuals. Any connection between persons named herein and real persons, living or dead, is vigorously denied. Comments may be sent to paulsgoodboy@hotmail.com. This story may not be copied or distributed without the express written consent of the author. Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved. Chapter Three. A Certain Brand of Love A new master, a new prayer. I'm sure that Paul did not realize the extent of the transformation that had taken place, and once I passed out, I'm not sure what he did. All I know is that when I finally woke up, at about six-thirty, he was long gone. In my fitful sleep, I had sweated completely through my clothes and into the sheets of Matt's bed. My hair was pasted to my head, and the spot of precum on my shorts, which had grown considerably, was dried into a fine white ring. I sat up and felt a heave rising in my gut, so I ran to the bathroom next to Matt's bedroom, fell onto the floor, and vomited up the rest of the beer in my stomach. Somehow I managed to get it all into the bathtub, so I was able to clean it up easily. After wrenching my guts for about half an hour (I had no alcohol tolerance then whatsoever) I felt much better, and I began to be conscious of the hard, dull pain in my groin. My balls were engorged and painful to the touch, and my prostate felt like a gigantic fist squeezing itself into oblivion. It was so tight that I had to wait two more hours before I could urinate again. The muscles in my abs and inner thighs felt like they had been badly pulled. If you've ever had a massive case of blue balls, you know what I'm talking about. It's the worst feeling in the world, almost like you'd rather have someone rip a tooth out of your mouth with pliers than be in such torturous agony. I was there on the floor, curled up in a fetal position, and cried for some time. Then another feeling began to grow in me. Slowly at first, but then it spread through every vein and fiber in my body. It was like a heat, yet it was cool, and a gentle breeze, yet it flowed like viscous syrup. It was kind of frightening, the metamorphosis taking place on the cold tile of that bathroom floor. The feeling was like being invaded by a blood-borne pathogen of some kind, like you sometimes hear of people in the jungle being strong as an ox in the morning and dead by sunset. But I wasn't dying. This was a transfiguration, and frightening only because it was so new, so thrilling, and so comprehensive. My entire being was reborn, as I was reforged in some unfathomable primordial manner. A new presence entered into my life, into my very being. It was Paul. Psychologically, I had opened myself to him, and he had deposited himself in me, at the very center of my spine, right beneath my heart. Paul, like his brother, was clearly superior to me, and we both knew it. But something else was there, something unnamable—a presence that you felt yourself aware of, but couldn't quite put a finger to. Something in him that didn't just make me submit to him, but made me want to submit, want to be dominated. Want to be employed as an instrument of his desire, whatever it may be, whatever it may take to fulfill it. As a consequence, which seemed only natural, I understood now that I would serve him. So having already taken possession of my mind, he now began to take complete possession of my body. Everything I did, I would do for him. Now when I stood, it would be Paul standing. When I spoke, it would be Paul speaking. When I took a breath, it would be Paul's exhalation that filled my lungs. When I went out, it would be a veiled reflection of Paul that others saw in me. For the first time in my life, I felt complete. My grinding hunger disappeared, the constant urge to cry was lifted, and my crippling fear of the world was replaced by a new feeling of exuberance. The former, pussy-boy, fuck-up self in me—though not gone—started to slip away, and a new self, willed into being by Paul, emerged. For the first time ever, I felt a dim comfort in the person I was. It's hard to explain what was happening to me, but if you've ever experienced it, then you know something of what I'm talking about. Other people, people like Paul, for example, will never fully experience it because they are already complete and don't need to. If you're this kind of person, then you won't know what I'm talking about. But maybe you will get a sense of the kind of effect you can have on another person who needs you. At the time, I couldn't have put it into words, for it was completely a felt experience, and one I didn't really understand. After the space of many years, I am able to analyze what happened and put some objective sense in it and find some terms to describe it. Still, there was a fundamental mystery at work that even now I can't put words to. For some reason, Paul made me his and gave me that all-transforming power that poured forth from him, that was, in a certain sense, love. I was one day into seventeen. Paul was only four months past fifteen. Clearly, he did not understand what he had done to me any more than I did, and it would be several years before he fully comprehended the gift he had given me on that summer day. He certainly didn't decide on his own to give it to me, as it just happened despite what either one of us may have wanted. Still, like me, he had a dim grasp of what had happened back there in some murky, pre-linguistic area of his brain. He sensed that he had taken possession of me, and as he later told me, the surging rush of power he felt that afternoon was unlike any he has ever known, previously or afterward. And being the hot, cocky fifteen year old that he was, he was likely to exercise his newfound authority like a baby handling a loaded gun, so I don't blame him for the fumbling way he went about discovering this new aspect of our lives. More often than not, as you'll see, his priority lay in getting himself off, and I became the easiest, most convenient, and most willing outlet for his needs. But in a certain adolescent way, he acknowledged to himself that he would someday owe me for the benefit he reaped. After all, he did hit three successive homeruns that day, something he has never done since! Come on, I hear you say, "love" from a fifteen year old, and for you, a seventeen-year-old crybaby pussyboy faggot? What a crock of shit! Well, I can certainly understand your skepticism, and there are times in my life when I have a hard time believing it myself. But I can only tell you what happened to me as I now remember and understand it, and, as I said before, at the time neither Paul nor I really comprehended what took place. First, you have to understand that by "love" I don't mean something gushy and romantic and that now Paul and I were going to date and sigh into each other's eyes and live forever in some blissful, warm puppies and flowers-out-your-ass paradise. We were from that point on a part of each other's lives, but many times there was more grieving than rejoicing, and from the outside our relationship would have all the appearances of Paul's using me. But on that day, without either one of us trying to make it so, a bond between us was created. Something else larger than ourselves produced the connection, and that something else, though so dimly recognized, was love. Paul gave me an unseen piece of himself, something I had needed for years and something he had in abundance and could give freely: a certain kind of acceptance for who and what I was. He understood, and that was love. And I received Paul's gift undeserved, in a spirit of highest wonder, appreciation, thankfulness, and gratitude. That, too, was love. Call me deluded if you want to, but teenagers are capable doing and feeling extraordinary things, even if they don't yet have a mature understanding of the world. After I had regained some of my composure, I made my way back across the street to my own house and own room. The ache in my groin made it difficult to walk, and the dried spot on the front of my shorts made me hope I wouldn't run into anyone on the way, like Matt and Paul's parents or my mom. Luckily, I didn't see a soul. Up in my own room at last, I saw that it was now well past seven o'clock. People would start arriving for the party at eight! I quickly showered, shaved, and changed my clothes, doing my best to make myself presentable. I also took time to inspect the stain on my shorts, but decided it was light enough that it wouldn't be noticed in the laundry (my mom still washed all my clothes, then), so I just threw my shorts into the hamper in my closet. At the time, I had no idea how full that hamper was going to get by the end of the night. Boy, oh boy. When I went downstairs, my mom had just come back from the store with a few last-minute supplies. I helped her get the final touches in place, even putting the candles on my own cake. That seems kind of weird now, but with all the planning she and Matt put into this party, there wasn't much left of any surprises. As eight rolled around, and nobody had showed up yet, I went into the living room and watched TV. People started to arrive around fifteen after, so I moved out to the backyard where the party was getting started. After about forty-five minutes, nearly thirty people had shown up (Matt really was something with those invitations), and when he finally arrived with the guys from the ballpark, there were around forty to fifty. The whole time before Matt came, I was anxious for him to get there, because I didn't have what it took to keep this many people entertained for very long. I know that as the birthday boy that wasn't really my job, but I felt responsible in a way for everyone having a good time. Also during this time I was finally able to go into the bathroom and pee, something I hadn't done since about three-thirty, and something I couldn't do for the last two hours! But anyway, by the time Matt and the other guys showed up, there were people inside, outside, and all over the house. Music was playing and people were dancing or talking and popping the balloons every now and then. There was plenty to eat and drink, and about ten minutes after the baseball crowd arrived, the pizzas came and were consumed in about twenty minutes. Then there was cake and everybody sang to me, and a few people gave me cards and presents, but really I was just happy everyone came and was enjoying the party. All of this is probably more than you want to know, but I mention it only because it was, after all, the one big success of my high school social life, even though none of it would have been possible without Matt. At about nine forty-five I needed a break. Despite my earlier encounter with Paul, the weirdness of it all was starting to wear off, and I was getting a little tired from all the nervous tension that had built up within me. And with tiredness comes the shyness and mild paranoia, so I went up to Matt and told him I was going to slip out and go over to his place and rest for a bit. By this time, my mom had left us alone and the party was starting to get a little wild, so I didn't think anybody would miss me if I were gone for a few minutes. "Hey, man, that's cool," Matt said. "You can go lie down on my bed if you want. Hey, if you see my parents tell them..." and then his voice trailed off. He cocked his head a bit and looked me over. "Are you okay, dude?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I just need a little break, that's all." "No, I mean you look... like... are you sure you're okay?" "I'm fine, really." Suddenly I was paranoid that having let my guard down, I was acting gay, even though then I wasn't sure what "acting gay" meant. But Matt just patted me on the shoulder and smiled. "Okay, man. You look different somehow. It must just be the beer." He was grinning widely now, and suddenly I was, too. Matt had told everyone there about his present to me, so now he was the most popular kid at the party since in everyone's mind he could now supply liquor. It didn't bother me at all that he took the limelight away from me. "Yeah, that stuff did get me kind of messed up. We'll have to take it slower next time," I said. "You got it, dude. Say, when you get back, come get me and we'll hang together." That was a new expression at the time, and Matt was always smooth in his use of the latest teen slang. It was a given, of course, that Matt and I would spend the evening together. He just added the last part in for the benefit of the others standing around, because having followed Matt, a few people were starting to listen to our conversation, and he wanted them to know that I was his closest friend. It was his way of boosting me up in the eyes of others, and for a teenage guy, such a generous thing to do. When I stepped into Matt's house, his mom was in the kitchen, so I talked with her a few minutes. Matt had wanted me to tell her something, but now I couldn't remember what it was. She wished me happy birthday and complimented me on my handsome appearance. I was kind of surprised, because no one but my own mom had ever done that before. She also asked me about the party, which was going better than I could have hoped, but to explain my presence, I told her that Matt had asked me to get something from his room. After she had just complimented me, I didn't want to tell her that I really needed a break from all the people, because I thought that would make me seem like a pussy again and kind of invalidate her kindness. So I went up into Matt's room and sat on the bed for a while, thinking hard about what had happened with Paul earlier that day. Once I thought of it, I began to get scared that now Paul had proof enough that I really was a fag (I assumed he had put two and two together), he would be out spreading the news. It never occurred to me that Paul might be gay, too, but the possibility was too unlikely. Then I heard Paul come home, and my heart really started to beat hard. He had been out to a pizza place—the local Shakey's, where winning teams usually went—to celebrate the team's victory earlier that evening, so he was late getting home. I heard him talk for a bit with his mom, and then he bounded up the stairs and just stopped for a few seconds. By now he could see the light on in Matt's room, and I think he somehow knew I was in there. I certainly knew he was out there, because I could feel some kind of internal magnetism, like I was being drawn toward him the way two drops of oil will eventually find each other in a pan of water. Then Paul stood in the doorway, him looking at me and me looking at him. I began to really sweat now, for I wanted him to be the first to speak. I knew that whatever he said, I would be able to tell how things stood between us. He had been the object of my desire for over a year, and now he was as beautiful as ever standing there fresh from the grime and sweat of a hard won game, in his dirt- and grass-stained uniform, his cap and mitt in one hand and two of his homerun balls in the other (apparently the third wasn't recovered). The great thing was that there was no malice in his look whatsoever, so I knew the worst things I could imagine were not going to happen to me. The only problem was that he looked at me like he didn't know what to say. He shifted his weight and shut the door, and turned around a bit to lock it. He put the mitt, cap, and balls on Matt's dresser and turned to look at me again, this time with hips cocked, one hand on each, and a slightly perplexed look on his face. Then he turned to me and spoke: "I don't know how to say this, but... I..." He paused again. "I noticed how you've been watching me over the past year, here and at the ballpark..." Oh my god, he knows! I thought I was so careful! "...and it was weird at first but now it's kind of cool, and I don't know how to say this, but after seeing you earlier, I... I want..." And then, as if I was living in a dream, I knew exactly what he was going to say: "I want you to suck my cock." Oh, Paul, you seemed just as surprised as me that you finally said it. Here I had been all that time worshiping you from afar, and you only needed to say the word and I'd do anything you wanted me to. And now you finally did! The rush of emotion within overcame me, but somehow, basking in your presence, I remained relatively calm. On the outside, at least. Any other time before this, and I would have been shaking like a schoolgirl, but you, you were so firm and considerate about it, and now that I was completely yours, you finally acted on your desire to make me serve you. And you shepherded me through what could have been the most terrifying experience of my life with the bare honesty and innocence of your request. When I rose from the bed, you seemed a bit surprised, but I could tell from your look that you knew I was going to do exactly as you wanted. I was going to suck you and willingly travel down every avenue of your desire. I walked over to where you were standing, you guiding me with your eyes. Then I knelt down in front of you, never breaking eye contact. Unbuttoning the top of your pants, zipping open your fly, and pulling out your cup, I deeply inhaled the musky scent of your manhood. It was simply intoxicating, and waves of dizziness ran through me. You began to harden as I pulled your pants down toward your knees, your cock straining against the confines of your jock. That, too, I pulled away, and there it was, your proud dick jutting straight out in front of me, lilting slightly in measured pulses of anticipation. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, your long, stiff cock, your large, pendulous balls, and the thick golden luster of your bush. I looked up and saw the begging look of sexual hunger on your face. You were so hot! I couldn't have resisted you then even if I wanted to. I learned forward and pressed my nose into the base of your dick, inhaling deeply again and mouthing the firm meatiness of your testicles. The scent of your sweaty, musky vapor filled my lungs. The red-hot branding iron of your cock pressed against my cheek, the desire in your eyes burning into my mine. You put one hand on my shoulder to balance yourself, and the other you used to caress my face and stroke my hair. The whole experience was loving but thrilling. I was in heaven. Then you placed your hand under my chin, and with your thumb on one side and index finger on the other, you gently pressed my jaw open. I put my tongue out to cover my bottom teeth, and you guided me onto your cock and just let it sit there, me getting used to the feel of your flaring cockhead and you getting used to the sight of me hungrily engulfing your manhood. This was our first blowjob, and I was determined to make it everything you wanted it to be. I did a pretty good job for its being my first real attempt, and only a few times did I nick you with my teeth or gag when you pushed in too far. I tried to think about how I would go about eating a Popsicle and then do the same on you, rubbing my lips up and down the first few inches of your solid shaft, licking and sucking down to the base, and then working my tongue into your piss slit. Yours would be my first taste of a man's fluids, so when your precum began to flow, I let it run down the back of my tongue and into my throat, sometimes pausing to swirl it around in my mouth and enjoy the full flavor. There was so much of it, I could hardly wait for the load in your balls to come boiling up into my waiting mouth. Looking up at your face, I watched your eyes gloss over and your lids slowly drift shut as you sank into your bliss. You sensed how close you were, too, and pulled me off of your quivering erection. You needed to catch your breath, and the warm glow of satisfaction beaming down from your face told me how much I pleased you. The degree of your self-control surprised me, but after about a minute, you told me to get up and lie down on my back on Matt's bed, with my head hanging over the end. After I did so, you came over to me, and I instinctually opened my mouth to receive you. You were still in your baseball uniform, your pants and jockstrap pushed down just below your knees, so it was a little hard for you to maneuver. Nevertheless, you pulled a pillow under my shoulders, placed your hands on my forearms to brace yourself, and, pressing me down into the bed, reinserted yourself in my waiting mouth. Then the former tenderness you displayed was gone, and I knew the only thing in your mind now was your own lust, which I was determined to satisfy. You began to fuck me, in determined jabs that forced your penis deeper and deeper into my throat. I gagged only a little, and then I deep-throated you, your lovely bush pressing against my chin and your tightening, yet still pendulous ball sack slapping against my nose. The only sounds I heard were of your wet cock slipping through my lips and the steady cadence of your panting. I knew the moment had arrived, and I did my best to wriggle my tongue over the top of your cock. Being upside down and a little disoriented by this new and intense feeling of invasion, I had to do everything by feel. I started to moan, and that's when you gasped and started to vocalize your pleasure for the first time. It was almost a grunt: "Yes... yes... yes... yes..." You kept repeating it over and over, this term of agreement and affirmation, in rhythm with your forward thrusts, and when you took one hand and placed your palm over my throat, feeling your own hard cock slip up and down my esophagus, you came. "Oh, fuck, yes!" When you shouted, I felt your hardened balls fully contract, and you thrusted even more fiercely as thick, burning jets of your jism began to erupt into me. That's when, for the first time in my life, I came. All this time I had been focusing on your manhood, training myself to feel and respond to every nuance of your needs and desires, completely oblivious to what was going on in my own pants. I had been erect the whole time, never once touching myself, and when you came, the dam inside me burst, seven or eight of the most powerful contractions I ever felt totally flooding my underwear. Months' worth of backed up desire emptied out of me at once, and with the waves of nut-breaking pleasure came flashes of searing pain, as though my penis had split lengthwise in two halves, such was the force of my contractions and the extent of my seminal congestion. At this point you pulled your cockhead out of my throat and back into my mouth so I could taste some of your load, and with my own orgasm, I literally began to scream into your cock in guttural, animal-like wails. At this, you fired a second volley of shots, your shouts of "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" filling my ears and the most tangible expression of your maleness spilling into my mouth. You have made clear how things stand between us: You are the sexiest, studliest jock in the world, and I cannot resist you. Your semen is my aphrodisiac. Hot, thick, salty... narcotic. Raw power. Eating it and I am eating you. You are my god, I your servant, and this is how I will worship you. Oh, Paul. Drive your cock into my mouth and fuck me, Paul. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Look for "Chapter Four. A Man's Best Friend." Comments may be sent to paulsgoodboy@hotmail.com.

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Service Out of the Ordinary 5 Notice: The following account depicts homosexual acts between consenting persons and is intended for mature readers only. Exercise your own judgment, in consultation with the appropriate laws and moral standards of your community, in deciding whether or not to read this work. While this story depicts significant events in the lives of certain individuals, readers are cautioned not to assume that their experiences are in any way representative of those of most homosexuals. Any connection between persons named herein and real persons, living or dead, is vigorously denied. Comments may be sent to paulsgoodboy@hotmail.com. This story may not be copied or distributed without the express written consent of the author. Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved. Chapter Five. A Long Distance The sum of a year, the difference of a day. I woke up the next morning from a thick, heavy sleep. My eyes were red and swollen, my mouth dry as cotton, my limbs unusually heavy. I was sleeping under only one sheet, and I was naked except for my boxers, yet I was hot and pasty with sweat. I tossed and turned a bit before trying to sit up and open my eyes. Memory was slow to emerge as I tried to figure out what happened the night before. My head hurt. “Matt!” I yelped in a startled voice. He was sitting on the end of my bed, why and for how long I didn’t know. Seeing him reminded me of the confrontation with Paul the night before. “What happened? What are you doing here? What time is it?” My questions effectively conveyed my confusion. I looked around, trying to find some clue as to what was going on. Matt had a very earnest look on his face. “I came over to apologize.” Matt’s words surprised me. Apologize? To me? “I was afraid you wouldn’t want to see me again after the way I treated you, so I came over to tell you first thing that I’m sorry and I didn’t mean to talk to you the way I did. I was just angry with Paul, not you, but somehow you got mixed up in the middle of it, and I was just so pissed off, I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m really, really sorry.” I couldn’t believe my ears. No one, and I mean no one, had ever apologized to me before. Not in that way, anyway. Matt had come over to make things right with me because our friendship was more important to him than anything, even his own hurt feelings. Then he really surprised me. He moved over next to me on the bed, and hugged me! Matt! “Oh, Matt, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t know what I was doing, and I just... I just couldn’t help myself. I’m so confused. I never meant to get mixed up between you and Paul, and I never meant to hurt you. Please, please believe that...” The words just spilled out of me between sobs. Matt held me tighter, pressing my heaving chest into his, my cringing face into his neck and shoulder. His warmth penetrating my skin, his fresh manly smells filling my nose. I clung to him, and for a brief moment that morning things were back to normal again. I belonged to Matt, the boy who loved me despite himself. I belonged to Matt, the boy who treated me as an equal despite my obvious failings. I belonged to Matt, the boy who was my best friend, my companion, my ally, my leader. The tears I shed last night came back, because for a brief moment, sitting there in the arms of the boy who meant nearly everything to me, I was home. “Hey, man, it’s okay,” Matt said tenderly. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the one who acted badly. I’m the one who hurt you. You don’t need to apologize for anything... Not for anything. It’s okay... it’s okay... everything’s going to be okay...” To Matt, the only thing that happened last night was that he got into an argument with his brother, unintentionally pulled me into it, and then let his vanity get the better of him when I didn’t handle it well. To me, I had acted a complete traitor to my best friend, had done something tantamount to stabbing him in the back. I had hurt Matt far more deeply than he realized, had abandoned even myself, by willingly submitting to Paul. I suppose you might be thinking, “What’s the big deal? So you briefly forgot your duty as a friend to one brother because you had sex with the other. Get over it!” But to teenage hearts and minds, this was the stuff of mythic sorrow and anguish. Though Matt didn’t know it, this is what my apology was meant to express. If you look up “champion” in the dictionary, you’ll see a picture of Matt. Though he wasn’t perfect by any means, in the competition between him and Paul, he was obviously the superior man. He had a generous heart, and, unlike Paul, he instinctually lived beyond himself, looking out for the welfare of those weaker and in greater need. In the companionship between us, he was again the champion, always ready and willing to fight for and defend me, always willing to advance my cause. What good in me he saw, I didn’t know. Perhaps if he had ever told me, the questions in my mind would have been resolved and things would have worked out differently for us in the end. Perhaps I would have remained loyal to Matt, perhaps I would have seen that he was clearly the superior brother, perhaps I could have learned to love myself enough, the way Matt seemed to love me, to keep from destroying everything we shared. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. But I did not love myself. I was now a proven faggot, and being a faggot was to live in the deepest well of shame. I know it’s utterly pointless to say, but if only Matt had been capable of making love to me on that fateful Saturday morning. Then I know for sure that things would have worked out differently. I didn’t want his body or the fulfillment of his sexual desire. I wanted his complete and utter acceptance. I needed to confess, I needed to tell him the truth of what happened and the actual extent of my transgressions against him. I needed to tell him the truth about myself so that maybe I would finally be unburdened of the great weight that always pulled me down. And champion that he was, he would have been the perfect person to guide me through the terror in my soul. But to actually tell him I was gay? This I could not do. Instead, I had to learn to live with a terrible secret. For me, growing up gay meant grappling with this shadowy beast every moment of every day. I suppose that if I had grown up in a different place, at a different time, things might have been different. But for whatever reason, it was my lot in life to be stuck where I was. No sunny California for me, and certainly no “golden state.” Despite everything Matt and I shared, homosexuality was a line in the sand, the one indelible mark that remained, no matter how strong the winds of friendship blowing over it. You see, despite his incredible virtues, Matt had accepted the teachings of the Church on the issue, which said that homosexuality was inconsistent with God’s intent for creation, and the teachings of our ultra-conservative hometown, which silently revoked a homosexual’s rights as a human being (where we lived there was no talk of “agenda,” but rather of “conspiracy”). A terrible combination of the sacred with the secular. And I didn’t blame him, for I had accepted these teachings, too, even if my gut didn’t want to concur. More accurately, I had accepted Matt’s accepting them. And why wouldn’t I? Being better, stronger, more deserving in the first place, anything Matt did had the ring of the authentic. He was my teacher and role model. Anything he did or tried to be set the standard to which I would try to conform. Thus, harboring this secret meant that the hatred I knew others would feel for me if they knew the truth turned instantly to self-hatred, a loathing at times so abyssal that nothing you did or could ever do seemed to redeem you from utter damnation. And I’m not talking about God’s damnation. He’s plenty pissed off with a lot of people, and I doubt one more fucked up fag is going to be upgraded to first class on the train to hell. No, I’m talking about the utter contempt that so many people I know feel for homosexuals, a human damnation far worse because it’s so immediately felt, so real, so tangible to the battered heart. I’m talking about what I came to know firsthand. I’m talking about the evil eye, the feeling that one cutting look can give you to make you believe you’re no more than a loathsome thing, that you’re a contemptible malignancy, a blight on decent human society. I’m talking about the kind of hatred that’s wrapped around a black, foul, stinking parcel of death. Forget the everlasting Inferno. Hell is here on earth. In trying to emulate Matt, I was of course a counterfeit. I was a living lie, a falsity made flesh. I was the unseen, ever-present corruption that threatened to contaminate one so beautiful and faultless in my eyes as him. In fact, I was doubly evil: intrinsically fraudulent yet passing myself off as the real thing. Perhaps if I clung to Matt tightly, the greatness of his being would dry up the pollution in my soul the way bright sunlight clears a blemish on the skin. But of course, this was not to be. His sunlight became my shadow, for no matter how hard he loved me, I could only see his hatred for the kind of person I really was lingering in the back of his mind. And, because some part of me would always be loyal to him, I directed that hatred at myself for him. Only my lies prevented his hating me, so I would bring upon myself the contempt that I thought he felt I deserved. I would hate me because Matt, though he didn’t know it, hated me. What a terrible mirrorhouse to live in. What a brutal engine of torture for a seventeen-year-old boy to chain himself to. Of course, this didn’t all hit me on that particular morning. I describe here what slowly developed in our relationship over the next several months as the summer ended and our final school year began. Matt continued to hold me in his embrace, but I grew more and more a ghost to him, slipping through his fingers. To Matt, I became distant, sullen, inexplicably depressed. He tried all the harder to shine down upon me, but it only pushed me further and further into darkness. Eventually, he began to grow disappointed, almost resentful, that I would no longer blossom in his presence. He retreated, sometimes grew irritable, other times became indifferent. In any case, my unhappiness started to effect a downward change in him, only to increase the sting of my guilt. Taking my cue from his disposition, I began to feign happiness again, to make a pretense of the old joy I used to take in his company. I laughed to conceal my heartache, smiled to hide my remorse. Thus I smoothed over the double lie with a third lie, and triply deceived my devoted friend. Smart though he was, Matt had neither the intuition nor the life experience to see me slowly transform into a mere faded image of the boy he grew up with. Convinced by my dumbshow that my spirits were revived, he was ever my champion, good old Matt, the one who stuck with me and lead me through what seemed to him only a passing phase of teenage angst. And then there was alcohol. My champion aided me there as well. It wasn’t just a six-pack and a double shot of bourbon for my birthday. It was soon to be a steady supply. Beer, whiskey, tequila, gin, whatever. I tried it all. In his own good-natured way, Matt felt I needed a bit of enjoyment to break up the pain of whatever was troubling me. I was a good guy, he told me, life was fun, learn to live a little. Be a rebel. Matt drank, too, but managed to maintain a level of moderation. He assumed I was doing the same. As a means of cheering me up, he got us both fake IDs for the new year (by that time my facial hair had really filled in and darkened, and I started to look older, if not quite twenty-one), and I used mine regularly at a liquor store across town where I wouldn’t be recognized and where the owner was only happy to sell if you had the cash. Vodka became my preference, being the easiest to disguise in that it doesn’t leave you stinking of fumes. On weekends I could drink socially with Matt, when everything seemed aboveboard. But during the week, all I knew was that with maybe two, three, sometimes four hits a day, evenly spaced out, I wouldn’t feel the pain. I didn’t need to be sloppy drunk, and I rarely was. But I needed to be painless. And if life was painless, life had all the appearances of being normal and happy. And as you can expect, there was the other brother, too. If Matt was the sun, masking me in an eclipse of lies, Paul was the stars on the other side. With him, there were no lies. I was a faggot, and he accepted that. He might not make an effort to improve me the way Matt did, but being average in all things save baseball, he couldn’t be expected to. In this one thing, I was exactly what he wanted. A willing servant, a sexual attendant who never made counter demands, a devoted pet always grateful for the opportunity to perform. After our first encounter, I sucked on Paul whenever and wherever I could, my addiction to him slowly growing as powerful as my dependence on alcohol. Protecting the convenience and secrecy of our arrangement was his prerogative, of course, and in that regard he was very careful. But whenever he needed me or wanted me, I was there. My house, his house, in the school bathroom, at the ball park, at the movie, in the car, during the day, in the middle of the night, or while he watched TV, while he read a book, while he talked on the phone, or just before he was ready to go to sleep. Basically anytime or anywhere the opportunity presented itself. Riding a buzz or stone sober, I was always eager to suck on Paul’s beautiful, luscious, generous dick, and he was nearly always ready to let me. Paul had interests in things I couldn’t provide, of course, and he dated two or three different girls over the course of the school year. He was a popular guy, never lacking in the company or comfort of others, and dislike it though I may, there was nothing I could do about it. When it came to Paul and women, it always seemed that one relationship ended because another had already begun. I would have preferred that he devoted his attention only to me, but for a time I grew accustomed to this one more disappointment in my imperfect world. To his credit, though, he never stopped calling me, and he seemed comfortable with me because between us there were no misunderstandings, no awkward expectations, no fickle desires. We both had a common goal: bringing Paul to orgasm. That was what mattered and that was what was accomplished between us. As Paul learned that I didn’t need to be coerced into serving him, he realized that he didn’t need to be a domineering prick like the way he was the first two times I blew him. I mean, I didn’t need to be convinced that sucking dick was what was good for me, and my eagerness told him I already knew that. What I needed was a dominating stud, and Paul fit the bill perfectly, always directing how, and when, and where he wanted it. And he dominated me physically, too, giving me plenty of bruised lips and sore tongues, but always a full stomach. Given his age, Paul’s sex drive was almost preternaturally high, so during certain weeks I was sucking him off as frequently as two or three times a day. To a fag like me, all this was a small piece of heaven. By working cooperatively, he was a well-tuned sexual machine, and I was a satisfied, cocksucking cum junkie. As a cum junkie, eating my own wouldn’t do. It simply had no potency. It’s like giving yourself a massage: possible, but not really fulfilling. I was a cum addict, tried and true, and only Paul could produce the magic elixir I so desperately desired. Only Paul’s testicles and prostate could mix it for me. Only Paul’s penis could pour it into my waiting mouth. He was my bartender, I his most frequent customer. It would not be overstating it to say that, over the course of my entire senior year, I drank Paul’s cum by the gallon. In my fantasies, of course, he shot it out like water from a garden hose, enough not just to drink but to bathe in. In real life, he produced a copious load, easily enough for a good tablespoonful, somewhat less on the second or third rounds if we got that far. His balls were large and active, and since he never needed to jack off, I figured there wasn’t a load he spilled, except when he was with one of his girlfriends, that didn’t go down my throat. My own orgasm was never really an issue because, for one, it was of secondary importance to Paul’s, and, for another, it often occurred simultaneously with his. So I could avoid the mess I’d run into the first few times, Paul initially let me take my clothes off while I sucked on him, though he never moved beyond the casual disinterest he showed the first time he saw me naked. But the only problem was that I am a shooter, so after I got my own cum on him one too many times, he gave me an old sock to wear. The elastic was tight enough that with the end of it rolled up to the ankle, I could slip it over my cock and balls without it falling off. Eventually an understanding grew between us that whenever I was with Paul, I’d be wearing his sock. If I forgot, I couldn’t be naked and the stain on my clothes was my own problem. As you can imagine, I came a lot in that sock. Though I produced much less cum per climax than Paul, the sock quickly became yellow, crusty, and foul with layers of my own semen. Nevertheless, I loved wearing it. It’s not that I had a big foot fetish, though Paul had beautiful feet and I loved to rub them and lick them very much, but since it was Paul’s own sock, wearing it made me feel close to him. Often, I’d wear it all day long, relishing the feel of the tight ring around my balls and the coarse embrace surrounding my dick. I quickly learned how to jack off after our first few weeks together, and frequently, especially on those days when Paul for whatever reason was too busy to make me suck him, I’d jack myself into it three or four times, almost crazy with desire for Paul. In fact, jacking off into that sock was the only way I masturbated, and, as I still have it, sometimes I use it even now. Paul’s favorite position was one he’d first assumed with me. I’d lay on my back, with my head tilted backward to make my throat straighten out. Then he’d mount me, leaning forward over my chest and stomach, planting his knees on either side of my head. It was a difficult position to assume on his bed, but sometimes he’d stand at the edge and take me that way, or else we’d do it on the floor. I enjoyed deepthroating him in this position. Generally he’d shoot his load directly into my esophagus, pulling out in time for me to taste the last few spurts. He knew I enjoyed tasting his semen, so I always took that as a sign of his consideration. But my favorite position by far was anything that had me kneeling in front of him. I wanted to look up into his eyes while I sucked on him, look at the ecstasy on his face while he came, and feel his power. Because Matt took frequent, though friendly and casual, interest in my activities and whereabouts, hiding our activities from him sometimes proved difficult, and I had to become adept at lying. Given that I was living several lies, telling them soon proved easy. Eventually, though, Paul and I developed a typical routine in our schedules. Paul’s only sport was baseball, which was not a high school sport and was played only in the summer season, so after school he worked out for an hour or so and then came home. Matt played fall football and spring basketball in addition to baseball, and after school practice for both was generally two or three hours. I didn’t play any sport, but frequently spent an hour or so after school at my Latin tutorial. This meant that Paul and I arrived home about the same time. He would take a shower, call me up, and I’d go over to his room. When Matt arrived home, we were generally long finished. The added benefit of our arrangement was that Paul and I started spending time together nearly every day. We grew more and more comfortable with each other, and, aside from my cocksucking, eventually we were just two guys hanging out, talking about everything under the sun. We weren’t exactly close friends, in that we made plans to do things together, and there was still only one main activity between us, which we didn’t talk about. But we did grow used to each other’s company and began to take an interest in what was going on in each other’s lives. In addition, Matt grew accustomed to seeing us together. When he got home from practice, I was usually there hanging out with Paul. We always let Matt believe that I was there waiting for him, and when he arrived, I’d hang out with Matt and generally not see Paul again until the next day. But Matt did come to see that at least we were relaxed and getting along well together. One particular day stands out as a milestone in the relationship between Paul and me. About three quarters into the school year, in late March, I think, Paul called me on the telephone after a particularly hard workout at the gym and told me to come up to his room. Both Matt and his parents were gone, and he wanted me to come over and suck him off. Sure. No problem. I crossed the street, went up to his room, and found him just out of the shower, completely nude and lying face up on his bed. His head was pressed back into his pillow, thighs spread apart, eyes closed, and he was slowly jacking himself off. “Hi. I kind of started without you,” he said when I walked in. “Now that you’re here, you can take over.” He made no movement, so I figured that he wanted me to blow him just as he was. I got up on the bed, knelt between his legs, and went to work. It was something I had done hundreds of times by now, so I didn’t expect anything beyond the usual routine. However, Paul, who had learned to be very quiet, even to make no noise at all while I blew him, started moaning loudly. I was doing a particularly good job, and this was going to be a particularly abundant release for him. Wanting him to last as long as possible, I took a break from his cock and started licking his balls, another activity I had become particularly fond of. “No, please,” he whimpered. “Don’t stop. Finish me off. Please finish me off.” The sexual rush was almost too much for him, but I continued on my merry way, at my own pace. His pleading became almost unrelenting, and I was afraid he’d sit up and force my head down onto him any second. But he was just too worn out from the workout to exert his authority like he normally did. Instead, he continued to spread his thighs and keep his knees pointed up, giving me clear access. I played tenderly with each testicle, licking, sucking, caressing each one. Paul had hair on his scrotum, of course, but not so much that loose strands always ended up in my mouth, so I loved to twirl the hairs around with my tongue. I also teased him with several long, slow licks, from the bottom of his ball sack to the tip of his raging penis, where I was always rewarded with a few drops of slippery precum. Paul’s whole body quivered in anticipation, and he begged me to finish him off, but I had no desire to hurry him along. Torturing him this way was new to me, and I was enjoying it. Then I discovered something I’d never noticed before. While licking Paul’s testicles, my tongue found its way down to the soft, downy plain between his legs. And I didn’t just use the tip of my tongue. Rather, I stuck it all the way out and pressed it flat against his skin, with my nose pressed hard into his nuts. I slowly rubbed back and forth, lathering the whole area with my saliva. Licking him there was incredibly erotic, and Paul started to go wild, pounding his fists into the bed, jerking his head from side to side. He became an animal, no longer the master, no longer the one in total control. Here was a something new in my whole approach to cocksucking. Before, I had always been the subservient one, bowing to Paul in animal-like submission. But now I had the power. He was under my control, and there was nothing he could do about it. If I stopped, he would be the one to suffer (though he’d be mighty pissed later on). And if I continued, it seemed like my reward to him, not his to me. The implications of it all hit me square in the face. Why hadn’t I realized this before? I stopped licking. Paul sat up almost instantly. “What are you doing?” he shouted. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop! You’ve got to keep going. Please! I’ll do anything you want, just keep going!” To my utter surprise, he was begging me, pleading with me. As though his very fate were in my hands. “You’ll do anything I want?” I asked. He responded immediately. “Yes! Anything! Just don’t stop!” I don’t think Paul really understood in that moment what he’d done. If he were in a normal state of mind, there’s no way he’d agree to do anything I asked. Maybe some things, small things, but not anything. His lust had finally betrayed him, betrayed his lack of control and, so it seemed to me, his momentary dependence. I asked him again, and he renewed his promise, so I continued to lick. Paul continued to go wild. Eventually, he lifted his legs up higher so I could have better access to the tender spot behind his testicles. Then, he simply pulled his thighs to his chest and held them there with his arms. I was shocked. He’d completely exposed his most private area to me, something he’d never done before. It’s like the thing a wolf will do in exposing its belly to a superior member of the pack, something I had seen in films in science class. An unmistakable act of complete deference and total capitulation. Yes, I thought, he will do anything I ask. As you would expect, my tongue eventually found its way into the crack between Paul’s buttocks, and to the quivering rosebud ringed in light blond hairs nestling between them. What I was about to do seemed perfectly natural to me, and I pursued my goal without a moment’s hesitation. First, I teased it playfully, poking it with my tongue and kissing it with my lips. It had a sweet, soapy taste and a scent, like the entirety of Paul’s genitalia, of tangy musk. I dragged my tongue flat against it, and made several long slow licks up his crack and over the back of his balls. Then I made a kind of game of pasting down the curly hairs surrounding this fleshy blossom with my spit, eventually getting them all lined up in a counterclockwise swirl. Finally, I pressed my own lips in a tight seal around these lips, forcefully sucking them and then frenching them with my tongue. With each contraction, Paul kissed me back, inviting me in a way his other mouth could never do. As Paul relaxed, I entered him with ease, pushing myself in as deeply as possible, tonguing the warm, wet recesses of his cherry. He was whimpering and moaning now, squeezing my tongue with each successive gasp, steady tears of overwhelming pleasure rolling from the corners of his eyes into the pillow. Weak with a combination of physical fatigue and desire, Paul was mine, body and mind. I now realize that had I wanted to, I could have fucked him, and part of me wishes that I had. I guess I should have, for that’s certainly one more thing, if done differently, that would have changed the outcome of our relationship together. But that would be to exert a kind of dominance I’d never be capable of, certainly not with Paul anyway. And strangely, while Paul was quaking there in the throes of sexual desire, I felt almost none whatsoever. That sounds bizarre to me even now, but at the time I didn’t even have a hard-on. Instead, I was enraptured by a newfound psychological power, one I was more interested in exploring. I was, of course, still motivated by my desire to pleasure Paul and bring him to orgasm, but for the first time, I was the active, rather than the passive, partner in the endeavor. Yes, Paul was going to get off that day, but I was going to see it done my way. His semen would find its way out when I wanted it to, not when Paul did. I was in control, and he was at my mercy. So I slobbered up the first two fingers of my left hand and penetrated him as deeply as I could. I gave him no warning, no time to prepare. Just slipped in up to my knuckles. “Oh, fuck!” Paul shouted, trying to lift his head so he could see what was going on. “What are you doing? What are you doing?” There was a great deal of fear in his voice, and he pushed hard in an attempt to force me out. But we’d crossed a frontier, one he never thought possible before, and finding himself on the other side, Paul realized there was no chance of turning back. The pain he felt was evident on his face, and now the tears really began to flow. His dick quickly went soft, and he broke out in a shaky voice, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...” I reassured him in a calm, comforting voice: “Shhh... you’re going to be okay. Just hold still and relax. This will feel great.” I parted my fingers and twisted my wrist a little to make him feel the depth of my invasion, to make him realize the extent of his powerlessness. Paul was a trooper. He stayed on his back and kept his thighs pressed into his chest, tightly hugging his knees for the difficult ride ahead. I did everything by instinct, having no prior familiarity with this myself, but I was able to make Paul’s first experience of penetration a pleasant one. I started slowly at first. Paul, having never been so violated, was naturally tight, and he continued to instinctively clench his muscles together to try to repel my intrusion. In an effort to calm him down, I used my right hand to stroke his folded legs, rub his sides, and caress his cock and balls. I continued to reassure him in a soothing voice that everything was going to be all right. I told him what a stud I thought he was, how beautiful his body was to me, how much I enjoyed pleasuring him. Never once did I pull my fingers all the way out, though I know Paul desperately wanted me to at first. But eventually, he began to relax as the pain melted into pleasure once again, and his body began to lubricate its unexpected invader. I loosened him up, found the firmness of his prostate, and slowly stroked his returning erection. When he was fully hard, Paul began to rock himself back and forth, pushing my fingers further in and gently slipping his cock through the loosely clenched fist of my right hand. His moans of ecstasy returned, and soon he simply grunted like an animal in heat, a creature responding only to the imperative of his lust. Eventually, I figured out how to grab on to the base of Paul’s pelvis, my first two fingers inside of him and wedged against his prostate, and my thumb pressed up into the base of his cock and balls on the outside. In this way, I finger-fucked him with unrelenting vigor, jabbing my thumb into his ball sack and bringing him to the point of painful exhaustion. His anal lips were blood red and beginning to chafe, and the head and shaft of his cock, which except for his precum I’d been jacking dry, nearly the same. I was ready for Paul to shoot his load. The whole time I was on my knees. Briskly, I worked Paul into an orgasm, waiting to the very last moment to lean forward to engulf his cock in the warm, wet recesses of my mouth. I enjoyed swallowing this load almost more than any other, mainly because there was so much of it. He blew instantly, his prostrate contracting against the tips of my fingers, his asshole squeezing around them as hard as it could, his piss slit gaping open against the roughness of my tongue as it vomited out an unrelenting flood of blindly determined sperm. Paul threw his feet down into the bed and lifted his hips upward, ramming his cock further into my mouth and my fingers even harder into his prostate. His eyes were as japanese as they could possibly be, his fists and toes clenched tight, his mouth wide open, and his diaphragm fighting to steal a few short, jerky inhalations. Then Paul just screamed, a great, shrieking, ear-piercing wail, louder than I expected, loud enough to be heard in the street. A passerby would have thought someone had just been murdered, and I’m sure someone out there must have taken pause. His balls were as tight up against his body as I’d ever seen, his prostate jerking itself toward collapse, the filling of each spewing out into my mouth. Paul emptied out everything he had to give, following up with half a dozen dry heaves. It was without a doubt the most explosive climax of his entire life. What’s more, this was the first time anyone had penetrated Paul, and I did so without his permission. Given the way he responded, both of us could come to only one momentous and inescapable conclusion: Paul loved every second of it. When his orgasm was over, Paul was completely overwhelmed. He dropped his hips to the bed, my fingers still inside him and my lips still surrounding his rock hard cock, and grabbed the pillow from beneath his head. He was gasping for breath, yet with both arms he smothered his face. And then I heard what sounded like muffled sobs. It surprised me, and at first I thought I’d injured him. But I quickly realized the reason for his reaction: he had reached, and surpassed, his physical, sexual, and emotional limits. The power, and pleasure, of his release was simply beyond expectation, and what seemed to be the entire content of his heart came flowing out. I had been a good boy, more so than ever before. He’d risen above the limits of his own physical awareness, soared blissfully among the clouds, and been annihilated by his descent into oblivion. Facilitating that process, serving him in that way, fulfilled me more than anything in life ever had. I felt vigorous and alive, as though there was cum coursing through my veins. To me, now no barriers remained between us, for nothing could be more intimate than the knowledge of Paul I know possessed. He had no secrets greater than what I’d just seen, nothing more private than what now lay exposed. Immensely pleased with my work, I swallowed the remainder of his cum, slipped my fingers from his body, and used his bath towel, still clinging to the corner of his bed, to wipe them clean of mucous and a little blood. Then I took Paul in my arms and held him as he collected himself, cradling him into my body the way Matt had done to me. His entire body was slick with sweat, and as he cooled, he began to tremble a little. I wrapped the bed sheet around us, and he curled up into me in a fetal position. Paul seemed as weak and as vulnerable as a baby. Muscular and heavy against me, but so exposed and so beautiful in his nakedness. As I rocked him, rubbed his body, kissed his head tenderly, and stroked his hair, he wrapped his arms around me and drifted off to sleep. In allowing himself to be so completely vulnerable, so completely free and beyond shame, Paul gave me one of the most significant experiences of my life. I had discovered a kind of personal telos in it all, a deep meaningfulness at the very core of my existence. And the paradox of it all was what emerged in my noumenal conceptualization of Paul. Whereas before he appeared godlike to me, how utterly normal he now seemed. How unreservedly human. I couldn’t help but watch him as he slept and repeat his name over and over in my mind. My beautiful Paul. My love, my love. My love, Paul. Look for “Chapter Six. Mutually Agreeable Positions.” Comments may be sent to paulsgoodboy@hotmail.com. Author’s Note: This chapter takes us about midway through “A Service Out of the Ordinary, Part One.” Many thanks to those of you who have taken the time to read and respond. I write back to everyone who writes to me (except some bastard in the UK who put this email address on a solicitation list). Reaction to the story has been both encouraging and disapproving, to which, on both accounts, I can only say that the story speaks for itself. I hope you like it, but if you don’t... well, read something else. Much more is to come in the lives of these characters, both good and bad—so I guess there will be something for everyone. If you're in for the long haul, like me, I only hope you find it worth your time the way I do. Also, if you’re checking this thread frequently for new chapters, I generally post on the weekends, about every week or two. But the next chapter may be a long time in coming, as I’ve been pretty sick recently and want to focus my energy on getting better, finishing my medication, avoiding pneumonia, etc. Cheers.

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Service Out of the Ordinary Chapter Eight Notice: The following account depicts homosexual acts between consenting persons and is intended for mature readers only. Exercise your own judgment, in consultation with the appropriate laws and moral standards of your community, in deciding whether or not to read this work. While this story depicts significant events in the lives of certain individuals, readers are cautioned not to assume that their experiences are in any way representative of those of most homosexuals. Any connection between persons named herein and real persons, living or dead, is vigorously denied. Comments may be sent to paulsgoodboy@hotmail.com. This story may not be copied or distributed without the express written consent of the author. Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved. Chapter Eight. What Comes to a Head Naked truths, unexpected discoveries. I had no satisfying answers, try as I might. Outside of Paul, my life seemed without purpose, without meaning. Who am I? Nobody. What am I doing? Whatever Paul wants. Could I ever stop being what I am? Not even if my life depends on it. Over the next couple of weeks, up through, I guess, about the middle of May, I saw Paul only at school, only in passing. Paul couldn’t stop by my house after school because, as punishment for being late to practice, his coach required him to show up early from now on and run laps around the bases to prove his enthusiasm for the team. It seemed harsh at the time—and it was harsh, I guess—but now it’s kind of funny to imagine Paul running laps as the other guys showed up. It must have been at least a little embarrassing for Paul, even if no one ever knew the real reason he had been late. But mulling that reason over in his mind probably had something to do with the fact that he didn’t call me, even in the evenings or on weekends, both times he didn’t have practice. And when I did see Paul at school, he rarely made eye contact, and then only for a split second. Once we passed in the hall when no one either of us knew was around, and he didn’t even say hello. I knew Paul had seen me, and he knew I saw him, but he refused to even glance in my direction as we passed, almost as if he was deliberately not looking at me. After that happened, I began to sense that something was bothering him. Something new was bothering me, too. More accurately, someone new. I had been used to briefly seeing Paul with this or that girl in the halls, and I knew that on weekend nights he was often out on a date or something, but a few days later I began to see him with one particular girl, a new girlfriend and one of the most popular cheerleaders in the school. I really couldn’t overstate this girl’s qualifications for being titled the school’s most desired starlet. She was a sophomore, and Matt had simply gushed over her since she entered high school, as had most guys. I could see that she was a pretty girl, that she had the right parts arranged in the right way, but the way Matt talked about her, you’d have thought an angel descended. Being a fag, I don’t really know how to describe her in such a way that conveys the attention she commanded from nearly every guy in school, but she was definitely one of those girls who, when I was in the company of other guys, I had to pretend to be attracted to. When Paul started dating her in the final weeks of the school year, he immediately ascended to the top of the otherwise rigid social scale. Being an attractive and accomplished athlete, he was already counted among the best. Dating the school’s most desired cheerleader, who had been relentlessly courted by seniors no less, made him the envy of even these. The whole thing made me envious, too, but for different reasons. The first time I saw them together in the hallway outside the cafeteria, Paul’s arm wrapped around her, pearly white teeth gleaming from both their faces, a gaggle of devoted friends arrayed in front of them, all laughter and adoration, they seemed to form a perfect tableau of the sort of untouchable “beautiful people” the social mores of our school encouraged us to emulate. I watched this little group step through the doors of the cafeteria with a mixture of jealousy, anger, shame, and horror, knowing that never, even in the most unimaginable of circumstances, would I share in the sort of eminence they enjoyed—the sort I hated, but couldn’t help but concede was “normal.” After a few minutes, Paul noticed me standing some distance away, looking like I’d been shot clean through and was only a moment away from falling in a slump to the floor, and I’m convinced he recognized the hurt my eyes undoubtedly conveyed. He glanced at me only for a second or two, as if an invisible but impenetrable barrier lay between us, then shepherded his little group in through the doors. If I tell you I didn’t feel like eating for the next few days, I don’t think it will come as a surprise. When I asked Matt, casually of course, about where Paul met his new girlfriend, he had plenty to say about it, more, in fact, than what I was ready to hear. We had been to see a new movie one Sunday night—Oliver Stone’s “The Doors,” which I really liked—and we were sitting in his car in front of his house, in the dark, drinking a few beers. “So, I saw Paul the other day in the hall. I guess now you’ll never get your chance with Kelly Aaronson.” Matt had recently broken up with his girlfriend—Sarah, I think her name was—and was kind of half-heartedly looking around, but I’d been hearing a lot from him about Kelly over the past few weeks. “Yeah, that lucky bastard. Kelly’s the hottest girl in school, if you ask me.” “So you’ve mentioned. Lots of people say that, though.” “Yeah, well, lots of people are right. I guess I never really had a chance, anyway. If she’d decided to date a senior, I know I probably wouldn’t have made the short list. Besides, we’re graduating and moving on soon. We got us some hot college babes to look forward to!” Matt gave me a playful slap on my arm with the back of his hand, followed up by his award-winning smile. I attempted to respond in kind, trying to think of something to say, but Matt followed up with, “Hey, man, three beers left. Drink up, or you’ll fall behind!” I quickly swallowed the last few gulps and accepted the fresh can Matt offered. He seemed not to realize that he was one up on me, that I’d deliberately been holding back tonight. Normally a strict equalitarian, he cracked open another for himself and continued to drink. We sat in silence for a few minutes before I got the courage to continue. “So, how long has all that been going on?” “All what been going on?” I swallowed the hard lump in my throat. “Paul and Kelly.” “Oh, fuck all that,” Matt said in mock annoyance, but then he continued. “I guess I should be happy about it, though. They’ve been together just a few weeks, I guess. No, wait. He asked her out on the twenty-sixth, I think. Yeah, cause that was her birthday or whatever”—I made a quick mental calculation and tried not to react: the twenty-sixth was two days before Paul was last with me—“but the really funny thing about it is that he never would have done it if not for me. Can you beat that?” “Wha... what?” “I mean that Paul’s really shy around girls, despite what everyone thinks, and he came to me for advice about it. I don’t think he would even have set his sights on Kelly if I hadn’t put the idea in his mind.” I was amazed beyond belief and took several full swallows of my beer. “We’re talking about Paul, right, I mean, your brother, Paul? He dates girls all the time!” “Yeah, but it never goes anywhere. They date a few weeks or so, and then they break up. I asked him what was the matter, he says it just never works out, I press him some, and he tells me he gets nervous. And would you believe Paul’s never been beyond second base with a girl? He said that when things get serious, he always gets performance anxiety or whatever and can’t go through with it. Can you believe it? It’s crazy.” He paused to take a drink. “Anyway, he’s worried it reflects badly on his manhood. I really laughed when he told me that.” What the fuck? I was nothing but silent now and looked at him with utter disbelief. Matt just revealed that a great many things I’d assumed about my world and the people in it were totally wrong. He might as well have added that he thought Boy George was cool and his parents were Soviet spies. Have I been kidnapped by fucking aliens and been the subject of some evil experiment for the past year? “Don’t look at me like that, it’s true! And don’t you say anything about it, because Paul would kill me!” “I... I’m just really surprised, that’s all,” I stammered. “I mean, you know, the way he acts and all.” I drained the can in my hand. “Yeah, most people would be, too, but it’s mostly what people think is true rather than what’s actually true that counts, you know”—yeah, that’s one thing I know for sure, Matt—“but Paul’s been worried that he’ll get a bad rep if he doesn’t find somebody to stick it out long term with. Kelly was ready for that, too. I mean, I kind of had the inside scoop on Kelly, cause I know her sister Laura. So we talked, and I put it in her head that Paul and Kelly would be a good idea. She agreed—you want to split this last beer?—and it only took us a week or so to prep them and arrange an opportunity for them to get to know each other. So far it’s worked out great. I just hope it lasts, but I think it will this time. Kelly’s a really nice girl, and you’d have to be a total fag not to want her for yourself.” Matt slurped the foam from the top of the can he opened and took a short swallow before handing it to me. I chugged down a few ounces in quick succession. Matt’s words, though somewhat slurred, pierced me like an ice pick. The wound they left is that deep, sucking chest one called heartache. But heartkill would be more accurate. I forced myself to spit out a response. “Geez, I thought you and Paul didn’t get along, and now you’re telling me you’ve been playing matchmaker for him.” “Hey, we may not always see eye to eye, but we’re still brothers, you know. There are some things we still talk about, and besides, his attitude has improved a lot this year. I may not know about everything he does, but I know all about his love life. And no matter what, if he needs me, I’m there to help.” Matt the champion. His goodness would be my undoing. I could just see it all now. Because of him, Paul would end up leaving me forever. Nothing made Matt happier, it seemed, than having a project by which he felt he was doing good. Why, after all, had he been a friend to me all these years? Certainly not for my sharp wit and charismatic good humor. And now he had a new project to work on, one which, for once, his support had been invited. He’d be sure to see it carried through, no matter what it took, to his own satisfaction—and the benefit, approval, and undying thanks of all parties involved, of course. Now when I looked at Matt, my ever-loyal best friend, I felt not the limitless guilt to which I’d grown accustomed, but an invincible cloud of doom. The wheels in Matt’s head continued to turn. I knew some perfect plan was brewing in that alcohol-clogged brain of his. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, turning in his seat to address me face to face. In his somewhat drunken state, the normal dictates of decorum went on suspension, and he put one hand on my shoulder and the other—at first I thought he was reaching for the beer we were supposed to be sharing—on my wrist. Oh god, here it comes, I thought. “It’s our senior year, you know, and we need to go out with a bang. And I’d feel it personally remiss of me if I didn’t do something to help you get through first base. Laura just happens to be single, and I know this friend of hers, you know, Tracy Lockman, who I know you’d like a lot. We’ll round up a few other couples, including Paul and Kelly, and go to the Prom together! What do you think? It’ll be great! You’ll love it!” Matt had an annoying habit of sometimes answering his own questions when he got excited. But what could I say? Fate held me in its iron claws and was going to crush me like a bug. It seemed the drama of my life was going to play out like some kind of twisted Greek tragedy, so I might as well surrender myself to the grinding wheels of necessity. “Yeah, sure. That sounds great.” I gulped down the last remaining ounces from the can in my hand, and felt far more sober than I wanted to. The Senior Prom at our school was always held on the last weekend before graduation weekend, something I’ve come to find out is unusual among American high schools. Officially, it was known as the BSHS Spring Formal (yes, we went to BS High) and though it was always in mid-June, it was technically still during spring. Anyone could go, but among the students it was known as the Senior Prom, and its theme, music, and featured activities were considered to be under the exclusive control of that class. Compared to the intellectual focus of a graduation ceremony and the moral focus of a baccalaureate service, which in my town still retained all the religious overtones such things typically lack nowadays, the American senior prom is supposed to be the culmination and proving ground of all our long years of training in the wholesome ways of heterosexuality. Ours reinforced the idea with a “Moonlight Moments” theme, and had this picture of a couple kissing under the night sky, full moon and all, on all the promotional posters. The prom is something at which your attendance, though not mandated, is certainly expected, and I dreaded it with loathing. Going to the prom was a role I simply wouldn’t be able to play. I had no idea what I’d be expected to do or say, so I expected to expose myself as an interloper, like some hapless Actaeon stumbling into Diana’s bath. Surely here, it seemed, I would be torn apart once and for all, if not necessarily by a pack of hunting hounds, then by something just as powerful: the dogged social scrutiny of my peers. Even worse, I expected it would happen in front of Matt, the actual if unacknowledged conscience of the graduating class, and Paul, the boy I still loved with every fiber of my being. As it turned out, my exposure didn’t happened in quite such a public way, but it did inevitably happen, and certain events surrounding the prom had a significant role in that. If you want to read further, let me be clear about something: things get much worse before they get better. Life is sometimes like that, is it not? What follows here and in the next few chapters is painful to remember and difficult to write about. I don’t know but that it might be just as tricky to read. Well, dear friend, you have read the long prelude to my demise. See now the principal acts of this stage show unfold before you. Since I already know how this bit plays out, I’m just going to duck out into the lobby of our little theatre and get some Raisinettes and a Coke. Maybe take a piss and step out under the marquee to get some air. Don’t worry, though, I’ll be back by the end. Ah, I see the lights have dimmed and the curtain is going up. So begins “The Forbidden Fruit, a Deracination in Three Acts.”—Oh, and if you should decide you want your ticket refunded, don’t come to me. Take it up with the Management. ACT ONE CHARACTERS (in order of appearance): MATT, leader of the group, aged eighteen PAUL, his devastatingly handsome and strikingly mature brother, aged sixteen The FAGGOT, friend of Matt, erstwhile secret lover of Paul, presumed by most to be someone “nice,” aged seventeen LAURA, Matt’s date, friendly and outgoing, aged eighteen KELLY, her sister, Paul’s eagerly affectionate date, reputed to be stunningly attractive, recently aged sixteen TRACY, friend of Laura, reluctantly set up with someone “nice,” aged seventeen MARK, friend of Matt, darkly brooding, something of an Anglophile, appealingly muscular and impeccably dressed, aged eighteen Other roles filled as needed: ONLOOKERS and COUPLES of various sorts SCENE: The main ballroom of a sixties-era, functionally “upscale” hotel in a large town somewhere in the American West, the sort of tacky establishment that over-starches the linens in guest rooms and smells of varying degrees of scented dank and chlorinated water, depending on how close one is to the indoor pool. The B— S— High School Spring Formal is in progress. The ballroom is cavernous and boxy, of about the same square footage as a large gymnasium, and carpeted in a red diamond pattern. A tasteless assortment of artificial ferns and palms flank the outer walls. At one end, opposite the main entrance, is a temporary stage on which a tolerably decent local band plays rock and roll hits from the eighties and very early nineties. In front of the stage is a temporary pressed wood dance floor, flanked on three sides by standard round flattops and padded chairs. The tables are covered in white cloths. On either side of the room are a buffet of greasy fried foods and a series of closely chaperoned punch bowls. The atmosphere is raucous and the music loud. Several hundred teenagers are engaged in dancing, shouting, laughing, or in many cases, making out, and all are dressed in formal attire of widely divergent taste, style, and disarray. The room is completely dark except for the jarring combination of an enormous disco ball over the dance floor, strobe and mood lights surrounding the stage, and electric candles on each of the tables. Action begins in medias res at one of the tables occupied by Matt and Paul in the center of the room. MATT: (In mock complaint) The girls are gonna take forever in the bathroom, but I guess it gives us a few minutes to compare notes. So, tell me how it’s going with Kelly. Laura told me earlier about how she’s so (teasingly) in love with you. PAUL: (Awkwardly enthusiastic and a little embarrassed) Yeah, she is pretty nice. It could definitely go somewhere. (His enthusiasm wanes at a new thought, which appears to leave him preoccupied.) I just wish things were better all around. MATT: (Surprised) Paul, what’s the matter? You’re having a good time, right? PAUL: (Looking through the crowd in the direction of the FAGGOT, who is at the punch table with three glasses) Yeah, I’m fine. I was just wondering if he is. The way he looks, you’d think we were at a funeral. He said hardly anything at dinner. MATT: He’s all right. I think he’s just nervous about Tracy and all. I think she’s a nice girl, and I’m hoping he’ll get a little action. That’s why I picked her, anyway. She got him to talk and open up some on the way here. PAUL: Yeah, I know. I just don’t think he’s cut out for this sort of thing, you know. I just hope you know what you’re doing. MATT: It’ll be fine. He doesn’t need to talk to her now, just dance with her. PAUL: Here’s hoping. I’ll bet the girls are talking about him right now, too. MATT: Probably. (Thoughtfully) Sometimes I just can’t figure out what’s wrong, but at other times he seems okay. It’s always up and down with him, and I don’t know why. PAUL: (After a silence) Well, here he comes, so... (The FAGGOT approaches, carrying three large glasses in his hands. He looks as though shadowed in a cloud of doom, and his eyes have the distant vacancy of what could be either the resignation of a convict facing impending execution, or advanced intoxication. Weaving through the crowd, he makes eye contact with the two brothers, quickly glancing from one to the other, and surmises they’ve been talking about him. Upon reaching the table, he hands over their punch and, still standing, as if to mock the awkward silence with which they greet him, pulls a small bottle of whiskey, half full, from the pocket of his tuxedo, and in full view of everyone, empties the contents into his own glass. MATT: (Angry, but with surprise and good humor) What the fuck are you doing? Sit down before someone sees you! You’ll get us all thrown out of here, you idiot! FAGGOT: (To himself, somewhat slurred) Whatever... who the fuck gives a damn what they do anymore. MATT: Give me that. (He reaches for the FAGGOT’s bottle and glass, who makes a half-hearted attempt to hang on to them.) I didn’t realize how drunk you are. (He hides the bottle in his own jacket pocket.) (To PAUL) Give me your glass. (Taking PAUL’s glass, he proceeds to equally distribute the vodka in the FAGGOT’s glass between his own and PAUL’s, both of which contain red punch. The FAGGOT’s glass now empty, he stands.) (To the FAGGOT) I’m cutting you off, partner. You and Mr. Daniels know each other a little too well tonight. (To PAUL) Keep him away from ours while I go refill his... and see if he’s got any more on him. Fuck, I hope he doesn’t pass out on us before he’s even had a chance. PAUL: (To MATT) Yeah, okay. (PAUL and the FAGGOT suffer a long silence between them while MATT makes his way toward the punch line. After an increasingly uncomfortable period, during which he seems to become even more attractive than he already is, PAUL speaks.) Do you have any more on you? FAGGOT: Fuck you. PAUL: What? FAGGOT: You heard me, asshole. Fuck you. PAUL: (Challenging him) What’s your problem? I didn’t do anything to you. FAGGOT: (Accusingly) It’s not what you did, it’s what you didn’t do that pisses me off. What you wouldn’t do, I should say. (ONLOOKERS at a nearby table overhear only snippets of the conversation, but sense its tone easily. A female voice is heard: What’s wrong with them? To which a male one responds: Oh, he’s just drunk, I think, and Paul’s trying to calm him down. Come on, let’s catch this next dance.) PAUL: (After waiting for the ONLOOKERS to depart) What the fuck’s the matter with you? (He leans in and reaches out a hand. Whispers) What do you mean what I wouldn’t do? FAGGOT: (Looking away, deeply hurt by something) Don’t touch me, Paul. (Bitterly angry, but not wanting to discuss what is really on his mind) You said you’d call, but you never did. PAUL: (Confusedly) What? What are you talking about? FAGGOT: (Self-righteously) The last time we saw each other, which has been like seven weeks ago or something. Don’t tell me you don’t remember, cause I was fucking there, so I know you know what I’m talking about! PAUL: (Thinks for a few seconds, then remembers) You’re pissed about that? Come on, you know things have been going on, that I couldn’t come by after school anymore. FAGGOT: (His voice rising) Yes, I do know things have been going on! I know all about things going on! (Tears break down his cheeks, then quietly, as if painful to admit) I could smell the perfume... You’re supposed to be making love to me, not trying to fuck her. (He gestures to an empty chair next to PAUL.) PAUL: (Defensively) What? You don’t now anything about that! FAGGOT: (Loudly) Yes I do! You’re a virgin, Paul! You’re just trying to get yourself laid quick so you can tell yourself you are what you want to be! And aren’t what you know you are! (He wipes tears from his face. After a pause, he is quieter, and trying hard to make sense.) Well, I don’t have that luxury, Paul. I am what I am! You said so yourself, so I thought you understood that. I thought you accepted it, but maybe it’s that you wanted to take advantage of it, until it started to feel too good and you were thinking about it too much. Well it’s all I think about. You’re all I think about. As much as I hate you right now, I love you, and I’m in love with you. I know it’s not what you want, but you’ve got it anyway! (They sit in silence for a minute or two, PAUL staring ahead with a shocked, almost frightened, look on his face. The FAGGOT continues to wipe away tears, but looks downward in shame and fear. He alternately wipes his eyes and cradles his head. When he seems to have calmed down a bit, he reaches out for PAUL’s glass and, unchallenged, drains its contents. There are no more words between them. Appearing suddenly through a break in the noisy crowd, MATT appears holding two glasses in his hands.) MATT: (To both) What’s going on here? Somebody told me you were having some kind of argument or something. (He looks at PAUL, who gestures with a sideways nod of his head toward the FAGGOT, who sees neither of them. MATT evinces a knowing look, nods, and speaks to the FAGGOT.) Here, take these. I want you to drink them both. FAGGOT: (Defeated) All right. (He drinks.) (MATT, still standing between the two, looks up and sees the approach of LAURA, KELLY, and TRACY. They have returned from the restroom and appear to be a little tipsy, but they are enjoying themselves.) MATT: Come on you two, it’s time for the fun now, and (to the FAGGOT) that includes dancing. We brought these ladies out to show them a good time, and that’s what we’re going to do. Paul, stop looking like you’ve wet your pants. (To the FAGGOT again) And you, buddy, are gonna do all right. This isn’t as scary as you make it seem, so just relax. (Trying to encourage him) You’re doing fine, and I think Tracy kind of likes you, so just act like you’re having a good time. FAGGOT: (Looking at PAUL) Yeah, okay. I’ll dance with her. (With biting sarcasm) And maybe later I can fuck her, too, just to prove what a man I am. LAURA: (Approaching) Hey, boys, you ready to do a little dancing (she puts her arm around MATT’s waist) and shake that sexy thang? MATT: (Still taken aback by the FAGGOT’s last remark) Uh... Yeah, of course! Let’s do it. (A little apprehensively) Guys? (KELLY approaches PAUL and sits on his lap, clouding them both in the wretched scent of lavender. TRACY stands by the FAGGOT, who doesn’t acknowledge her.) KELLY: Hey, sexy. PAUL: (Glancing toward the FAGGOT, but addressing the girl) Hey, baby. (She takes his head in her hands and kisses him full on the lips. It is a long kiss, full of the overworked passion of a nubile girl. The FAGGOT, disgusted, watches with gritted teeth.) FAGGOT: (Standing and taking TRACY by the hand) You ready for this? (The FAGGOT, stinking of drink, pulls her close, her waist to his, and wraps his arms around her. Surprised by his embrace, she tries to speak, but he pulls her even closer and forces a sloppy kiss in the middle of her face. The others look on with unbelieving surprise and shock. TRACY, most stunned of all, pulls back from the FAGGOT, but he continues to hold her next to him.) TRACY: Good god, what have you been drinking? FAGGOT: You should ask him (gestures to PAUL). But believe me, you really don’t want to know. Come on. (He takes her forcibly by the wrist and drags her through the crowd to the dance floor, leaving the others behind. They watch awkwardly, then all turn to look at PAUL, who watches a few seconds longer before turning to meet their gaze. He knows but cannot speak.) MARK: (Approaching through the crowd, drunk) Hey, lads, how’s it going? (Looking at MATT, then PAUL) Wow, what’s with the long faces? (Receiving no answer, his hand fumbles in his jacket pocket.) Say, I’m all smoked out. Chance either one of you has a fag? ACT TWO SCENE: The same evening, four hours later. The principal group, accompanied by five or six other COUPLES, have retreated to the Lockman residence. Tracy’s parents, who are inexplicably wealthy, are conveniently out of town. The house is large and sprawling, perched on a low ridge overlooking more neighborhoods below. The interior is adorned with the predictable accoutrements of a highly successful suburban lifestyle. Those present freely move about the various areas of the house. All are still dressed in formal attire, but sweaty and tired. The boys have removed their jackets, bowties, and cummerbunds, and unbuttoned the tops of their shirts. The girls feign the same radiance they possessed earlier in the evening, but all are somewhat intoxicated and their hair is starting to come undone. Action begins shortly after the group have arrived. They gather in the living room, seating themselves around a large coffee table adorned with highball glasses, rum, ice, two large bottles of Coke, and a large pitcher of water. FAGGOT: (Drunk and to no one in particular) I’m going out to get some air. (He retrieves a glass of ice and Coke, without rum, and steps through a pair of glass doors into the darkness of a porch beyond. He closes the doors behind himself. MATT watches the FAGGOT depart.) MATT: So, Tracy, you having a good time? TRACY: Yeah, I guess so, but he’s a little weird. Somebody owes me for this, you know. MATT: Look, I’m sorry he got a little too drunk, but hey, who isn’t? I guess I could have kept a closer eye on him, though. LAURA: (While mixing drinks) Well, you’re not his keeper, Matt. At least, you shouldn’t be. KELLY: What’s the deal with him, anyway? It seems like he doesn’t get out much. MATT: Look, he’s my friend, since we were little, and you shouldn’t be so harsh. His parents are divorced, and his mom works a lot, so I keep an eye on him. LAURA: I didn’t know that. What happened to his dad? MATT: It’s not really important. All that matters is that it’s a good thing he isn’t around anymore. PAUL: Come on, you people act like there’s something wrong with him, and there isn’t. So he isn’t the most outgoing person you know. So what. He’s a nice guy once you get to know him, so just give him a chance. MATT: Thank you, Paul. That’s just what I was trying to get at. Anyway, let’s pass out those drinks. I’m getting thirsty. (The group breaks out into small conversations, and various COUPLES arrange themselves about the house, engaged in various activities—talking, playing pool, listening to music, dancing, and the like. MATT follows TRACY over to a large stereo CD player, over which hangs a family portrait.) MATT: These your folks, then? TRACY: Yeah. (With emphasis) And their baby. (She selects a CD and sets the stereo to random play. Tracks from New Order’s Substance album come on, beginning with “Perfect Kiss.”) I guess I was about three or four then. MATT: You were a cute kid. TRACY: Thanks. MATT: Still are. TRACY: Well, aren’t you a gentleman. MATT: Yeah, I try. So anyway, except for the one right after we showed up at prom, has he kissed you yet? TRACY: I knew you had a reason for coming over here. So what do you want? MATT: Nothing. I just want to know how things are going, you know. (Jokingly) If I’m going to owe you for this evening, I just want to know how much. TRACY: (Laughs.) Things have been fine, really. Dinner was nice, the flowers were nice. He didn’t grope me while we danced. And except for the little incident, he doesn’t act like he expects me to put out. MATT: (Smiling) Yeah, I’m sorry about that... TRACY: (Laughing) Shame on you! MATT: No, really, I mean the incident. It wasn’t exactly a “perfect kiss,” was it. He and Paul were having some kind of argument, and I guess he just got carried away. You know how guys are when we get together, trying to act all macho and stuff. TRACY: (With mock exasperation) Tell me about it. (Seriously) But that’s just it, you know, he doesn’t act all macho. I think he’s really sensitive and just has a hard time letting it out. MATT: There you go, now you know him like I do. Once you give him your trust, he’ll give you his. You just have to get to know him a little, that’s all. TRACY: Well, what little I know is not all that bad. And he is kind of cute. MATT: Yeah? TRACY: Yeah. You should tell him to smile more. I’ve seen it, like, only twice, but he has the most beautiful smile. And those eyes, they’re the darkest blue I’ve ever seen, so mysterious and vulnerable at the same time. Makes a girl wonder what’s behind them. MATT: (Teasingly) Hmm, I think we may have something here. Am I to understand that love blooms? Answer softly, now. Cupid awaits! TRACY: (Laughs) You know, Matt, though you’re trying to set me up, you might just charm me yourself instead. It’s a good thing that Laura found you first. MATT: (Smiling) Yeah, well, speaking of that, I’d better not leave her alone too long. (He looks around the room.) Oh god, there she is speaking to Mark. Who knows what secrets he’s spilling. TRACY: Got a few skeletons in your closet, do you? MATT: (Joking again) Why, what did you hear? Those are strictly Halloween props, and the cops never proved anything. Conclusively, anyway! TRACY: (Laughs again) All right, go. I’ll be fine. MATT: Yeah, okay. Don’t worry, I’ll go find your lost Romeo and tell him to keep you company. (MATT waves at LAURA and mouths something to her, motioning toward the glass doors. She gives him an understanding nod and continues to talk with MARK. He steps out onto the porch and finds the FAGGOT, alone, sitting on a wooden bench.) MATT: Hey, buddy. What’s up? FAGGOT: (Staring ahead) Just getting some air. MATT: So you said. (Pause) I’ve been talking with Tracy. FAGGOT: And? MATT: You passed. She likes you. FAGGOT: (Sarcastically) Wonderful. MATT: What’s up with you, man? You could at least try to work with me here instead of being so sullen all the time. FAGGOT: (Looks up, suddenly angry) I’m not your goddamn charity project, Matt! Why can’t you leave me the fuck alone for once in my life? MATT: (Stunned) Well, fuck me for giving a damn about my friends! Maybe I should just cut you adrift and let you sink on your own! FAGGOT: Oh, and you’re so sure that’s what would happen, are you? I don’t need your help, and I sure as hell don’t need your patronizing! (They are silent for a few minutes, while the FAGGOT continues to brood and MATT takes a few deep breaths to check his anger.) MATT: What’s going on between you and Paul? (The FAGGOT opens his mouth to speak, but MATT cuts him off.) MATT: Look, I know you were arguing and I’m going to find out from one of you sooner or later, so you might as well tell me now. You’re my best friend, and he’s my brother. This isn’t something you can keep from me. FAGGOT: (Straightforwardly) There’s nothing, okay? Really. (As if speaking to himself) That’s it: nothing. (Another long silence. MATT sits next to the FAGGOT.) MATT: Okay, we don’t have to talk about it now. Look, I’m sorry for upsetting you. I just wish you’d tell me what’s wrong. I only want to help you. FAGGOT: That’s just it, Matt. Why is there always something wrong with me according to you? No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I’m never good enough for the Clements brothers. I can never measure up to the standards you and Paul set. MATT: That’s not true, and I don’t accept it for a minute. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t change a thing of who you are. FAGGOT: Don’t be so sure. MATT: (Continuing) No, it’s true. And it’s not like we’re in competition, here. FAGGOT: (His voice rising) Yeah, because I always lose. I always have, and I’m always going to. Why don’t you just face the facts, Matt. You’re betting on a lame horse that’s one lap away from being put down. Don’t you see? The race is over, finished. You and people like you, you’re the winners because the race was set up with you in mind. But me, I was thrown down into a race I’m not equipped to run, so it was over for me before it even started. (Looking away) I don’t even know why I try anymore. MATT: Come here, man. (MATT puts an arm around the FAGGOT’s shoulders, pulling him close and hugging him tightly. It is an unexpected, awkward gesture. The FAGGOT’s first impulse is to resist, but he crumples into MATT’s embrace, burying his face in MATT’s warm, muscled shoulder, and starts to cry.) FAGGOT: (Haltingly) I just can’t do it anymore. MATT: Shhh, it’s going to be all right. (Pause) Everything’s going to be all right. (The two remain this way for several minutes, undisturbed, amazingly, by the partygoers within. The FAGGOT eventually stops crying. They hear muffled sounds of music [“Shellshock”] and occasional laughter. After a time, the door opens and LAURA appears. MATT waves her back inside.) FAGGOT: (Sitting up and wiping tears from his face) I guess you should go back in. MATT: She’ll be all right. FAGGOT: No, you should go. I’m okay, now, really. I feel better. I just needed to get it out, I guess. MATT: You sure? FAGGOT: Yeah. Just give me a few more minutes to pull myself together, and I’ll come back in, too. (Cracks an embarrassed smile) I’m starting to feel sober, too, so I’m going to have to come back sooner or later. MATT: (Laughs) All right, buddy. FAGGOT: (Pause) Matt? MATT: Yeah? FAGGOT: Thanks. You’re a good friend. I’m sorry I don’t always see that. MATT: (Smiling warmly) Yeah, well, you’re not so bad yourself. (Jokingly) But try not to let it go to your head, okay? (MATT goes back inside, leaving the FAGGOT alone. He gets up and walks along the length of the porch, which appears to wrap around the corner of the house. Muffled sounds of partygoers and music [“True Faith”] continue to emanate from inside. The air is warm, and the night sky is brilliant with color. He looks up contemplating its sidereal inscrutability, and, inevitably, his thoughts turn to his own freakishness. But this time, instead of self-loathing, he feels a rising anger, directed at his unkind Creator, who, like some universal Dr. Frankenstein, seems to hold no compassion for the flawed specimen of his work. His mind wanders further, as it does on almost a daily basis, to suicide and the one thing, a vague hope in his beloved, that prevents him from such a course. He continues to walk around the porch, unexpectedly curious to see where it goes, and comes upon an open window. He hears voices inside.) KELLY: It’s okay, the door’s locked. Don’t worry, we’ll be alone for a few minutes. (Long pause) PAUL: Oh god, that feels so good. (His interest piqued, the FAGGOT silently sidles up to the window and surreptitiously peers inside. The room, a master bedroom, is moderately well lit, and the porch dark, so he is not in too much danger of being seen. Inside, PAUL and KELLY are arranged across a bed. He is on his back, and, kneeling over him, the top of her dress pulled down, she gives him access to her breasts, which he kneads vigorously in his hands. His trousers are unbuttoned and unzipped, and his erect penis, which she caresses lovingly with both hands, treating it to long, slow, aching strokes, juts upward in front of her hips. The FAGGOT, moved to revulsion by this scene of horror, is unable to look away, is unable to conquer the mysterious compulsion to gaze upon what, for him, is certain to bring so much misery. He stands full in front of the window now, but remains unnoticed by the occupants inside.) KELLY: (Breathing heavily) Oh, baby, it’s so big. I love to feel it in my hands, so strong and powerful. (Moaning) Tell me what you want, oh, tell me. PAUL: (Moaning) Oh, Kelly, it feels so good. (Pause) I think you’ll make me come if you keep that up. Oh, yes! (The continue in the same manner for nearly a minute, the FAGGOT observing. What he sees is disgusting. KELLY finds her dress restraining and slips it off, while PAUL removes his shirt and trousers. They return to the bed, kissing and fondling one another, and, using his hand, PAUL brings KELLY to orgasm. She moans loudly, and, with renewed energy, continues her romantic behavior toward PAUL, kissing his body, rubbing his chest and legs, and, finally, fellating him to orgasm. He lies on his back, hands behind his head, which is thrown back and to the left, facing the outside window. He grunts with his climax, a familiar sound and a familiar look of pleasure on his face, mixed with an expression of concentration, but his eyes remain closed so he does not see the FAGGOT.) KELLY: (Looking up and swallowing) How was that... PAUL: (Moaning) Oh god... KELLY: ...for our first time? (She smiles at PAUL with a recognizable look of accomplishment.) PAUL: (Watching her) It was... well, definitely unexpected! It was great! (They settle into an afterglow, gently caressing one another with delicate fingers and gentle kisses.) KELLY: I wish my family wasn’t going away for the summer... I’m going to miss you while we’re gone. PAUL: Me, too. Where are you going exactly? KELLY: Europe, somewhere. It’s all Laura’s graduation present. I think we’re spending most of the time in Italy at this place my parent’s rented, but we’ll go other places, too, I guess. (She is about to continue but catches something out of the corner of her eye. She perceives that someone is standing at the window and screams.) PAUL: (Startled) What the fuck! (Turns to look.) (On being detected, the FAGGOT panics and hurries back around the porch toward the glass doors leading inside. Near the doors, he meets MARK standing at the rail smoking a cigarette.) MARK: (Drunk) Hey, mate, I didn’t know you were out here. What’s up? FAGGOT: (Continuing inside) I’m not your mate, asshole. MARK: (Heavily slurred) Aw, fuck you, you fucking faggot... (The party inside is in full swing. The FAGGOT enters the house apparently unnoticed and, still in a panic, makes his way toward a darkened hallway. PAUL, dressed, emerges from a hallway on the opposite side, his face red with anger and his clothes in disarray. He makes his way past the others toward the glass doors and exits. MATT observes his passing, notes his agitation, and follows. As MATT opens the door to exit, PAUL’s shouting voice is faintly heard: Did you enjoy watching that, you fucking asshole! The door closes.) FAGGOT: (To himself) Oh fuck, oh fuck... (Still panicked, the FAGGOT makes his way down the hall, searching for a quiet place to be alone. He picks a door at random and enters. It is a girl’s bedroom, predictably adorned. TRACY sits at a small vanity, touching up her lipstick in the mirror. She hears the FAGGOT enter and turns to face him.) TRACY: I’ll be out in a sec, just... FAGGOT: (Embarrassed) Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to... TRACY: Oh, it’s you. I’ve been wondering where you’ve been. (Knowingly) Did Matt tell you to come in here? (She rises, walks over to the bed, and sits.) Come over here, handsome, and let me thank you properly for a nice evening. (She pats the bed.) FAGGOT: (Horrified) Oh god, when will it end? (He drops into a kneeling position, clutching his abdomen. His breathing is heavy and labored. Suddenly, he crunches forward, vomits profusely, then passes out.) ACT THREE SCENE: PAUL’s bedroom, late afternoon a few days following the foregoing. PAUL sits at a desk deep in thought and seems always about to reach for the telephone sitting in front of him. Something prevents him, however. Frustrated, he stands, paces the floor a few times, picks up dirty laundry, organizes some books left out, anything to keep himself busy. Eventually, he picks up the phone and begins to dial, but he is interrupted by a knock at the door. PAUL: Yes! (The door opens.) MARK: Hey, man, sorry to bother you. The front door was unlocked and nobody answered. Is, uh, Matt around? PAUL: (Curtly) Yeah, he should be home in a minute. You can wait for him in the living room if you want. The TV’s down there, so make yourself comfortable. MARK: Yeah, sure. Thanks. (He begins to leave.) PAUL: Say, uh, Mark? MARK: Yeah? PAUL: Look, I’m sorry about the other night. I didn’t realize... MARK: It’s okay. Matt explained the whole thing. Honestly, it wasn’t me. I had no idea what you were talking about, you know, though I was kinda drunk, so I don’t remember much. But really, it wasn’t me. PAUL: Yeah, I know. Like you said, Matt figured it all out. Anyway, he should be home soon. MARK: Cool. Catch you later, then. PAUL: Yeah, okay. (MARK leaves. PAUL resumes his pacing, looking out the window a few times. After a few minutes he returns to the phone, but is again interrupted by a knock at the door.) PAUL: (to himself) Fuck. (He walks over to the door and jerks it open.) Yeah? Oh, it’s you. FAGGOT: I, uh, got your message. PAUL: Yeah. Yeah, good. I was afraid you weren’t going to come. I was just about to call you again and tell you maybe you shouldn’t right now, because Matt’s due home any minute. (Pause) Uh, come in. (The FAGGOT enters. He is somewhat sloppily dressed, and his general appearance is unkempt, like that of someone suffering from chronic stress. He dumbly moves to the middle of the room, but sits when PAUL gestures toward the bed. PAUL sits in the desk chair nearby, so as to speak to him face to face, but the FAGGOT is unable to meet his gaze.) FAGGOT: I always come when you call. You know that. PAUL: Well, this time I thought you might not want to. FAGGOT: I didn’t. (Pause) I guess you figured out it was me. PAUL: Well, Matt did. FAGGOT: I’m really sorry about it. The truth is, it just happened. I wasn’t intentionally spying or anything. It’s just that I happened to be there when you came in the room, and I... I don’t know, I just couldn’t turn away. I’m sorry, I really am. PAUL: It’s okay now. I’m not mad about it anymore, not since I figured out it was you. At the time, I just panicked, and when I went outside, Mark was there and I thought it was him. Why did you run inside and hide? FAGGOT: I was afraid you’d be angry—which you were. PAUL: Not anymore, though, really. Still, I wish you hadn’t seen it. I mean, would you want someone to watch when we’re together? FAGGOT: No, of course not. PAUL: Still, if it had to happen, I’m glad it wasn’t Mark. That guy gives me a bad vibe sometimes. FAGGOT: Me, too. (Pause) So, that was your first time? PAUL: What? FAGGOT: (Looking up now) With a girl, I mean. PAUL: Yeah, I guess that little cat’s out of the bag. Yes, it was. She really surprised me. I didn’t think she’d do it. FAGGOT: How was it? (Pause) No, don’t tell me. I’ve intruded enough already, and I don’t think I really want to know more than what I already do, anyway. Can I ask something else, though? PAUL: What? FAGGOT: Why? I mean, you’ve dated, like, half a dozen girls or so. Nothing ever happened with them? PAUL: What can I say? I guess I always just ended things at first or second base, before they got too serious. (Quietly) You were the first, you know, to go all the way. FAGGOT: I wish you hadn’t lied to me. PAUL: Me, too. It was wrong of me, and I’m sorry. FAGGOT: Why did you do it? PAUL: I don’t know. I guess I... I just couldn’t admit that... I don’t know. I just wanted to pretend that things were normal, even if they weren’t. I was lying about it to myself, and I guess that meant lying to everyone else, too. Including you. FAGGOT: (Breathing deeply and suddenly eager to change the subject) God, what a horrible night. PAUL: Yeah, I guess it’s fair to say that. You won’t be seeing much of Tracy anymore, I can tell you. FAGGOT: (Laughs a little) Yeah, well, I’m just glad I didn’t puke on her. PAUL: Me, too. I don’t think Matt would have ever forgiven you. FAGGOT: It’s going to be hard enough his forgiving me now. PAUL: No, he’s all right. At least, he will be. FAGGOT: He’s still angry? PAUL: Yeah. FAGGOT: What did he tell Mark? PAUL: I don’t know, exactly, but things are straightened out between him and me. FAGGOT: Matt figures out everything, eventually. (Pause) I guess he’ll know about us soon enough. PAUL: I hope not. Why do you say that? FAGGOT: Because he’s Matt. Sooner or later, he’ll put the pieces of the puzzle together and know everything. PAUL: Well, he’s not trying to solve any particular puzzle here. He’s got no reason to look for one. FAGGOT: Yeah, I guess so. I hope so, anyway. I’d like to stay friends with at least one of you. PAUL: What do you mean? FAGGOT: Well, isn’t that why I’m here, so you can finally end things with me? Isn’t this where it’s going to end? PAUL: No. I mean, I don’t know. I just wanted to talk, that’s all. FAGGOT: Really? PAUL: Really. FAGGOT: (Long pause) Well, here I am. PAUL: (Laughs) Yeah, well now that you’re here, I don’t really know what to say. FAGGOT: Just say what you feel... PAUL: I guess I... FAGGOT: I mean, that’s all I’ve ever wanted, you know, just to know how you feel. PAUL: What do you mean? FAGGOT: I want to know what you think, you know? What you really think. About us. About me. I’ve told you what I think, but I don’t know how you feel. PAUL: (Long pause) This is so hard. I’ve never done this before or felt this, this whatever it is, before, so I don’t really know how to put words to it, you know? (Another pause) It’s like I’m living in two separate worlds, and I don’t know how to put them together... FAGGOT: (Quietly) Welcome to hell. PAUL: I guess what I’m trying to say is... FAGGOT: (Interrupting him) Are you gay, Paul? PAUL: (Surprised) What? FAGGOT: Are you gay? PAUL: I... I... I don’t know. FAGGOT: (Matter-of-factly) You can’t not know. You either are or you aren’t. PAUL: I don’t know that that’s true. I mean, there’s you and me, and then there’s Kelly and me... FAGGOT: Which just started. PAUL: Yes, which just started, but is there nonetheless. I can’t deny that I have some feelings for her. FAGGOT: I don’t understand. PAUL: Why? FAGGOT: I mean, why her? Why is she any different from the others? PAUL: I don’t know. She just is. FAGGOT: But what has she got that I don’t? PAUL: Well, she’s a girl for one. They’re not all that bad, you know. FAGGOT: You forget who you’re talking to. I’m a faggot, Paul. Women are like alien creatures to me. I just don’t understand the appeal. PAUL: I wish you wouldn’t use that word. FAGGOT: Alien? PAUL: Faggot. FAGGOT: Oh. (Pause) Why? What other word is there? It’s not like what I am is ever going to be accepted. It’s not like I’m ever going to be “normal.” PAUL: It’s an ugly word. You shouldn’t say it. FAGGOT: You just don’t want to hear it, but there it is. I mean, you’re probably the only person I’ll ever meet that tolerates what I am, but even some small part of you, deep down, sees me as a worthless piece of shit. PAUL: That’s not true. FAGGOT: Yes it is, Paul. It’s what we’ve always been taught to believe, so that’s what all of us, even me, think about it. It’s just too bad for me that I happen to be one. PAUL: You’re not a worthless piece of shit. This town is just full of closed-minded assholes. FAGGOT: Yeah, well if that’s the case, then why don’t you ask Matt what he thinks about fags. PAUL: Okay, so Matt’s not very open-minded on the subject, either. But once you get out of here, you’ll see that things are different elsewhere. FAGGOT: Maybe. PAUL: What do you mean maybe? Of course they are! FAGGOT: (Disbelieving and eager to change the subject again) So you have feelings for her? For Kelly? PAUL: Yes. I do. I know you don’t want to hear that, but I have to be honest with you. FAGGOT: I just don’t understand it. PAUL: Look, I don’t know what’s going to happen between me and her, but (trying to be encouraging) I can’t deny that I have feelings for you, too. FAGGOT: Don’t make fun of me, Paul. Please. PAUL: I’m not. I promise. FAGGOT: I can’t handle it right now, especially from you. PAUL: I’m not making fun of you. I swear to God I’m not! FAGGOT: (Tears forming in his eyes) You have feelings for me? PAUL: Well, yes. FAGGOT: Really? PAUL: Yes. FAGGOT: More than just sexual? PAUL: Well, yes. More than just sexual. (Pause) There, I said it. FAGGOT: (Crying now) Please don’t fuck with me, Paul! PAUL: I’m not, I swear! I have feelings for you, and I realize that I’ll never figure things out unless I admit that. That’s the reason I’ve been so withdrawn from you in the past several weeks. My feelings for you were growing so much, but I didn’t want to admit it. So I tried to ignore it or lie about it. It hurts me now to see how much I’ve fucked this up! I’m ashamed by how I’ve handled things almost to the point that I wish I’d never made you do it, because then I wouldn’t have caused you so much pain. FAGGOT: What do you mean? Do what? PAUL: You know, the first time. In Matt’s room. I mean, I pretty much forced myself on you, made you do it. I knew after what happened earlier that I could, but I realize now it wasn’t right. It wasn’t the right thing to do, you know? The right way to go about it, I mean. I wanted to do it, but I just ended up hurting you, you know, and I never wanted to do that. FAGGOT: (Speaking through tears and sniffles) I don’t see how it could have been any different. Believe me, I wanted to blow you, more than anything, but it’s not like I could have asked you. Or like you would have understood. Please don’t feel bad. I don’t blame you for the way it came out. Besides, what happened between us would never have been if not for a mix of accident and your taking the initiative. PAUL: Yeah, I know what you mean. Still, in a perfect world, it would have helped. FAGGOT: My asking you? PAUL: Yeah. FAGGOT: Why? PAUL: Because then to me this whole thing would have been less about my using you and more about... I don’t know... about sharing something with you. FAGGOT: (Quietly) Love? PAUL: (Pause) Yeah, maybe—maybe (then, as if testing the word) love... FAGGOT: (Wiping tears from his cheeks) Oh god... PAUL: What’s wrong? FAGGOT: It’s killing me. Oh god, it’s killing me, Paul! PAUL: What is? What do you mean? FAGGOT: (Sobbing and with difficulty) Being in love with you! It’s too much. It’s too hard. You think you live in two separate worlds. I feel like I’m in two separate universes, one where there’s just you and me, and another where there’s this echo of something that never really existed. First there’s desire and then there’s fear, and I’m trapped between the two, unable to move, unable to breathe. I’m paralyzed, you know? I can’t live in this horrible place, and I feel like I’m slowly dying, each day a little bit more! PAUL: (Rising) Oh man, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know! (PAUL stands and climbs onto the bed next to the FAGGOT. Arranging a pillow against the headboard, he leans back and beckons the FAGGOT to come to him. PAUL wraps his arms and legs around him, holding him tightly and gently kissing the top of his head. For several minutes, the FAGGOT buries his face in the warm, thick muscles of PAUL’s chest, soaking his shirt with tears. The pent-up emotions of the past several weeks drain out of his battered heart, and he feels accepted once again. Wrapped in the solid bulk of PAUL’s body, so close once more to the rich smell of him, the FAGGOT feels safe, protected, at home.) FAGGOT: (Almost finished crying, but still wiping away tears) I love you, Paul. As much as you don’t want it... don’t want me to... I do. I love you more than anyone else in the whole world. PAUL: I never said I didn’t want it. I never said that. FAGGOT: (Quietly) I know, but I can tell you feel that way anyway. And I don’t blame you for it. I mean, I understand. I don’t expect you to sacrifice everything else in your life just for me. I’m not worth it. PAUL: (Tears forming in his eyes) Please don’t say that! Please, don’t. This is hard enough as it is! (He draws the FAGGOT even closer, pulling him tighter and tighter into his body. Tears roll down his cheeks as he kisses the FAGGOT’s forehead. The FAGGOT begins to kiss PAUL’s chest, then his neck, and then, shifting his weight so as to better face him, his lips. Their embrace is intense, passionate, as though a means of saying what words cannot. As never before in the same way, an inarticulate understanding passes between them.) FAGGOT: (Aware of a new sensation, he moves his hand down to feel between PAUL’s legs.) Are you hard? PAUL: (Smiling sheepishly through his tears) I’m sorry, it’s just, well, the feel of you, the smell of you. It does things to me. I can’t help it. FAGGOT: (Melting) Kiss me, Paul. (They continue to kiss, while the FAGGOT rubs PAUL’s erection through his pants.) FAGGOT: Paul? PAUL: Yes? FAGGOT: Can I... can I suck on you? PAUL: (Moaning and nodding consent) Ohhh... yes... (PAUL rolls his head back, eyes closed. The FAGGOT unzips PAUL’s pants, pulls his erection through the open fly of his boxers, and proceeds to fellate him, slowly and tenderly. PAUL encourages him with his hands, caressing his head, running his fingers through his hair. PAUL tastes as good as, even better than, he ever has before. The FAGGOT’s mouth feels warm and wet, as good as, even better than, it ever has before. The combined wetness of saliva and precum mingle between cock and mouth, and the FAGGOT swallows it all. The combined concentration of master and servant, dominant and submissive, fuses hearts and minds in perfect happiness, contentment, and mutual adoration. The only sounds are those of gentle slurping and the soft moans of desire.) PAUL: (With labored breaths) Oh, man, you feel so good! You know... there was... always you. Even now... there’s you... the thought of you! (The FAGGOT moans in satisfaction and sucks with heightened vigor.) Oh god... I’m about to come! I’m about to... Look at me! Let me look in your eyes! I want to... see... oh... (They quickly shift position so as to accommodate PAUL’s request. The FAGGOT holds only the first few inches of PAUL’s penis in his mouth, but is able to gaze intently into his eyes while PAUL thrusts his hips.) PAUL: (Loudly) Oh yes, yes, yes! I’m... I’m coming! (Shouting now) I’m com... uhng ... oh... (Fighting to keep his eyes open) Oh, Elliot! I love you-ooo! (The sound of his name combined with the feel of hot semen spurting onto his tongue causes ELLIOT to climax as well. Smoldering with the stored-up tension of the past several weeks, his body shudders uncontrollably at his release, as though liberated for the very first time. He manages to force PAUL’s throbbing manhood deep into his mouth, while drinking his precious seed. There has never been for either of them, in their experience of love and sex, so spectacular a fruition. By ELLIOT’s finally asking for PAUL’s assent to worship him, and PAUL’s finally bestowing on ELLIOT not just his body but his heart as well, each performs for the other a service out of the ordinary, culminating in a fulfillment of purpose, a giving of happiness few may ever know or understand. They come to terms, briefly, with who and what they are to each other. They bear the seed of new life, anticipated for so many months, planted in an instant of perfection and, after so much mishandling and suffering, now budding, finally, with profound tenderness and fragility, as something new is cultivated between them, something unlikely, improbable, and some would even say impossible, but delightful and blooming nonetheless. But after what seems like only a minute or so, perhaps as little as thirty seconds, there is a thunderous knock at the door. Both look up in a panic.) PAUL: (Breathing heavily) Oh, fuck! (Shouting) Just a second! (The door opens.) MATT: Paul? (Looking inside, he is visibly traumatized by the scene before him.) Elliot? What the fuck is going on in here? Curtain. Well, there you have it, the whole freaking mess just as it happened. It does make for rather ridiculous drama in parts, but since I was able to negotiate with the producers to consult in the writing of the script, I can say it’s pretty faithfully rendered. I guess one important thing that did get left out is that Mark was standing in the hall right behind Matt, so he saw what was going on in Paul’s room, too. Another thing regarding Mark that’s probably important to know is that a few weeks before all this, he’d accused me of being gay -- in a manner similar to the night of my birthday party the previous summer -- and Matt had once again forced him to back down. But now, there they were, Mark and Matt, standing in the doorway with Paul and me arranged in rather telling positions on his bed, his cock shiny and glistening and my chin streaked with a thin line of cum. The seconds passed as we all looked at one another across a truly impassable divide. Eventually, Matt backed away and slowly closed the door, saying to Mark as he did so, “You were right. I didn’t want to believe it, but, Jesus, you were right...” I guess all that really matters is that in that moment, the two worlds I had been living in—the two worlds I found out Paul had been living in, too—collided with cataclysmic results, like matter and antimatter coming together. I felt sure that Matt’s finally learning the truth meant the end of it all. The end of me and Matt, the end of me and Paul. And probably the end of Matt and Paul, who I recently learned had been getting along so well over the past few months. As I’ve explained before, to a guy like Matt, what Paul and I had done was simply unforgivable. It was a perversion against God, nature, and the norms of decent society. There was no way he’d turn a blind eye to any of this. I felt horrible about it, naturally, but I felt worse for Paul. He seemed to have the most to lose. I at least had a means of escape, and that, in fact, was all that was left to me now. I would graduate in a few days and leave for college in a couple of months. My days in this town, this state, were already numbered, and the only thing I had to do was get through them alive. But Paul, poor Paul, had another year before he graduated. His life would be hell. Unimaginable hell, and I felt responsible for it. First he’d have to face his brother, then his parents, then his classmates, then people who knew him in the community at large. Life as he knew it was over, and what lay beyond was dark and ominous. But maybe I am jumping the gun a little bit. I am only describing what came to me in the first few hours after Matt’s discovery. After he left Paul and me, who knows where he went or what he did. But I could be reasonably sure that he wasn’t on the phone spreading the news—Paul was, after all, still his brother. The real wildcard was Mark. What would he do? And if he had something sinister in mind, would Matt be willing, or able, to stop him? Well, maybe I should just describe first what did happen on that fateful day. While the previous events felt then and still feel like I was merely acting out some part in a play, what follows next is even now as real to me as the hands I’m using to type it out. After Matt closes the door, I, of course, do nothing but panic, utterly useless in a crisis situation. Paul tries to calm me a bit, but he’s a little panicked himself. After pacing the floor a few times and trying to sort things out in his head, he turns to me and says, “Elliot, you’d probably better go home. That would be the safest thing right now. I need to go find Matt and figure out what’s going on.” “Paul, I’m so sorry!” I grab his arm and hold it tightly. “Tell him it was my fault, that I made you do it. Tell him anything, just so you protect yourself!” Paul takes me in his arms and looks directly into my eyes. “No, I won’t do that. I can’t. Elliot, I don’t know what’s going to happen, but whatever it is, just know one thing: I meant what I said. I love you.” “I love you, too, Paul.” Paul kisses me and hugs me as the tears continue to stream down my face. Then he takes me firmly by the hand and says, “Come on. I’ll walk you across the street. We’ve got to hurry.” As we leave his house for mine, things seem eerily quiet. Matt and Mark, it seems, have left. When we part, I see in Paul’s face a look of dread and fear I’ve never seen before. After a few hours, alone and without a clue as to what is going on, I walk back over to Matt and Paul’s house, against my better judgment. I guess the not knowing seems worse than whatever will meet me if I venture out in search of Matt and Paul. I am absolutely terrified of what I will find. Knocking on their front door is either the stupidest or the most courageous thing I’ve ever done, I’m not sure which. How many thousands of times have I done this before in the years we grew up together? Who would think that this would be the last? As the door opens, I guess I realize it is neither courage nor stupidity that makes me act. I have reached the absolute rock bottom, and having nothing else to lose, I have nothing else to gamble. Whatever motivates me now is simply the necessity of fate, of facing up to events, come what may, that I am powerless to prevent. Matt answers the door. The rage in his eyes when he looks at me is more than I can bear. After experiencing it internally for so long, I finally see the hatred I knew he would feel for me well up inside of him and burst out into an open fury. And to this day, I can’t imagine a look more terrible. Part of me fears for my life. But the rest of me just surrenders to whatever is about to come. My gut reaction is to reach out for the one thing that makes me feel safe. “Where’s Paul?” I ask, looking past Matt into the house, and trying to get around him. “I want to see Paul!” Not surprisingly, Matt’s gut reaction is to stop the thing that so threatens his world. He clenches his fist and punches me, hard, across the jaw. He puts his shoulder into it, so the next thing I know, my line of sight swirls around and then up into the blue sky as my head and body crash to the ground. I hear the thud of my skull hitting the cement walk, and though the pain is there, I can’t respond to it. I am so paralyzed with fear that I don’t know what is happening. I feel like a prisoner trapped in my own body. But somehow I am able to look up, into Matt’s face. The rage, the sting of my betrayal, is still there in his eyes, and a line of tears runs down each of his cheeks. And then, much worse than hitting me, he screams the words that make me want to die. I hear in his voice a strange mix of contempt and disbelief, such as I’ve never heard before or since. “You’re a goddamn faggot, Elliot! A fucking cocksucker! Don’t you ever, ever come here again!” Look for “Chapter Nine. Confessions.” Comments may be sent to paulsgoodboy@hotmail.com. Author’s Note: My continuing appreciation to those of you who’ve written with words of encouragement! It’s nice to know that there is a core of readers out there following this story—it’s one of the more important joys an author knows. If you’re one of these, I hope you’ll continue to let me know how you’re doing. One of the difficulties in presenting a story in serial format, however, is keeping true to one’s original intentions: your responses inevitably shape decisions about certain points of emphasis and omission. For the most part, though, I’ve been able to keep true to my original design. Another challenge in writing this story has been leaving the speaker unnamed—after a point, it becomes implausible for others in the story not to address him by name, so I gave him one. It’s a name I’ve always liked, but many of you who’ve written to me will recognize that it’s not my own. At first, I was going to use my own name, but in subsequent chapters I want to put some distance between my flesh-and-bone self and the voice telling this story. I hope you’ll understand. Finally, I told some of you a week or two ago that I’d have this chapter posted in a few days. The process of revision, unforeseen technical difficulties, and the interpositions of life “offline” made for considerable delays. I’m sorry to make you wait—and certainly didn’t mean to mislead.

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Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 17:38:19 -0400 (EDT) From: Zachary Thompson <shaych1977@yahoo.ca> Subject: Appearances Can Be Deceiving Disclaimer: The following fictional story deals with sex between adult males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, do not read it. Permission is granted for re-posting provided that there is no cost to access this story (e.g. AdultCheck) and the story is posted in full without modifications. Copyright 2002 Zachary Thompson, all rights reserved. Appearances can be Deceiving By: Zachary Thompson I trembled as the vibrator began to buzz again, sending waves of pleasure through my prostate. I had lost track of how long it had been since Kyle bound me securely to the bed. If past experience were any indicator, it would be quite some time before he would release me. Testing my bonds again, which as usual were perfectly secure, I lay back to enjoy the delicious torments he no doubt had in store for me today. Kyle had blindfolded me right at the outset of the scene, leaving me helpless to discern what was coming next, so I lay back and listened to the music he had chosen for today. He had a proclivity for perverse musical selections - where tops in porn stories always seemed to like ambient techno, Kyle preferred to express his playful side. Our previous encounters had been set to the music of "Peter and the Wolf," Erasure, or - yikes! - Aqua. Today he seemed to be in an orchestral mood, as I recognized the strains of Bruch's Canzone for Cello. Not only orchestral, but romantic, it would seem. This Bruch piece had been played the first time we went together to see the local orchestra perform. I wondered how deliberate that choice was for this evening. It was hard to believe that it had been over four years since we met at the university's gay discussion group. Kyle had been about twenty-one then, an aspiring young graduate student with an interest in Canadian politics. Clean-cut, about six feet tall, with reddish-brown hair and green eyes, he wasn't exactly the image of the hot young gay man that has recently been popularized by "Queer as Folk," but he had an offbeat cuteness to him, in a geeky sort of way. I was a year younger than him, and was still finishing my undergraduate degree in comparative literature. After the meeting, most of the group went to the campus coffee house to hang out. We chatted briefly that evening, but I couldn't work up the nerve to ask him for his number. I remember mentally kicking myself when I got home: "Damn it Alexander, you're never going to get yourself a boyfriend if you don't take some initiative!" Over the following months, though, we fell in with the same group of people, and discovered that we had a lot in common, from interests in politics to a fondness for classical music. We started seeing each other about six months later. I had not, at this point, ever imagined that Kyle was anything other than he appeared - a nice, intelligent guy with your typical range of interests: cooking, music, cycling and conversation. Never in a million years would I have expected him to have a kinky side in bed. Myself, I had surfed through the gay leather and bondage stories on the net, and more than once wondered what it would be like to be one of the people in the stories - one of the bottoms, to be more specific - bound, gagged, and being fucked senseless by a hot master. Kyle didn't seem the type to fulfil this particular fantasy. Not that I minded all that much. My priorities centred around a partner who was intelligent, emotionally stable, and fun to be with in a long-term relationship. Sex was important (of course), but I figured that plain vanilla would suit me just fine - if you haven't tried chocolate, you don't really know what you're missing. For the first several months of our relationship, our sex life was just that - lots of foreplay, deep kissing, blowjobs and fucking. Never anything out of the ordinary. One night though, that changed. Kyle was sucking on my nipples - he knew how much that turned me on - and I made a move to play with his in return. "Not now," he said, "I want you to lie back and enjoy this." "But I want to play with them," I said in my most petulant voice. "No, Alex, this is about you tonight. Do I have to tie you down to make sure that you stop trying to interrupt me?" he teased. I'd never heard him mention an interest in bondage before. Could this be the opportunity I hoped it was? "Maybe you should," I answered in my sauciest voice. "I don't know if I'll be able to restrain myself." He looked at me with a glimmer in his eye. "You asked for it," he said, and grabbed the nearest thing he could find for a restraint - his discarded belt - and used it to tie my hands to the headboard. What followed was some of the hottest sex we'd ever had. Later, in the afterglow, Kyle admitted that he had always wanted to experiment with bondage and SM, but didn't know how that would ever be possible. Like me, he travelled in the rather uptight circles of academia, where such behaviour was neither respectable nor even acceptable, for the most part. He had resigned himself to the fact that in order to have both a long-term partner and a teaching career in a university, those types of desires would have to be repressed. I hardly blamed him for believing that. More than once our friends had made derisive comments about "those leather people," and made jokes about the local fetish stores. On the surface, neither one of us looked, or acted the type to be interested in the darker side of sexual play. But, as it turned out, appearances can be deceiving. Now, with over three years of our relationship under our belts, I knew just how deceiving they could be. Kyle truly had a devious, and kinky mind. Our bondage play had involved numerous positions, and he seemed to have a knack for coming up with new and inventive ways of keeping me bound. Not that he was the only creative one in this relationship. While I was generally the submissive type, I also had a dominant streak, which pleased Kyle immensely - particularly on the night I decided to drip hot wax on his tightly bound form. The red candle wax matched his pubic hairs quite nicely, I thought. It was hard to predict what nights would be sexually adventurous ones, as we regularly incorporated conventional lovemaking into our routine. Today, for example, was completely out of the blue. I had just returned from the university, where I had been giving a seminar presentation to the other PhD students on "Comparative Gay Literature in the Americas," a presentation that I had been slaving over for weeks, and had stressed me right out. Kyle, in an act of self-preservation, had generally been staying out of the range of fire for the past week, and worked on his thesis in rooms where I was not. I therefore wasn't expecting to find him completely geared up upon my return. I let myself into the apartment, threw my book bag down on the floor, and headed to the bedroom to get changed out of my formal clothes. As I entered the bedroom, the stereo was playing the Brandenburg concertos, and the lights were dimmed. Candlelight was all that illuminated the room, coming from the six wrought-iron sconces scattered around the midnight blue walls. Kyle stood in front of me. He was wearing his leather chaps, which clung tightly to his sculpted legs (cycling can do that to you). They framed the black leather codpiece covering his cock, the outline of which was visible, even in this dim light. A half-harness of soft leather hugged his upper body, and a military-style peaked leather cap shaded his eyes, giving him a menacing look. "Strip," was all he said. I complied immediately, folding my clothes as I took them off, and putting them on the dresser. "On your knees, boy," he commanded. I sank to my knees, and clasped my hands behind my back in submission. He had not ordered me to do this, but I knew from experience that it was expected. He approached me and stroked the side of my face with his fingers. I hadn't noticed until then that he was wearing his black leather kid gloves. The smell of the leather was intoxicating. "You know that you need this," he said, stroking me on the cheek. Kyle moved over to a table positioned behind me, on which I could see the wide assortment of leather and bondage gear that we had accumulated over the years. He selected a leather hood, with openings for the eyes and the mouth, and slid it over my head. As he tightened the leather laces, I felt the hood conform to the contours of my face, and smelled the mixture of leather and male sweat which still lingered in it from our past adventures. My cock twitched at the memory. Kyle noticed, and chuckled quietly. "Aren't we the eager one?" he teased. He picked up the leather collar, placed it around my neck, and buckled it in the back. He moved around in front of me and pulled gently upwards on the ring in the front of the collar, so that I was looking straight into his eyes. "Once I lock this on you boy," he said, "you are mine until I say we're done. You will follow my orders, the most important of which is that you may not cum until I give you permission. Are you ready boy?" It was hard to say "no," given the anticipation that had been building in me since entering the room. "Yes, sir," I replied. He took a small lock from the table, and clicked it shut through the holes in the collar. We had bought this particular collar three years ago, in Montreal. It had been the first time in a leather store for either of us, and we hadn't been sure of ourselves at all. Back then, it had taken a great deal of mutual goading to work up the nerve to even enter the store. Three years, multiple return trips, and visits to other stores - including one unforgettable trip to Amsterdam - had long since helped us overcome those apprehensions. Still, the first leather collar held powerful symbolic meaning for both of us, and was a staple of almost any scene. It is hard to describe the sensation that that clicking sound awoke in me. It was as if the reality of my submission fell into place. Not that I didn't trust Kyle to take care of me when in a scene - it was just that I was never sure what he was planning to do, or how far he was going to push me. We had long ago established a safeword, and a slowword. I had only used the latter twice, and never the former - I didn't need to, since we had built up enough rapport over the years to know what we could each take. Nevertheless, I still trembled at the thought of what boundaries he would push, and what he believed I was now ready to endure. Grasping hold of the collar once again, he pulled me to my feet. He quickly secured leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles, then led me over to the bed. The cuffs are about 3 inches wide, and made of very soft leather. Being bound in them is much like being securely held - they don't chafe in the way that rope does, but there's no way you're getting loose from them either! Kyle ordered me to lie down in the middle of the bed. He stood over me, looking down on me, as if studying a specimen in a lab. I returned his gaze, my eyes roaming over his leather-clad form. It truly was amazing what a change of clothes can do for a person's appearance. None of our friends would ever recognize him in this state. "Do you like what you see?" he asked. "Oh, yes sir!" I replied eagerly. "Enjoy the view," he said with an evil grin, "because it's the last thing you're going to get to see for a while." With that, he slipped a leather blindfold over my eyes, and tightened it securely. A few seconds later, the volume of the music was turned up, and what little I had been able to hear through the muffling effect of the hood was drowned out by Bach. Although technically I was still free to move, psychologically I was already bound. I love the effect of sensory deprivation - the way it heightens my senses. I felt truly helpless, and completely in his control. I lay there for a couple of minutes, savouring the headspace and the darkness. Then I felt a gentle caress on my cock. I had not lost my erection since the beginning of the scene, but my cock felt as if it were expanding even more to meet his touch. He slowly moved his gloved hand up and down the shaft about five or six times, and then stopped. I moaned in lust and frustration. I then sensed his presence close to my head. "We'd better make sure you don't get tempted to break the rules, don't you think?" he whispered huskily into my ear. He took hold of my left arm, and tugged it towards the upper corner of the bed. A series of tugs and pulls let me know that he was using rope to tie it to the upper corner of the bedframe. I pulled against the bondage to test it. No surprise there - the ropework was excellent. He repeated the process on the other side. A quick tweak on my nipples made me jump, but also verified for him that I was securely tied. He returned his attentions to my cock. Six strokes, and then he stopped. I grimaced in frustration behind the hood, silently hoping that he wouldn't see how successful this particular tactic was. I forgot how well he knew me. "Don't like being denied, eh?" he murmured at my ear. "Then you're definitely not going to like this!" He bent my legs back, so that my knees were at my chest. The cool, wet sensation of lubricant at my hole indicated to me that he was devious indeed. One of our more recent vacations had included the purchase of a small, remote-controlled vibrator. It was quite narrow, barely larger in diameter than a thumb, but more than long enough to stimulate me where it counts. I felt it slowly, deliciously invade me, inching upwards until it came to rest against my prostate. A pulse of sexual pleasure jolted through my body, causing me to buck my hips and proving to him that it was in perfect working order, and well positioned. He turned it off, and lowered my legs back down. "Don't worry," he said, "we'll be having plenty of fun with this over the next little while." Never one to leave a good bondage job half-done, he then turned his ministrations to my ankle cuffs. He took each one in turn, threading ropes through the rings in the cuffs, and securing them to the corners of the bed frame. I was now tightly bound in an "X" position, spread-eagled on the bed. I felt his hand on my cock again, this time pumping much faster. I felt myself getting close to climax, and tried to move my body so as to "help him along". I still had a bit of freedom of movement, even if my limbs were tied to the corners of the bed. "We can't have all this moving about now, can we?" Kyle said, noting my efforts to control the action. I sensed what was coming next before it happened. In his experiments with ropework, Kyle had bought a book on knots and bondage techniques. It had produced some fascinating results, including the one he was about to begin work on - tight spread-eagle bondage. My suspicions were confirmed as I felt increased tension between my arms. He had threaded a rope between the loops in my wrist-cuffs, and pulled it taut over my head, linking them tightly to each other. This greatly reduced my range of motion. He repeated the process three more times - left wrist to left ankle, left ankle to right ankle, and right ankle to right wrist. Although I was blindfolded, I knew that the visual effect of this was striking - much like a spiderweb, with the victim - me - in the middle. It was also a much more restrictive position, greatly reducing my freedom of motion. To test his knots, he tickled me gently. I hate being tickled, and generally don't find it erotic. I am, however, extremely ticklish, and it is an extremely good means of testing if I am securely bound, as I will do almost anything to get out of the way. Unfortunately, despite my vigorous attempts to evade his roaming fingers, there was nowhere I could go. He stopped tickling me, and moved into a position where I could hear him. "Are you comfortable?" he asked. "Yes sir," I replied, "if rather immobilized." He laughed softly at this. "Then I guess there's no need for you to say anything else. Open up!" As I opened my mouth, he slid in the pecker gag. It is made of rubber, and is about three inches long, filling my mouth comfortably, and giving me something to bite down on as he torments me. Speech is impossible, which suits me just fine, as it gives me the freedom to moan and groan as much as I please. * * * So there I lay, tightly bound, collared, hooded, gagged and blindfolded, helpless to resist the whims of my lover and Master. And what perverse whims they were. I lost track of time as he would stroke my cock until I was close to bursting, then suddenly stop just as I was about to climax, only to begin the process again several minutes later. Sometimes this was accompanied by the buzzing of the vibrator, other times by his sucking and licking my very sensitive nipples. Other times he would leave my cock alone and just play with my other erogenous zones. Often, though, I was left just to float along in my dark bondage prison, with only the varying classical music for company. What Kyle did during these periods when I was alone, I wasn't sure. I knew that he didn't leave the room - he was too careful for that. I suspected that he was reading a book of some sort. The perverse little bugger would usually tell me afterwards what it had been, and his reading choices were indicative of his quirky personality. No erotica for him, he was more likely to be reading "Calvin and Hobbes" cartoons or an Inspector Morse mystery. Once, when he thought that I couldn't hear him, he turned on the television quietly and watched an episode of the Animaniacs. He's a sick little puppy, that's for sure. The buzzing of the vibrator suddenly increased in intensity, sending tremors throughout my body and making my cock leak more precum. I felt the warmth of his mouth envelop my cock, his tongue playing on the base of my cockhead. This alone almost pushed me over the edge. I badly wanted to cum, but I had been ordered not to. Boyfriend or not, Kyle would punish me for disobedience. I had cum without permission before, the consequence of which was him playing with my cockhead - this is usually a pleasurable experience, but immediately after cumming it can be incredibly painful. I struggled to retain control over myself, fighting against the need to cum, but without anything to look at or listen to as a form of distraction, I sensed it was losing battle. I tried breathing in and out slowly, to maintain some semblance of control. Fortunately for my sanity, he soon stopped, and turned his attention to my nipples. His tongue ran circles around them, which sent me into a frenzy of desire, but was less likely to make me shoot. Then suddenly, nothing. The vibrator was turned off, and Kyle stopped his caresses. My cock was rock hard, and aching for release. It remained that way for minutes, as I waited for the next round. It seemed like forever that I lay there waiting, all of my attentions focused on my cock, and my need to cum. Still nothing. I tried to buck my hips to encourage him to play with me again, but I was too securely bound. I was completely helpless, and mad with lust. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, I felt Kyle lie down beside me. The warmth of his body pressed against my side, as he casually began to stroke my cock again, very slowly. "You've done well to hold out so long," he said. "And I am going to give you an opportunity for the release you need. I am going to count you down from ten. You are not allowed to cum until I am finished counting. If you fail to cum at the end of the countdown, you will not get any release. What's more, you will be punished for having failed to follow orders." "Ten." He started stroking my cock faster, and I groaned with pleasure. "Nine." He tweaked my nipple, maintaining his stroking. "Eight." The vibrator increased to full strength, and tremors of need wracked my body. "Seven." A brief pause, as he stopped both stroking my cock, and the vibrator was turned off. "Six." "Five." The vibrator and the stroking began again, and the renewed intensity almost pushed me over the edge. "Four." He jerked my cock faster, as I struggled to retain control. "Three." Not yet... must not cum... "Two." I felt my ballsac pull up close to my body as all the energy in my body and all of my attention focused completely on my cock. Just a couple more seconds. "One." My body spasmed with pleasure, as the vibrator pulsed with a burst of additional energy. "Now!" The orgasm wracked my body. I felt spurts of cum shoot out of my cock, splattering my chest. I was caught in the moment of the orgasm, which seemed to go on forever. Then, it was over. I panted to catch my breath, and shivered as my body convulsed with after-shocks. I lay there, secure in the web into which Kyle had bound me, securely held by the leather cuffs, and shrouded in the hood. I felt safe and allowed my senses to float in the pleasurable sensations which accompanied the after-effects of orgasm. After I had come down, Kyle gently lifted my head, and unbuckled the gag. He left the blindfold in place, knowing that I didn't like to come back to the real world too quickly. He removed the gag from my mouth, and kissed me deeply. "Thank-you, sir," I whispered. "You're welcome Alex," he replied, "I knew you needed this after the stressful week you've been having." With that, my partner and lover (and occasional Master) held me, gently caressing me as I slowly came back to reality. The End. * * * Author's Note: Comments, suggestions for improvement and related ramblings are welcome via email at shaych1977@yahoo.ca.

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Service Out of the Ordinary 9 Notice: The following account depicts homosexual acts between consenting persons and is intended for mature readers only. Exercise your own judgment‚ in consultation with the appropriate laws and moral standards of your community‚ in deciding whether or not to read this work. While this story depicts significant events in the lives of certain individuals‚ readers are cautioned not to assume that their experiences are in any way representative of those of most homosexuals. Any connection between persons named herein and real persons‚ living or dead‚ is vigorously denied. Comments may be sent to paulsgoodboy@hotmail.com. This story may not be copied or distributed without the express written consent of the author. Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved. Chapter Nine. Confessions Visions of a perfect world. Matt’s words rang in my ears for weeks. I guess they still do‚ in fact. In this part of the story‚ my memory is clear and unclouded. My grasp of meaning is the same: what Matt had done was put me in my place‚ tell me exactly what my position in the world was. “You’re a goddamn faggot‚ Elliot‚” spoken as if to say‚ “Don’t you ever‚ ever forget it.” At the time‚ it seemed I would never forget it‚ and it took meeting someone very‚ very special during my first year in college to begin to do so. Despite what you may want‚ though‚ you can’t help being who you are. I guess Matt‚ Paul‚ and I had all shown ourselves that. And the thing that really stuck out was how much a combination of my own desire‚ yearning‚ and lack of self-respect seemed to blind one eye and focus the other. So much I’d assumed about Paul was totally wrong‚ yet as much as I had misjudged certain things about him‚ I had accurately assessed Matt. So it seemed that afternoon‚ anyway. As they say‚ though‚ hindsight is twenty-twenty‚ and I understand things now that I didn’t then. And yet‚ I can still imagine something different‚ a world in which we were not our flawed‚ fucked-up selves‚ prone to make mistakes‚ to hurt ourselves and others‚ but were instead more harmonious creatures‚ living so as to love ourselves and one another. But it is a world I have imagined‚ and not yet anywhere seen. Now that “The Forbidden Fruit” has closed‚ maybe we should step back into the theatre we were in just a moment ago. That’s the only place I can think of where this imaginary world might be. I mean‚ what if I’d been able to write the kind of life story that begins with Matt and me just hanging out‚ maybe watching a video or something‚ but shortly after it begins‚ Paul comes in and starts to watch it with us. Instead of paying attention to the movie‚ though‚ I’m watching Paul. He doesn’t notice‚ but Matt does‚ and after the movie ends‚ we go up to his room and he asks me what I think of a particular scene‚ one he knows I didn’t really see. I try to give some fake answer‚ afraid I’ll get caught for having not paid attention to the movie‚ but Matt calls me on it‚ and says he noticed I have a thing for Paul. Embarrassed‚ I try to deny it‚ but Matt tells me he’s cool with it and that he thinks Paul and I could really hit it off. I’m so surprised by what he says‚ but he explains that Paul’s gay and that he’s suspected for a long time that I’m gay. Then he drops a real shocker: Paul’s kind of been asking Matt about me‚ and Matt’s been doing what he can to encourage him! Who would have thought it? Matt’s had it in his head all along to set us up and has been patiently waiting for the right moment to guide me and Paul to the same idea. Then it all makes sense to me‚ why he’s been dropping “casual” comments about Paul over the past couple of months and why recently we will “happen” to run into Paul at our usual hangouts around town. Matt is such a great friend‚ I don’t know what I’d do without his love and support. Life can be so hard sometimes‚ but it’s the devotion of really great friends that carries you through it. In fact‚ Matt tells me‚ “I love you and Paul more than anyone else in the world‚ and I couldn’t imagine anything better than seeing my best friend and my little brother make each other happy.” So after talking it over with Paul‚ Matt sets us up on our first date‚ and we’re both so taken with a mix of excitement and schoolgirl embarrassment that when Matt sends us out the door together‚ he has to make us hold hands. Then he gets an idea and runs inside to get a camera. Now we’re really embarrassed‚ but he snaps a photo anyway‚ of two guys feeling very awkward but looking incredibly cute together and obviously happy. We go on our date‚ which is pretty plain vanilla‚ dinner and a movie‚ and we’re both kind of nervous because neither of us really knows what he’s doing. But we have a good conversation‚ and I find out how smart and funny Paul is and hope he thinks the same about me. We avoid talking about Matt and the whole reason we’re on this date together‚ because everything is still so new and awkward. But when we get home‚ we sit on the porch in the dark‚ warm air of this midsummer night. It seems like magic to me‚ and something about the mood‚ the place‚ the moonlight‚ or the soft shadows draws Paul and me together. When we kiss‚ it’s like a shower of meteors raining down overhead‚ and for a long time we sit together‚ arms around one another‚ enjoying the togetherness and the silence. Then the door opens and Matt steps out with this big‚ goofy grin and says‚ “All right‚ you guys‚ I’ve given you forty-five minutes out here‚ but I’m just dying inside‚ and I can’t take it anymore! So how’d it go?” Matt’s so giddy that Paul and I burst out laughing‚ which is all the answer Matt needs. He comes over and sits with us‚ and the three of us hang out together over the next few hours‚ so free‚ easy‚ and comfortable‚ enjoying the mysterious variety of human love. Before I go home‚ I thank Matt‚ for everything‚ and Paul‚ for such a wonderful evening. Matt takes his cue and goes back inside‚ and after kissing Paul one more time‚ I tell him how great I think he is and that I’d like to do this again‚ soon. He takes my hands and‚ squeezing them‚ tells me‚ “You’re everything Matt said you were‚ Elliot‚ and even a little more—but that can be our secret!” I get lost in the deep blue pools of his eyes and think‚ Oh Paul‚ I’m yours‚ forever and ever. End of scene. Fade to black. Wouldn’t that make for a happy little drama? A nice romance to make us all feel good? I’d like it just as much as you‚ believe me‚ but the thing is‚ life happens out in the street‚ not up on the stage. Later the same night Matt yelled at me—maybe “cursed” would be a better word—I remember waking up with this incredible pain that seems to be coursing through my whole body. It’s worse in my head‚ almost like there’s something stuck through it. I try to reach up to see what’s the matter‚ but my arms don’t respond. I can’t even open my eyes‚ really‚ though it seems I can see a sliver of red light in my left eye. There’s something warm and salty clogging up my mouth‚ and I try to spit it out. But with each breath‚ the pain increases‚ sharp and stabbing on my right side. The effort is too much‚ and I slip back into a comfortable unconsciousness. I see myself‚ from the outside‚ as if in a dream‚ and the more I look‚ the more I realize I am in a dream. Then there are two of me‚ the watcher and the watched‚ a mind that is aware and a body that seems unaware. And though the perspicuity of the experience is almost palpable for the mind-self‚ all it can do is watch the body-self‚ and at first it begins to doubt that it’s really me it’s seeing‚ but then it decides it is me. It’s my body. My shape. My arms‚ my legs‚ my head‚ my face. But I’m not in my body. I can’t feel it‚ can’t get back into it‚ and I don’t know why. The body-self is lying there in the grass‚ at night‚ in an open space between the trees. There’s darkness all around‚ stars and moonlight and a gentle breeze. I can’t tell if it’s asleep or just lying there‚ and I wish I could call to it‚ get it to come over to me if I can’t go over to it. But I’m just the mind-self. I don’t have a mouth‚ and I can’t speak. I can’t say where I am‚ or if I really exist‚ but only that I have a center of consciousness and a point of view. But if that is the case‚ why am I seeing myself lying there? Why am I not in the body-self‚ looking out from there. But then I remember I’m not seeing‚ I’m only dreaming. It’s not real‚ none of it is real. I’m only dreaming‚ and I wish I could wake up. It seems urgent‚ suddenly‚ that I wake up. I don’t want to be this way‚ I don’t want to be there‚ away from my body-self. I want to be in it‚ at home‚ and I think that only if it were awake‚ then I would be awake. And I’d be in it. At home‚ together and whole. Mind and body with one another‚ awake‚ alive‚ and whole. Bound together so they can’t come apart. I begin to realize that’s what I want‚ to be together and whole‚ but I’m not together and whole and I don’t know why. I understand that I am broken. Then I begin to feel something else there‚ something approaching through the shadows. When I wake up again‚ I can see this blazing light that hurts my eyes even though they’re not open‚ so I decide to keep them shut. Something‚ someone seems busy about my body‚ like I’m being pulled or jostled about. Slowly‚ the pain starts to disappear‚ so pretty soon I can’t feel anything‚ and like the volume on a stereo being turned up‚ my ears come online‚ and I start to hear things‚ voices and noises I don’t recognize. I sense the words as indicating something serious‚ though I don’t know what exactly is being said‚ and even today they are just on the edge of my memory of this moment. Then I’m aware that I’m also hearing a siren‚ and I seem to be in motion. I don’t know how long the moment lasts‚ but eventually‚ the effort is again too much‚ and I let myself gently slide away into the darkness. The body-self is still there in the grass‚ and at first I don’t quite realize it‚ but I’m in it now. Mind-self and body-self are together. I can feel the bulk of the earth under my back and the grass under my fingers. When I look out there are stars and trees and the cool night air. I try to sit up‚ but find that I can’t. I’m stuck on my back and can’t move. As much as the mind-self tries to lead‚ tries to get the body to stand‚ it won’t follow. Get up! I think. We’ve got to go. It’s not safe here! It doesn’t listen‚ doesn’t hear‚ doesn’t obey‚ I don’t know which. The frustration I feel is about as much as I can tolerate‚ and then I’m outside again‚ the same position I was in before‚ two of me‚ watcher and watched‚ dreaming. The body is naked now‚ unlike before‚ and I see it with new eyes. There’s a hole in it‚ then two holes‚ like two mouths‚ one where it should be and one where it shouldn’t. Something or someone is getting close‚ I can feel it. I’m afraid and don’t know what to do. Get up. Get up! My body has two holes in it‚ both of them open and gaping and empty. I’m hungry‚ I think. I want food‚ something to eat. I am so hungry I have two mouths‚ one where it should be and one somewhere else‚ lower down. The awareness of my hunger draws me back‚ and I’m in my body again‚ aware only of the two empty holes and the approach of something or someone through the trees. Get up! Please! We can’t stay here! There is someone there‚ a figure with arms and legs and face. It’s over me now‚ a presence that is simply there‚ covering me‚ and I feel hungry‚ painfully so. I look up to see who it is‚ hoping only that he’s brought food. I’m so hungry. It’s Matt. The face is Matt. There is no food‚ and he’s telling me I’m not hungry‚ that I don’t need to eat. But I know that’s not true. He’s lying. I am hungry‚ and there is food. There’s plenty of food. But again he insists that I’m not hungry and there is no food. Why do I have two mouths‚ then‚ if I’m not hungry? If I have two mouths‚ I must be hungry. I am hungry and I can feel it. There’s food‚ too‚ and I’m hungry enough to take it. Please‚ I think. I’m hungry. I want something to eat. Then it’s Paul. The face is Paul. I feel better now‚ content in the promise of something to eat. He will feed me. He always feeds me. Paul will give me food. But when I look again‚ it’s not Paul‚ but someone else. The face has changed into someone that looks familiar‚ but I don’t know for sure. I’ve seen him before‚ but when‚ where? I’m hungry‚ I say‚ two mouths speaking for me. Please. But he laughs. He only laughs at me. Wicked‚ sinister‚ hissing laughter. Mocking me. Then why don’t you eat? he says. Eat if you’re hungry! He’s standing on top of me now‚ laughing. I can feel him‚ the weight of him pressing me into the earth‚ holding me down. I can’t eat‚ I say‚ there’s no food and I can’t move! But he laughs and laughs and laughs‚ and then I’m laughing‚ too‚ even though I don’t want to. I’m laughing with him‚ and then I’m laughing by myself. I look up. He’s gone. I’m still empty and broken‚ and I’m not laughing anymore‚ but screaming. I wake up‚ and there’s a cool wipe on my face and a woman’s voice that says‚ “Shhh‚ honey‚ it’s only a nightmare. Go back to sleep. You’re going to be all right‚ you just need to rest‚” and then I’m asleep again‚ and‚ mercifully‚ I don’t dream. I don’t remember what happened after Matt hit me. So what exactly happened afterward‚ I don’t know for sure. But from what evidence was available‚ I am able to piece together this account: After my confrontation with Matt‚ apparently I went back to my house‚ but decided not to stick around there. I wanted to be alone somewhere‚ so I got in my car and drove around for a while‚ eventually ending up in a park near my house. That’s not unusual‚ as I sometimes went there when I wanted to be alone‚ preferring to sit in the grass between the trees when I needed to clear my head and think things out. I was probably there for quite a while‚ watching the sun go down. And—big surprise—I had been drinking‚ so maybe I fell asleep. Anyway‚ a few hours later‚ this girl who lives near the park was walking with her boyfriend‚ and they found me unconscious and bloody‚ and called an ambulance. Someone attacked me and left me there in pretty bad shape. Initially‚ I was able to face whoever it was standing up‚ but my ability to defend myself didn’t go very far. My left arm was broken as I fell on it. Once I was down‚ then my face and right side were kicked in‚ leaving a broken nose‚ a cracked cheekbone‚ some bad cuts‚ a few chipped teeth‚ bruised ribs. Some of the bones in my right hand were crushed‚ as though with the heel of a shoe. It’s kind of a good thing‚ too‚ that I had no memory of the event‚ because the police ended up being satisfied that it was a random attack and thus let the matter drop‚ but more importantly because my mom thought the same thing and never found out the real motivation behind it. That was really something to be thankful for. Only a handful of people ever knew the truth‚ and I never talked about it again with her after I moved away for college. Even while in college‚ I only told two other people about these events. I was in the hospital a few days‚ mostly just for observation‚ but I did have to have surgery on my right hand and my face‚ which needed some minor reconstruction. Amazingly‚ I didn’t suffer any nerve damage‚ and the only really permanent physical effect‚ aside from a few scars‚ was that I lost one tooth‚ but a falsie took care of that. Needless to say‚ I missed the graduation ceremony‚ for which I was kind of relieved‚ actually‚ because after what happened with Matt‚ I pretty much just wanted to disappear. My second-to-last day in the hospital turned out to be on my birthday. So much for a party that year. In fact‚ since that day‚ I’ve never really celebrated my birthday much at all‚ partly because once I was in college‚ few people were around for summer break‚ and partly because there’s no reason to hash through the memories of that particular day every year. What I mean is that they’re with me all the time anyway‚ so I don’t really feel the need to mark the occasion. I’d really prefer to forget about it all‚ yet here I am writing it out‚ if only to try to assign my memories the proper meaning in the events narrated so far. I guess there’s a certain kind of irony in that‚ in wanting to forget but needing to remember. If you’ve ever tried to think about your life‚ to write things down and get them accurate‚ you know how hard this can be. And if you’ve read this account up to here‚ I guess you might be curious enough to see how it ends‚ so I’ll continue to do my best to be consistent‚ honest‚ and true. I’ve discovered so far that by writing about my experiences‚ I can in fact forget about them‚ though. That is to say‚ I can leave them behind‚ consign them to the past‚ and‚ hopefully‚ step into the future without the burden of always and everywhere feeling the weight of what I’ve been through falling down on top of me. When I woke up that morning‚ I was eighteen years old. Technically an adult‚ but in many respects still a kid‚ my experience more advanced than what it should have been‚ and my ability to cope not always up to the task. My mom was the first to see me that day‚ and had been the only person to see me‚ in fact‚ so far. I do have fond memories of our being together then. It was the last time she ever really took care of me‚ the last time I admitted that I needed it and let her do it. At the hospital‚ she had pretty much been living in the same room with me‚ and it was only the day before that I finally convinced her that she should go home‚ that I would be all right‚ that the nurses were also taking good care of me. She took a lot of convincing‚ but finally left after promising me that she’d be back later on to keep me company. I really love my mom‚ and I knew what a sacrifice she was making for all of this. How she got the time off work‚ I’ll never know. If there’s anything I wish I could change about what happened‚ it would be to save her from all the anguish and suffering she went through. You’d have thought I was dying the way she worried about me. I don’t mean to say that she overreacted‚ but I would have been just fine without her dropping everything to be with me. When she visited me that morning‚ she brought me some flowers‚ which were really nice‚ in fact. No one ever gave me flowers‚ before or since. What was really cool‚ though‚ was that she brought a cupcake with a candle on it‚ which was totally not allowed‚ but she snuck it in anyway. She lit the candle‚ sang happy birthday to me‚ and then fed it to me in small bits since I couldn’t use either of my arms. We talked for a while‚ and she told me all the latest news. She hadn’t seen Matt‚ but talked to his mom the day before. Apparently‚ the graduation was “beautiful” and they were “sorry” that I wasn’t able to attend. I got the feeling from the way she told it that there was more to the story than she realized‚ but I wasn’t going to ask. She also told me the latest news about her friends at the church‚ and passed along their well wishes as well as those of some of my teachers at school. My room had a TV and VCR in it‚ so just before mom left‚ she pulled out the Star Wars trilogy for me to watch. I knew all three backwards and forwards‚ but I didn’t own them on tape‚ so it was a great present for her to give me. I was ready for a midmorning nap‚ but she put the first one in so I could watch it as I fell asleep. I think I got as far as the destruction of Alderaan. The rest of the morning was uneventful‚ and in the afternoon I got one of the nurses to start Empire. This one I stayed awake for‚ mainly because it’s the best one and my favorite. I’d just gotten past the part where Han Solo is put in the carbon freeze (Leia: “I love you!” Han: “I know!”) and into the fighting sequences between Luke and Vader as the rest of the group makes their escape‚ when I heard a knock at the door. In walked Paul. I don’t know who was more surprised‚ me or Paul‚ but since I couldn’t see myself‚ I’d have to say that he was. It’s hard to describe the look on his face. It was kind of like fear but also like horror‚ as though he were staring into the face of something monstrous. It’s kind of funny thinking about it now‚ because I have this picture in my mind of Paul’s shocked face and just over his head to the right‚ there’s Luke dangling by one arm from the catwalk and Vader is reaching out‚ saying‚ “Search your feelings. You know it to be true...” “Is it really that bad?” I said‚ finally breaking the trance he was in. “What? No‚ not at all.” “Don’t bother‚ Paul. It’s obvious you’re lying‚ and I’m not in the mood.” “I’m sorry‚” he said‚ looking down. Then he looked at me again‚ long and hard. I could see him steeling himself against the churning in his gut‚ the mix of shock and surprise. Slowly he was able to compose himself‚ and wipe the emotion from his face. “I just... I just wasn’t ready for it. I didn’t know what to expect.” I felt wretched. Stared at. Now Luke Skywalker was dangling like a twit from the antenna beneath the Cloud City station. “Look‚ do you mind if I turn that off?” “No. Go ahead.” Paul shut off the TV and pulled a chair over beside my bed. “I’m sorry‚ Elliot. I didn’t mean to be an ass.” “It’s all right. I haven’t seen myself yet‚ but I know it must look pretty bad. Nobody will give me a mirror.” My mom had flat refused‚ in fact‚ even though I asked her repeatedly. I didn’t believe that it could be so bad. I was on my back the whole time‚ but propped up‚ so I could see that most of my upper body was covered in casts‚ bandages‚ or straps of some kind. My left arm was completely encased‚ leaving my fingers sticking out the end. My right forearm and hand were in another cast‚ and my torso was wrapped up in this strange girdle kind of thing‚ to help the ribs. But my head probably looked the worst. The right side was pretty much still covered in bandages. They had reset my nose and put tiny metal staples into my right cheekbone and eye socket‚ and my jaw was immobile‚ wired almost shut‚ open enough that I could speak quietly and slowly. My left eye and the left side of my face were free‚ and the top of my head was free. And my legs were free. But then there were all the tubes and hoses of various sorts‚ all going into one orifice or another‚ or barring that‚ a hole they punch in you. One thing I learned is that they had a special tube for more places than I realized they could stick them. It seems like everything’s liquid in a hospital‚ what goes in and what goes out. I was hungry all the time‚ but they claimed they were feeding me through one of the tubes‚ which was partly true‚ I guess‚ because I was pissing all the time. They had a tube for that‚ too‚ of course. “Do you want to talk about it?” “What‚ the tubes?” “No. What happened. The attack.” “I don’t know what happened. They tell me it was an attack. I guess they’re right. I couldn’t have done this all by myself. I think I would have been much faster and cleaner about it.” “Don’t say that‚ please‚” he said. His response only made me angry. “Fuck off‚ Paul.” My words cut him‚ and he started to lose his stoic mold. He was quiet for several seconds. “Do you want me to leave?” “No.” We were both quiet then‚ for a minute or two. “Do you remember any of it?” “No.” There was another long pause. The moment was awkward for both of us‚ and each of us was thinking‚ What the fuck do you say at a time like this? Paul decided to be persistent in his questions about what had happened. “Do you know who did it?” “Yes.” “So you remember.” “No. I just know who did it.” Paul said nothing‚ so I continued. “I’ve had a long time to sit here and think‚ so I figured it out. I know.” “I do‚ too.” Otherwise‚ Paul was quiet. “Matt told you?” “Well‚ Matt knows‚ anyway.” “Of course he does.” “But I found out. That’s all that matters.” “I trust you didn’t do anything heroic and go out and return him the favor.” Man‚ I was being such an asshole. “No‚” Paul said‚ either not understanding my intent‚ or else being incredibly patient with me. He looked down at his feet. “No‚ I didn’t. I’d like to‚ though. I might even do it‚ if you asked me to.” I let his words sink in‚ wondering where he thought all this—me and him‚ I mean—was going. “I guess I should want you to‚ but truthfully‚ I don’t really see the point. As soon as I’m out of here‚ I’m leaving this place and never coming back again. He can just go to hell for all I care‚ and this whole shit hole with him.” That‚ too‚ was meant to score. And it did. I looked down at Paul with my good eye. He was still looking at his feet‚ but now he was visibly shaking. He buried his face in his hands‚ refusing to look at me or let me see him. As terrible as it is to admit‚ I took pleasure at seeing him in pain. I felt entitled to it‚ as though he owed me for some of the burden of what had happened‚ as if‚ I guess‚ I thought he was responsible for it. I am ashamed for having felt so‚ but something in me wanted to hurt him. And then Paul looked at me. Just lifted up his face and looked at me‚ tears streaming down his face‚ his eyes swollen and red. Then I realized what anguish he was in. I could see it written in his face. A dreadful pain‚ a kind of vacancy in his eyes that signified—what‚ I didn’t know. A hollowness inside. A suffering soul. Maybe a broken heart. “I’m sorry! Oh god‚ I am so sorry! I’ve hurt you so much‚ and then this! It never would have happened if not for me. I’ve failed you‚ terribly‚ and if there’s anything in this world I hope for‚ it’s that you’ll some day forgive me‚ Elliot. Please‚ please say you’ll forgive me. I’ll do anything you want‚ anything at all to make this better. Just say you’ll forgive me. Oh god‚ I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Paul’s outburst surprised me‚ shocked me‚ even‚ and I didn’t know what to say. More out of surprise than anything‚ I blurted out‚ “All right‚ I forgive you!” but for what I didn’t know‚ and why I didn’t understand. No matter‚ though. Paul immediately jumped up and threw his arms around my trunk‚ as my own arms were kind of braced up and outward on either side of me. He buried his face into my chest. “Thank you! Thank you!” “Paul‚ it hurts!” I gasped. “Oh‚ shit‚ I forgot‚ I forgot! I’m sorry‚ I’m so sorry!” He let me go and instead just grabbed on to my waist‚ the only place he could really embrace me without touching bandage‚ cast‚ or tube. But then he just let go‚ as if afraid to cause me further pain. As though all of me might somehow be fragile and he didn’t want to make things any worse. I realized that this was probably the first time I looked at him without any feeling whatsoever of desire. I had tried to conquer it before‚ but now the blank feeling came easily‚ probably in part because of the drugs. What’s more‚ though‚ this was the first time I was in Paul’s presence that I didn’t immediately feel inferior to him‚ subservient to him. I don’t know if it was the situation or the painkillers‚ but as much as I’d felt his strength before‚ I was aware of his lack of strength now. It surprised me more than anything‚ I guess‚ but part of me was a little embarrassed by his hysterical display of weakness‚ as though he wasn’t living up to expectations. “Paul‚ get a hold of yourself. Everything’s okay. I’ll be all right!” I said‚ but he didn’t seem to hear me. I began to realize that now more than ever‚ I needed to feel his strength. But it didn’t seem to be there. “There’s some Kleenex over there on the shelf.” He got up to get some‚ then came back over and sat down beside me. “I realize this is the last thing you need to see right now‚ but I feel terrible about what’s happened‚ like it’s my fault in some way.” Paul held on to my left hand‚ gently squeezing the fingers poking out of the end of the cast. “I wish it had been me and not you.” “I wish it hadn’t been either one of us‚” I said‚ “and in a perfect world it wouldn’t have been. But thinking that way doesn’t really matter because it’s happened and there’s nothing either one of us can do about it now but survive. Just because it’s happened to me doesn’t mean it won’t happen to you‚ too. We’ll have to be careful.” I said “we” in order to test his reaction. “I’ll be okay‚ don’t worry‚” he said‚ in a way that made me think he knew something. Before I could ask‚ he said‚ “You’re right‚ though. In a perfect world this wouldn’t have happened at all. You wouldn’t be lying here and I wouldn’t be such a wreck feeling so guilty. Neither one of us would be in this mess.” I almost asked Paul what exactly he meant by that‚ but I didn’t need to. I already knew. We had our moment‚ and our moment was destroyed. Matt had unwittingly seen to that. Mark‚ who beat me up‚ had purposefully seen to it. And Paul‚ by folding under the pressure‚ had seen to it‚ too. There was simply no way something lasting would come out of this if Paul was feeling guilty‚ if he was beginning to wish that neither one of us was in this mess‚ if he was forgetting that it was because of both of us‚ because of the dangerous love we’d shared‚ that we were in this mess to begin with. It seemed to me I had nothing left to do but get out of this place and out of this town. “Paul‚ I’m feeling tired. Thanks for coming‚ but I’ll talk to you later‚ okay? They say I’m supposed to get out in a few days. I’ll call you if you want.” “Oh‚ okay‚” he said‚ sounding disappointed. “Look‚ give me just a sec‚ all right. I’ll be right back.” I didn’t know what he was up to‚ but Paul got up and left the room. I’m sitting there maybe thirty seconds when the door opens and he comes back in‚ followed by his dad. Fuck. Mr. Clements came over and sat in the chair Paul had used. Paul followed and stood at the foot of the bed. I was tense‚ and Paul clearly looked so‚ too. “Hi‚ Elliot. How you doing?” “Okay‚ I guess.” “They treating you all right?” “Yes‚ sir.” “You’ll be out soon?” “Yes‚ sir.” “That’s good.” “Yes‚ sir.” “Look‚ I know this is a little unannounced‚ but I wanted to talk to you.” I didn’t know what to think and looked over at Paul. He tried to be reassuring. “It’s okay‚” he said. “Dad knows about everything. He knows about us.” “You do?” I asked with surprise. And then‚ “Oh god...” “Yes. Paul told me. And Matt told me. Do you know who did this to you?” “Yes‚ sir.” “You remember it‚ then?” “No‚ sir.” “Paul told you?” “No‚ sir.” “Then?” “I figured it out‚ on my own.” I didn’t know what this was‚ but it felt a little like an interrogation. Paul remained silent and kept his eyes from meeting mine. “Who was it‚ then?” “Well‚ Mark of course.” “You’re sure?” “Well... yes.” Mr. Clements looked over at Paul. “Is this true?” “You mean you don’t know?” I asked. “No‚” Mr. Clements said. “Paul and Matt won’t tell me.” “Really?” “Yes.” “Is this true‚ Paul?” “Yes‚” Paul said. “I tried to make them‚ but they were adamant‚” Mr. Clements said. “Apparently it’s part of some deal they made with each other.” “What? Paul?” “Yes‚ it was part of our deal‚” he said. “Matt confronted him and convinced him... not to talk about what he saw. In return‚ you and I don’t turn him in... for this...” Paul was embarrassed‚ and he wouldn’t look at me or his father as he spoke. “I’m sorry‚ Elliot. It just happened. When Matt told me what was what‚ I didn’t feel like I had a choice‚ and with you here I couldn’t exactly talk to you about it‚ you know. I’m really sorry. I hope you’re not mad.” “I don’t know what to think‚” I said. I was quiet for a few moments. There was too much going through my mind‚ too much to take in all at once. I was flooded with questions‚ like “What interest does Matt have in all of this? Why doesn’t he want anyone pointing the finger at Mark?” and “Why would you or I accuse him anyway? That would be the same as publicly admitting... well‚ you know...” The way I understood it‚ Matt had gone to Mark and made sure that he wouldn’t tell people that Paul and I were a couple of fags. In return for Matt’s doing so‚ Paul and I were not to say that Mark had attacked me. But the obvious flaw was that neither Paul nor I would talk about it‚ because that would only confirm Mark’s reason for attacking me in the first place. Besides‚ we had no proof. Something else was going on here. Mark was getting off easy‚ and Matt seemed to be protecting someone or something that he didn’t want anyone else to know about. “That boy should be behind bars for a very long time for this‚” Mr. Clements said. “Maybe so‚ but I just think it was him. I don’t have any real proof‚ unless somebody saw it.” “No. Nobody saw it‚ unfortunately.” I was quiet again. “Why did he do it‚ Paul?” I asked‚ wondering why Matt would go to such lengths. “I mean‚ Matt hit me himself because of this...” But Paul wouldn’t look at me‚ even though I waited for him to answer. Then I realized the reason why. It was so obvious. “It was for you‚ wasn’t it? He wanted to protect you.” Paul still wouldn’t look at me. I could see tears slowly lining his cheek. I continued down the path my own thoughts were going. How did Matt know right off that it was Mark? But Mr. Clements had already gotten there. “Did he know‚ Paul? Did Matt know beforehand that this was going to happen?” he asked. Paul was slowly shaking his head and wiping his face. At his dad’s questions‚ he turned to look directly at him. “I don’t know‚ Dad! Please! I couldn’t ask him. I didn’t want to ask him! I told you everything I know‚ everything except who did it!” Paul looked like he was about to crack. “All right‚ son‚ it’s okay! Look‚ why don’t you go down the hall and get something from the Coke machine. I want to talk to Elliot‚ anyway‚” Mr. Clements said. Paul stood up and looked at me. The torture in his face was evident‚ but try as he might‚ he couldn’t speak to me anymore. Instead‚ his eyes told me everything he wanted to say‚ but couldn’t. Then he turned and walked out of the room‚ the door slowly swinging closed behind him with a metallic click. Mr. Clements turned to look at me. “I’ve put them both through the ringer many times over this‚ Matt more than Paul. But each day it seems like I’m getting more information.” I was in a daze. The very idea that Matt would have known beforehand what Mark might do and yet do nothing to stop it made my stomach turn. Surely this was the secret he was trying to hide. I felt like our friendship hadn’t merely ended. It had been obliterated‚ like it was never there at all. Like we were mortal enemies and always had been. And it wasn’t as if he was satisfied with merely stabbing me in the back. He had to twist the dagger once it was in: Matt’s deal protected himself‚ Paul‚ and‚ as a consequence‚ Mark. It left me hanging out to dry. “Did Matt really hit you?” Mr. Clements asked. “Yes‚ sir‚ he did. Earlier in the day.” No need to remain loyal‚ I thought‚ so I might as well tell the truth. “He punched me. In fact‚ that’s the last clear thing I remember before waking up here.” “I guess that’s another talk he and I are going to have...” “Sir?” “Nothing. Look‚ Elliot‚ this is all very hard. For you‚ obviously‚ but for us as well. I realize now I’ve been too much in the background‚ not checking up on the three of you. Not figuring out what’s going on in your lives‚ and not making myself available to you all.” I had no fucking clue where Mr. Clements was going with all of this‚ let alone why he was saying it. The thing that perplexed me the most was why he was even talking to me‚ why he didn’t seem to automatically hate me for being his son’s lover. “Mr. Clements?” “Yes?” “When Paul said you know about `everything‚’ what exactly did he mean?” “Well‚ yes‚ I guess it’s obvious he didn’t tell me all the details of what happened over the past year‚ but he did tell me enough so that I could get the general picture.” “About us...” “Being together? Yes‚” he said. I waited for a moment before asking the really difficult question. “You’re not angry about it?” Mr. Clements took a deep breath and exhaled. This was what he’d come to talk about‚ I think. This was the moment of truth‚ and we were treading on dangerous ground. I had almost nothing more to lose‚ but as for him... I wasn’t sure. It seemed like he was trying to figure out what he’d lost‚ what he still had‚ and if he could maybe get anything back. “Honestly‚ Elliot‚ I can’t say I’m happy about it. It’s not something I ever planned for‚ or thought about. It’s not something I’m really sure how to deal with.” “I understand‚” I said‚ though I didn’t really. The whole conversation was making me tense. I mean‚ here I was‚ openly talking about being a fag with Paul’s dad. “I hope you can realize‚ though‚ that I never planned for it either. And I didn’t choose to be this way. I am this way.” Mr. Clements looked at me‚ deep in thought. I expected that at any moment he would jump up and just strangle me right there. I mean‚ both he and his wife were lifelong‚ loyal Catholics. They had seen me‚ Matt‚ and Paul raised in the faith‚ yet what should come of it but that I was corrupt and had dragged their sons down with me‚ turning one into a pervert like me and dragging the other into a plot to destroy me. My own sin‚ or so it could be argued‚ had caused them to sin as well—each one mortally so. On one level‚ it seemed Mr. Clements would only be doing the reasonable thing by preventing any of this from ever happening again. Instead‚ though‚ Mr. Clements said something astonishing: “Elliot‚ it’s not my place to judge you‚ and I’m not going to. If you want‚ your secret is safe with me‚ and for Paul’s sake‚ since he’s got another year in school‚ I hope you’ll keep it that way‚ too. Understand that I utterly abhor what this boy Mark did and think that his actions can never be justified or ever excused‚ but without proof‚ there’s not much we can do. I know that’s a very hard thing to say‚ but making accusations will only end up hurting you guys more. But my point is that your being gay is all right with me. I’m not saying I approve. I’m just not upset about it. I don’t understand it‚ but I’ve had a lot of time recently to think about things and realize that your struggle must be far more difficult than mine. What I am upset about is that you two are far too young to be doing what you did—too young to appreciate the long-term consequences it might have. And unfortunately you guys found out the hard way the danger you’re confronting.” “What about Paul’s being gay? You’re not upset about that?” “Well‚” Mr. Clements said‚ taking a deep breath‚ “he may or may not be. We’ve talked about it‚ and I don’t think he’s as sure as you are. He’s a year and a half younger than you and hasn’t had as long to sort things out. And I understand his relationship with Kelly is important to him and that he intends to continue with her when her family returns from their summer vacation‚ and I will support him in that. I can see that you have reason to think he’s gay‚ of course. I’m sorry to say so‚ but I’d personally prefer that he weren’t. But no matter what‚ he’s my son. It may not be easy‚ but I’ll be there for him and help him in any way I can.” Mr. Clements paused for a bit‚ then continued. “In a perfect world‚ maybe I could have done the same for you.” When Mr. Clements said that‚ my heart broke wide open‚ and I felt in a way I never had before the pain of what it means to grow up without a father‚ without someone to guide me through the long‚ difficult process of becoming a man. I saw the source of so much of my pain with a harsh clarity‚ and realized that my depression and lack of self-esteem were symptomatic of this greater problem. For the first time since I’d been in the hospital‚ I cried. Maybe bawled is more accurate. For a good ten or fifteen minutes‚ the agony of so many years came pouring out. I was finally able to express the profound isolation and loneliness that sometimes only boys like me can know. What a blessing it was that here‚ at the low point of my life‚ was someone to listen and understand‚ someone to hold my hand and wipe away my tears. Eventually‚ Mr. Clements was able to calm me down‚ and I regained some semblance of composure and normality. I felt lousy‚ but good‚ too‚ like the way you feel after throwing up. We talked for several minutes‚ Mr. Clements helping me to work through my feelings of anguish. We talked about Matt‚ too. About how much his friendship had meant to me over the years‚ and how much I was going to miss it now that it was gone. “Are you going to be all right?” Mr. Clements finally asked. “Yes‚ I think so‚ in time. Thanks for putting up with me‚” I said. “Not a problem.” As I settled down‚ the absurdity of this moment caught up with me. I mean‚ here I was‚ trussed up in this freaking hospital room‚ having a “moment” with my gay lover’s dad. How fucking weird was that! I started to chuckle a bit. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing‚” I said‚ continuing to laugh. “It’s all so strange. I mean‚ is this what you had in mind when you said you wanted to talk to me?” Mr. Clements started to laugh a little‚ too. “No... not really. But I am glad we talked.” “Yeah‚ me too‚” I said. We were quiet a few seconds‚ each of us alone with his thoughts. Then Mr. Clements got a serious look on his face. “Really‚ I only had one question I wanted to be sure to ask you.” “Yeah?” I said‚ still a little bemused. “What is it?” “Are you in love with my son?” Blown away doesn’t even begin to describe the effect his question had on me. It was so unexpected and so direct‚ that I would rather have been anywhere at that moment than in that room. Mr. Clements looked me right in the eyes‚ in a way that demanded an answer‚ but I was in somewhat of a dilemma. I could say no‚ and basically suggest that all of this mess had been the result of an enormously irresponsible lust‚ or I could say yes‚ and basically point out that to my mind Paul and I were not over‚ even if I wasn’t so sure about that. Either way‚ I was going to give an answer he probably wouldn’t like‚ each one for vastly different reasons. What could I do but speak from the heart and hope for the best. “Yes‚ sir. I am.” “Okay‚” he said‚ patting me on the leg. “I just wanted to know.” When I got home from the hospital‚ I stayed there because I wanted to avoid contact with other people as much as possible. I had only a few weeks before I would leave for college‚ and my only real goal was to get myself ready to go. They had removed all but a few bandages from my head and face‚ as well as the wiring on my jaw‚ but I still had the casts on both arms and the rib brace to wear‚ when I wanted it‚ around my torso. And I had to get used to letting my mom help me dress‚ eat‚ bathe‚ and go to the toilet. She also helped me every night with simple exercises that would help me maintain some flexibility and‚ the doctors hoped‚ lessen the time I’d be spending in physical therapy. There was one exception to my self-imposed cloistering‚ though. When he had come to visit me‚ I mentioned to Mr. Clements how angry I was with God for making me the way I am. He then told me that he had ordered both Paul and Matt—especially Matt—to go to confession. Though he couldn’t order me‚ he suggested I think about going as well. “You don’t think I’m doing penance enough?” I asked him‚ but he only said‚ “Yes‚ you are indeed. But it may help you unburden yourself and come out of this with a clear conscience.” In Catholic-speak‚ this made sense to me‚ so I asked my mom to drive me one afternoon before the Saturday mass. I hadn’t been to confession for well over a year‚ long before my seventeenth birthday when I first served Paul. I had been attending mass regularly‚ as had Paul and Matt. Both his parents and my mom went every week‚ so skipping out wasn’t really an option unless you wanted to start a big row over it. Confession was another matter‚ though‚ as each of us were old enough to regulate that on our own. We never talked about it‚ though‚ so I don’t even know if Matt made a habit of going‚ or if he did‚ how often. I assumed it wasn’t much‚ since I saw him most every Saturday. And I never knew if Paul went that much‚ either‚ though I suspected not. I didn’t go because for one‚ the big sin on my plate was explicitly condemned‚ so I already knew what the response from the priest would be‚ and two‚ I had no intention of mending my wicked ways. Without that‚ there’s no point in confessing anything. My mom thought I was virtuous merely for wanting to go to confession‚ and she respected my privacy enough not to ask the reason why. I confessed my anger‚ and after asking me to explain the reasons why I was feeling this way‚ the priest behind the screen—thank God it wasn’t Father John—listened to my arguments and told me I was merely rationalizing my behavior in order to excuse my guilt. “Homosexual acts are a sin‚” he told me‚ “no matter who commits them or what the reason.” I was indeed feeling guilty—guilty for not being normal—and enormously so. But consider what he told me and put that up against the fact that I didn’t choose to be who I am and feel what I did‚ and he seemed to be rationalizing my guilt in order to condemn my behavior. Okay‚ maybe my feelings weren’t always pure‚ weren’t always governed by love‚ sacrifice‚ and compassion. Neither were those of straight people. Yet what they did‚ under the right circumstances‚ was considered okay. What I did‚ no matter what the circumstances‚ was not nor ever would be. It made me more frustrated. I was after all made this way! I mean‚ I might as well confess that my hair was brown as that I was gay. For me‚ the mystery of why I was gay—am gay‚ I guess I should say—is the same as that of why I exist. I like men. It’s who and what I am‚ as much as any other part of me is. Of course‚ being a fag wasn’t really the issue. Being a fag is not technically a sin‚ and in taking this position‚ you understand‚ the Church takes a very forward approach toward modern cognitive and physiological psychology‚ which also discuss homosexuality in terms of biological processes and not lifestyle “choices” or social conditioning. There are certain things about us that are beyond choice. So in a certain sense‚ we fags were created like this as God intended. On the other hand‚ acting like a fag is a sin. For this reason‚ the Church teaches that homosexuals are called to be single‚ which is the same as saying they are meant to be celibate. To me‚ that seemed simply cruel‚ and still does. Here‚ the Church seems to ignore an insight of modern behavioral psychology‚ that sex is not just a mechanism for responding to a biological imperative. It is also a means of fulfilling certain psychological motivations and needs‚ which‚ because none of us are alike‚ vary somewhat from individual to individual‚ and even culture to culture‚ and which can’t always be addressed by other means. Of course‚ there are certain ways in which we’re all alike. I mean‚ all of us‚ no matter who we are‚ feel compelled to join ourselves to another person in some way. And we feel this as a consequence of our creation. But how can you say Group A is good to go to form sexual relationships with each other‚ and Group B‚ simply by virtue of the fact that they’re in the Bs‚ isn’t? Well‚ I’m not up to a general defense of homosexuality. Nor was I then‚ either. The priest granted me absolution and assigned me a penance‚ which I willingly did. He also gave me this simple advice: “Pray and rely on God.” Succinct‚ clear‚ and honest. Probably the best advice I ever got. But to me‚ it also had this unavoidable implication: you can’t rely on anyone else‚ even the Church. You have to understand that to my mind‚ there really is no moral difference between the action and the feelings in your heart. After all‚ if the action is wrong‚ then the sin has already been committed within. But I knew that my heart‚ from which sexuality emerges‚ wasn’t like my head or my body: I couldn’t control what it did. Nor was I willing to drive a wedge between it and the rest of my being by embracing celibacy. So if the Church couldn’t accept my heart‚ neither‚ did it seem‚ would it ever accept my head or my body. Yes‚ I would pray and rely on God. That’s all I could do‚ because if somebody didn’t accept part of me‚ they weren’t going to accept any of me‚ a lesson I had already learned much too vividly. I loved the Church and still do‚ despite myself‚ but I couldn’t find a home there. “The way you are‚ we don’t want you‚” the priest seemed to be saying‚ so that was the last day I went to mass. Look for “Chapter Ten. Loose Ends.” Comments may be sent to paulsgoodboy@hotmail.com. Author’s Note: In case it may need to be said‚ the episode of criminal violence described in this chapter is presented for purposes of narrative development only and is‚ in its specific details‚ entirely fictional—though this is neither to suggest that such events are uncommon nor to gloss over the fact that they are always and everywhere a horror. I suspect that the vast majority of gay men have been teased‚ spit on‚ intimidated‚ threatened‚ assaulted‚ or worse at least once in their lives‚ and my heart breaks each time I think about things that have happened to me‚ or things I have seen happen to others, as a result of intolerance. Even though I’ve not suffered the worst of what heterosexism‚ at its most virulent‚ can render‚ I feel a deep and abiding sympathy for those who have. The fact is that the recent murders of men like Billy Jack Gaither‚ Matthew Shepard‚ or Barry Winchell are not isolated cases: they provide clear examples of the dangerous conditions that many thousands of gay men in the United States grow up in and live with today. Such incidents are the direct end result of the sort of systemic hatred for gays many of us become accustomed to as boys. When‚ for example‚ one object of my high school affection—a National Honor Society student‚ skilled athlete‚ and minister’s son—warned me off by saying‚ “I’ll kill you‚” I believed him. So as I learned that Billy Jack had been stabbed‚ beaten‚ and set on fire‚ that Matthew had been pistol-whipped‚ tied to a fence‚ and left to freeze‚ that Barry had been dragged from his bed and bludgeoned with a baseball bat—in each case I was horrified‚ but I wish I could say I was surprised. I was not. Opponents to the sort of hate crime legislation called for by the Human Rights Campaign speciously point out that cases like these are few, especially when compared to figures derived for the total population. They are right, of course, if you consider only murder. Data collected by the FBI, available on its website, suggests that bias crimes against gays nearly doubled from 1990 to 1998 and are still on the rise. According to the Uniform Crime Reports for 1999‚ the most current yearly assessment available‚ hate crime figures remain astonishingly high‚ considering the report covers a period of only 365 days. Of the 9‚301 total hate crime offenses reported‚ 6‚189 (or 66.5%) were attributed to crimes against persons‚ ranging from intimidation to murder. Of the 7‚871 reported single-bias incidents—a figure which includes crimes against property‚ persons‚ and society as a whole—1‚317 (or 16.7%) were the result of sexual orientation bias. Of these, 915 (or 69.5%) resulted from anti-male homosexual bias and involved a total of 1‚025 offenses‚ including 2 murders‚ 128 aggravated assaults‚ 308 simple assaults‚ and 329 intimidations. The sad truth is that these figures represent an extremely conservative estimate. The UCRs for any given year are only as reliable as the state and local police agencies that voluntarily participate in the data collection process‚ and those that do represent only 85% of the total population. In addition‚ underreporting‚ especially of incidents of hate crime‚ is common‚ so the majority of hate crime incidents go unidentified‚ and thus unprosecuted‚ every year. (You can read an American Psychological Association position paper on hate crime‚ which addresses this and other issues‚ at www.apa.org/pubinfo/hate/.) While a federal response to this issue is necessary and welcome‚ it is important to demand and support efforts to identify‚ report‚ and prosecute hate crime in our hometowns or local jurisdictions. Many believe that most anti-gay incidents occur in our schools and workplaces. Many do. But consider another surprising finding: in 1999‚ the highest number (30.6%) of the 1‚317 incidents involving just sexual orientation bias (and 28.7% of the 7‚876 total reported bias-motivated incidents) occurred in or on residential property (though we are also at similarly high risk on highways‚ streets‚ roads‚ and alleys). This tends to confirm something many gay men already know from experience: while hate can happen anywhere‚ it often begins at home.

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Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2001 00:03:08 +0000 From: Darren Marples Subject: Pack of Wolves This is one of my first stories I've wrote so I hope you guys give me some feed back at dazza12331@uboot.com. I do have to warn you it's not for the faint hearted. So if your offend by gay sex or submissive scenes well don't bother reading it will you. For the rest of you enjoy. Pack of Wolves It was a Thursday or maybe a Friday. It's so long ago I can't remember... Actually to think of it the main event took place two days later and that was definately a Saturday. So it was definately a Thursday. Yeah I remember it was after the Barbecue at the Braithwaites. It was getting a little late and to be honest everyone had a few beers. At the moment you may find this irrelevant but its very important for you to know about me for it was greatly on my mind all that evening. I had just moved from the main family house and into the lodge so I could 'do the place up' before I sell the place and live in the lodge permanently living off the profits. I worked my butt off at university and as a lawyer in London for so long it was about time I lived it up a little now. So with the money I'd made over the years I decided to give my parents old place a facelift and sell it once and for all, after all they'd been dead for ten years. I was over all that. Completely. Some guys get over things by getting out there and having a good time but not me. I forced myself to be recognised as a forced to be reckoned with and one way to do that was work. Sometimes that meant seven days a week for weeks. Well a social icon I was not and that was why I struggled at the Braithwaites like I had with talking to folk. The company was mix, from the vicar and the local bank manager to a couple of guys who had come back from Uni for the summer and so on. All in all there were about fifty folk there. Half the village and a few extras for good luck I suppose. I discovered my sexuality roughly at the same time of my parents death and going to university and so I sort of 'push it to one side' however as time went by I came to terms with that. Coming from a rich family I had a little help through therapy and I accepted it as a part of me. I also was proud of myself on the fact I blend into the crowd I was in. I could act as though I was a lord and I also could act as though I was a commoner too and at the same with my sexuality, only to the trained eye I was noticeable to be gay. Well at that party I was under the belief that none of those eyes were all that trained. So much so Mrs Jones tried to get her daughter coupled with me but I walked away. Politely but I walked away. There was a guy who spotted this action. A young looking guy most probably one of the university guys so lean and good looking, no older than 21. I remember the look so well that he gave me as he turned away from the drinks he was pouring looking at me weighing up the circumstance. Realising the unsaid part of my actions. A thirty something guy like me turning down such advances. I'm almost certain there would be more indications than that I gave away to the trained eye. So when the party died I couldn't wait to get away as I was getting a little uncomfortable from the 'looks' I was getting from this guy now and then every so often he would look over to me from where he stood with some other guys about his age and most probably apart of the Uni. crowd too. I had walked it to the party so I could have a few drinks and I needed to walk it back to work off the beer I had drunk. The braitwaites lived further out of the village than I and down a country lane too and so you had to be aware that cars flew down that lane like they do, but when your half drunk its hard to remember. I could here the raw of an engine coming from behind me, I moved into the side of the road to allow the traffic to pass. It flashed passes me what seemed to be a hundred miles an hour. It took me aback and I fell backwards. I heard the car stop in a lay by or something and I tried to slowly pick myself up but fell down again. Into the mud bath I had unaware chose to stand by. I was becoming a mess. The next thing I was aware of was this smile well it was looking more like a smirk looking down at me. It was him the young lad that I was more than certain had worked me out at the party. "Oh its no one but that queer boy" He had worked me out 'Oh shit'. A choice of words that where a turn on in themselves, 'that' queer boy was so arrogant. I was half excited and half scared all at once my dick was already stretching the jeans I wore. His smirk was so sexual there was no need for any more words if he didn't care to use any. I wasn't aware how far I was away from the road until I saw a car drive pass, once again at such a dangerous speed. They would never be aware of me laying there with this youth peering over me and if I knew this was so, I knew this thug would do too. He began his onslaught of insults, starting with the basic savagery of queer boy working up the list to faggot cock sucker and I along with you could only guest what was to happen next. I tried to get up again but the drink was still being ungrateful on me and to ensure I wouldn't move he had placed his foot on my chest. I must have looked as though I was scared for my life or something. In the mix of the insults that he continued to throw at me he muttered some thing like "don't worry little girl I won't do anything to you that you don't want!" Then stepping back slightly and yet still keeping his foot in position, only this time not digging into my chest so much allowing me to breath better he slowly undid his zipper and with the same hand moved his cock from his trousers, allowing it to rise upwards. He was as turned on as I was. His half-hard tool still a little saggy looked down at me as he told me to take my trousers off. I did so; still stuck in that state on the ground in the mud from the weather we had been having of late. He spat onto my face, followed by yet another insult of some kind or another. "Just like all the fags at Uni. HARD AS FUCK" I looked down to what he was stirring at. It was the full length of my own dick, hard as hell. A shameful look embellished my face as I looked up at him once more. Again he greeted me with his spit and then his piss. Loads of piss hit my half-naked body. My shirt was soon ruined by his urine. I felt humiliation sweep me entirely. How could this be happening not that long ago I was having a good time at the braithwaites and now this. He moved back further as another car heckled by even faster than the first couple. I smiled to myself as I hoped he would have lost his balance to, but he didn't. One part of me wanted this to happen. It made me feel good a young lad such as him was attracted to me in such a way. However the other part of me didn't feel the same. I felt used and abused almost raped even. That's what it was rape. It was rape as he then took hold of my head and began forcing his now solid member down my throat. "Take it bitch" he screamed at me. The thickness of his dick increased as I excitedly slurped at it. I sucked every single part of his dick taking it down my throat, to the back like the greedy pig I was. I mumbled like a slut slurping away, like the pig I was on his forever-growing dick. His hands firmly placed on the back of my head, taking control of the entire situation. He was in total control and I started to except it and I even struggled on all fours somehow. My attacker then ripped off my shirt from my back and I saw as well as heard the buttons hit on the ground. I sucked harder than ever onto his cock and he showed that I was doing the job right by the amount of moans and the tightness he had on my head, shoving me onto his cock. Yet another car rushed by on that road coming away from the party house. This time I heard a hooter of a car. This time we where spotted. This time I heard the car slow and I listened for it stopping. It did probably where this stud had parked his. I continued to suck on this horny 'bastards' cock as he got loader and loader. I was entwined in the moment even though I could here voices and laughter. It was his friends from the party. "Hey guys" he turned to look away not stopping with the movement in and out of my mouth. I could tell he was about to shoot by the tone of his voice. "Told you I have a pig here" he laughed. "Wow!" I heard the voices of some guys I met at the party, some young guys. I tried to look up and yet was forced back onto his cock. Force to do my job as a cock-sucking faggot. "He stinks of piss" I heard one cat call followed by another "what a whore". I felt shame fill my cheeks in the form of a blush. I continued to suck harder than ever before. I didn't let the guy down at all. They where right that's all I was a dirty little cocksucker. Then it happened he couldn't hold on anymore. He just blasted into my mouth at first and finishing up he pulled his dick out of my mouth and shot all over my face. That wasn't for me and it wasn't for himself but his audience who lapped up the atmosphere. Enjoying man spunk pouring from a stud's cock onto a slut's face. They cheered as he moved away allowing them at me. I looked up towards the three of them. That was the first time I realised how many there was of these men. These studs where going to use me just in the same way their friend had. They were like vultures picking what they could from the carcass that lay before them. I looked up as they slowly took their dicks out. All they were was a pack of wolves.

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Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2024 16:37:39 +0100 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Barney's Confessions of a Wannabe Gay Sex Slave 15-16 Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults interested in homosexual erotica. If that is not something that you wish to read then go no further. All characters and situations are fictional, though hopefully plausible, and grounded in reality. The work published here is all my own with all rights reserved. The author is based in the UK so the diction reflects this but my stories involve characters of different ethnicities and many are set in locations outside the UK. My thanks go to Nifty for all the pleasure the Archive has given me over the years and for the opportunity to bring my writing efforts to the attention of those who share my particular erotic interests. Readers are encouraged to make a donation to keep the archive going for many more years. As always, feedback both critical and complimentary is welcome via e-mail to: barneybumpkin@gmail.com. Please don't contact me with commercial requests or advertising. Hope you enjoy Barney Summary In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man. After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies. However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other. Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise. Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master. Reader's Comments on Barney's previous work "I enjoyed reading your story. It is well-written, with good pace and detail. The theme is imaginative and so hot." "I want to let you know how much I'm enjoying your latest story. Not only is it incredibly horny (I cum every time I read an instalment) but I love the way you're slowly ratcheting things up in an entirely believable fashion." "Your splendid writing has blown my mind and my cock!" Chapter Fifteen if you can meet this afternoon at the same place as before then call me for instructions if not dont call !! When I received my next message from Ram within two weeks of our last encounter without need of a prompt, I began to think that maybe the young Indian was fond of me after all. I recalled how tenderly he had run his fingers through my hair as I had lain on the bed on top of him and how keen he seemed on having me dress up smart for him. But then I figured out, more realistically, that by this time, he was probably running short on groceries! However, for whatever reason, not only had he contacted me again much sooner than in former times, but he had also given me his mobile number! This was a big step away from the almost paranoid anonymity that he had insisted on maintaining with me last year! I wondered if I should ring him to give him mine in return, as texting would make communication far easier than relying on the dating website. Today was a case in point as I had not received his message until it was too late. Apologies Ram, I've been into town this morning and only just got your message. I can currently make any weekday lunchtime this week or next - if you could let me know which one suits you best in advance, I'd be very grateful. Sorry to let you down as I enjoyed last time very much and was looking forward to seeing you again. Alan xxx But I put off giving him my number in return, at least for the time being, as I only had a pretty primitive mobile phone at the time which I didn't carry around with me as I still relied on my PC and landline as my primary means of communication. As a result, I didn't receive Ram's reply until I checked my messages on the website the following morning: 1300hrs same rendezvous point as before have ready coffee...be in a grey/dark suit smart business socks and a white shirt * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I was waiting for Ram in the passenger seat of my car just before 1pm at the same place I had dropped him off and was wearing the clothes he had specified. I guessed that some form of humiliation would be heading my way pretty promptly to underline the fact that, despite appearances, I was the sub and he was the master. I wasn't to be disappointed. "Get your cock out!" Ram demanded as soon as he had settled into the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. "Pull your seat forward and get yourself hard," he added, as we sped away from the kerb. With my heart beating twenty to the dozen, I rushed to comply with his wishes and by the time we reached the lights at the junction with the busy main road my fly was wide open and I was frantically tugging away at my dick in an attempt to get it erect. It was broad daylight, so I knew that as soon as we joined the main carriageway any tall vehicles pulling up alongside us would be able to catch a glimpse of what I was up to. So, as we drove along, I kept an eye out for trucks with a view to covering up my crotch should any come within viewing range. But so anxious was I at being observed that even after beating my meat for a couple of minutes I still remained soft. "Put your hands down by your sides!" Ram demanded, wanting to check up on progress. I reluctantly left my groin fully exposed and my cock promptly flopped limply down onto my thigh. Dissatisfied, he told me to wank harder. I cupped my freshly shaved balls in the palm of one hand, wrapped my fingers tightly around the base of my shaft with the other and set about getting myself excited in earnest. The embarrassment I felt at wanking in public had already set my cheeks aflame but when I complied with the youngster's latest demand, the flush of sexual arousal added to my blushes, turning my previously pale features scarlet red. Closing my eyes to stop me being distracted by the world outside, I diverted my thoughts away from the risks of public exposure to making sure that I kept my handsome young master happy through my unquestioning obedience. This was exactly the sort of humiliation that I had often dreamt about and I was determined not to spoil it now through my unjustified fears. As the pleasurable sensations began to increase with each stroke, my inhibitions gradually faded and my cock firmed up nicely. "That's better!" was Ram's comment after a second inspection revealed that his besuited companion was now sporting a full hard-on. He even awarded my cock and balls an affectionate little pat by way of reward. Now clearly accustomed to driving my car, unlike on our first journey, Ram sped us around the North Circular at a breakneck pace, slowing down only for speed traps, red lights and backed-up traffic. As this was in marked contrast to what had gone before, I concluded that on our inaugural drive he had intended to impress me with his caution. Now he seemed hell bent on checking out how fast my modest Ford would go! So, yet another reason to keep my eyes closed! But as our journey progressed, out of curiosity I opened them again and realised we were fast approaching the turn-off for Tesco. Would we be making a "pit stop" there again, as we had on our previous trip, I began to wonder and, if so, did I need to steel myself for us driving through an area teeming with pedestrians? When we turned off at the supermarket exit ramp, I had my answer. As Ram sped into the car park, and completed a full circuit of its perimeter, I hastily hid my burgeoning erection beneath my cupped hands. He eventually parked on its periphery facing the slip road in the same place he had before. Awaiting his next instructions with bated breath, I remained as I was, while he got out of the car, opened up the door behind him and took his empty holdall from the rear seat. "I want you naked from the waist down when I return and make sure you lock the door behind me!" he directed before slamming the door shut and striding off toward the store. At least he hadn't demanded the impossible this time round, I thought to myself, maybe he'd taken note of the worries I'd expressed in the account of our previous visit that I'd emailed to him? Realising this time round, that I would probably have to wait a considerable time for Ram to return, I didn't rush to comply with his instructions. Instead, I listened to the radio for a while (the pop music station he had chosen) whilst I took a careful look around me. After five minutes or so, with no cars parked close-by, abandoned shopping trolleys blocking the nearby bays and nobody looking my way, began I removing my clothes, starting with my shoes and socks. Then, a few minutes later, after taking a second look around to make sure the coast was still clear, I slid down my trousers and left them crumpled at my feet. The weather was cold and showery and it soon started to rain heavily. I waited bare-assed, nervously glancing around me in case anyone came close enough to spot my naked nether regions - but as everyone was keen to avoid the rain, no one so much as glanced in my direction. Left without any further task to carry out to please my master, I felt on-edge, my feet were getting cold and I was now dying for a pee. As yet more time elapsed, my dick shrank back as my previous excitement vanished completely and the endlessly repeated ads on the radio became a source of annoyance. So that despite me being stripped from the waist down in a public car park, I found it impossible to focus my thoughts sufficiently to get myself re-excited. As I waited, the rain stopped and the sun came out again... then it clouded over and rained some more... still I waited. Thankfully, on Ram's return, things soon began to hot up! As he sat down beside me in the driver's seat, he first demanded I show him my bare feet to confirm that I had fully complied with his instructions, then turned on the ignition and ordered me to get myself hard once again as soon as we hit the open road. When, increasingly desperate to take a piss, I remained unable to get myself hard, he told me to push my seat back so I could straighten out my legs and cross my ankles. Although this helped me control my aching bladder and gain greater purchase on my dick to yank it harder, it also meant that my lower portions were now far more visible through the windows to passing van and lorry drivers and those driving off-road vehicles. The risk of me being observed increased fourfold when we began inching our way through the half-mile long tailback that regularly built up at the traffic lights on this particular stretch of the North Circular at this time of day. Despite the increased danger of me being spotted by bored drivers as they passed us, paused and then repassed us in the inside lane, Ram's next move was to have me unbutton the front of my shirt while he made use of his freed-up hands to have a go wanking me off himself. "Get it harder!" he demanded, hurriedly returning his hands to the steering wheel as a horn sounded from the vehicle behind us to prompt us to fill the six-foot gap that had opened up before us. With only the bottom half of my shirt buttons unfastened, I eagerly obeyed, but this time kept my eyes wide open, anxiously checking out the expressions of nearby car drivers to see if they noticed anything was amiss. As my excitement grew despite the many distractions, the car's heater began pushing out hot air into its interior, flushing my cheeks an even deeper shade of red. Add this to my rising and falling shoulders as I pulled on my shaft, and I thought it was pretty obvious to any driver who cared to look what was taking place just below their line of sight. But thankfully, regardless of what might be going on in the car next to them, impatient London drivers seemingly just didn't want to know! Were it not for a whole series of vans and lorries drawing up alongside us and repeatedly freaking me out, I might easily have lost all control of myself and achieved orgasm there and then! Especially when Ram moved on to heighten my excitement still further by having me unbutton the top buttons of my shirt as well so he could gain access to my nipples. But no sooner had Ram begun tweaking one of them than the lights changed, prompting him to quickly put the car in gear and leave the neighbouring ones standing, as we headed-off for my home at breakneck speed! Just when I thought my public humiliation had ended for the day, Ram pulled to a halt outside the newsagent's shop at the top of my road and abruptly got out of the car, abandoning me, stripped virtually naked and erect, in a location where my neighbours might easily walk past, recognise my car and peer in at the windows! Taken by surprise, as soon as Ram was gone, I hastily lay my discarded trousers over my lap to hide my stiffy, which as a result of my full bladder, now refused to go down, and set about rebuttoning the front of my shirt in a panic. But once I'd done this, it occurred to me I would almost certainly receive a dressing down from Ram for my disobedience should he return and find me dressed. So, after checking out who was around and seeing no familiar faces, I risked unfastening my shirt buttons again but left it at that. Ram kept me waiting on tenterhooks for a further ten minutes as I witnessed him chat amiably with the South Asian newsagent through the shop's glass door, before abruptly leaving with a fashion magazine in one hand and a packet of fags in the other, only to then catch me unprepared. "I didn't say you could put your clothes back on!" he complained as soon he sat back in the driver's seat and realised that I was almost fully dressed. He buckled up his seat belt but made no move to switch on the ignition until I slid my pants from my lap to reveal my cock once again. "For that, you can take all of your clothes off before we set off!" he added, breaking the seal on the pack of cigarettes he'd just purchased, flipping open its lid and selecting one to slide between his lips. "What yer waiting for?" he queried, when I hesitated, winding down the driver's side window fully to let out what little warmth remained inside the car before he lit it up. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Get your ass in gear! I need coffee!" Ram demanded after parking in my drive and opening up his door, indifferent to whether anyone saw me cowering in the passenger seat, naked and erect. As he let himself into the house with my keys, I slid down beneath window height and dressed as rapidly as I could in a reclining position, then dashed indoors praying none of the neighbours caught sight of me. After taking a much-needed piss in the downstairs loo and a drink of water from the tap, to lubricate my gullet in preparation for what I knew lay ahead, I got down on my hands and knees and knocked tentatively on the bottom of the kitchen door. When I heard him tell me to come in, I pushed it open and padded across to the open French windows where he was sitting sucking on a cigarette and exhaling his smoke out into the garden. As I lowered my head to kiss the tops of his trainers to show my gratitude for him fulfilling yet another of my long-standing humiliation fantasies, Ram grudgingly showed me some affection by patting me on the head. But the strokes he gave me were more akin to those one would absentmindedly award a pet cat or dog than a lover and, within seconds, he was shooing me across the room to prepare his drink. What followed was a now familiar routine, in which I made and served him coffee, sucked his dick down on my knees while he drank it and, once he was refreshed and fully aroused, commenced mouth fucking me so enthusiastically that I gagged almost immediately. However, this time round when I failed to accommodate his dick down my throat for more than a few seconds at a time, the youngster responded to my incompetence by following the precedent his mate had set during our last meet by awarding me a couple of slaps across the face and when that didn't do the trick, interspersed his slaps with gobs of spit directed at my eyes and open mouth! Already in a submissive frame of mind, I accepted his blows and spital without protest, meekly fluttered my eyelids to keep it out of my eyes and swallowed his spit, before obediently resuming sucking his cock deep throat once more. Clearly getting off on it, the lad kept me guessing what was coming my way next, a slap, a gob of spit to my eyes or mouth, or his cock being rammed down my throat! I was starting to think he would never tire of it when it seemed to occur to the youngster that, so far, he had made nothing of the smart clothes he had instructed me to wear for our meet - other than to have me remove them completely whilst he drove me along naked and demanded I wank-off on one of London's busiest roads! "Now you're going to have to perform a striptease for me," he announced after emitting an exasperated sigh, hoisting me up from my knees by the ear and turfing me out onto the patio. "Off you go! And make sure it's sexy!" he commanded, closing the door shut behind me to watch from the warmth of the kitchen and point his mobile at me to record my performance on its camera. As I gingerly placed my feet on the gravel, I noticed the ground and furniture was already wet from the earlier rain, and looked up at the sky. Dark clouds were again obscuring the sun and a further shower appeared imminent. Deciding I needed to hurry if I was to avoid my smart clothes getting soaked, I quickly chose a location not overlooked by the neighbours and commenced my strip. Looking around for somewhere dry to deposit my jacket after removing it, and finding nowhere, the youngster provided a solution to my problem by re-opening the door and sticking out a hand. After whisking it away, he reminded me I was expected to dance as well as strip, leaving me struggling to recollect dance moves from my youthful disco-frequenting days. The task of stripping and dancing at the same time proved to be too much of a challenge for me and given I could already feel the first drops of rain landing on my head, I risked upsetting Ram by opting to strip first and dance later. Fortunately, the lad seemed happy for me to remove my clothes without much more than the odd shake of my ass and stuck out his hand at regular intervals to relieve me of my clothes until they were all stowed indoors and I was left stranded outside in the increasingly heavy rain to perform my ballet. The door opened again only for Ram to call out new instructions designed to sex-up my display and increase my humiliation still further. I was ordered to hold my arms held above my head and wiggle my hips around with whilst facing the open doorway, then turn around and stick out my ass and offer the former view to any eagle- eyed passengers sitting on the left-hand side of the upper deck of any buses that happened to pass by the end of the garden. After watching me prance around red-faced with embarrassment for a minute or two more, the grinning youngster finally opened the door to announce he was off to use the loo, but that, by the time he returned, he expected my cock to be fully hard! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Come here!" Ram smirked, after letting me back inside, draping a towel over my head that he'd purloined from the washroom and vigorously rubbing down my shivering body as though I were a wet dog, "We don't want you getting a chill now, do we!" I had counted no less than three buses drive past the end of the garden as I stood naked on the patio, jerking on my cock and tweaking my nipples, in my efforts to re-arouse myself, one of which had passed at such a leisurely pace that I had actually made eye contact with one of the startled passengers on the upper deck! "Take off my trainers and socks!" the lad demanded, sitting down in a chair and pressing my head down to his feet, once he had rubbed me dry, "No, best leave the socks, it's still a bit nippy in here!" "Now my jeans and slip." he added once I had removed his footwear and placed it beneath his chair. Elated at him once again revealing his body to me rather than insisting I wear a blindfold, when the order came to help him off with both his jacket and shirt, I eagerly complied, folded them neatly and hung them over the back of a dining chair. After returning to my knees, as a reward for my obedience, the lad wrapped his arms around me and I was given a free-rein to worship him as unreservedly as I had on our last meet. As his passion grew in response to my own, he responded by holding my mouth up to each of his nipples for me to suck on in turn and then lifted up his arms for me to lick out his hairy pits. With a groan of satisfaction he slid my head relentlessly downwards over his chest and flat stomach until I reached his groin where I eagerly took his cock back into my mouth and willingly slid it down my throat to its fullest extent and held it there willingly until I had to take a breath. With his excitement fast approaching its zenith, Ram rose from his chair and bid me to follow him out into the hallway. Thinking we were heading for the bedroom, I quickly gathered up the condoms and lube packs I had put out on the table for his use and as an afterthought, grabbed the roll of kitchen towel to take with me before trailing after him. "Kneel head-down on the stairs with your arse up in the air!" Ram demanded, the moment I re-joined him. After laying down the contents of my hands on the stair above me, I knelt down on the second step and rested my elbows and my head on the fourth one, so my ass was positioned at the perfect height for him to enter me. Once he had me positioned to his liking, Ram helped himself to the lube, coated a couple of his fingers and slid them in and out of my hole a few times before pulling on a condom and, to my relief, pausing to coat it with lube too. Thus, I began performing my second dance of the day, eagerly pushing out my ass to meet his incoming shaft and letting out both moans of pleasure and the odd whimper of pain as Ram rested his hands on my shoulders and thrust inside me so deeply that my hole was stretched to the limit and my abdomen filled completely. Barely a couple of minutes later he reached his climax. After carefully withdrawing his cock and cleaning himself up with the kitchen-roll I'd provided, for once, he did not order me to lie down on the floor to wank myself off. Instead, he stepped around me and, still dressed only in his socks, caught me by the hand and led me upstairs, leaving me free to ogle the rear of his slender brown body and the flexing of his buttocks as we clambered upwards. But he didn't stop when we passed the door of the bedroom, nor that of my home gym on the floor above. Instead, he surefootedly escorted me into the bathroom and directed me to lie down in the tub. Realising I was about to experience a replay of the piss-play he and his mate had imposed on me months before, I lay down as directed by my master and began excitedly tugging on my dick as he pointed his, semi-hard cock down at me and opened up his bladder. The strength of the jet of urine he unleashed on my prone body confirmed he had clearly not used the loo ten minutes earlier as he had pretended, as the copious amounts of coffee I had served him since his arrival were recycled to humiliate me a second time. At first, he directed his flow to my chest, but after warning me to close my eyes, directed it at my face and, when I went along with this, before his flow diminished, demanded that I open up my mouth! The lad was clearly determined to have his way whether I liked it or not, I reflected. Fortunately, this time round I found myself so excited by the humiliation involved that I obeyed him and yanked on my cock even faster. Although I drew the line at swallowing the stuff and ejected it onto my chest as soon as my mouth was filled, as I brought to mind the other indignities the youngster had imposed on me that day - stripping completely naked in my car, being slapped across the face and spat upon and having to perform a striptease in my back garden - I quickly came! After taking a quick shower, I re-joined Ram in the kitchen, where he had made himself another coffee and enjoyed another cigarette while he waited and then drove him back to the place where I had picked him up. Once again, we chatted in the car amiably about ourselves as though none of our previous deviant sexual activity had taken place! Chapter Sixteen Hi Sir Thank you for leaving your track on my profile. I'm only available for fucking on Thursday and Friday but also available any day next week. I await your instructions. Alan xxx thursday 1200hrs usual place you will have coffee prepared as per usual and the carousel out in your garden you will wear a fitted light-coloured top accompanied with shorts...white socks and sneakers confirm Thank you for your message Sir. I will comply with your instructions and be ready waiting for you at 1pm on Thursday. Alan xxx The weather had been beautiful all week, with the temperature rising to the high-twenties centigrade, so it came as no surprise when Ram told me to prepare his coffee for him to drink outdoors and instructed me to dress in shorts for the first time. Since I could no longer be sure our activities would be confined to the ground floor, I spent the morning cleaning the whole house in preparation for his visit, then had a quick shower, donned the clothes he'd specified I should wear and set off to meet him at the usual rendezvous point at noon. The traffic was much lighter than usual, so I got there far quicker than expected and ended up having to wait over twenty minutes for him to turn up. But I knew better than to complain, and as he tuned the radio to a station of his choice and drove us back the way I'd come without saying a word, I kept my eyes down to the floor. As last time, there were no fun and games until we reached Tesco, where after parking the car in the same location as before, Ram instructed me to make sure that I had my shorts pulled down and my cock hard by the time he had completed his shopping. Now knowing the latter would take him a quite a while, before complying with my master's wishes, I opened up the passenger window to let in the breeze and re-tuned the radio to a station more to my liking. As I waited, I witnessed various people come and go, but no one gave me so much as a second glance as they rushed toward the supermarket entrance or unloaded their trolleys into the backs of their cars after completing their weekly shop. But after waiting for fifteen minutes or so, I grew bored with listening to the radio and turned it off, deciding I might as well spice-up the remainder of my wait by removing my shorts sooner rather than later. A few minutes later, I voluntarily removed my trainers and socks as well, so that my whole lower body was completely naked. I was about to set about complying with Ram's other demand and, commence getting myself hard, when a car pulled up a short distance away and an Arabic-looking guy got out of the driver's seat to stretch his legs. As he made no move to go shopping and kept checking his mobile phone for messages, I guessed he was probably a mini-cab driver waiting for his fare to arrive. Given he was just the sort of guy I go for, I was naturally unable to resist checking him out, especially since I was on the lookout for some inspiration, in addition to my public nudity, to help me get hard prior to Ram's return. Although quite short, the guy had a muscular build and was smartly dressed in a white sleeveless shirt which revealed tanned forearms coated with black hair and a prominent gold watch on an expandable metallic strap. On his lower portions he wore snugly fitting dark coloured slacks and had a pair of leather sandals on his bare feet. I guessed he must be in his early forties. After concluding his services would not be required for a while, the driver slid his mobile into his shirt pocket and lit up a cigarette, which he then proceeded to smoke in the sunshine whilst slouching against the outside of his vehicle. Only when he gazed around to take in his surroundings did I get my first clear view of his face and realise how good looking he was. With his head raised and his eyes trained on the horizon, he revealed a pleasing profile, with a straight nose and generous lips surrounded by a moustache and a chin coated with black stubble - all topped off by a shock of gleaming black curls. As these were all characteristics that I found irresistibly sexy in a man, when he turned to look in my direction, I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from him before he spotted me. When his head stopped abruptly to scrutinise me more closely, our eyes briefly met after which I swallowed hard and lowered my gaze to mark my submission, leaving him free to check out what little was visible of me through the open car window. However, when I next looked up, he appeared to have lost interest, as his back was turned toward me and he was once more surveying the horizon. Still looking for inspiration to get myself hard before Ram's return, I used the opportunity to imagine the hairy brown buns that lay beneath the snug-fitting seat of his pants and as I did so began yanking on my dick. Somehow divining he was being admired from behind, the cab-driver abruptly turned his head back in my direction and our eyes met for a second time. But this time I didn't avert my gaze and, with my heart pounding, risked returning his raised eyebrow with a tentative smile. When I found myself rewarded with a knowing grin in response, I heaved a sigh of relief, but was taken aback when the guy immediately relocated to the side of his car facing me and, in between taking draws on his cigarette and exhaling the smoke, began surreptitiously rubbing his groin with his other hand. With my eyes alternating between his handsome face and his swelling crotch, I upped the pace of my wanking as I contemplated what he might do if he ventured closer and discovered that my lower portions were completely bare and my cock rock-hard. Would he invite me to join him in the backseat of his much more spacious car or demand I open the driver's door of my own so he could sit in the vacant seat beside me? Given Ram's imminent arrival, how would I respond if he did either? After taking a final drag from his cigarette, the cabdriver dropped what was left of it to the ground and stubbed it out with the sole of his sandal, then headed in my direction. I swallowed hard and stayed my hand as he drew so close to my car that his groin filled the whole of the open window, after which he stooped down to peer inside. Upon discovering my nakedness and state of arousal, he let out a snort of laughter, after which, he draped himself over the roof of my car without saying a word so that his bulging crotch was protruding inside through the open window. It didn't take a genius to guess what was expected of me, so crossing my fingers that my Indian master wouldn't return within the next few minutes, I hurriedly tore open the guy's fly and, in the darkness provided by his shadow, set about extracting his dick from his underwear. Immediately, I noticed his crotch was shaved which served to magnify the dimensions of his thick, up-turned shaft, which despite the smell of urine and sweat coming from his groin as a result of his mornings labours, I immediately took into my mouth. After licking away the glistening layer of pre-cum coating its circumcised head, I set about sucking him off with the enthusiasm of a sub into public sex who had never been invited to do such a thing in a carpark in the middle of the day before! Throwing caution to the wind, I added to my humiliation still further by easing my unbuttoned shirt off over my shoulders to render myself completely naked. Making full use of the superior cock-sucking skills I had acquired as a result of Ram's tutelage, I soon had the guy thrusting his thighs forward to meet my mouth to achieve his orgasm. With only a split second to spare, I withdrew my mouth from his cock and was rewarded for by efforts by him shooting spurt after spurt of his spunk over my face! By the time I had blindly opened the glove compartment and extracted a handful of tissues to wipe myself down with, the guy had zipped up his flies and disappeared from view. In panic, I hurriedly thrust my arms back into my crumpled shirt and commenced buttoning-up its front. Although sorely tempted, I resisted cumming myself at this juncture and instead focussed on wiping away the evidence of my infidelity before my master's return. Glancing out the window for any sign of his arrival, I saw the cabby standing back beside his car as though nothing had happened, while I hurriedly attempted to expunge the blobs of his cum that had dribbled onto the collar of my shirt. Ram returned a few minutes later and, after spotting the cab driver enjoying a celebratory post-coital cigarette while he continued to wait for the arrival of his fare, awarded him a friendly nod and a smile. After which he stashed his bag of groceries in the back of my car and opened up the driver's door to sit down beside me. "Good lad!" he commended, after noting my naked lower portions, reaching across to award my stiff dick a couple of playful slaps before fastening up his seatbelt and starting up the engine. If he knew what had inspired it, I doubted he would be so complimentary, I thought guiltily, as we drove past the cabby and he gave me a conspiratorial farewell wink. To be continued... Can't wait to sample more of my writing??? A free PDF version of the whole story is available by email from the authour at barneybumpkin@gmail.com on request To read my other writing posted on Nifty look under "B" in the Authors tab or do a search for my name.

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Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2024 11:08:29 +0100 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Barney's Confessions of a Wannabe Gay Sex Slave 17-18 Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults interested in homosexual erotica. If that is not something that you wish to read then go no further. All characters and situations are fictional, though hopefully plausible, and grounded in reality. The work published here is all my own with all rights reserved. The author is based in the UK so the diction reflects this but my stories involve characters of different ethnicities and many are set in locations outside the UK. My thanks go to Nifty for all the pleasure the Archive has given me over the years and for the opportunity to bring my writing efforts to the attention of those who share my particular erotic interests. Readers are encouraged to make a donation to keep the archive going for many more years. As always, feedback both critical and complimentary is welcome via e-mail to: barneybumpkin@gmail.com. Please don't contact me with commercial requests or advertising. Hope you enjoy Barney Summary In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man. After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies. However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other. Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise. Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master. Reader's Comments on Barney's previous work "I enjoyed reading your story. It is well-written, with good pace and detail. The theme is imaginative and so hot." "I want to let you know how much I'm enjoying your latest story. Not only is it incredibly horny (I cum every time I read an instalment) but I love the way you're slowly ratcheting things up in an entirely believable fashion." "Your splendid writing has blown my mind and my cock!" Chapter Seventeen Following my sexual adventure in the carpark, I thought our journey home might be tame by comparison, especially as we had got away with doing something similar twice before with no adverse consequences. But no sooner had we left Tesco to re-join the North Circular, than Ram immediately upped the ante. "Take off your shirt and put it in the back seat!" he demanded, then watched me from the corner of his eye as I hesitantly unbuttoned it to render myself fully naked once again. Had he spotted the cum stains below its collar or worked out from the smirk on the cabby's face when we had driven past him that we'd been up to no good, I wondered. Or did he think that on a hot day like today, it wouldn't be unprecedented to come across a guy sitting in a car bare-chested and had judged he could get away with it? "Lower the back of your seat so you can lie flat. Then carry-on wanking!" Ram added hurriedly, realising he'd miscalculated when the traffic abruptly slowed down and heads began turning toward us. Relieved, I happily did as I was directed and, as my head and torso slowly sank below window height, stretched out my legs and crossed my ankles so I could tug on my cock more forcefully. This was the sort of risky sex I had often dreamt about - here I was out on display, aroused not only by my nakedness but by my obligation to carry out my Indian master's instructions, however humiliating they might turn out to be. But in addition to that, my head was still buzzing from the thrill of publicly sucking-off the handsome Arabic cabdriver in the supermarket carpark and getting away with it! "I'm going to cum sir!" I warned Ram breathlessly barely a minute later, despite suspecting that my master had planned to edge me for the entire duration of the final leg of our journey home. So close to orgasm had my horny thoughts brought me that there was no way I could hold myself back a second longer, even if he were to forbid me. In response to my frenetic wanking, my whole body convulsed and my cock shot a series of plumes of hot spunk over my belly and chest. To add to my transgressions, I could not prevent myself from uttering a cry of sheer joy in response to the intensity of my climax to reveal the full extent of my satisfaction to my companion. "Have we done?" Ram enquired caustically after a lengthy silence, during which he was no doubt contemplating a suitable punishment for my latest indiscretion. "Sorry sir! I couldn't help it!" I blurted out in my defence, "You got me so excited!" "Wipe yourself down with the shirt, before it soils the upholstery!" Ram instructed, shaking his head from side to side in a show of disgust. "I'm afraid cumming without your master's permission carries a severe penalty," he added, with mock gravity, as I hastily retrieved my shirt from the back seat and used it to mop up my cum. "Dump the shirt in the back, unfasten the seat belt and kneel down below the dash! You're going to spend the rest of our journey sucking my dick!" For the remainder of our drive, regardless of who might catch a glimpse of what I was up to from above, I stayed naked, crouched in the recess below the passenger seat and did my best to atone for my sins by sucking on my young master's cock. I was still in this humiliating position, when we drew up outside my house, at which point Ram coolly pushed my head away from his groin and switched off the engine. "Get dressed, then come inside to make my coffee!" he instructed after zipping up his fly, then took my keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. As the door opened, I heard the noise of hammering close-by and realised that what I had always feared might happen had finally come about. One of my neighbours was outside the front of his house barely a few yards from where we were parked, busy doing some DIY job in his garage! Worse still, a glimpse through the window revealed it was the muscular twenty-odd-year-old son of the Spanish family who occupied the house next door but one. Ever since I'd complained about the noise of a drunken late-night party he had hosted for his mates when his parents were away, after which empty beer cans had been thrown over the fence into my garden in retaliation, relations between us had not been good. I'd also been embarrassed by one of my more lecherous gay visitors flirting with him as we had walked past his home when he'd been working-out in his garage with the door wide open, dressed in his gym gear. So, of all my neighbours, this guy was the one I was least happy having any dirt on me, as despite his undeniable Latin good looks, I knew him to be both none-too smart but also a bit of a thug. Oblivious of our history, to my horror I witnessed the sociable Indian walk over to him and proceed to engage him in conversation about the carpentry work he was doing! Maybe Ram's intension was to distract him so I could slip into the house unnoticed, it occurred to me, as I thought it unlikely he was flirting with him, given he was neither the age nor the type of guy that I thought he fancied. Now aware of my enemy's presence, I made damn sure I kept well below window height as I hurriedly wriggled back into my shorts and cum-stained shirt in the supine position, then bent down to don my socks and footwear. I was about to make a dash for the door, to avoid having to make small talk with my macho young neighbour, when I realised I didn't have the key, as it was attached to the bunch Ram held in his hand. Despite my face being aflame from my sexual excitement and the sun making the car's interior hotter by the minute, I would either have to remain hidden until Ram opened the front door or approach the two of them and ask him to give me back my keys. I decided to stay put a while longer, but to my annoyance, the pair continued discussing whatever the guy was doing for several minutes more. Finally losing patience, not least because of the rarity of Ram conversing with me for more than a few minutes at a time, I eventually decided to interrupt them and got out of the car. Even then, I had to hover outside the garage entrance for a couple of minutes longer while they continued talking until the lad alerted Ram to my presence, after which he deigned to acknowledge me. "You need the door key," he grinned, holding up the bunch for me to take from him, "but forget about the coffee, it's such a hot day I think beer would be better - if you have any?" "No problem, I just stocked up with some for the summer at the supermarket last week," I assured him, making a grab for the keys, hoping the youngster would not notice the cum stains adorning the front of my crumpled shirt before I turned away. "You wanna join us, Marco?" he asked the Latin hunk standing beside him to my fury, hanging onto the keys so I was unable to head off back to my house and avoid having to exchange pleasantries with my unruly neighbour, whose name until that moment had been unknown to me. "A beer would be great!" the youngster replied, "I was just about to knock off for lunch in any case!" he added, awarding me a triumphant grin as he accepted the invitation from my companion that he knew would be the last thing I would have wanted. "I'll go sort out the drinks in that case," I muttered between clenched teeth, as Ram finally released his grip on my keys, striding off to my door to leave the pair to finish off their conversation without me. "Excuse me a minute!" I overheard Ram say to my neighbour, after picking up on my annoyance. "What was that about?" he demanded, catching up with me just as I was about to slide the door key into the lock, clearly upset at my apparent rudeness to the guy he had just befriended. Chastened by his words, rather than explain my actions, I hung my head in shame and murmured "Sorry Sir!" in response, hoping my young neighbour would not be able to overhear me being reprimanded. "You've had your fun today, now it's my turn!" he hissed at me ominously, leaving me wondering if he was referring to me sucking the cabdriver's cock or cumming without his permission in the car as he drove me home. "So, put a smile on your face, crack open the beer and start making us some sandwiches for lunch, slave boy!" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Fifteen minutes later, the pair were sitting sunning themselves out on the patio, quaffing my beer, while I was busy preparing them sandwiches in the kitchen! Knowing my unwelcome visitor was fond of music, not least from him playing it annoyingly loud in his bedroom while I'd attempted to read a book sitting out in the garden the day before, I chose some Latin American stuff to play in the background on my music player for the pair's entertainment. I'd been as surprised by the lad accepting Ram's invitation as I had been by him offering it, as he must know I was gay, not just because of one of our visitors flirting with him, but also because I lived with a male partner. But I guessed he was curious to see the inside of my house for the first time and, while his parents were away, more than happy to accept free food and drink wherever he could find it! Having met Ram in the middle of the day previously, I had never witnessed him drink alcohol before and soon discovered that, like my young neighbour, he too was partial to a beer or two. So, by the time I served up the sandwiches, the pair had not merely slaked their thirst but were already well on the way to being drunk! Realising I would have to stay sober if I was to drop my visitor off later, I refrained from drinking beer myself and settled for fruit juice instead. To be honest, once I was over the shock, the thought of being reduced to the two younger guys' servant was beginning to turn me on, made all the more humiliating by my master's insistence that I be civil to the rowdy Latin lad I disliked so much, but couldn't help fancying. I became even more excited still when I went outside to serve up the sandwiches and discovered that Ram had persuaded the drunken youngster to remove his vest to show him his muscles. "Alan works out as well," Ram boasted on my behalf when I stepped out onto the patio, then to my chagrin insisted I remove my shirt to show myself off to the youngster in return, whilst showing no inclination to reveal any of his own, more slender, body to either of us. I did as I was told but knew I could not complete with the young bodybuilder in the muscle stakes and realised this was just another means of Ram upping my humiliation - something that was confirmed barely a minute later. "Though he could do with getting more of a tan!" he joked, as we stood facing him side by side, my natural pallor highlighted by the bright sunshine whilst, in contrast, the younger man's pumped-up limbs and torso gleamed a beautiful shade of brown. "Apart from on his ass!" Ram added mischievously, yanking my shorts down to my ankles to reveal my recently spanked buttocks to the lad. But that wasn't the only thing he succeeded in exposing! As I stood before them denuded of both my shirt and shorts displaying my reddened ass, my fast-stiffening cock was also noticed by the pair, after which it was downhill all the way! Not only was I made to serve their food whilst naked, but as they ate it, was made to crouch down on the gravel and suck Ram's cock while my neighbour looked-on! Although I didn't think Marco was gay, when Ram offered him my services, in his inebriated state he seemed happy enough to have his pleasures augmented by having his po-faced neighbour suffer the indignity of providing him with a blow job! Whilst I was wrapping my lips around my third cock of the day, which as a result of the youngster's labours, was as redolent of sweat and stale urine as the cabby's had been, Ram added to my humiliation by hoisting my rear-end up from the ground so he could simultaneously fuck me up the ass! So aroused was I by this unexpected turn of events, that as both guys chilled out after achieving orgasm, there was no stopping me from belittling myself still further by crouching down and kissing their feet whilst I ogled their handsome bodies and set about pulling myself off. "You ever had your girlfriend lick your ass?" Ram asked his new-found friend mischievously before he'd got round to hitching up his pants. "Nah!" the youngster replied sounding appalled, but also clearly intrigued. "Well now's your chance to find out what it's like!" he offered, nodding his head in my direction, "Cos he just loves doing it while he wanks-off!" "Especially if your ass is really shitty!" he lied. Shocked by the extent of the lad's betrayal but also excited by the prospect of my humiliation increasing still further, I stopped what I was doing and looked up plaintively at my young neighbour, who after breaking out into a wide grin, got up from his chair and bent over it so that his beefy butt was displayed before me. Needing no further encouragement, I slid my nose between the lad's sweaty buttocks to sample its odour. Relieved that it appeared to be clean, I upped the pace of my wanking and as my drunken master pressed my face ever deeper into his crack, slowly eased my tongue inside his hole. PART THREE Chapter Eighteen On Monday morning I whistled as I carried out the household chores, my spirits uplifted by the bright spring sunshine. After which, I retreated to my study in an effort to finish off the erotic story I'd been working on for weeks - depicting my raunchy first encounters with Ram. In the course of doing this, I logged-on to my old profile on the dating site where we had exchanged our first messages to check out the order of events, when to my surprise, as if by telepathy, a (two word) message arrived from the young Indian. this afternoon? I couldn't help but marvel at his effrontery - almost a year since we'd last met, Ram was summoning me for sex in two words - as though nothing had changed in the intervening time! It was true that he was still often in my thoughts - but then, I was busy writing about our past adventures, so that was hardly surprising. So, before responding, I sat back and deliberated about the pros and cons of re- establishing contact with him, realising that for once I was in the driving seat. A two-word message or not, he was the one begging to resume our affair, while I had persuaded myself, I could take it or leave it! Although my desire for the mischievous lad remained undiminished, after not hearing from him, I'd concluded he'd only ever been a reluctant participant the sub/dom roleplay and public sex that aroused me so much and had reverted to more straightforward face and ass fucking with less demanding new partners. In addition, I'd realised our final adventures, involving sex in a supermarket car park and my own back garden in broad daylight had been pretty foolhardy. Although we hadn't got ourselves arrested and my neighbours' attitude toward me hadn't changed perceptibly, I was worried that things were getting more and more risky and we might not continue to be so lucky. Although Marco and I hadn't exactly become best buddies, following the drunken orgy that had taken place on my patio, he now acknowledged me with an embarrassed nod on his rare parental visits and had never called upon my cock-sucking and ass-licking services again! So, when my subscription to the dating website came up for renewal, I'd decided to set aside my ambition to find myself the ideal master and become his slave and instead put the money I saved toward taking out a year's membership of a new gay gym and sauna that had just opened up in central London. However, although its facilities both helped keep me in good shape and provided me with the occasional sexual adventure, I was aware there remained a void in my life that the young Indian had occupied that brief encounters in steam rooms and Jacuzzis could never fill, especially as I usually ended up taking the dom role and rarely had sex with same guy twice! After thinking about it, I decided I would reply to the lad's cheeky message because it would allow me to resume playing the sub role again on a more regular basis and maybe this time round have more success in moulding him into the sort of dom I was searching for. So, I abandoned my writing and devoted the next hour or so to composing a carefully worded reply to Ram's two-word message, in which I risked giving the lad some critical feedback on what had gone before and reminded him of the sort of things I was looking for from him. If he chose not to get back to me after receiving it, then so be it! Hi Ram Good to hear from you again after such a long time. I guess the sunshine made you feel nostalgic about the fun we had last year in my back garden, in the Tesco car park and on the North Circular Road! I must confess I regularly look back at our adventures and wank off over them. I can also confirm that I have yet to come across a top guy as sexy, self-confident or imaginative as yourself (Sir). Although I liked the public humiliation/nudity a lot, I realised it was becoming more and more risky and felt we couldn't take things much further without pissing off my partner or the neighbours and us possibly landing up in jail! I appreciate you may not want to be seen out on the gay scene in the company of an older guy like me, but it offers by far the safest space for the kind of public sex/humiliation that I find exciting. So, is there any chance of persuading you to meet up with me one afternoon or evening at a gay sauna/gym or a gay sex club? None of them are particularly busy early on in the day and have dark cruising areas and private cubicles. I'd be happy to service you in the same way I have at home - obey your every demand, let you strip me naked, blindfold me, have me suck your cock deep throat, rim your hairy arse and allow myself to be fucked in front of an audience. Needless to say, I'd happily pay for your entry and anything else you desired during your visit. As usual, you'd call the shots and keep me guessing what you were going to do next and get to decide what I was to wear. Let me know what you think. Alan xxx Perhaps predictably, I received nothing back from him for over a week, by which time I had come down with a cold: sauna isnt do-able however you can visit me at my place in east london ...you will need to call for address - not obtainable any other way your name when you call will be ass-licker 69 Despite the humiliating new name that he'd allocated me, no doubt designed to put me back in my place after not bothering to contact him for so long, I replied immediately. Not least, because him inviting me to his flat, dispelled my suspicion that he only wanted to see me again because I was able to host sex dates and provide him with free transport. Hi Ram It was good to hear from you again and thank you for the invitation to visit you in Stratford - this sounds a very exciting new departure and I'd be delighted to come. My reason for responding via the website rather than by phone is that I developed a bit of a cold yesterday and need more time to recover before meeting up. So, it probably won't be until next week that I give you a ring to make arrangements. I attach my mobile number so you will recognise me when I call. If you can be asked, you could tell me the best time/day to ring you and I will happily comply. Alan xxx Again, I received nothing in reply, so once my cold symptoms had finally gone, I psyched myself up before making my first ever phone call to Ram, knowing that I was likely to receive a verbal slap in the face should I happen to phone him at the wrong moment. I also realised I would have to be on my toes to ensure I was suitably submissive as, unlike with website messages, I wouldn't have the time to mull over my response before replying. Maybe realising this, the inventive Indian had made it that much easier for me to get into the right frame of mind by insisting I refer to myself as "ass-licker 69" instead of by my name! Sure enough, the first time I rang him and announced that I was "ass-licker 69" he said it wasn't a convenient time to talk. The second time I rang, he said he had the flu and could I ring back in a few days' time? Was he genuinely ill, I wondered, or was this just him getting his own back for me putting him off due to my cold? A week later, I phoned him a couple of times, but on both occasions he didn't answer and I had to leave two humiliating voicemail messages saying "ass-licker 69" had called! Finally, on Monday morning, I guessed he must have noticed I was logged-on to the dating website, as I was contemplating contacting him that way, when he sent me a text telling me to ring him immediately. After hearing my now well-rehearsed opening line, he dispensed with saying hello and instead asked me what I was wearing. Taken by surprise, I mumbled "Sweatpants and a top..." then, belatedly realising he might want more detail, added, "...a vest, underwear, socks and..." "Take 'em all off," he interrupted, "and shove a butt-plug up your ass!" "When you've done it, ring me back!" he added, then hung up! Thrilled, I excitedly did as he'd demanded, then rang him again and repeated my humiliating opening line once more, this time not only bollock-naked, with a butt-plug up my ass, but also sporting a rigid hard-on! Not bothering to ask if I had complied with his instructions, the lad asked me what I was doing later that day. I replied that it was up to him - as I was at his disposal. What was the latest time I could visit him he then demanded? "Seven, eight or even nine..." I replied, but when I received no further response, I eventually realised that the phone had gone dead! So, I hastily rang him back again - though thinking all this cloak and dagger stuff was rapidly descending into farce! "Arse-licker 69 again," I mumbled, accidentally getting my name wrong. Ram carried on as though there had been no interruption, but this time was more business-like, maybe his phone was in need of charging? As though I were suffering from dementia, he told me to get a pen and paper and to write down his instructions so I didn't forget them! First off, he spelled out his address and gave me directions. "There's a phone booth opposite the building... Park on the road outside, not in the car park. Arrive at 7pm prompt... if you get here early wait in the car. Ring the buzzer for number 5 and I'll let you in.... My flat is on the first floor, on the left... The door will be open by the time you arrive and further instructions will be waiting for you in the hallway. Make sure you follow them to the letter! Is that clear?" "Yes Sir!" I replied, quickly scribbling down the last of his directions. "You are also to bring rubbers." "And what would you like me to wear Sir?" I asked, hoping it would be something as humiliating as my new name. "I leave it up to you - but make sure its sexy!" he replied, clearly not having given the matter any thought. "But no wanking-off before you get here!" he added, presumably recollecting that I was currently standing stripped naked with a butt-plug shoved up my ass! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * For once, I had plenty of time to prepare myself for my date with Ram and no longer needed to stretch my hole prior to being fucked, as he'd already had me do it! So, I donned my vest and shorts and had a workout to tone up my muscles and after that checked out my wardrobe to decide what to wear. Rather than something revealing, I eventually decided to wear the clothes I went out clubbing in, a pair of tight-fitting light blue jeans and a denim shirt to match, along with a pair of newly acquired tan shoes and a matching belt. After lunch I tried to get on with a bit more writing but couldn't help being distracted by the thought of seeing Ram again after so long and found myself sitting at my desk with a boner most of the time. At five, I stripped off and headed to the bathroom where I trimmed my head and body hair, douched, showered and, before putting on my clothes, anointed myself with a range of age-defying potions to ensure I would be looking at my best for him. Although I left in good time, frustratingly I still ended up arriving fifteen minutes late after getting lost due to the Satnav appearing to direct me around in circles. After tearing my hair out and taking the wrong turn-off yet again, I eventually found somewhere to park off the main road and squinted at an old A-Z map of London, I had in the back of the car, to work out an alternative route. While I was driving, my mobile phone beeped to alert me that I had received a text. Thinking it must be Ram chivvying me up, I ignored it and concentrated instead on getting to his place as quickly as I could. I was really pissed off - it should have been a very straightforward journey - now I was all hot and bothered and there was a risk that he would refuse to see me as a punishment for turning up so late! After ringing the doorbell of flat 5 and hearing Ram's voice say hello, I glimpsed around me to check no one was listening before mumbling ashamedly, "It's ass-licker 69" into the entry phone, after which a buzzer sounded to indicate the door was now open. I climbed the stairs two at a time until I reached the first floor, then turned left through a fire-door and at the end of a short corridor found the entrance to flat 5. The door was slightly ajar, so I eased it open and gingerly entered a small hallway with two closed doors facing me and one off to the side, which I could see was the bathroom. Despite a post-it being stuck on the inner door, no doubt telling me what to do next, I rushed to the toilet first, as after my frantic journey I was dying for a piss. I quickly washed my hands and cock afterwards and snatched a drink from the cold tap to make sure I had plenty of saliva available for the activities I suspected lay ahead. As the note directed, I then entered through the door. I found myself standing in a small living room with a kitchen tucked away in one corner. Immediately on my right was a two-seater sofa and, on my left, facing it, a TV set playing to itself and a sturdy wooden bench/table upon which I spied my next set of instructions. One well-used post-it note said, "Put condoms & lube here" while another told me to "Put on the blindfold" and a final one instructed me to "Kneel down and say READY"! Eagerly, I placed the sachets I'd brought with me on the table, picked up the frayed home-made blindfold fabricated from a piece of black cloth that had been left alongside the notes and, after kneeling down in front of the sofa, knotted it behind my head to cover my eyes. I then hoarsely uttered the required word. When nothing happened after several seconds, I repeated the word more distinctly, thinking as the TV was on quite loud, Ram maybe hadn't heard me. I then waited, finding it hard to stop myself listening to the evening news as I did so, yet at the same time thinking how absurd an accompaniment it provided to the SM humiliation scene that was about to unfold. After a couple of minutes, I heard someone enter the room. "On yer feet!" Ram demanded in his familiar voice, grabbing hold of me by the ear to hasten my ascent. As in the past, his first task was to inspect my outfit. "Not bad!" he commented, as I pulled back my shoulders, held in my stomach and tightened my ass muscles in an attempt to impress him. He did a quick circuit of me and once I was facing him again unbuttoned the front of my shirt and reached inside to grasp my nipples between his fingertips. "Still sensitive, I see!" he said with obvious satisfaction, as he slowly rolled their tips between his fingers and I let out a gasp of pleasure. "Turn around," he then demanded, easing my shirt off over my shoulders and belatedly unfastening its cuffs so he could dispense with it completely. "Hands on your head!" he added, once my torso was bare, then reached around my waist to unfasten my belt whilst thrusting his swollen groin up against my ass. It didn't take long before the horny youngster had me stripped completely naked and was sniggering at the extent of my excitement - as evidenced by my cock standing at the vertical. "Guess you missed me!" he joked, yanking down my foreskin to increase my vulnerability still further before running his hands covetously over the curves of my pallid ass and landing a few playful slaps on each cheek. "Bend over!" he demanded, spitting on his fingers and, as soon as I complied, eased a couple of them inside my hole and waggled them around to make me squirm. Once he had reacquainted himself with my body and had tested out my obedience to him afresh, Ram quickly moved on to put me to work providing him with pleasure by ordering me to get back down on my knees. Knowing what was expected of me, the moment I felt his pre-cum coated cock-head brush up against my face I opened up my mouth and slid my taut lips up and down his shaft before voluntarily taking its whole length down into my windpipe and holding it there for over a minute to demonstrate the totality of my submission. Although our reunion was undoubtedly a very passionate affair, there was little out of the ordinary about the sex we had that day, other than the intensity of the emotions that enveloped us both. However, after we'd both cum, to my surprise, I wasn't immediately turfed-out into the hallway with the blindfold still on and told to get dressed and then let myself out, but was permitted to remove it! Gobsmacked at finally being permitted to examine Ram's face and shirtless torso without being obliged to avert my eyes, I greedily cast my eyes over them and registered that he was even more handsome than I recollected, having appeared to have put on some muscle in the months since I last saw him. However, when the lad then also offered to make me a coffee before I left, I grew alarmed. The last thing I wanted, following our reconciliation, was for us to become so at ease with each other that the sexual roleplay that I enjoyed so much was ruined by over-familiarity! So, I turned down his offer and, once I was dressed, made a hasty exit. On my journey back, it occurred to me for the first time that maybe the brevity of our meets at my home, was not due to the lad's other commitments, or to show his contempt for me, but was explained by him being on edge in case he was caught fucking me by my partner returning from work unexpectedly. Now ensconced in his own flat, he had the assurance that we would not be discovered "in flagrante" and so could not only relax but also take my enslavement to new heights. Though I doubted he would make the effort to write them down, I imagined a set of protocols that went beyond his dog-eared series of post-it notes that I would have to abide by when I visited his flat in addition to meeting his sexual demands to underline my continuing submission and subservience to him. He had already given me a demeaning slave name, I realised, and it looked like I was going to be obliged to render myself defenceless by wearing a blindfold in future, at least for the sexual part of our encounters. In addition, maybe he could train me to be controlled by a click of his fingers to demonstrate the extent of his hold over me. One click to take my clothes off, another to present myself for inspection with my hands on my head, another to kneel to kiss his feet, after which I would have to stay naked on all fours for the remainder of my stay, be petted like a dog, used as his footstool, have to make him coffee, light his cigarettes, etc. Then be kept in line by being punished whenever I displeased him by being spat upon, slapped across the face or put over his knee and spanked... Maybe he could also use me to run errands and have me undertake menial domestic tasks for him during the course of my stay... As soon as I reached home, I wanked off again over these exciting prospects and then sent Ram a brief thankyou message, saying I hoped we would meet up again soon. To be continued... Plea for feedback: If you like this story and would like it continue please let me know via email as I began drafting a sequel to this novel some time ago that has never been finalised but with a bit of encouragement from Nifty readers I might find the motivation to finish. A free PDF version of this story is available by email from the author at barneybumpkin@gmail.com on request To read my other writing posted on Nifty look under "B" in the Authors tab or do a search for my name.

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Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 03:39:33 -0700 From: aj_singapore@hushmail.com Subject: Knifepoint! Knifepoint! Story by AJ (aj_singapore@hushmail.com). Send me your comments Disclaimer: This story involves anal sex between two teenage boys. If you're offended by that, then don't read on. Make sure it is legal in your country to read erotic stories. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- It was just another day after school. I was tired and just wanted to go home and rest. When the bus came, I rushed up along with other people. There was some slowdown in front, and because I was already stepping up, the sudden halt in movement caused me to bump into the guy in front of me. Obviously I couldn't have stepped down again, so I stood on the edge of the step, my body very close to the guy in front. He turned around and gave me a look. He was about my age, about sixteen. Well I was tired and couldn't be bothered what he thought. The bus ride went without event and I was getting sleepier by the minute. When I got off the bus, before I took three steps the guy I bumped into was next to me. "Hey, hey you," he said. I paused, to confirm if he was talking to me. Well, yes he was. "Yes?" I asked wearily, only wanting to go home to my nice soft bed. He pulled my sleeve and walked right next to me. "Attitude problem huh?" he asked. Shit. He misinterpreted my tired "Yes?" for an arragont one. I felt something sharp jab me in the side. "Follow me," he said. "You need to be taught a lesson." I was pretty sure, if I wanted to, I could just run away. Even if he caught me I could fight him off. But when a knife is involved and you're not the one holding it, then screw the odds. I was safer following him and doing whatever he wanted. Since at this point I hadn't been beaten up yet, nor robbed, I assumed I was pretty safe. Anyway, it would have been hard to do anything where we were now, what with so many people around. We were heading towards a shopping center. "Don't you dare try to run, or else you know what will happen..." "Hey, hey, relax. I'm not going to run, okay? Just tell me what you want or something," I replied. "Go," he just said, still pulling me. We entered the shopping center, and he headed for the top floor. I suddenly got a sick feeling in me as I tried to guess where he was going. After a few more steps, I was proved right. He was heading towards the toilets. I tried to think of whatever he would want to do in a public toilet. Maybe a blowjob? Yuck. Hopefully a handjob? What else could he want? The toilet was empty. He pushed me into am empty cubicle. It wasn't a very hard push, so at least I knew his intention wasn't to beat me up or something. He locked the cubicle door, then faced me. "You know why you're here?" "Well I guess you weren't happy when I accidentally bumped into you..." I started. "That and the way you didn't think you were wrong," he replied. "But I didn't mean to..." "Shut up," he cut me off. "Take off your pants." With a knife pointed at me, of course I complied. Not used to being so naked in front of a complete stranger, I started to get an erection. "Your briefs too. And take them off completely," he commanded. He reached out his hand and I handed him my pants and underwear. He put the pants aside and bunched my underwear into a ball. "Open your mouth." Now I was getting confused. "What are you doing?" "Open it!" he raised his voice a little. He stuffed my underwear into my mouth, essentially gagging me. "We can do this nice and quick, or slow and painful. If you try screaming or making any noise, you're the naked one here, remember. I don't think you would like to be seen naked in public?" I nodded, fear in my throat. "Turn around." I now faced the toilet bowl. I heard him fumbling in the bag he was carrying with him. I then felt something covering my mouth, and felt him tying something. "This," he said as he pulled the knot tight. "This is to make sure you don't make a noise." Resigned to the situation, I tried to take things in. For one, underwear that has been worn for ten hours isn't very nice to be put in the mouth. Only the thought that it was my own 'makings' prevented me from getting sick. "Kneel," he said, guiding my body downwards. He positioned me such that my stomach was on the toilet seat. He shifted me sideways a little to give space for my head. This was going to be bad. I heard him unzip and pull down his pants. A while later, I felt his hands on my butt, spreading my ass hole. I felt something touch it. "Relax, okay?" I heard him whisper. Something, his dick, of course, went into me. He went in slow, but it hurt like hell. After a long time, I felt it stop moving. I guessed it was all the way in. Sure felt bad, and my ass muscles were squeezing it hard too, making it feel worse. He built up momentum, moving in and out, slowly at first. I was hurting so much but could only manage soft "Uggh"s with each movement. I forced my ass muscles to relax, and the pain got a little less. Each time his dick went all the way in, I felt my body spasm. I didn't know whether to feel pain or ecstasy. He was trying to make it last, going faster, then slower. My hands suddenly felt tired, and I realised I was gripping the toilet seat very hard. I was also getting a major erection, and my kneeling position was pressing my dick against the toilet seat. I shifted a little to free my dick, then reached over and started rubbing it. He saw me do all that, and muttered, "Faggot..." The extent of his word hit me, and I felt pathetic. Here I was, getting butt-fucked for the first time, and I was enjoying myself. A tear appeared on my eyes, but the pleasure I was getting from the rubbing was so good I just could not bear to stop. Suddenly his tempo increased a lot, and he was muttering "Uh... uh... uh..." I felt his fingers grip me hard, then he pulled my ass towards him in a sudden movement, jamming his dick all the way up my ass. I gasped at the sudden pain, but he held me tight. "Aaah... aaah... aaaahh..." I felt his cum fill me. His dick now softening, the exit wasn't very painful, although it still hurt like hell. He pressed my ass cheeks close. "Squeeze your ass, keep my juice inside, you dirty little faggot." As much as it hurt doing so, I obeyed. He took off the gag, then made me stand up, although I had a little trouble after that fuck. He took my underwear out of my mouth, and told me to put them on. I really felt like shitting, not sure if I really needed to shit, or it was because of the fucking. But he told me to keep his cum in me, and I didn't dare disobey him. My vision was blurry from the tears. "Put your pants on, then follow me out. Stay with me all the way to the bus stop. If you let loose your ass, you'll dirty your pants and everyone will think you shit in your pants. So I suggest you better squeeze that tight ass of yours all the way home, you gay boy. I'll make sure you get on your bus and not rush to some toilet." It was tough, and I barely made it home. I quickly fumbled for the lock, then ran to the toilet and quickly took off my pants and underwear. I sat on the toilet bowl and my ass just went. I felt some wet stuff oozing out, but nothing else. Yet the urge to shit was still there. The humiliation of what happened earlier came back to me and I started sobbing. But invariably my mind thought of the pleasure I was getting. As I sat there with cum oozing out of my ass and tears rolling down my cheeks, my hand starting massaging and rubbing my dick. When I came, it was the best orgasm I ever had in my life.

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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2024 17:08:26 +0100 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Barney's Confessions of a Wannabe Gay Sex Slave 13-14 Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults interested in homosexual erotica. If that is not something that you wish to read then go no further. All characters and situations are fictional, though hopefully plausible, and grounded in reality. The work published here is all my own with all rights reserved. The author is based in the UK so the diction reflects this but my stories involve characters of different ethnicities and many are set in locations outside the UK. My thanks go to Nifty for all the pleasure the Archive has given me over the years and for the opportunity to bring my writing efforts to the attention of those who share my particular erotic interests. Readers are encouraged to make a donation to keep the archive going for many more years. As always, feedback both critical and complimentary is welcome via e-mail to: barneybumpkin@gmail.com. Please don't contact me with commercial requests or advertising. Hope you enjoy Barney Summary In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man. After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies. However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other. Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise. Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master. Reader's Comments on Barney's previous work "I enjoyed reading your story. It is well-written, with good pace and detail. The theme is imaginative and so hot." "I want to let you know how much I'm enjoying your latest story. Not only is it incredibly horny (I cum every time I read an instalment) but I love the way you're slowly ratcheting things up in an entirely believable fashion." "Your splendid writing has blown my mind and my cock!" Chapter Thirteen First thing the next morning, I logged on to check if my instructions had arrived yet, but there was nothing. While I waited, I trimmed my hair and moustache and shaved my balls and arse ready for fucking after already taking the precaution of stretching my hole with a butt-plug the night before to help me accommodate Ram's large cock after such a long absence. At 10.24am my instructions eventually arrived: make preparations for coffee as before...in the garden if not too cold...ashtray to be included you will wear jeans with a button-fly and a white shirt and no underpants - commando midday at location arranged - be seated in the passenger seat and dont eyeball me! there will be a pit stop on the way and you will be expected to wait in the car I rapidly selected an appropriate shirt and jeans and dashed to the shower to douche my arse and wash myself. I put a blanket in the backseat of the car (to cater for the possibility of undercover cock-sucking on the journey back) and put on a jacket and a cap as it was March and still pretty cold out. As I drew close to our rendezvous point, I realised I would arrive far too early - so turned off the North Circular at a nearby supermarket to fill in the time doing a little shopping. In my eagerness to avoid being late, I still arrived ten minutes early and parked the car in front of someone's driveway as close to the specified junction as I could. I moved across to the passenger seat and listened to the radio - taking the occasional swig from the drink I had bought in order to keep my juices flowing sufficiently freely for the prolonged cock-sucking and arse-licking session that I was pretty certain was in store for me. By 12.15pm, when Ram finally arrived, I had begun to feel the cold and had been toying with turning on the engine to warm myself up for a while. He opened up the rear door, threw a holdall onto the back seat and, after depositing it, took his place in the driver's seat beside me. Without uttering a word, he adjusted the mirror and seat position and then calmly started up the engine. To mark my submission, I took care to avert my eyes from his face, but as we pulled away from the kerb, took note of the grey and white trainers he was wearing and then surreptitiously raised my gaze higher up his body a little at a time, noting he was wearing black socks, denim jeans and a bomber jacket, the front of which he had unzipped to reveal a military-style pullover. I watched his slender fingers as he confidently mastered the controls and noticed a knotted piece of cream coloured cord was wrapped twice around his right wrist. He drove carefully and with great courtesy but said nothing, leaving the radio to fill the silence. As the car warmed up, I began to lapse into my usual role as a passenger - alternating back seat driving with looking around at the scenery on what was turning into a pleasantly sunny early spring day. But then I reminded myself that this was no ordinary car journey and that I should be making the most of it! It was a long time since I last had the privilege of being able to see the young Indian's handsome face and slender body and now, there he was, sitting right beside me, taking driving a strange car entirely in his stride, confidently speeding us towards our destination where he would use and abuse me however he wished for his own pleasure and amusement. His good looks and self-assurance combined to give him a sexual potency that I found irresistible - a single word from him at any moment would have sent me scampering to please him, however great the humiliation involved. Despite my excitement rising at such thoughts, as we got nearer home and nothing happened, I began to resign myself to there being no sexual humiliation coming my way during the course of the drive. Ram must consider it too risky to contemplate this on such a busy road in broad daylight, but as usual, he soon proved my assumption wrong. As promised in his message, we took a "pit-stop" before we reached our destination, which turned out to be my nearest branch of Tesco. After slowly circling the entire car park to find a suitable space, Ram parked the car on its periphery, took the keys from the ignition and unloaded his bag from the rear of the car. It was only then that he spoke to me for the first time. "By the time I get back, I want you completely naked." With that, he slammed the car door shut and walked off toward the supermarket entrance. As he no doubt intended, I was immediately thrown into a quandary over what to do about his impossible demand. I'd expected to have to remove my trainers and socks at some point during the journey and so quickly did so. But then I hesitated, should I stop at this and run the risk of letting Ram down on our first meet after so long, I wondered? I looked around me. Although there were no cars nearby currently, there was nothing to stop someone pulling up beside us at any moment. If I stayed sitting upright, I could be seen by passing cars on the busy slip-road as well as from within the car park. The one thing that would definitely arouse suspicion would be if I removed my shirt. So, should I just risk slipping off my pants and hope that would satisfy him - after all, no one was likely to give the car more than a second glance, even if they did see someone sitting in the passenger seat, let alone peer inside. What about removing my shirt as well and crouching down below window height? But if the car park filled up and someone drew up alongside, they might easily catch sight of my pale form silhouetted against the car's dark grey interior and linger to investigate what was going on. Spotting a naked man crouching in the front seat of a car in a public car park, with his discarded clothes neatly folded on the back seat, I judged would arouse most people's interest, at least sufficiently to encourage them to take a closer look! What would I do if they didn't laugh and turn away and instead banged at the window to express their disgust? What if they reported me to one of the Tesco trolley collectors and they came to investigate? I guessed something like this would certainly brighten up their day and provide them with a good anecdote to tell their friends afterwards. "We found this perv who'd stripped naked inside his car in the car park today," I imagined them saying. As more and more faces peered in at me and they knocked on the car window to get my attention, what would I do - ignore them? Then I realised that I didn't have the luxury of this option in any case, as Ram had left the car unlocked. So, if I just opted to keep my head down, there was nothing to stop them from opening it themselves! But what else could I do? If I tried to scramble back into my clothes, I would just expose my nakedness all the more. I could see it all - a whole gang of juvenile trolley collectors, augmented by a motley assortment of curious shoppers, tugging open the car door. After a shocked moment of silence, as they discovered that I was indeed stark naked, there would be an outburst of derisory laughter, perhaps followed by the lead adolescent demanding that I get out of the car to explain myself... Fortunately, due to my fantasy of Ram having me pleasure him during our twenty-minute car journey, I had taken the precaution of placing a blanket on the back seat of the car. Making use of it seemed to provide the only means of meeting his demand whilst avoiding the risk of public exposure and disgrace. Convinced that Ram would return pretty soon, I forced myself into making a decision. But first, I checked the area for closed circuit cameras, as I didn't want to risk my antics being recorded and get myself arrested at a later date. There was no sign of any nearby but nowadays you never could tell! With no passers-by or cars approaching, I placed my trainers and socks in the back behind the driver's seat and then slowly eased myself down onto the floor of the car until I was hidden from view. I pulled apart the folded blanket and draped it over me. There was barely enough space for me to kneel, even with the seat pushed as far back as it would go, and I found my ribs pressing hard against its front edge - but with my head now below window height, I decided I was unlikely to be observed. So, I hurriedly unfastened the buttons of my shirt and then attempted to prise it off over my shoulders. The blanket's soft fabric clung to my clothes as I struggled like a contortionist to free myself of the wretched garment in the confined space whilst at the same time keeping myself covered up and my profile below window level, in order to avoid arousing anyone's suspicion. It took me a while, but I finally managed to wrench it off and paused for breath before meekly depositing it on the backseat in a dishevelled heap. All the while, the car had been hotting-up in the sunshine and I could feel my face reddening from my exertions. The jeans I was wearing were tight-fitting ones and presented me with as big a challenge as the shirt to successfully remove. However, after succeeding in prising them down from my thighs and past each knee in turn, I finally managed to drag them off over my ankles. Now fully naked, I deposited them beside the shirt and retreated beneath the blanket to await my master's return and, hopefully, to reap the rewards for my unquestioning obedience. Once beneath the blanket I shuffled around until all my body was fully hidden and then listened carefully for any sounds that might indicate that I had been observed - but nothing seemed amiss. I also tried to keep as still as I could, just in case someone glimpsed inside, spotted something moving under the cover, caught sight of my discarded clothes and put two and two together. Although now fully naked, I was getting increasingly red in the face and the seat was pressing hard into my ribs, prompting me to change position. I listened out for tell-tale noises, such as the slamming of car doors, and watched out for sudden shadows caused by passers-by before stretching out my cramped limbs. I then waited, and waited, and waited some more, fretting about why Ram was taking so long. Instead of just buying cigarettes and a few groceries, he must have stopped off to do his weekly shop, I decided. Or, alternately, was he sitting comfortably in the supermarket's caf enjoying a coffee whilst savouring the thought of me stripped naked outside in the car park? I held up the edge of the blanket an inch or two to let some cooler air penetrate beneath it and told myself to stop worrying about the risk of discovery and where Ram was, and instead make the most of my first experience of being completely naked in a public car park (albeit hidden beneath a blanket). Ironically, the means I came up with to divert myself from the negative aspects of my predicament was to increase my vulnerability and potential humiliation still further. I made to tweak my nipples to get myself turned on but it was hard to reach both of them at the same time as one was pressed beneath the edge of the seat - so I had to settle for touching one at once. But within moments my cock began to respond. No sooner had I become fully erect, than the inevitable happened and the car's rear door was pulled wide open and a, now much heavier bag, was flung onto the rear seat by my master. "Oh, good!" Ram exclaimed, presumably spotting my discarded clothes and working out that the mound hidden beneath the blanket on the passenger seat must be me. I guess he was a little taken aback by the extent of my obedience or maybe he'd just forgotten what his parting instructions to me had been! After taking up his seat beside me, Ram drove on in silence once again, while in my aroused state I fantasized about him reaching beneath the cover to take advantage of my nakedness and perhaps invite me to creep across and wrap my mouth around his cock while he drove. But all I got was the occasional reassuring pat on the head, through the blanket, to show his approval. When I realised we would soon be arriving at my home, another worry came into my mind. Surely Ram would not park directly outside my house and expect me to parade myself naked wrapped only in a blanket in front of my neighbours! No, he'd park in the quiet side street to permit me to get dressed without any observers watching, before finally driving up to the house - wouldn't he? But when I heard the crunch of gravel beneath my tyres and the car come to a sudden halt, I realised that I had my answer - park outside my home was exactly what he had done! Ram climbed out of the car, then realised he needed the key to enter so opened the car's rear door where my clothes were stowed to ask me where it was. Keeping my head below window level, I whispered that it was in my pants pocket. Rather than search for it himself, he thrust my jeans beneath the blanket and after rooting through them I handed it over to him. "Get a move on!" he added, handing me the rest of my clothes before slamming the door shut and letting himself into my home. Aware that one of my neighbours might be watching, I realised that to maintain the appearance of respectability I had no alternative but to struggle back into the clothes I had spent so much time and energy discarding, just to traverse the few yards that separated me from the privacy of my car to that of my hallway. So, for a second time, under the clinging camouflage of the blanket, I prised my limbs into the tight shirt and jeans Ram had selected for me to wear and then sat in the passenger seat to hastily button them up and force my feet back into my shoes - bugger the socks! Five minutes later, I staggered out of the passenger door flushed-faced and dishevelled, praying that none of the neighbours happened to be looking out at that moment or had witnessed the stranger climb out of the driving seat of my car and coolly enter my home before me. After reaching the sanctuary of my entrance hall, I tore off my clothes once more and made a dash to relieve myself in the toilet. After hurriedly washing my cock clean, I pushed open the kitchen door to find Ram sitting contentedly inside the open French windows smoking. When he turned toward me, I immediately dropped down to my knees as a mark of my submission and looked to him for direction. He waved me across to join him and I obediently padded across the floor and knelt down nervously at his feet. While he continued to draw on his cigarette, I glimpsed through the open door and confirmed that with many of the trees still bereft of their leaves, the back of the house was no longer entirely private. As though to confirm my concerns, a bus sped down the road giving the two passengers on its top deck an uninterrupted, if brief, glimpse of what we were up to. Seemingly oblivious of this, the handsome Indian stretched out his youthful body and leisurely exhaled. When a cool breeze caught his cigarette smoke and sent it in my direction, despite my anxiety at us being observed, the smell was now so strongly associated with sex with Ram that I immediately found myself becoming aroused. The cold air not only made my nipples instantly harden and cover by sweat-coated flesh with goose bumps but also provided me with a reminder of the raunchy encounters I'd enjoyed with the boy out in the garden in the past. Intoxicated by the man and the circumstances I found myself in, I eagerly drew his delicious scent down into my lungs, hooked my hands behind my back to increase my vulnerability still further and lowered my flushed face to his crotch in an act of complete submission. Chapter Fourteen "Get my cock out!" I eagerly obeyed Ram's instructions and, with his assistance, gently lowered both his jeans and briefs down to his ankles. "Now make it happy!" he added with a smirk, harking back to the words he had used on our very first date. Within moments, his dick was fully erect and he was demanding that I take it deep down my throat. As my head was thrust further and further down his shaft, I did my best to satisfy him but, as previously, struggled to accommodate the large dimensions of his manhood, which seemed to have grown even larger since our last encounter! As my discomfort increased, his excitement and determination to get his own way only grew, no doubt inspired by the collection of pictures he possessed of me revealing the extent of the sexual humiliation I was willing to suffer in order to please him. "Make me a coffee!" he demanded with a sigh of resignation after more pushing and shoving failed to enable him to keep his dick down my throat for more than a minute at a time. Chastened by his dissatisfaction, I lifted my saliva-streaked face away from his crotch and padded across the kitchen floor on all fours to switch on the coffee machine which I had loaded up earlier. But, no sooner had I done it and was waiting for it to heat up, then the youngster summoned me back. "Take off my shoes and socks," he demanded, and after I'd done so, he told me to remove his jeans and underwear too. As I folded his clothes neatly and placed them on the vacant chair beside him, he lowered his torso to the front edge of the dining chair and hoisted his legs up into the air. "Now lick my arse!" he demanded with a smirk of contempt, parting his buttocks to display his hair-coated hole in yet another echo of our first meet. Accustomed to receiving this command, without hesitation I obediently lowered my face between his ass-cheeks, slicked up its perimeter with my saliva then slowly eased the tip of my tongue inside it. Just like old times, I reflected, feeling just as humiliated as I had on the first occasion I'd been obliged to do it, though hoping that my public exposure in the Tesco car park would not be the only innovation Ram added to our sex play after I'd agreed to meet up with him again after so long. Soon tiring of being in this uncomfortable position, once the lad had successfully reminded me of my lowly position in life as his ass licker, he let his legs fall to the floor and ordered me to resume making his coffee. While I did so, the youngster lit up another cigarette, and as soon as I returned to hand him his drink, directed my head back down to his groin. While he relished his favourite combination of sensual delights, I was left free to worship his lower body without being required to wear a blindfold. Excited by the treat of not only touching but seeing the naked body of the young Indian who had filled my dreams for so long, rather than immediately resume sucking his dick, I lovingly kissed and caressed his feet, ran my tongue over his slender calves and slowly worked my way upwards. Eventually I reached his groin but rather than gobble up his cock immediately, I obsequiously licked his genitals and encompassed each ball in my mouth in turn. After this, I lapped the length of his shaft from its base to its tip with the flat of my tongue and gradually eased down his foreskin to expose its perfectly-formed head, which I then enveloped in my mouth to lick away the juices that had accumulated there. Gathering from Ram's sighs of contentment that he approved of my actions, I grew bolder still and reached up beneath his shirt to simultaneously tweak the tips of his nipples as I serviced him, then willingly slid his manhood down to the back of my throat and beyond until I had engulfed his shaft all the way down to his curly bush of jet-black pubes. Although Ram said nothing in response to my love-making efforts, the fact that his cock remained completely rigid throughout, I took as confirmation that, provided I remained in the submissive role, I was, at least occasionally, permitted to take the initiative. Once his coffee mug was empty and his fag stubbed out, he closed and locked the French windows, and demanded I escort him upstairs to my bedroom. Unprepared for this eventuality, I grabbed the condoms and lube I'd left out on the kitchen table and led Ram up the stairs wearing just his shirt, excited at the prospect of having sex with him in a bed for once, instead of the relative discomfort of the patio, kitchen or lounge. After entering the bedroom before him, I deposited the two sachets on one of the bedside tables, hastily pulled down the covers and closed the curtains, leaving my visitor free to take stock of his surroundings, after doing which, to my great disappointment, he demanded I supply him with a blindfold. Reluctantly, I returned to take the flight mask, I sometimes used to help me sleep, from the bedside table and made to hand it over to him. "Put it on then!" he demanded, bouncing up and down on the bed to test out its softness and then, in anticipation, commence unfastening the buttons of his shirt. Once I was sightless, he reached out to grab hold of me by my cock and commanded I lay down on top of him as if I were his duvet! But it was not all bad news as far as I was concerned, as by this point, I discovered he had removed his shirt and now lay beneath me fully naked! Not only that, now he had me at a disadvantage again, he seemed willing to continue to award me greater latitude to embrace and fondle him than he had done in any of our previous encounters. Seizing the opportunity with both hands, I gently embraced his slender young body within my more mature and muscular one and took advantage of his bared chest to suck on each of his nipples in turn before confirming my devotion to him by slowly licking my way down the whole length of his torso and resuming worshipping his erect cock once more. When he accepted my tribute without complaint, I grew even bolder and raised myself up until we were face to face. After running my fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp with my fingers, I went on to explore the rest of his features like a blind man familiarising himself with a stranger's face. As my passion continued to grow and my hard cock began fencing with his own, I not only dared to kiss him on both his nose and cheeks, but also to bite into each of his earlobes and run my teeth around his hair-coated chin as I continued to rub my body up against his in a frenzy of pent-up desire. For his part, Ram was more than willing to reciprocate and, as we embraced each other used his own, not inconsiderate, strength to ensure he continued to play the dominant role by positioning my body to suit his purposes. It was as though finally having a bed to accommodate our love-making had set free a mutual passion that our previous role-play had suppressed. Our sexual sparing session continued for a good while, until it became clear to me by him fingering my ass, that me getting fucked was to be the next item on his agenda. But before he attempted to do so, Ram called a surprise halt to proceedings. Thinking the hiatus could be due to him needing to don a condom, I pointed out that I had placed one on the bedside table ready for his use. But that wasn't it. "Get me a tumbler from the bathroom..." he demanded. Knowing there wasn't one stored there, once out in the hallway I lifted the face mask to my forehead and quickly sprinted down the stairs to the kitchen, selected a glass from the cupboard and rushed back upstairs. I then re-entered the bedroom with the mask back in place, and presented him, not just with the tumbler he'd requested, but also with a bottle of mouthwash I'd taken from the bathroom cabinet, assuming that this was what he wanted it for. "Lie down on the floor and wank yourself..." he commanded, after taking both items from my hands and directing my head down to the carpet. Despite my disappointment that our love-making in the bed had been so brief and had ended so abruptly, I obediently complied with his wishes and lay myself flat out on the ground at his feet. Telling myself that this was where I belonged, I crossed my ankles began pulling on my, still hard, dick, grateful that I had the luxury of a carpet to lie down on for once, as opposed to the cold, hard kitchen flooring or a bed of sharp gravel! Only when I heard the sound of my master filling the tumbler I'd just given him, and smelt the distinctive odour of urine waft toward me, did the penny finally drop as to his purpose in asking me to fetch it for him! Although I'd never drunk anyone's piss in cold blood before, my excitement actually increased, I guess due to the humiliation involved in being forced to have to do it! The lad's next move was to kick my fist away from my dick, hoist my torso up from the floor by the ear, and thrust the now warm glass into my hand. "I expect you to have drunk the whole lot by the time I return!" he added, walking past me to go to the bathroom and closing the door shut behind him. I was shocked. I had not seen this coming! Nowhere in our past exchange of messages or my on-line profile had I once indicated that this was something I was interested in doing! Although the sounds of him pissing had excited me, the prospect of drinking his urine did not! However, I had to admit that as a means of upping my humiliation, it was a bit of a masterstroke on his part! I held the warm liquid up to my nose to sniff it, but knew there was no way I would be able to conquer my life-long phobia of drinking piss, even for him! Fortunately, in the couple of minutes he left me to think about it, I managed to figure out a means of avoiding defying him on our very first meet following our reunion, which was something I was anxious to avoid. I decided I would have to openly admit to my deficiencies in not being able to summon up the courage to swallow his urine, beg for his forgiveness for disappointing him and offer to debase myself in some other way in the hope of making amends. So, before he returned, I clambered up onto the bed and knelt with my bare ass up in the air and my head in the pillows. "I can't do it, sir! Please don't make me!" I begged, when I heard Ram re-enter the bedroom behind me. After spotting the still full glass sitting on the bedside table, he cursed me for not obeying him but didn't spank my arse as I'd anticipated he would! Instead, he ordered me off the bed and back onto the floor on all fours, where I immediately threw myself at his feet and, in between pleading with him for his forgiveness, began to kiss each of his toes in turn. After heaving an exasperated sigh, my long-suffering master sat down on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide apart and pulled me upwards by the ear until my face was nestled in his groin once more. "Get it hard!" he demanded resignedly, thrusting his semi-hard dick into my mouth for me re-excite. Thankful for the opportunity to redeem myself, with tears of gratitude welling up in my eyes, I meekly took his shaft back into my mouth, and, after easing back his foreskin, to make amends, wrapped my tongue lovingly around its head to savour the taste of the more modest amounts of urine I encountered there. "Now lube up your arse... and put a condom on my dick for me!" he instructed after I had primed his cock once more, placing the two packs from the bedside table into my hand. "And hurry up about it!" he demanded, lying down on the bed on his back, as I blindly attempted to open both sachets and then stretch the rubber over his, now vertical, dick. Left to my own devices, I made sure the condom as well as my asshole was coated with a thick layer of lube. "Here, wipe your hands with these!" added Ram, who'd clearly been watching me, thrusting a fistful of tissues into my palm from the box he'd spied atop the bedside table. That done, he then hauled me back onto the bed and guided me to squat facing him with one knee at either side of his torso. "Now sit on me!" he commanded. Highly excited by what had gone before, I quickly straddled the lad's thighs and, with my buttocks held apart, began to slowly lower my ass, until his erect member was embedded deep inside my hole. "Good boy!" he exhaled, maybe impressed by the lack of the histrionics that had always accompanied his penetration of me in the past. "Now I want you to fuck yourself and wank yourself off at the same time!" he demanded, once my buttocks were resting on his thighs, clearly happy to lie back and let me do all the work. Pain-free and with my abdomen satisfyingly filled by his hard dick, I gradually lifted up my ass and then thrust it back down again in the smoothest and most satisfying of motions and felt a sensation I had rarely experienced when Ram had fucked me in the past, namely my prostate gland being massaged along the way. Although, ideally, I would have loved to stare into the Indian's handsome face and kissed him as I fucked myself and resumed pulling on my cock, I made do with my recollection of what I had seen and done earlier that day to excite me, and gradually increased the pace of both, as my pleasure increased. Up until this point, Ram remained mostly passive, but as his excitement grew, he began to meet my downward thrusts with upward ones of his own to penetrate me deeper still. He also reached out to add to both my humiliation and pleasure by taking a tight hold of both my nipples and tweaking them. Brought to the threshold of orgasm by his actions, my wanking and downward thrusts reached a frenzy and, within seconds, I felt myself lose control and shoot my load in hugely satisfying spurts. Split-seconds later, Ram let go of my tits and grabbed hold of my hips to hold me steady as he came himself. Brought to a climax by the contractions of my anus as I'd ejaculated, he pumped his own spunk into the condom inside me and let out a succession of cries until his upwards thrusts finally ground to a halt. Gratified by his obvious enjoyment, I hoisting myself off him and lay down beside him on the bed exhausted, with a big grin on my face. This had been quite some reunion! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Once we were back downstairs and both dressed, I offered to do the driving for the return journey and Ram politely accepted. As I drove him back to where I had picked him up a couple of hours earlier, we began chatting sociably to each other for the first time, as though nothing out of the ordinary had gone before! For some reason, the youngster was suddenly curious to know more about me and asked me lots of questions which, on reflection, resulted in me revealing far too much about myself. Somehow, I ended up telling him all about my most recent health problem (a bad back), my past career, my family commitments (looking after my elderly mother) and my writing ambitions, but learned next to nothing new about him! We parted on good terms twenty minutes or so later and I whistled happily as I drove back home thinking I had unexpectedly found myself not only my fantasy lover but a new friend as well! I just hoped our increasing familiarity with each other would not ruin our future sex-play! Back home, after having a bite to eat, I quickly wrote up an account of our reunion in my diary whilst it was still fresh in my mind. Later on, I also penned a brief thankyou message to Ram in which I apologised for refusing to drink his urine. But this time round, rather than append a pic of myself to my message to underline my continuing devotion to him, I decided to risk sending him an example of my writing, which revealed my submissive thoughts rather than my naked body. It was an extract from my diary describing what had gone on while I was in the Tesco car park awaiting his return - the part of that day's adventure that he knew nothing about. I only hoped that knowing I kept a record of our exploits would not freak him out - but rather give him a better idea of the sort of thing I found exciting for his future use. Hi Ram Thanks for today - it was amazing! However, in addition to my thanks, I think I owe you an apology/explanation as well. I don't recall if I mentioned in my previous messages that my reservations about rimming stem from having caught Hepatitis A in a gay club in the dim and distant past (though from fingering rather than rimming). I know drinking urine is less hazardous and drinking your own is even recommended by some Indian gurus to maintain good health but just the thought of drinking urine makes me want to retch! So, you certainly picked on a good way of testing out my obedience! However, when I finally caught on to what you were doing with the glass I'd provided, I have to admit that I found it exciting, due to the humiliation involved. So, if you ever fancy introducing piss play into our humiliation scenes in the future please do. Although I would rather avoid drinking it, I would not be averse to being pissed on, if that appealed to you! You have a choice of doing it either in the shower or the bath should this option appeal to you at some future date. I also attach for your entertainment, an extract from my diary describing the part of our date that took place while you were doing your shopping. Hope you enjoy! I look forward to hearing from you again soon! A xxx To be continued... Can't wait to sample more of my writing??? A free PDF version of the whole story is available by email from the authour at barneybumpkin@gmail.com on request To read my other writing posted on Nifty look under "B" in the Authors tab or do a search for my name.

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Date: 30 Jan 2001 14:21:46 -0000 From: Mikey Subject: Danny - 9 Author's Note: Hey, you found this story on the Nifty gay - site, so you ought to know that it contains graphic male-male sex. I hope that it also has a story you will like. If you aren't supposed to read this stuff, please don't. Fantasies don't need protection. Real life does. Play it safe. Otherwise, Enjoy. *** Danny's Birthday: Danny's eyes lit up and he licked his lips when he caught sight of the young man squirming on the bed. About six feet tall, with cropped white-blond hair and ice-blue eyes, the well-secured man was a vision of Nordic beauty. Too strong to be pretty, he was handsome in a masculine way that made Danny's mouth water. His face was partially obscured by the gag, but the furious glint in his eyes could not be hidden, nor the straining muscles that bulged out the uniform. Danny grinned. Horace had told him he had hired a special treat for his birthday. Danny had once admitted that uniforms turned him on and that he had occasionally fantasized about having his way with one of the handsome young cops around the city. Horace must have hired an actor to play a cop for him. He would make sure he let him know how grateful he was, later. But first, his present. The bound man glared at him over the gag. He could not move with his arms and legs fastened to the four posts on the specially designed bed. Danny had spent many hours tied to that bed for Horace's pleasure and knew that it was impossible to escape. Danny studied him for a moment, then decided to partially unwrap his present first. 'But not all the way. The uniform is a real turn on. It looks so real. Even an equipment belt with a toy gun and radio. And handcuffs. Oh, this is nice.' He smiled at the man. "Hi, I'm Danny. That's a really great costume. It looks real." The man's eyebrows rose with a look of confusion and he tried to say something through the gag. 'Costume?' Danny just shook his head and said cheerfully, "I really appreciate your act. This will be fun for both of us." The man shook his head violently and jerked at the cuffs. 'Oh, he wants to play. Okay.' Danny grinned. "Great! Let's see what you brought." He unbuckled the belt and lifted it up. The man on the bed paled as the young man pulled out his gun and looked closely at it. The black-haired young man frowned at his captive and shook his head reprovingly. "This is real! I'm surprised the guards let you bring it. You should be careful, the cops would not like you carrying this. You could get in trouble." A look of confusion crossed the eyes of the other man, unseen by Danny while he turned to empty the clip out and set the handgun in a drawer in the dresser. The tied man shook his head. 'Something's not right here. I was waiting in the bar for Joe after I got off duty. The room started spinning. Next thing I know, I'm waking up with three huge goons cuffing me to this damn bed and leaving without a word. What the hell is going on?' He watched alertly as the young man in the black t-shirt and jeans turned the equipment belt curiously in his hands. 'This kid can't possibly have anything to do with the bruisers that left me here. Where did he come from? Damn, whatever they gave me is still working. I can't think straight.' Danny unfastened the nightstick and grinned at his captive audience. "This could be fun later," he said cheerfully. The man's eyes widened, then narrowed. That was a threat he knew how to deal with. Danny set down the belt on the dresser, then swung lithely on to the bed, straddling the other. He reached up and unbuttoned the shirt, ignoring the pointless struggles beneath him. 'Horace must have told the actor to resist. This makes it seem like there is a real cop tied to the bed. How nice of him to be so cooperative.' Danny appreciated the realism. He paused and tipped his head to the side when he encountered the plain white undershirt, then smiled in realization. "Oh, you were trying to be authentic. That's great. But I don't think we really want this in our way now." With those cheerful words he reached into his pocket and pulled out a hand sized pocketknife. With an expert flip of the wrist, the blade locked into position and poised above the now pale man below. Emil swallowed behind his gag. 'Here we go.' But Danny just sliced the shirt open, baring the lightly furred chest and said with open delight, "Oh, all of your hair is that same color!" The man on the bed rolled his eyes and wondered if he were in an insane asylum. Then he felt the gentle hands stroking his chest and the warm wet mouth closing over one tit. Alarm flared and he began to thrash, yelling behind his gag. Danny ignored his wiggling and went to work on the hard muscular pecs with the rippled abdomen below. This man was slimmer than Carlos, but must spend just as many hours working out or exercising somehow. He kept his body really nice. Danny slid down to the belt and slowly unfastened it. He pulled it free and stretched it experimentally, then shook his head. No, the stretchy elastic material would not be interesting at all, at least, not the way Horace liked to use a belt. But he could use it to supplement the cuffs when he decided to unwrap the rest of his present. He unfastened the pants and opened them, then looked up at the man watching him in horrified disbelief, "Smiley face boxers? In rainbow colors? Hey, man. These are great!" The man flushed bright red. 'I don't believe this is happening.' Danny slid his hand inside the boxers feeling for the meat of the present. He was going to prolong the anticipation as long as he could. There was a short whimper and a violent lunge on the bed as his seeking fingers closed around a nicely sized cock and began to quest. He looked up questioningly, and then grinned knowingly. "Don't worry. We'll get there. I just want to play first. We have all night." 'Don't worry. Yeah, right. Now I'm worried.' Now the man began to get rather alarmed. The fingers stroked and cupped the warm balls, rolling them in the sack of flesh, squeezing lightly. To his absolute horror, the bound man felt his cock begin to respond to the sensual touch. He could not believe this kid was molesting him this way. He struggled harder and only succeeded in pushing his growing groin against the hand again and again. His nostrils flared as he struggled to breath through his nose. Danny grinned. 'Okay, if the guy insists, I can move along a little. First though, it's time for the rest of the clothes to go.' He looked at the cuffs and decided to do one limb at a time. But he needed to distract the guy first. It wasn't fair to just yank off his clothes and jump on him. It would ruin the whole fantasy. Besides, if he was one of Horace's boys, he would expect a little extra stimulation. Danny would oblige him. Danny stood and rooted around in the dresser until he came up with a pair of clamps attached to a small control box. He held the clamps and pressed the button and a dreamy look came into his eyes at the mild shock that coursed through his hand. Horace and he had really enjoyed playing with these the other night. He tightened his legs in memory of the current pulsing through his testicles. 'That had hurt so good.' And the way they had felt pinching the delicate ring of flesh at his asshole could not even be described. He panted slightly as his cock began to twitch in remembrance. Emil stared from behind the gag and tried to control his breathing. 'Surely those are not what I think they might be. The kid is smiling so strangely.' Danny considered it for a moment, then he shook his head decisively. 'Now is not the time to play with myself. I have a partner tonight. And very anxious he looks. I bet he thinks I might ignore him.' He pulled open the man's uniform shirt and licked at the nipples on the heaving chest a few times getting them into nicely wet, tight little nubs. Then he let the alligator clips nip them. The man jumped in shock at the brief pinch. Danny twisted the control until a steady pulsing of light shocks went from the batteries to the tits. The man convulsed in surprise and began yanking his arms against the cuffs again, muffled sounds coming from behind the gag. 'There, that should satisfy him until I can get his clothes off. Then we'll play.' Emil writhed with the unsuspected pain. He did not even notice as his legs were freed one at a time and his boots and then trousers removed quickly and easily, then his legs refastened. His boxers were left on. Danny thought they were hilarious. He did unbutton them and let the big cock point out of the slit. 'Mr. Smiley and all the little smileys.' he thought in amusement. Pulling off his own shirt, Danny covered the man with his body, and pressed his own chest into the clips, sharing the shocks. The man froze and stared at him. He could not believe what the other was doing to him. The kid's face was dreamy and becoming aroused, his cheeks flushed lightly and he licked his parted lips as he wiggled slightly with each pulse. The loose long-sleeved t-shirt had hidden a surprisingly fit body. The guy must spend hours a day exercising. Emil didn't know how close to the truth he was. Danny reached between their bodies and undid his jeans, pulling his own aroused cock free to rub against the other one. He began to pump his hips lightly, stroking cock to cock, while he leaned down to chew on the man's shoulder. Emil whimpered again when he felt the silky stroke of cock to cock. The warm mouth on his shoulder tracing the taut muscles with light bites and sucking. This could not arouse him! He wasn't gay! He was straight! It could not possibly feel that good to have the shocks stop abruptly, replaced by a hungry mouth, nor to have that mouth lick and suck and chew down his chest and flat hard stomach to the waistband of his boxers. He raised his head and watched as the boy began to lick at the tip of his erect penis, thinking the frantic thoughts that he could not get past the gag. 'Stop that! Don't do this.' 'No. I don't like it, I don't.' 'Damn it, stop. Please.' 'Please. No. No. Don't. Stop.' 'Oh, don't stop. Please don't stop.' Emil stopped straining. He just watched as the agile tongue covered his entire seven-inch length thoroughly. A sigh of resigned relief escaped the gag as his cock slid slowly between the lips into the hot wet mouth. And then it really began to get good. Hips thrusting his cock into the eager mouth, the tongue sweeping up and all the way around the shaft and then the sensitive head. His first-ever deep throat swallowing him all the way and the tongue probing his balls at the same time. Emil had stopped struggling a while ago and was now only trying to hold a coherent thought. He gave that up also and allowed himself to sink into bliss under the boy's expert mouth. He screamed behind the gag as a band clamped over his cock in place of the other man's mouth and something squeezed his cock and balls into a tight ring at the base. He looked down in disbelief at the silver colored band constricting his cock and balls until he thought they would be cut off. 'It hurts like hell, so how am I still erect?' He wondered. Danny inhaled the scent of fresh sweat and male arousal and nibbled down until he reached the hole. It was tight and pale pink. It did not look as if it had ever been used at all, Danny thought vaguely while he began to eat. He licked around the edge until he could hear moans through the gag, then began to probe with his tongue. When the rosebud hole was wet and quivering, he rose and quickly pulled off his jeans and on a rubber. He lubricated himself thoroughly, then pushed into the tight ring. The man's hips rose off the bed and he tried to clench his thighs together, pushing desperately with his ass muscles to force out the invading cock. Danny paused for a moment, his head thrown back, his eyes closed as the incredibly tight sphincter closed around his cock head. Then he looked down and watched while he slowly slid past the muscle into the warm soft ass. Oh, this felt so very good. The guy was pushing against him just strongly enough to help him in easily. He paused for a moment to let the guy's ass adjust to the stretch. Then the young man began to move slowly, stroking in and out, savoring the heat and the tight grip. Emil watched him also, in disbelief, as tears of pain ran down his cheeks from the agony of the invasion. He was being fucked. He could not believe that he was actually being butt-fucked by some kid. And there was nothing he could do about it. Even worse, now that the initial penetration was over, it was beginning to feel good. This wasn't real. He closed his eyes, but that only intensified his awareness of the thick rod filling him and the slide of the knob every time it caressed his prostate. He had to cum. He had to cum now. And couldn't. He watched in frustrated agony as the other shuddered and pulsed with his own release. Danny pulled slowly out and smiled down at the flushed arousal and intense frustration on the bound man's face. He knew exactly how that felt and had every intention of taking care of it now. He rose and opened another small foil package. Taking out the flesh colored ring of latex, he waited until the dazed eyes focused on him. Slowly he licked both sides of the rubber, poking his tongue into the little bell tip that would hold the cum. Emil watched in fascination as the guy mouthed the condom, then held it lightly between his lips with his tongue indenting the center. Danny met his eyes, then lowered his head until he could touch the straining end of the man's cock with his rubber tipped tongue. Emil's back arched as the slick rubber stroked the slit that gaped urgently in the thick cut head of his aching cock. The rubber swirled around the tip, then slowly slid down, propelled by the dark haired man's strong lips. A swirling tongue made sure that it went down evenly. Emil just stared in amazement. He had never even imagined someone doing something like this or how good it felt. He began to wish his arms were free to touch the black curls. He wondered what would come next. And hoped it would be him. Danny smiled, all the resistance had gone out of the man below him. The iceman was eagerly watching with anticipation lighting his eyes. Just one more thing, then he would release the actor and they could really start to have some fun. Danny was almost warmed up now and ready to get into the real pleasure. But first he needed to do some stretching exercises. He'd start with his ass muscles. With a lithe jump, he straddled the man and impaled himself to the cock ring with one swift, smooth push. He ignored the brief discomfort of the sudden fullness, knowing how good it would feel in a moment. The man's back arched up off the bed and his arms jerked at the bonds for the first time in quite a while. But he wasn't trying to escape. He was trying desperately to push further into Danny's ass. Danny began to move on him. Soon he had the man thrashing and moaning, his hips pumping furiously giving the young man above him an excellent ride. Thrusting in and out fully with each stroke. Filling him wonderfully with his big, thick cock. Danny reached back and easily unclasped the thick cock ring, allowing the blood to flow back into the balls and cock. He closed his eyes in pleasure, as the cock got even larger and harder, then began to pulse wildly. He continued to ride slowly even as it softened slightly, then began to harden again. He watched as the man's eyes glazed and then he sped up slightly. Leaning forward without slowing the deep plunging rhythm, he removed the gag. The man gasped for air, then licked his lips. Danny kissed him deeply, rewarded by a moan and an eager tongue. Then the man pulled back slightly. Hoarsely he said, "Untie me, please." Danny flipped the catch at the back of the wrists on the cuffs. The man stretched gingerly, still breathing in time to Danny's ass sliding up and down his cock. Emil looked at the handsome young man who had just fucked him, then made him feel better than anything he had ever experienced, and was still overwhelming his sensitized cock. The quick thinking rookie made an instant decision. He lifted his arms and put them on Danny's hips, holding him still for an instant. Danny looked curious. Emil heaved him over, noting with vague surprise that his legs had been unfastened some time ago and he had never noticed. He looked down into the crystal eyes dreamy with passion and bent to kiss the man. Driving his tongue deeply into the slightly parted lips and tasting everything. He smiled down at the surprised face beneath him and quickly recited a different version of the Miranda. One much more appropriate right now. "You're under arrest. And under me." "You have the right to be silent or to moan with delight." "You have the right to get fucked out of your mind." "Anything you want can and will be held against you and shoved deeply inside you." "If you desire an attorney, he's out of luck, and can go play with himself, not you. The only call you get to make is top or bottom or both." Danny smiled in delight and wrapped his arms around the other man. "This is the best birthday I've ever had." Emil began to thrust with all the power of his strong athletic body. A vague thought occurred. He'd have to stop being so critical of the partner he had resented as a fag. But now he had business to take care of. Hours later, both Danny and Emil were at the point of collapse. If two people could do it, they had tried it. Some things they liked, some they didn't, but they both knew that they had found something, and someone, special. They dozed off from sheer exhaustion, still tightly entwined. Emil still did not know why he was here. How he had gotten here had been driven completely out of his mind. He had no idea where here even was. Vaguely he hoped that he would get to keep Danny whatever happened next. He pulled the sweaty young man close and slept. He was too tired and too sated to worry now. Later was soon enough. *** Horace stepped quietly into the room followed by an older man in uniform. The two young men on the bed were spooned tightly together, Emil wrapped around Danny. Emil did not stir. He was completely exhausted. His eyes were closed and his lips sucked almost unconsciously on Danny's ear. Horace smiled. The young blonde's limp cock was still mostly in the trim ass tucked tightly against him. Danny liked falling asleep with a used cock inside him. Sometimes he would beg Horace for just a few more minutes. Horace would oblige him when he had time. When he didn't... well, Jose would put his cock in just about anything and leave it there as long as possible. Danny was seldom forced to sleep alone between Horace, James, and Jose. Danny's eyes opened and he focused with a tired, but happy expression. "Thank you." He whispered, tightening his arm around the arm of the beautiful young man embracing him. "This was the best birthday present I ever got." He twisted around just enough to gently kiss the other young man and was rewarded by a dazed and completely sated stare and then a soft moan as Emil dozed off again with a smile on his face. His arms pulled Danny down closer to his body and one leg trapped the other partially beneath his limp form. Danny smiled and snuggled back into his grasp. Horace leaned over and softly, but deeply, kissed Danny on the mouth. "You are welcome. I'm glad you approve." Danny yawned, and as his eyes closed, the man turned to leave. Horace was not jealous. He knew that Danny was available for his, different, desires whenever he wanted. He liked to keep the young man happy. Danny's gratitude could be utter exhausting... as Emil had found out. Danny was a wonderful mixture of a strong sense of adventure and absolutely no inhibitions at all. Besides, everything had worked out better than he had even planned. Especially since nothing had gone as planned. The biker he had hired to soften up Emil, had been distracted by a little he-she in leather and never showed. The whore he had bought for Danny had been late and the guards had put him in the wrong room. He almost suspected that Jose had done that on purpose, either from jealousy or dislike of the prostitute. James would undoubtedly have a word or two with that young man. Horace rolled his eyes. The guards knew very well that Danny never played with the dildos and other such toys in that room and would not even bother to go in there unless he was told to. They should know. Danny was usually in one of their beds or the other. Occasionally both. The young man really preferred a live cock to a rubber one. The other whore was different. He was probably still playing with the dildos and other toys in the room he had been left in. Emil had turned out to be what Danny wanted anyway. And Danny had done a better job on Emil than anyone would have ever expected. He chuckled. Best laid plans of mice and men, and all that. He could not wait to replay the films. Everything in this room was always taped. Danny knew that and loved to watch the tapes while they were together. After the door shut behind them, the man who had been a silent observer of the short encounter smiled and turned to Horace, asking him with a raised eyebrow, "Are you ever going to tell Danny that his friend really is a very straight cop?" Horace chuckled. "No. It would only confuse him. He's spent too many years on the street to be comfortable with the idea. He'll find out sooner or later. Besides, eventually the rookie will get around to convincing him. Otherwise, they'll just stay in bed until the point is moot anyway. I have a feeling that Danny has more energy than young rookie Emil has resistance." They both laughed. Emil's partner said in amusement, "When I asked you to soften up Emil's attitude, I had no idea you were going to convert him so thoroughly. I wonder how long it will take him to realize that his nightstick is still shoved all the way up his ass? And his balls and cock are handcuffed to Danny's. By the way, what did you do with the guy you really hired for Danny?" Horace grinned. "He's amusing himself in one of the spare rooms. Want to share? I hear he can take two cocks up his ass at the same time." The other man's eyes lit up and he licked his lips. "Oh yeah? Let's see if the rumors are true." Know what? They were. But that's another story. ----- If you like it, write me. If you don't, tell me why not. My email address is: mikey@maileditor.com My author page where my stories usually live is: http://www.eroticstories.com/unreg/g/author.php?id=237 Or if you have an ES login: http://www.eroticstories.com/my/author.php?id=237 Other stories by Mikey: Nifty: Jordan's Story, Beginnings Danny, Authoritarian Come Home, Beginnings Til Death Do Us Part, Relationships

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Date: 8 Apr 2001 17:00:44 -0000 From: Mikey Subject: Danny - 11 Author's Note: Hey, you found this story on the gay erotic stories site, so you ought to know that it contains graphic male-male sex. I hope that it also has a story you will like. If you aren't supposed to read this stuff, please don't. Fantasies don't need protection. Real life does. Play it safe. Otherwise, Enjoy. *** Mike Dancing with Jose Danny sipped the champagne and shifted his shoulders under the tuxedo he wore. He grinned to himself. A far cry from the thin t-shirt and bike shorts that had been all he had owned when he came to stay with Horace two years before. Danny watched from the edge of the room as Horace mingled with his guests. It was the birthday of one of Horace's friends. The public part of the party had been earlier and now only a handful of very carefully selected guests remained. Now was time for him to earn his admission. He grinned and set down the glass. His anticipation of tonight's fun and games had been almost more than he could stand all week long. Even with the 'dress' runs. No, that was not the right term. 'Undress runs?' he wondered idly while he searched for the person who would partner him. There he was. Danny met Jose's eyes and the young bodyguard nodded. Gracefully, he wound between the guests headed towards Horace and the guest of honor, Kevin Michaelson. Jose met him in the center of the floor, looking darkly handsome in his formal clothing. A wave of the hand signaled the man running the music to change to a previously agreed song. The sultry beat of Latin salsa filled the room and the voices in the background stopped as the guests turned to see what was going on. Jose put his hand on the center of Danny's chest and said huskily in his accented voice, "Dance with me, amigo." Danny tilted his head back and smiled brilliantly at him, then without a word, slid smoothly into his arms as they started to dance. The dance floor cleared around them. The guests moving to the sides of the room and watching quietly. Knowing Horace as they all did, they knew that something was up. Something this particular group would enjoy. Sinuous and sexy, the two handsome men expressed desire and eroticism with every brush of their bodies, their hot eyes fixed on each other, their tight black trousers making no effort to hide their growing erections. Jose reached out and slowly pulled off Danny's jacket revealing that the slim young man wore only a fake shirtfront and separate cuffs under the jacket. Jose yanked off his own jacket, revealing the same brief clothing and his muscles rippled in his back and arms when he twirled the jacket around his head before flinging it to the side of the tiny dance floor. He pulled Danny close and began to rub cheek to cheek, chest to chest, cock to cock. Danny undid the fastening on the shirtfronts and flung them free, leaving them bare-chested in their embrace. Their movements slowed as the tempo of the music changed. Opening their mouths, their tongues met at the tips, caressing and stroking, before sliding deeply into the other's mouth. Sighs drifted from their audience. More than one hand tightened around a glass. Jose slid his open mouth slowly down Danny's face and neck. Still moving gracefully in time with the music, he turned the young man around in his arms to rest back against his broad hard chest. Danny leaned his head back on the bigger man's shoulder and reached up with his arms to bury his hands in the short, thick hair. His eyes were closed, his lips parted and moist as he writhed in Jose's grasp. Jose cupped his hands on Danny's pecs, teasing the nipples into tiny peaks, then stroking down the washboard abs to the bulging front on his trousers. Two years of daily weights, swimming, running, and working out with the body guards had toned and filled out Danny's slim frame into a very nice package. Danny nuzzled his face back into the other man's neck as large strong hands grasped the zippers on either side of his trousers and slowly slid them down, letting the front panel sag open. His black leather g-string barely managed to contain the raging hard on it outlined so clearly. He gasped as the hands cupped him through the thin leather and began to caress. His hips began to pump slowly with the caresses. Fingers slid slowly along the edges of the leather, making him press harder against the hard body behind him. The audience gathered closer. Behind them, unnoticed, servers removed the tables with the used plates and replaced them with new supplies. And a specially padded table. Bowls of condoms, lubricants, and soft towels were set out, in every texture, color, and flavor. Suddenly the music changed, the light sensuous music picking up a heavier beat and darker tone. Jose reached up and seized Danny's wrists, twisting them quickly behind his head to hold with one hand. Then he laced his free hand in the curly black hair and yanked the other man's head back, forcing him to his knees. Danny closed his eyes and moaned softly. The audience gasped. Some moaned with him. Jose stood over him and spread his legs widely, then rubbed his crotch in the kneeling man's face. Danny licked and sucked at the bulge beneath the sleek black material, leaving erotic wet marks where his mouth had been. Among the watchers, Emil bit back a moan and tightened his legs. He wanted Danny so badly. Even with Jose. One time before Danny had talked him into a foursome with that so very talented man and Carlos and it felt like he was bowlegged for a week. When he had finally been able to drag himself from the bed. But he just did not have the exhibitionist streak that Danny enjoyed so much. He started when he felt a hand curve familiarly along his buttocks, then drift between his legs to cup his aching balls. He looked up into the face of his partner, Joe. Although both knew the other was gay, or in Emil's case, bi, neither had allowed sex to enter their working relationship before. Now, Emil just parted his legs and reached to the front of the older man's trousers. Without taking their eyes from the hot action in the center of the room, they slowly caressed each other. They were by no means the only couple indulging. Unseen hands slid the padded table to the edge of the crowd, and they obligingly passed it in to the center. Jose pulled an unresisting Danny to his feet and backed him against the table with a hot wet kiss, devouring his mouth and face. Jose pressed him slowly to the surface with his body, lying on top of him, and stretching his arms above his head without ever breaking the kiss. The many practice sessions paid off when he fastened the wrists into the Velcro straps smoothly. Then he brought his hands down to the sides of the table and pushed himself up and back with a ripple of muscles. Each hand sought the tiny zipper tab on either side of Danny's open trousers and slid them down. All the way down. The specially designed trousers opened all the way to the ankles and lifted off easily, leaving Danny's lithe bare body covered in only the tiny, overstretched g-string. Jose's trousers were special also. He unfastened the placket that crossed the front and tossed the material over his shoulder, leaving himself in only a pair of leggings, his hard cock jutting out, his balls dangling freely from the now missing crotch. He did not see the lucky guest catch the saliva and precum soaked material and press it to his face before passing it to the next person. Starting at the ankle, the big man licked and sucked his way up Danny's leg. He would have liked to do the toes and the strong arch also, but Danny was ticklish and giggles would ruin the mood. The first time he had tried that, Danny had howled and fallen off the table with a convulsive jump, almost dislocating his shoulders. So Jose hit the back of the knees instead and then the hard, tense thighs. He ran his hands up the legs and parted them wider. His tongue reached out to stroke beside the leather, probing and teasing. Danny writhed silently. His erratic breathing the only sound he made. Jose parted his own legs, giving the audience behind him a clear view of his ass and heavy balls. His cock was so hard, it pointed straight along his rippled stomach. Jose slowly untied the tight thongs holding Danny's last shred of clothing and pulled it from his body. He knelt between Danny's legs and licked the precum from inside of the thin leather before handing it to another guest to pass around. The circle of watchers had tightened and they were a mere arms length away now. Danny pulled his knees back and spread them widely at the strong hands urging them apart. His back arched and he sighed lightly as the wet tip of Jose's tongue drifted from the far back of his crack to the dripping tip of his aching cock with one long slow sweep. Jose swirled around the head and sucked slowly back down again, nibbling with his lips this time. He paused between the rounded cheeks and pushed his tongue deeply into the eager hole. More than one guest moaned. Horace urged Kevin forward to stand behind Jose and placed his hands on Jose's ass. Kevin began to stroke it as Jose devoured Danny's writhing ass. Horace smiled. "Happy birthday, Kev. Enjoy." Jose pulled free of Danny's well-slobbered ass and looked over his shoulder. Danny also opened his eyes and looked at the man behind Jose. "Happy birthday, sir,"they chorused. Kevin smiled. The audience laughed briefly, although a bit raggedly. Then Jose slid gracefully from Danny's body and hugged Kevin from behind. Danny licked his lips slowly and met the man's eyes. "Fuck me, please, Sir. He got me ready for you. Hot and wet." He wiggled his hips, keeping his legs as wide apart as he could. Kevin looked startled for a second, then eager. Jose began to undress the guest of honor, running his hands all over his body, touching, stroking, probing. Jose tore open a condom packet with his teeth and made a big show of rolling it in his mouth until it was nice and wet. Poking his tongue in it, then kneeling gracefully before the eagerly watching guest. Slowly he rolled it on to the erect cock with his lips and tongue. He never took his eyes from Kevin's ecstatic face. After it was on, he licked with an open mouth all over the cock. His tongue reaching out of his mouth to sweep across the hard meat. Danny recognized the sound of Emil's moan. Emil adored that little trick. Everyone has a sensitive spot, something that really turns them on. Having a condom licked on was Emil's. He had demurred about fucking Jose and Carlos until Jose had started playing with the condom while kneeling in front of him. Danny had stood behind him, rubbing gently against his ass, reaching around to stroke his cock. Emil had sagged back against him and just watched with fascination as Jose had slowly mouthed it on to him. Carlos had mounted Jose from behind while Emil watched. Emil had succumbed quickly and had not regretted a moment of the very long night before Carlos left on leave. Danny glanced to the side of the table as he pumped his hips suggestively before Kevin, and smothered a grin quickly. Joe was standing behind Emil, arms around his partner. One hand under his loosened shirt, the other in the unzipped trousers, obviously jacking. Joe had a satisfied look on his face. Emil was totally oblivious, engrossed in the action on the table. Joe had wanted Emil for quite a while, but Emil was not usually open to that type of suggestion from anyone but Danny, and occasionally Jose, if Danny was there also. Obviously, he was not objecting right now, and Joe was eagerly taking advantage of his arousal. Kevin ran his hands up the insides of Danny's thighs, focusing the young man's attention back to the guest. As the aroused man prepared to climb naked on to the table, Kevin said huskily, "If I blow out the candle, do I get my wish?" Horace laughed. "Blow any candle you want, Kev. It's your night." The man grinned and expertly swallowed Danny to the balls. As Kevin's expertise rapidly had Danny gasping in delight, Jose moved behind the birthday boy and began to lick everything he could. As Jose probed the ass with his tongue, the man briefly pulled free of Danny and said over his shoulder. "Find something bigger to use back there. Something nice and big and hard." Jose grinned. He could do that. No problemo. He grabbed a condom from the recess in the table and without any further preparation, pushed into Kevin's body. Obviously the guy was more than ready, because with only a slight gasp, he sucked Jose's cock in easily. Jose started to plow him. The other guest moved in closer. The lights dimmed. Hands began to touch. Clothing piled up on chairs. Bodies rubbed against the three on the table and on each other. Someone unfastened Danny's hands and used them. Danny recognized Emil's balls (and the cock ring that Danny had given him) under his fingers and smiled around the cock in his mouth. Horace really knew how to have a party. After most of the guests had collapsed, Jose, Danny, and Emil slipped away for their own party. Jose grinned. He had some ideas he wanted to try out on the other two. And Emil still blushed so delightfully. The handsome young guard laughed to himself remembering the chewing out James had given him for putting the kidnapped cop in the wrong room that first night. He had taken one look at the gorgeous Nordic iceman and decided that either he got him or Danny did. Forget the used whore Horace had hired. Fresh meat was so much better. And it had worked out beautifully. Danny and Emil adored each other and Jose got both of them. Perfect. Now if only Danny's friend Carlos would come back. There was one hot body and Jose loved foursomes. Jose shook his head and concentrated on the bodies under him. Carlos was overseas with the Army and wouldn't be back for a year now. And Danny was squirming beneath the other two in a way that demanded attention immediately. He opened his mouth and dove down on his friend. 'Hey, what else are friends for? Fuck them if they can take a poke.' He misquoted one of his favorite expressions. ***

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Date: 2 Mar 2001 16:47:51 -0000 From: Mikey Subject: Danny - 10 Author's Note: Hey, you found this story on the ES gay - site, so you ought to know that it contains graphic male-male sex. I hope that it also has a story you will like. If you aren't supposed to read this stuff, please don't. Fantasies don't need protection. Real life does. Play it safe. Otherwise, Enjoy. Mikey@maileditor.com *** Danny - 10: A rookie cop wakes to find himself handcuffed to the man who introduced him to light bondage the night before. He couldn't believe what was handcuffed to what. Now how would he react? Emil wakes up: The young rookie cop slowly woke up. 'What a nightmare,' he thought. He could feel the warmth of a naked body curled into his and smiled. He must have found a girl at the bar. God knows he had gone for too long a time without anyone. 'I must have been drunker than I thought, because I don't remember picking her up at all.' He opened his eyes and smiled down into the crystal gray eyes and thick black lashes of the ... boy? He jerked up straight in shock and felt a sudden surge of pain in his balls and ass. "Oww!" The young man smiled gently and reached up to cup his cheek in one warm hand. "Good morning, Emil," he said softly. 'Danny. His name is Danny. God, I must have been really, really drunk.' The incredulous thought occurred. Emil froze as memories of the night before flooded back to him. He glanced down their entwined bodies and blushed vividly when he saw the handcuffs running from one set of balls to the other. He closed his eyes tightly and very hesitantly reached behind himself, only to snatch back his hand with a muffled sob as it brushed the nightstick in his asshole. He could not believe what he had done last night. Danny stroked his cheek and leaned forward to lick gently along his lower lip. Emil flinched. Danny spoke with light laughter in his voice, inviting Emil to share the joke. "Emil, it would be nice if you either give me the keys to the cuffs, or get up and come with me. But we can't stay in bed much longer, as much as I'd like to. I'm really not into pissing on myself." "I have the keys?" The cop's eyes flew open. 'If I have the keys, why am I cuffed to this guy? I really don't want to think about the answer to that.' Even the light movements of Danny's lithe body against his were rapidly wakening part of his anatomy. His mind might be quailing, but other parts of his body were enthusiastic. Danny grinned and silently pointed to the post on the corner of the bed. With his longer arms, Emil was just able to reach the strap of the keys. There was no way Danny could reach it without castrating one or both of them. Emil didn't want to think about that either. He just unfastened the cuffs and echoed the other man's sigh of relief. They both rubbed their abused testicles. Danny said ruefully, "That was fun, but next time we need to take them off before we go to sleep. I almost did something really bad to us when I tried to roll over last night." Emil flinched, 'Next time? I'm still not sure what happened 'last' time. And I don't think I really want to know.' Danny slid down the bed and, kneeling between Emil's legs, grasped his knees and bent them up and out, exposing his filled ass. Emil flushed and did not look as Danny reached for the nightstick. Danny was very casual in his familiarity with Emil's butt. If what he remembered was true, Danny knew every millimeter intimately. Danny slid the black stick gently back and forth a few times and smiled at the involuntary moan of mixed pain and pleasure, then pulled it out. Emil was probably much too sore today, after losing his cherry all night long, to have any fun right now. A hot bath would make him feel much better. Then a nice long workout with the other guards. Danny frowned slightly, 'I better warn Jose. I don't think Emil's up to his idea of a workout yet. Maybe later when he feels better.' Danny had been working as a guard as well as Horace's plaything for more than a year now. He had spent so much time with the other guards, that Horace had decided to hire him to fill a vacancy when one of the temporary guards he had hired did not work out. He was very happy with that arrangement. He liked being a guard much more than he had a whore. Although, he probably spent more time in bed with the boss now than he ever had with his customers from the streets. 'It gives the words 'guard mount' a whole new meaning,' he chuckled to himself. He swung out of bed and held out a hand for the other man. 'Emil's a little shy right now. But I'll take care of that. Last night was too special to let something irrelevant like previous sexual preferences to interfere. He will come around soon enough. Or just come enough, if that's what it takes. No problemo, as Jose says.' Emil accepted the help gratefully. 'I can't take my confusion out on Danny. It's not fair. He kind of has reason to think I want his attention. Especially since I'm the one who woke him up the last time, sucking his dick, then cuffing us together, and humping him 'til we both came. If I remember correctly, and I rather suspect that I do.' He yawned and stretched. Oh, he was still tired. And there were some very sore places on his body. He stumbled after the other young man towards the bathroom. Emil slammed to a halt, his breath catching in shock as he saw Danny peeing. The young man's back and ass were striped with welts and fairly fresh bruises, laid over the shadows of older marks. At Emil's sudden hiss, Danny looked over his shoulder and grinned. "What do you say to a warm shower, then a workout in the gym?" he asked cheerfully. The cop rose in Emil, pushing aside the lover for a moment. "What happened to your back?" he asked sharply. Danny shrugged and met his outraged look with slighted hooded eyes. "Nothing that concerns you. Don't worry about it," he answered in a warning tone. 'Leave it alone, Emil. Nothing's going to change that.' Danny had forgotten how people tended to react to marks like that. The other guards had learned long ago to turn their eyes and pretend they didn't see anything. Jose hated it enough that he would not sleep with Danny for a day or so after the boss punished him. Carlos had been furious and only the presence of James and Jose prevented him from storming out and confronting Horace. Danny accepted their concern, but it was his body. And he had grown to enjoy the pain along with the pleasure. Sometimes. Not always, but usually. Emil frowned and started to continue, but Danny reached an arm around his neck and pulled his face down with a surprisingly strong grip. "Hush, Emil. Don't spoil it now," he murmured as he began to kiss the other persuasively. Emil resisted for a moment, then sighed, and pulled Danny close to his big body. Rubbing chest-to-chest and groin-to-groin, the two young men kissed deeply and lingeringly. When they came up for air, Emil leaned his forehead against Danny's and said softly, "Okay. I won't interfere. But I don't like it." Danny patted his butt and told him, "I understand. Now how about that shower? I have to get to work soon." Emil started, then realized that he was off today. He grinned. "Sounds good to me. Um, Danny? Where do you work? And where are we?" He blushed furiously as he asked the questions that had been boiling in his mind since he woke up with the other man. Danny stopped and looked at him in surprise. "We're at Mr. Horace's estate. I'm a guard here. But you already knew that from when he hired you. Didn't you ask anything before you agreed?" 'Hired? Agreed? What is Danny talking about?' Emil shook his head and gazed at the other young man in confusion. "The last thing I remember is getting a drink at the bar while I waited for Joe. Then there were these big guys tying me to the bed and you came in a while later." Danny stared at him open mouthed. "You're not an actor? Where'd you get the costume?" "What costume?" "You know. The police outfit. It looked so real." "Danny, it is real. That's my uniform." Emil watched in confusion as Danny paled, then squeaked, "You're a cop?" "Of course, what do you think I was doing with the uniform on?" Danny stared at him speechlessly. He stared back. 'What is going on here?' They both wondered. A soft chuckle from the doorway brought both young men spinning around. Jose leaned against the frame, indolently studying Emil's hard, naked body with obvious appreciation. Emil flushed, then his eyes sharpened as he recognized one of the men who had tied him to the bed the other day. He clenched his fists and took a step forward. Jose grinned widely, "Morning, amigos. You like my little gift, Danny? Hmmm, I guess little is not the right word at all, now is it?" he asked suggestively, licking his lips while staring at Emil's cock. 'Blonds blush so nicely.' Danny frowned. "Jose, I thought Mr. Horace hired Emil for my birthday. What are you talking about?" Jose waved a languid hand in the air, still keeping an alert eye on the rapidly reddening cop. The young guard looked lazy, but could move like lightning if he needed to. 'I might be very glad of my black belt if the rookie there decides to go ballistic.' "Si, Si. He hired some whore for you, but the guy was hopeless. And we had this luscious piece of meat all trussed up and ready for his lesson. I figured that if you didn't want him, then I would take care of him. Nice boys share their presents, Danny," he said hopefully. Emil started to lunge towards his tormenter, but Danny somehow got between them. He stopped as he slammed into Danny's back. The young man frowned at his friend. "Jose, stop teasing him. What do you mean, you had him all trussed up? Why was he tied to my bed, if not for me?" Jose actually flushed slightly, "Umm, I think I hear James calling me. I'll see you at the gym in a while. Adios." He darted out of the room. Emil and Danny stared after him, then looked at each other, and shrugged. "I don't know, Emil. I guess we could chase him down and find out what's going on right now, if you want to." Danny tried to keep the disappointment out of his face and voice. Emil shook his head slowly, "No. We will find out soon enough. Nothing is going to change last night. Now, you were talking about a hot shower?" He raised Danny's chin in time to see the beautiful smile spread across his face in relief. 'I'll find out what the fuck-up was and deal with what ever needs to be done. But I can't believe Danny knew anything about my kidnapping. He was too surprised. I just want a little longer with him before we have to face the world again.' He lowered his mouth to the curved lips waiting for him. *** Emil stared at his partner in disbelief. "You did What?" he demanded. "Why?" Joe had the grace to look embarrassed, but he shrugged and met his partner's outraged look. "I was getting tired of all your snide comments about fags. All I wanted to do was teach you a little tolerance. It just went further than I thought it would." "I can't fucking believe you set me up like that," Emil sputtered. Joe rolled his eyes. "Hey. Calm down, Emil. You enjoyed it. You wouldn't have met Danny if not for what I did. You should thank me for what happened." Emil just glared at him. "That's not the point." Joe smiled. Emil flushed. He snapped, "Oh all right. So I like Danny. You still set me up." Joe grinned, "Oh yeah. And you got a wonderful night and a new friend out of it. Play your cards right and Danny will warm your bed quite enthusiastically. He's rather energetic." Emil rolled his eyes. "I noticed." Joe punched him on the shoulder. "Hey. I never got to fuck him." Emil glared, "And you better not. He's mine. You keep your paws off of him." Joe raised a brow. "Don't get possessive, Emil. Danny won't like it. He's not going to leave Horace or his other friends just for you." Emil looked down at the ground and sighed, "Hey Joe. I'm still new to this stuff. I just hope he wants to see me again." Joe frowned suddenly. "Emil, did you and Danny talk at all about his past? "No, not really. Just that he came to work for Mr. Horace a year or so ago. I gather he sleeps with that Jose character and one of the others also." Emil shrugged. Joe looked away, then met his partner's worried eyes. "You better talk to him before you get too wound up in each other. Danny's been through some rough times. There's a few things you ought to know before you get too involved." Emil frowned, "Like what? I know he's into some rough stuff. I saw his back. But he won't answer my questions about it." Joe just shook his head. "Ask him where he used to live before. And what he did. Then decide. I don't want to say anything more. But make sure you talk to him before you get an ugly surprise." *** Emil swore as he reached for the wrench that was just out of his grasp. A hand picked it up and handed it to him. He wiped the sweat out of his eyes with the back of one arm and finished tightening the filter. "There. All done." He slid out from under his car and stood, wiping greasy hands on an old rag. Danny lounged against the side of the garage. Emil smiled in surprise and pleasure. "Hey Danny, how did you find me?" Danny just shrugged. "Phone book." He scuffed at the drive with one running shoe. By the looks of him, he had been out jogging. He wore a pair of silky running shorts and a cropped sleeveless t-shirt. A bandanna around his head as a sweatband made him look like one of the punks that hung around the park. But he was cute. His toned body filled out the brief clothes in a way that suddenly made Emil's mouth water and his sweats tent out. "Want something to drink?" Emil asked, hoping Danny would agree to come inside. Hoping he might agree to other things as well. Emil sniffed and sighed to himself. 'Maybe after a shower. I'm a bit strong after mowing the lawn and then working on the car.' Danny nodded. "Yeah." He trailed after Emil into the small apartment. It was plainly decorated, but neat and clean. Emil got some of the lemonade he had made earlier and poured it into the plastic cups left over from a festival last month. Danny gulped his down, then shifted uneasily under Emil's curious gaze. "Emil, the reason I came was to talk to you. To explain." He looked down at the floor. Emil smiled. "It's okay, Danny. Joe told me that he set me up. It wasn't your fault. And I ended up enjoying everything. Although, it's probably a good thing you didn't take the gag out until you did." Danny reddened. "No, not about the other night. About me." Emil raised a brow. "You're gay. I guessed that about the time you started playing with my cock. I was pretty positive when you sat on my cock and fucked your ass with it." Danny flushed, but grinned. He opened his mouth, but Emil just ignored him and continued, "You're sleeping with that other guy, Jose, at least. And you won't tell me what happened to mark your back like that. But I recognize a beating when I see it. I figure you're into some rough stuff, some bondage sex. Since I was all tied up and you assumed I was for you, that was pretty obvious, too." Danny nodded, setting his cup down carefully, then blurted out, "You're gonna find out. I mean, my record's probably still down at the station, and a lot of the cops know me. Hell, your partner even took me in a time or two." He paused, looking at the floor, then raising an unhappy face to meet Emil's curious gaze. "I used to be on the street, Emil. Before Mr. Horace hired me." Emil shook his head. "I don't understand, Danny. You were what, a punk, a thief? Part of a gang?" Danny swallowed and said softly, "No. I was a whore." Emil froze. He had not expected that. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat and turned away. Danny continued softly, "I'm not anymore. Mr. Horace stopped that when I came to him. But I belong to him now. However he wants; and whoever he wants. I just wanted to tell you myself. Before someone else did." Emil clenched his fists and spun around, his blue eyes icy. He spat out, "So I was just a job, just a trick your pimp wanted fucked?" Danny shook his head frantically. "No. Not that. He's not my pimp. He doesn't sell me. Just fucks me. I thought you were a present from him for my birthday." Emil glared at the distressed young man. "Get out! I don't ever want to see you around me again. Just forget everything that happened." He turned away and stared at the sink until he heard the door close quietly behind him. His hands clenched on the counter. He tilted back his head and drew a deep breath. He wasn't upset. It didn't mean anything. And he certainly wasn't crying over a punk whore that used him. He angrily brushed his cheeks, but they were still wet. *** "Horace, I think you need to see to Danny." James met the boss at the door with a worried look. "Why, what's up?" "I'm not sure. But I think it has something to do with the rookie from the other night. Danny went out for a jog and came back a little while ago, really upset. He's in the back bedroom. He got into his leathers." Horace raised an eyebrow. "Oh. You're right. I better check on him. I know I didn't ask for him tonight." James shook his head. "You want me to come with you?" Horace thought for a moment. "Yes. It would probably be a good idea. If he wants to get worn out, it's going to take both of us. I'm not as young as I used to be. And if he's in leather, Jose isn't going to want to get as rough as he wants." James nodded. "That's what I thought." They walked together to the back bedroom where Horace usually took Danny. The bed was extra sturdy and had straps in strategic locations. They paused for a moment and looked through the cameras into the room. Danny was curled up on the floor beside the bed. He wore the leather leggings and chest straps, without the g-string. There were leather cuffs on his wrists and his black collar with the studs was around his neck. He had wrapped Horace's strap around his wrists, tying them together. He had fastened one of the clips to a reddened nipple and the other wire trailed between his legs. He shook lightly and bit his lip occasionally as the light on the shocker flashed. But even then, he did not move. He was watching the doorway steadily, patiently, waiting. They looked at each other and shook their heads. Danny was obviously upset if he was punishing himself, and not even enjoying it the way he usually did. Harold stepped into the room and Danny started. He looked up at his master with a bruised expression of dumb misery on his face. His eyes were dry, but wounded. Danny's expression did not change as he saw James walk in behind Horace. Horace started to undress. James just lifted Danny and pushed him on to the bed, unwrapping the leather strap from his wrists. He removed the shocker clips and dropped them to the floor. He stroked Danny's tense body familiarly. Horace sat on the bed on the other side. James quickly shed his clothing. Both men lay down, pressing Danny between them. Slowly their hands roamed over the upset young man. Gradually he began to relax under their familiar touches. James cupped his balls and began to gently slide his hand up and down the soft shaft. Slowly it hardened. Horace pulled his face into a deep, rough kiss, that left both of them gasping for air. James lifted his arms over his head and fastened the cuffs to a strap at the head of the bed. He rolled Danny over on top of his body and began to rub cock to cock. Horace knelt behind them and grasped Danny's ass, pulling the cheeks apart. He probed for a second with his huge cock, then suddenly pushed into Danny's body. Danny's back arched and he gasped with pain at the sudden invasion. Then he began to squirm as Horace slowly drew out. James bent his legs at the knees and pulled Danny's erection down to his ass. Eagerly, the boy shoved his cock deep into the warm opening. As Horace slammed into Danny's body, he pushed Danny deep into James. They rocked back and forth until a light sheen of sweat beaded the boy's face. Horace paused, allowing James to pump Danny on to them with his hip movements. He reached for the leather strap and folded it over. Suddenly he brought it down on Danny's back. Danny moaned and writhed, but made no attempt to escape the stinging blows. James felt the young man's cock swell and pump with each blow. He grabbed Danny's face and began to eat his mouth. Danny responded eagerly. Horace interspersed the beating with deep thrusts of his huge cock. Stretching Danny's ass, flailing his back. Danny pushed into James' hard body desperately. Suddenly, his back arched and he moaned into James' mouth. The big guard felt the hot spurt of Danny's cum into his bowels. The pulsing of the cock inside him against his prostate. He clenched his ass and resisted the urge to cum also. Danny sagged lightly on to his hard body, panting with his effort. His face was still glazed and he did not look ready to stop at all. James pulled out from underneath him and yanked him up to his hands and knees. James rubbed his aching cock against the soft pretty mouth and the boy opened eagerly. James pushed into the warm wet mouth and down Danny's throat. Pulling out, he felt the rush of air as Danny gasped for breath. Then the rough swirl of tongue and lips as the young man sucked on his hard cock head. Again he shoved down into the tight throat. Horace rocked Danny back and forth, impaling him onto James' hard cock with every deep thrust. He dropped a hand between Danny's legs and found the semi-erect cock, still slick from cumming inside James. He began to slid his hand roughly back and forth. Stopping to squeeze the balls, then yanking on the shaft again as he felt Danny clench his ass and stifle a moan of pain. James groaned and came. Danny tried to lurch off of him, but the big man just laced his fingers in the boy's hair and held him, spurting deep into his mouth until he felt Danny begin to swallow. Reluctantly at first, then eagerly licking and nuzzling for the last taste. He pulled out of Danny's mouth and pulled him up by the hair to plunder his mouth and share the taste of his cum. Danny moaned deep in his throat and leaned into the deep plunging kiss. Horace continued to slam into his ass. He grabbed Danny's hips and thrust as hard as he could. James reached between their legs and grabbed both sets of balls, mashing and squeezing them painfully. Danny cried out softly, through gritted teeth. Horace grunted and Danny felt the hot spurt of his release inside his bowels. Horace pulled free quickly and rolled Danny over. He knelt over the young man's face and pushed the wet, dripping cock into his mouth. Danny opened eagerly and began to lick and suck it. James knelt between Danny's legs and began to suck his cock. Quickly, Danny was hard again. Two huge fingers shoved roughly into his stretched ass and began to rub. Danny sucked harder on the cock in his mouth. His hips began to pump against the fingers. He grabbed Horace's thighs and squeezed as he sucked the thick juicy cock. His silent panting increased. His back arched. He wrapped his legs around James' neck and tried to shove his cock deeper into the wet sucking mouth. James swallowed until he felt the warm salty cum sliding down his throat. After he came again, James mounted him and began to fuck him slow, deep, and hard. Between the two men, they kept Danny aroused and fucking most of the night. All three were exhausted by the time Danny relaxed enough to cry silently as James held and stroked him. Horace kissed him deeply, getting a soft satisfied sigh in return. Danny looked up with tear-filled eyes. "Thank you, sir. I'm sorry. I just needed to hurt as badly outside as I did inside." Horace patted him and groaned softly. "It's okay, Danny. I do love you, you know." Danny smiled sadly, "I know. I was just upset. I forgot how some people react to me being a whore. I got kind of spoiled by the way everyone here accepts me and what I used to be. He said he never wants to see me again. I didn't think he'd be that way." James pulled him closer as Horace petted the boy's hair. "We like you just the way you are, Danny. No one else matters." Horace kissed him again and left him to snuggle into James' warm embrace. *** A few days later, James, Jose, and Danny were at their usual bar. Jose had unbent enough in the face of Danny's unhappiness to play with his friend, despite the still vivid marks from the long bondage session. As long as Danny kept a t-shirt on so that he could not see the bruises. Danny watched from the bar as James and Jose challenged another pair to pool. As usual, Jose was flirting. The other couple was amused. Suddenly there was a silence in the bar, spreading from the doorway. Danny looked up to see what was going on. A tall man in a police uniform stepped into the bar, ignoring the stares. Cops weren't overly welcome in this bar. He glanced around the room, quickly finding the person he was looking for. He strode authoritatively into the bar and stopped in front of Danny. Removing the mirror shades, he ran a hand through the short-cropped white hair. Danny stared at him impassively. Jose frowned and started forward angrily. James stopped him, but they both stepped closer, ready to defend their friend, if necessary. It wasn't. Emil met Danny's blank stare and winced. Then he said, "Danny. I'm sorry. I was an ass. I didn't really mean what I said. I was just trying to hurt you because I was upset. Will you forgive me?" Danny looked up at him, emotions flashing through his face: hurt, and hope. He said softly, "It's true, you know. I can't change what I was. And most of the people here know it. Some of them have had me. Bear fucked me on that pool table right there in front of the whole bar. They made bets on how long he could keep it up. I used to go behind the bar and suck off Rodrigo, the tender, cause he'd feed me dinner after. They know I was a whore." Emil flinched, but shook his head violently, "I don't care. Well, yes I do, but it doesn't matter anymore. These last few days I've done nothing but think about you and me. It took me a while, but I decided it didn't matter what you did. It's what you are now that counts. Will you forgive me?" Danny smiled tremulously and nodded, biting his lip. Emil grinned. "Hey, act like you mean it," he said suggestively. Danny looked uncertain. Emil grabbed his chin and latched on to Danny's soft mouth. Danny sighed and wrapped his arms around the taut uniformed body, leaning into the kiss. The bar relaxed. Someone whistled. Someone laughed. Emil grabbed the rounded ass and pulled Danny's lithe figure against his body, holding him tightly. They rubbed crotch to crotch as they devoured each other's faces. Jose snorted in disgust and snuck a quick grope at the man trying to shoot. Both men gave up on the pool and pinned him to the wall, taking turns feeling him and kissing him. Jose was delighted with the attention. James cleaned up the remaining balls on the table. Danny and Emil were oblivious to everyone else. -----

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Chapter Two Notice: The following account depicts homosexual acts between consenting persons and is intended for mature readers only. Exercise your own judgment, in consultation with the appropriate laws and moral standards of your community, in deciding whether or not to read this work. While this story depicts significant events in the lives of certain individuals, readers are cautioned not to assume that their experiences are in any way representative of those of most homosexuals. Any connection between persons named herein and real persons, living or dead, is vigorously denied. Comments may be sent to paulsgoodboy@hotmail.com. This story may not be copied or distributed without the express written consent of the author. Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved. Chapter Two. Power Beyond Control A surprise gift, a wish fulfilled. So for the next year, my longing for Paul grew and grew. I watched him play ball over that summer, and in the fall, since he was now in high school with Matt and me, I could watch him in the halls or the cafeteria at school. One time, I even saw Paul from a distance in a swimming suit when our gym classes were both using the school's swimming pool at the same time. I nearly fainted while watching him walk along the pool deck, the water dripping from his beautiful body, the matted trails of hair curving down the backs of his thighs, his calves, the center of his rippled abdomen. Other times, I would see Paul when I was with Matt, but Paul had his own friends over more and more, so he began to completely ignore Matt and me, which was good because then I could steal furtive glances at him whenever Matt wasn't looking. But sometimes, like when Matt and I rented a movie, Paul would watch it with us, and I'd have to take care to watch the TV and not Paul, particularly lest Matt begin to suspect that I was lusting after his brother while watching him mature to full manhood. Paul was very funny when his voice started to crack, but over the months he developed a deep baritone, the perfect complement to his manly body. His facial hair filled in, and his muscles grew even more defined. And Paul grew to be an inch taller than Matt and about two inches taller than me. Actually, he looked nothing like Matt. It's weird, but if you didn't know their family, you'd swear Matt and Paul had different parents. I guess Paul was just one of a kind in many ways. Like the summer before, I never experienced sexual release of any kind. I don't know why, but in all my life I've never had a wet dream, and at that point, I still hadn't learned how to jack off. I guess that because I was gay, I developed a kind of psychological block toward my own sexual desire. So I kind of developed a nervous twitch, and I got an ulcer in my stomach, which wasn't properly diagnosed until a few years later, and whenever I was around a really good looking guy, especially Paul, I completely lost the power of speech. I didn't have a stutter or anything, it's just that my mind went completely blank and try as I might, I couldn't think of something to say. Being friends with Matt was the only thing that kept me from completely becoming a shy loner. But one thing going right for me physically was that I didn't cry so much anymore, as I'd learned to control my emotional reactions to things, though sometimes at the end of the day I'd break out into great heaving sobs before I went to sleep. The stress of life was just too much for me. After that childhood summer with Luke, I had no sexual experiences until the summer following my junior year. Of all days, it was on my birthday. Growing up, birthdays were always kind of special for me, because my mom always tried to put on a good party, with a big cake and games and friends sleeping over. She worked a lot, and although she couldn't spend a lot of time with me, mom really did love me. She did everything she could to see that I was happy, or at least as happy as a fuck-up like me could be, and she never seemed disappointed that I was a pussy about so many things and that I never quite measured up to the high standards set by guys like Matt and Paul. Years after all this, when she finally learned that I really am a fag (it eventually came up because it became clear to her that I wasn't going to be a priest and I wasn't even trying to get married) she took it much better than I thought she would. I know she thinks it's wrong and that I'm not right with God, but she didn't disown me or tell me how disappointed she is with me. I think that she partly blames herself because I didn't have a regular family life growing up, and I never had a dad around to teach me how to be "normal." Even things like how to shave and knot a necktie I learned from Matt. I think mom thinks I fell in love with Matt, which I didn't, though I loved him very much. But since we spent so much time together, I think she figures I turned into a fag because I didn't know any better. The truth is, I was a fag from the beginning, my friendship with Matt ended disastrously (mom never knew the real reason why), and I was in love with Paul. But maybe "love" is the wrong term for this part of the story, because during the first three years of high school, I loved Paul's body more than anything else. I hadn't yet begun to desire his companionship the way I do now, and he certainly didn't desire mine. Anyway, this particular night was my seventeenth birthday party, and mom really did a great job of putting it on. She had decorations and a really big cake and enough pizzas for everybody, and although she got on well with my friends and it would have been fine for her to stick around, she left us all alone after a few hours once the party got going and let us turn up the stereo really loud. I remember it all very well because it was the first, and only, really big party at my house. Most of the people there were friends from Catholic school days, so it wasn't like my party could compete with the sort of thing public school kids were used to, but some of my new friends from high school were there, and everyone had a good time. I say "my" friends, but a lot of the people there were friends with me because they were friends with Matt. My mom didn't know the whole high school crowd, so she put Matt in charge of invitations, and he did a good job of it. I was really surprised by the number of people who showed up. Most of them were guys, because most of the people I knew were guys, though there were many girls, too, especially the ones Matt had a thing for. Paul was not on the list, of course, but you couldn't expect Matt to invite his younger brother. I thought it was a good thing because I couldn't handle this young stud walking around in my own house the whole night. Famous last words, as they say. Earlier in the day, Matt gave me his birthday present. It was a Friday, and Matt had a game to play at five (I took the day off from my announcing job at the ballpark), so he called me on the phone about two and told me to come over. I ran across the street and let myself in (I had a key to the house) and went upstairs to his room. The door was closed, which was unusual, but unlocked, so I walked right in. As soon as I did, Matt said, "Lock the door." "Why, what's up?" I asked. "You'll see in a sec. Just lock the door." I did, and then Matt reached under his bed and pulled out my present, all wrapped up with a bow and everything. Matt had wrapped it himself, so it was kind of sloppy, but I was really touched by his gift. Matt held it out to me with a "bad boy" grin on his face. I took it from him and felt it. Heavy and metallic. "You got me a six pack of Coke?" I asked, feeling the cans inside the wrapping paper. "No, you idiot, just open it," Matt said with a kind of playful impatience. "It's beer!" I yelled, tearing off the paper. Wow, what a gift. Matt had given me my own six-pack of beer! Despite myself, I reached out and gave him a big hug. "That's so cool!" I said, yelling again. "Shhh. I don't want Paul to hear you," Matt said. And then, "Okay, okay, I didn't expect you to make love to me or anything." I realized that I was still hugging him and turned bright red. I let him go, and then he said, "It's okay, man, I just thought we could have our own little celebration here before the party after the game tonight." "How did you get this?" I asked. "I talked this guy I know at the ball park who's twenty-one into buying it for me, and he even said he could get me a fake ID sometime, too." I was naive enough not to know what that was, so Matt explained it to me. "That's so cool," I said, "maybe I could get one, too." "No, you definitely don't look old enough," he said, which was true, but his comment kind of hurt my feelings. Then he said, "But if I get one, I'll just buy all the beer for us." I perked up at that. "So let's drink one," I said. There are some moments in your life that you definitely don't want to forget. I guess having a first beer is kind of a milestone in a boy's life, one of the big ones. All I know is that it was a big one for me, because it was, at least in the place I grew up, a defining step toward manhood. Sharing the experience with Matt was even more spectacular, because talking and laughing together, we reaffirmed each other's maturity and independence—even if we didn't know what those terms really mean. Thinking back on that moment, I wonder why I didn't fall in love with Matt. Even now it seems like a mystery to me. He was such a good friend and treated me like an equal in so many ways, though clearly I was not. You'd think I'd fall head over heels for him. But I didn't. Maybe it's because Matt was not gay. Maybe it's because I was too ashamed of myself. But maybe it's because, as I guess time would show, each of us, even though we didn't know it, needed to be loved in different ways. In ways neither one of us quite knew how. So I ended up having my first beer with Matt, my best friend. He had bought regular Bud, because that's what we had seen the older guys drink, and it was warm since he couldn't exactly store it in his mother's refrigerator. We ended up drinking two, actually, over the next two hours. We decided to share them one at a time because we didn't know how drunk we'd get. Aside from tiny sips of unconsecrated communion wine we stole as altar boys, Matt and I had never had any alcohol. The experience and knowledge of alcohol was one of those things that made you "cool," of course, so Matt had been trying to score some beer ever since we started high school. At four, Matt had to dress out for the game. He stashed the remaining four beers under his bed, and said, "You know where they are, so you can come over and drink them anytime you want." Matt was so cool like that. He would come over to my room or let me go into his anytime of day or night. There was virtually nothing either one of us did that the other couldn't be there with him. Except for the obvious secrets I was hiding, it was the most open friendship I've ever had. If Matt had asked me, I would have followed him anywhere. I was very buzzed, so I just lay down on Matt's bed while he got dressed. Matt seemed not to be as affected by the beer as I was, but I think he took smaller sips in order to let me have more. It was my present, after all. When he left about four-thirty, he told me happy birthday again and said that since they were playing at the one city park with locker rooms, he and the other guys on his team who were coming could shower there and drive straight to the party after the game. Wow, baseball jocks at my birthday party. That was a present in itself! Over the next half hour, I lay on Matt's bed and fell asleep pressing my face into his pillow. Matt's scent didn't really excite me, but it made me feel wonderful, like I was basking in the personal acceptance his friendship gave me. For years I was Matt's student, pupil, protégé, apprentice—I don't know what you'd call it. Maybe "little brother" is a good term, because I filled that role in Matt's life much more than Paul did. At least it seemed that way. Sleeping on Matt's bed was like curling up in the warm center of his bosom. Maybe it was just the alcohol coursing through my brain, but as I slipped into unconsciousness, I felt like I was already dreaming. After I had been asleep for a bit, I was awakened by the sound of someone in the room. I was sleeping on my back, and I opened my eyes and sat up with a start, propping myself up with my arms. Holy shit, it was Paul, wearing nothing but a jock strap! He was going through Matt's sock drawer. My mouth dropped open, my eyes went wide, and I gasped loudly. Then I literally stopped breathing. I was paralyzed with a sudden rush of shock, desire, and fear. I drank in his nearly naked body with my eyes, the wild hunger of my lust feasting on the images entering my mind. How many times had I imagined what was now before me! Paul's basket was beautiful, and I could clearly see the outline of his thick cock, the head jutting out just past the full, supple roundness of his balls. His long, solid, naked legs, evenly covered from ankle to inner thigh by blond hairs, his thick sturdy knees, his angular calves, his long slender feet. His dark blond bush rising to surround his navel. His taut abs, his smoothly toned arms, also covered in blond hairs. His rigid pecs, each smooth and beautiful and tipped with a dark medallion-like nipple. The hair pushing out from his armpits, and the solid, round bulk of his shoulders. His square jaw, dusted by a two-day's growth. His thin lips, straight nose and brow. His eyes, dark and blue. Truly a sight I had dreamed of but never seen. There he was—God help me—appearing without warning, like a revelation of young manhood. Paul, in all his intense teen glory, a vision of youthful masculinity, communicating nothing but durable vigor and hard beauty. Paul heard me gasp, and I startled him because he hadn't seen me on the bed when he came in. "Sorry man," he said, "I have a game and I think my socks got mixed in with Matt's," which was not unusual because though they played for different teams, the stripes on their uniforms were very similar. And Paul did have a five-thirty game on a different field than Matt's. Still, his presence perplexed my alcohol- and sleep-clouded brain, and the issue of lost socks versus his near-nakedness in front of me did not quite compute. All of this hit me at once after suddenly waking from a fairly deep sleep. My body's reaction was one I should have expected. I threw a rod. This was no ordinary "hi, how are you" kind of boner: I was zero to superman in a single bound. I'd never had so painful and so hard an erection. I could have punched through a two-by-four as cleanly as a nail fired from a roofer's gun. And it hurt, too, from the tip clear to the root, in that way, if you know it, that only the word "exquisite" can describe. And my whole body felt something. A need, I guess. The kind of ache that just longs for the firm, guiding, electric touch of another's hand. Paul had just pulled his socks from Matt's drawer when he saw the steel pole tenting my tan shorts. "Dude," he said, "I'm... I'm sorry... I... I... shit…," and his voice trailed off. I still could not breathe and didn't say anything. I was completely overcome by my desire for Paul as waves of erotic energy rushed through me, from the center of my gut clear down to my feet. My arms suddenly got weak and started to collapse under me. A cold patina of sweat covered my face, and precum made a dark dot about the size of a nickel at the summit of Mt. Wood. Paul was taken aback by what was happening in front of him, and he just stood there staring for several seconds, lost in his own sense of surprise. My body told him what my lips never could, that his mere presence was overpowering for me. Looking from my shorts to my face, he caught my eyes and held them, mesmerizing me. I think he knew, somehow, what I wanted. What I needed. But I lost all feeling in my extremities at that point, my hearing went to zero, and my vision started to tunnel, as I had not yet been able to breathe and felt like I was passing out. Yet there were Paul's dark blue eyes holding me up, suspending me in consciousness, pulling me back toward him. Caught like that in his gaze, I was trapped. I slipped completely under his control, though I don't think he fully realized it. But I felt that I could have levitated across the room if only he had willed it. Then Paul seemed to go in a kind of daze himself. For the first time, I was the object of his masculine gaze, even though he did not look at me with desire. Rather, he looked at me with a combination of understanding and the commanding dominance of a cocky teen god, floating high on his own ego and blinding self-confidence. He saw the effect his presence had on me, and he took an unthinking, self-centered pleasure in it. And just feeling his pleasure response merely increased my own desire, creating a feedback loop of increasing energy. I completely surrendered to his power. As though he penetrated me, and filled the hollow cave that had grown inside me with his superiority. As though, in some primal way, he instinctually enveloped me in the aura of his manhood, tearing me out of the womb of Matt's protection in which I had been living, and made me his possession. I no longer belonged to Matt, or even to myself, but totally, completely, and fully to Paul. Every muscle I had went into a kind of tight spasm as Paul took control of me, for my will was consumed by the power of his. Finally, the overload was too much for my body and the oxygen deprivation was too much for my brain. Something snapped, everything went limp, and I passed out. My throat opened up, and my lungs filled with a gush of air. As I slipped into unconsciousness, the dark tunnel in my eyes collapsing to a pinhole aperture before winking out, the only thing left in my mind was the echo of Paul's voice saying my name. Look for "Chapter Three. A Certain Brand of Love." Comments may be sent to paulsgoodboy@hotmail.com.

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Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 22:47:41 EST From: BD Subject: Bar Hop-In I would like to tell you about an encounter I had. I recently went to a gay bar downtown. I had only been to gay bars once or twice before, and that was just to check out what they were like. I had fantasized that they were easy pickup places for guys (like me) looking for sex, but that is definitely not the experience I had. At least not the first couple of times I went. I basically ended up sitting by myself and having one or two drinks and then going home - alone. I am about six feet tall, 180 lbs., brown hair, blue eyes and have been told that I am good looking. So I hoped that my looks were the problem. One night I went to one of the gay bars in town that I had not visited before. This particular bar was located close to the German Village section of town where a large number of gays live. There were a few guys sitting around the bar and a few more at some of the small tables along the walls. I went to the farthest end of the bar from the door and sat down and ordered a drink. There weren't any guys sitting close to me. After a while a guy came and sat next to me and ordered a drink. He was a decent looking guy, a little younger than I am. After a couple of minutes he started to make small talk. He said he had not seen me in the bar before and I said that this was my first time there. We talked for a while and he ordered us a couple of more drinks. By the time my drink was about half gone, I told him that I needed to hit the restroom (especially since I had a few drinks before I got there to build up my courage). I went into the restroom and walked over to the urinals. About the time that I started to piss the guy from the bar walked in. He looked around like he was trying to make sure that no one else was in the room. Then he unzipped his pants and took out his dick as he walked across the room. He stepped up to the urinal next to me and just stood there with his dick hanging out. I took a couple of quick glances at him and when I was almost done peeing, he reached his hand up and just held his dick. I thought he was finally going to start peeing, but as I began to shake the last drops of pee out he started to slowly stroke his semi hard dick. So I stood there for a minute and watched out of the corner of my eye. As he continued stroking himself, I started to slowly stroke my hardening cock. Then I felt his other hand touch my leg and slowly start to rub across my thigh. As he reached my dick I removed my hand and he grabbed my dick and started to stroke it. He turned more towards me and took my hand and pulled it over to his dick. I took a hold of it and started to play with it. After a couple of minutes of this, I thought that I heard someone coming so I let go and pulled away from him. When another guy entered the restroom I zipped up and went back to the bar. After a couple of minutes the guy sitting next to me came out and sat back down. Before long I felt his hand on my thigh and he slowly started to rub and squeeze it. He said that maybe we should finish our drinks and go somewhere so we could continue the fun we were having before we were interrupted. When I asked if he had some where to go, he said that he had a place not far from there. So I said ok. We downed our drinks and I followed him out the door and behind the building to the parking area. He stopped next to a van and said that it was his. As I pointed toward my car he reached over and began to rub and squeeze my cock through my pants. When he saw me looking around he said not to worry that guys did stuff like this back here all the time so no one would bother us. He took my hand again and pulled it over to his dick. So I started to rub and squeeze him through his pants. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle. After he had taken a couple of deep breaths from the bottle he handed it to me. As I held the bottle and took a few whiffs he reached over and started to unbutton and unzip my pants. He saw me looking around again and said not to worry that no one could see us since we were now against his van and hidden from view. So I reached over and undid his pants. He was not wearing any underwear so his hard dick popped right out. It was maybe 6" long, cut and fairly thick He was having trouble pulling my hard dick out of my tight pants and my underwear, so he slid my pants down below my hips. After a few minutes of stroking each other he said we should get into the van. I said that when he said he had a place to go I thought that he meant his place. He said he did, but before he took me there he wanted to make sure that I was willing to do more than just jerk each other off since I seemed to be pretty hesitant. I said that I would, but he said let's get in the van so he could find out and besides it would warm us up for later and I wouldn't have to keep worrying about someone seeing us. So I said I guess it would be ok for a little while. He opened the side door, squeezed my bare ass and said to climb in. As I was stepping up into the back of the van he grabbed a hold of my pants and underwear and jerked them down around my ankles. I lost my balance and fell face forward onto the seat. He started to laugh and continued to pull my pants, underwear and shoes clear off and threw them into the back of the van. As I tried to sit up I thought that I could hear 2 guys laughing instead of one. Sure enough as I sat up the guy I was with and the second guy that had come into the restroom, climbed into the van. They both had their cocks out. As they positioned themselves in front of me they grabbed my head and pushed me to my knees on the floor. When I asked what was going on, they said that they really did want to take me home but they wanted to try me out first. Then they pushed my face onto the dick of the guy from the restroom. They said to start sucking so they could see how good I was. This guys cock was about 8" long but a little thinner than the first guys. As I started to lick and suck on his cock they held the little bottle up to my nose. Since my mouth was full I had to breath from it for several seconds. At this point my head was really spinning. Then they reached down and pulled my shirt off, so I was now naked. Then the first guy I had been with reached over and pulled my head over to suck his cock As I was sucking him I heard the door open. Since he was holding my head tightly to his cock, all I could do was glance to the side. Just in time to see the other guy leaving with all of my clothes and my car keys. The guy I was sucking let me off of his dick and said that unless I wanted everyone to see that I was naked outside of a gay bar I should duck down on the floor. He moved up to the driver's seat and said that I had passed their test so they were taking me home. After we had driven what seemed to be a couple of miles, he told me to crawl up between the seats. As I crawled up next to his seat he again held the bottle to my nose and told me to breath deep. After he put the bottle away he pulled my head into his lap and I could see that he still had his cock out. He said that he had gone soft and he wanted me to suck him until I got him hard again. When he was hard he grabbed me by the hair and lifted my head up. As I looked out the window I could see that we were stopped at a red light and the other guy was stopped next to us in my car. When he saw my head pop up he started to point and laugh. I sat there on the floor crammed between the seats for about another mile. We turned up a side street and into a driveway. The guy driving my car pulled in behind us, got out and came around the van. He opened the side door and told me to get out. Since I was naked, I hesitated to get out. So the driver turned and gave me a push so that I ended up falling out naked into the front lawn. About the time that I started to get up the driver came around the van. He grabbed me by my cock and started to lead me towards the front door. Luckily it was late and there were no outside lights on so I hoped that no one would see me being led naked by my cock while the second guy followed behind me smacking and pinching my ass and telling me to keep moving. They opened the door and lead me into the living room and had me sit down on the couch. The guy from the bar went into the kitchen, while the other guy turned a gay porno on the TV. When the guy came back from the kitchen he was carrying 3 drinks. He handed one to his friend and one to me. They told me to drink up, it would make me relax so I could enjoy the fun. They quickly finished their drinks while they sat there stroking themselves and watching the video. They told me to finish my drink and go into the kitchen and bring the bottle back from off of the counter. By they time I returned they had removed their clothes. They told me to come over and pour us all another drink. As I stood by them pouring their drinks they took turns rubbing and squeezing my ass and running their fingers up and down my ass crack. When the drinks were poured they shifted over to the couch and told me to come over and kneel in front of them. They pulled my head over by them and had me take turns sucking and licking their cocks and balls. After a few minutes of this one of them said let's go into the other room where we can be more comfortable. They stood up and the guy from the bar told me to follow him. As I followed him out of the room and down a hallway, the second guy followed behind me rubbing and squeezing my ass cheeks. We stopped at a door and the first guy turned on the light and entered the bedroom. While he was turning down the king sized bed and turning on some music the second guy came up and grabbed me from behind. He reached around me and played with my cock and balls while he slowly rubbed his hard dick up and down my ass crack. When the first guy was finished he laid down on the bed, spread his legs and called me over to him. As I crawled onto the bed between his legs, the second guy came around the bed and laid down next to the first guy. I started to play with the first guy's cock and balls. He reached down and pushed my face to his cock so I started to suck and lick his cock and balls again while the second guy watched and stroked himself. After a few minutes of this, the second guy reached over and pulled my head over to suck his hard dick while the first guy watched and stroked himself. The guy I was sucking pulled his knees up to his chest and told me to lick his asshole. I slowly moved down and started to lick up and down his ass crack and around his asshole. They had me alternate between them, sucking and licking their dicks, balls and ass holes. After several minutes of this the second guy got up and moved behind me. He slide his hands up the backs of my legs and when his hands reached my ass he started to rub and squeeze my cheeks, pull my crack open and rub his finger around my hole. I bent over more on my elbows and knees between the first guy legs and licked up and down his cock, balls and ass. The second guy knelt down behind me and started to lick and kiss all over my ass. He spread my legs apart and then spread my cheeks and started to lick and suck my asshole. It felt wonderful and I was really getting turned on. After a while he slowly started to push first one, then another and finally three fingers up my asshole. He continued to lick and kiss my ass as he finger fucked my asshole. He took his fingers out of my ass and moved up and slowly started to push his cock in. It hurt some as he slowly pushed his 8" cock into my ass, but it soon started to feel good. As he fucked me faster, I started to enjoy it and started sucking the other guys cock more. I started pushing back on the dick in my ass. After about five or ten minutes the guy fucking my ass started to shudder and shoot his load up my ass. He pulled his dick out of my ass and moved back around and laid down in front of me. As he did the guy I was sucking got up and took his place behind me. He started to push his dick into my asshole as the guy laying down in front of me pulled my head down to his dick. I started sucking on his cock and licking his balls as the other guy continued to fuck my ass. Before long the one fucking me was shooting his cum up my ass to join with the first guy's. He pulled his dick out and came around to lay down next to the other guy. After a couple of minutes the guy I was sucking was good and hard again. He had me lay down and lift my legs as he climbed in between them. He put my ankles on his shoulders and since I was really lubed up from the first two times he was able stick his dick right in. He started to pull all the way out of my ass and push his whole cock in with one stroke. He reached around and began to stroke my cock as he slowly fucked my ass. The other guy had been stroking himself and watching me get fucked. He climbed over my chest, pushed his hard cock into my mouth and began to slowly fuck my face. After what seemed like twenty minutes the guy fucking my ass started to cum and shoot another load up my ass. Seeing this the guy I was sucking started to shoot in my mouth. That was enough to set me off and I shot my load onto my stomach. We all collapsed into a heap with them on top of me. After a few minutes they slowly pulled their softening dicks out of my ass and mouth and laid down on the bed. My legs were weak and shaky but I was able to stand up, go into the adjoining bathroom and wipe the cum off of my stomach and running out of my ass. They were talking and laughing as I came out of the bathroom. One of them threw me my car keys and said that my clothes were in the back seat. As I slowly walked out of the room one of them yelled that they hoped to see me again sometime. I just smiled and said "You never know".

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Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2002 05:43:31 EST From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: SpringTraining 02, by Justin Davis (M/t,bd,nc,reluc,oral,anal) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a teen male and men. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. The events and characters portrayed in this story are entirely a work of fiction. The reader should interpret nothing in this story as advocating any of the sexual acts or actions contained within the story. Finally, none of my characters usually practice safe sex because they catch only what I want them to. In real life, safe sex is the only way to go. It is smart. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Author's note: A special thanks to David T, my copy editor, who has helped so much with past, and I hope, future stories. Constructive comments are always welcome and may be sent to Justin0398@aol.com Spring Training by Justin Davis Chapter Two Sixteen-year-old David Sims' wrists hurt and his ankles hurt as well. Standing for hours, with his wrists and ankles shackled to the wall, was beginning to take its toll. He squirmed a little to try and get some relief but very little was afforded him. David had gotten used to the nipple clamps, although initially he had shrieked aloud with pain as his Uncle Dalton had attached each one. Now, there was just a dull pain radiating from his nipples, a pain that made him uncomfortable but one that he could tolerate. David twitched nervously, as the door to the basement opened, then eyed his uncle as he walked across the room, then stood before him menacingly. "Well, I guess you have had these on long enough for now," David's uncle said, as he reached out and roughly removed both nipple clamps from David's tits. "Ow!" David hollered in response. In fact to David, having the clamps removed that way, after they had been on for hours, seemed to hurt as much as having them put on initially. "John and I have your room prepared now," David's uncle said, looking David straight in the eyes. Just then, Dalton's lover, John, entered the room. David noticed he held something like a wide, black, leather belt in one hand to which was attached a single manacle on either side. To David, the belt looked not unlike the ones he had seen the jailers use to transport prisoners the short time he was in the county jail. In the other hand John carried a large, blue, bowl, partially draped with a towel that looked somewhat like one that would be found in a hotel room many years ago. David couldn't imagine what that was for. But he would soon find out. "We are going to move you to your new room in a minute. But first, we have some business to take care of." David's uncle said. David noticed John reach into his rear pocket and pull out what looked like an electric razor. In fact, that is what it was. "John is going to shave you now, I suggest you be real still or you might get hurt." David's uncle warned. John turned on the electric razor and approached closer to David. In response, David began to wiggle and squirm, that is until John lowered the razor toward his groin area. "Aw man! Don't do that! Aw man, this is sick!" David protested as the razor began to trim his pubes down to nothing. "When you have proven yourself worthy we may decide to let you have some hair again." David's uncle flatly stated. David shot his uncle a hateful glance at his words, and watched helplessly as John trimmed his pubes, then the hair from his navel to his crotch, then his underarms, then what little he had on his shins. He tried hard not to show how this humiliation affected him, but the fact that he began to tear up didn't go unnoticed by either Dalton or John. When John finished with the electric razor, he sat it aside on one of the nearby tables. "Dalton, will you get me the other things now?" John asked his lover. Dalton exited the room to fetch whatever it was John needed. David eyed John closely; as he removed the towel draped over the blue bowl and partially wet it with some of the water that it contained, just about at the time that his uncle returned to the room with a can of shaving cream and a safety razor. David's body tensed as John began to use the towel to moisten the parts of his body that had just been shaved with the electric razor. Then, John took the can of shaving cream from Dalton and began to apply it to David's groin area, his underarms, his shins, and any other part of his body were any stubble remained that the electric razor had not gotten. "I suggest you be real still now white boy. I wouldn't want to cut anything off!" John stated, as he began to shave David's groin area with the razor. David didn't know whether it was the feeling of the shaving cream on his skin, or the feeling of the razor, as John saved his balls, but for whatever reason, he began to get an erection. David tried to counteract what his body was doing. After all, there was no way he was enjoying any of what was happening to him. Yet it was no use. By the time John was ready to shave any stubble from the base of David's cock, it was very easy to do. David was rock hard. "Oh my! What have we here?" John commented, as he took David's now hard cock in one hand and shaved the base of it smooth, then let go of it. It made an audible plop against his belly when he did so. By the time John began to shave under David's arms, David's eight-inch cock was standing up only a few inches out from his navel throbbing with each beat of his heart. Unfortunately, David's condition only got worse, so much so in fact, that by the time John was shaving David's shins, there was a ribbon of pre-cum running from the tip of David's cock down the shaft toward his balls. When he was finished shaving David's shins, John rinsed the towel in the washbasin and began to wipe the remaining shaving cream from David's body. David remained silent, until John began to clean the remnants of shaving cream off his cock. "Unnh!" David exclaimed, as John cleaned every crevice of his aching tool with the moist towel. John, who was very much an expert in at giving pleasure, or pain, as the case might be, lingered longer than he really had to at the task in order to bring David right to the edge of erupting. Once he recognized the signals David's body was giving off, he quickly turned his attention to cleaning other parts of David's body. "Ah!" David exclaimed loudly, as the wonderful tingles left him as swiftly as they had begun. When he was finished, John stepped back and admired his handy work. "Slick as a baby's butt." he commented, as he inspected David's body. It was a statement which was quite true. With the exception of the hair on his head, which was already in a buzz-cut anyway, David's body was now totally devoid of any sign of hair. "I am going to let you loose now," Dalton said. John placed the towel on the table next to the bowl, then picked up the wide leather belt with the manacles, approached David, put the belt around David's waste, and then secured it. "When I unfasten your wrists, you are to put them down at your sides," David's uncle instructed. Dalton released first one, then the other, of David's wrists from the metal bands that had held them pinned to the wall. David lowered each wrist to his sides as he was told to do and John locked a manacle around each one. Then, David's uncle unfastened the metal bands around David's ankles. "We are going to take you to your room now," David's uncle stated. "Any trouble, and you will seriously regret it," he continued. Both men took David by an arm and escorted him out of the basement room, up a short flight of stairs, then down a short hall. They stopped just outside a closed door. "This will be your room." David's uncle said, and then opened the door. There wasn't very much for David to see as the two men guided him into the small ten-foot by ten-foot windowless room. Up against the far wall was what looked a metal cot upon which rested a thin, uncovered, mattress and an uncovered pillow. Up against another wall, to David's right, there was a toilet, and next to that, what David recognized as a metal shower stall. There wasn't much else to see, other than a small wooden table and the chair that accompanied it. "Well, make yourself at home." David's uncle said. "You are going to be here for awhile," he continued, as he and his lover John turned to leave the room. "Hey, aren't you guys gonna undo me?" David asked, then looked down at the belt that held his wrists securely fastened at his sides. "No!" his uncle replied. "Well, how am I supposed to, well you know--" David said, motioning his head toward the toilet and shower. "I figure you'll find a way," David's uncle said, as he and his lover left the room and closed the door behind them. The sound of the lock made David's heart sink even deeper than the sparseness of the room. He looked at the door and for the first time noticed that it had a small, mirrored pane located near the top. "One way glass!" David thought to himself. Then, for the first time in his captivity, David realized that he needed to pee. David walked over to the toilet, straddled it with his legs, squatted a little, and then purged his bladder. When he was finished, David lifted his left leg, and with the toes of his left foot, depressed the lever that flushed the toilet. Dalton and John, who had been watching David through the one-way glass in the door, looked at each other and smiled. "He is a fast learner," John stated. "No one ever said he was stupid John," Dalton replied. "Let's just hope he learns everything else as fast," John replied, as they both turned and headed down the hallway. Unbeknown to David, the belt, which bound his wrists to his sides, had a two-fold purpose. Most importantly, it kept him from being free enough to cause any trouble. Secondarily, it kept his hands bound in such a way that he could not touch any part of his body. In effect, there was no way David could remotely reach his penis. Though that thought had not occurred to him, other than how difficult it had made it to urinate, David would be confronted with the need to touch himself soon enough, especially given the fact that he had been used to jerking himself off, when he wasn't getting a blow job, at least twice a day. David looked around the room again, sighed, lay on his back on the cot, and soon went to sleep. It was early the next morning, when David was awakened by the sound of the lock on the door. "Alright sleeping beauty, time to get up," his uncle said entering the room. David noticed that his uncle had a bowl of something in his hand. "Doesn't he ever wear anything but those stupid leather pants and boots?" David thought to himself as his uncle walked toward the table. "Here's your breakfast," his uncle said, and placed what looked like a pie pan containing oatmeal on the table. "You better eat up, cause that's all you get right now," his uncle stated. David swung his legs over the side of the bed, got up, and began to walk toward the table. It wasn't until he was about halfway there that he realized he had a piss hard. He stopped, looked at his uncle, and began to blush. "Nice cock," Uncle Dalton said, then smiled, winked, and moved toward David. David blushed even more. "I bet a nice cock like that really needs to get worked on a lot," David's uncle said, then reached out and grabbed David's hard eight-inch tool with his hand. David immediately jerked away. His uncle laughed loudly at his reaction then spoke. "Well my bashful little nephew, you will want that thing touched soon enough. In fact, you will be begging for it to be touched before too long." David just blinked in response. "You have little time to eat, so eat, piss, shit, or whatever, and I will be back," David's uncle continued. "Today is your lucky day my little punk nephew. It is the day we begin your spring training," his uncle stated, chuckled sadistically, turned, left the room, and then locked the door behind him. His Uncle Dalton's parting words sent chills down David's spine. Whether it was the humiliation of having to eat the mush his uncle had brought him like a dog, or whether it was the taste of the stuff, or the mention of something called spring training, David didn't know, but his erection soon went away. After he had finished lapping up the oatmeal, David wiped his mouth on his arm then he went over to the toilet and urinated. After he had finished, and once again flushed the toilet using his foot, he headed back across the room. Suddenly, he felt very groggy and unsteady and just made it to the edge of the bed before his legs collapsed under him and things went black. Thirty minutes later, as he began to awake, David was at first vaguely aware that his arms were suspended over his head. Then, as the fog from the knockout drug his uncle had slipped into his food began to wear off even more, he realized he was hanging from his wrists. David shook his head to clear some more of the fog from his brain and looked upward. As his eyes focused more clearly, David realized that indeed his wrists were shackled together and attached to a chain that went upward and through a pulley that was attached to a wooden beam. He then tried to move his legs, but found that he couldn't. David glanced down at his feet and found the reason why. Each of his ankles were fastened securely to each end of a metal spreader bar, which in effect, firmly secured his legs and kept them spread apart. David moaned, both at the ache he was now feeling in his arms as well as the new predicament he was now in. As his head cleared further, David glanced around the room and was puzzled by much of what he saw. Some of the items, located on various tables and shelves around the room, were totally foreign to him. Others, the four pairs of handcuffs, the various pairs of nipple clamps, and the whips, he did recognize. As to many of the other items, however, David had not the slightest clue as to what they were for. Then, there was a sound as the door across the room was unlocked. David turned his head toward the sound in response. The door opened and David's Uncle Dalton, and his lover John, entered the room. This time, both men were completely naked, except for the black boots that both of them seemed to wear constantly. David eyed the two men carefully as they shut the door behind them and walked toward him. David noticed that each of the men had a wide, gold, ring around the base of their cock and balls and both had no pubic hair. Although David had never seen his uncle naked before, he was quick to note that his uncle had a cock not unlike his. However, it was John's cock that caught the focus of David's attention. The thing literally swung from side to side, like some chocolate-brown summer sausage, as John walked. It was the largest soft cock David had ever seen in his life and his eyes remained riveted to it as both men approached him. However, David's attention to John's cock didn't go un-noticed. "Hey John. I think he likes your cock." Dalton said, as the two men stopped in front of David. "You like that cock don't you boy?" Uncle Dalton asked. David didn't respond. He just looked at his uncle with all the hatred and defiance he could muster. "I asked you a question you little fucker!" David's uncle shouted. David's body flinched, rattling the chains that he hung from in surprise at the intensity of his uncle's outburst. "No!" David said. "No what?" his uncle asked. David hesitated in his reply, which was unfortunate. Almost at lightning speed, John picked up a flat strap of leather from one of the tables and landed it squarely across David's abs. "Mmpppff" David grunted, and gasped for breath, his body swinging at the end of the chains from the force of the blow. "Now I want you to listen to me carefully," David's uncle said in a somewhat mild but ominous tone. "When you are asked a question you will answer. When you are told to do something by either John or myself you will do it. You will learn to obey. That is going to be the first lesson you will learn," his uncle stated. "I realize "obey" is not a word that is in your vocabulary right now. In fact, you have been rather a shit toward your mother and everyone around you. But, my little stud-muffin, you will learn the word before long and you will be eager to do so," his uncle added. "Fuck you you pervert fag!" David shot back, in words so full of hate they sounded like they were literally being spit from his mouth. Almost immediately, another loud smack of leather on flesh filled the room as John lashed out with the leather strap directly over David's groin area. David grunted from the pain, as his tethered body swung from the force of the blow. "Now dear nephew, you were asked a question I believe. You like John's cock don't you?" David's uncle asked calmly. David glared back at his uncle, his eyes filled with determination and hate. "I don't like no dude's dick, especially some black faggots dick!" David responded. "Well John, I guess sometimes kids just got to learn." His uncle said, then nodded to his lover John. What happened next would have been enough to make anyone cringe. Methodically, and expertly, John applied the leather strap to David's body. Tough guy that he was, David grunted in response to the blows. There was no way he was going to give his faggot uncle and his boyfriend the satisfaction of knowing how much he was being hurt. David continued to grit his teeth and grunt, as John worked the leather strap over his stomach, thighs, and buttocks, leaving red strap marks on his smooth skin. Yet, not a cry came forth from David's mouth. John, who was an expert with the strap, and other things, stopped for a moment, turned, laid the strap on the nearby table, and then picked up a more sinister looking object. The object John now held in his hand, for want of a better term, looked like a small ridding crop with four pieces of leather, each about a foot long, attached to it. David eyed John warily as John approached him with the strange looking object. Expertly, and not too forcefully at first, so as to give David just a little taste of what the specially made crop could do, John began to lash David's cock and balls. David's jaw clenched tightly, and he grunted loudly, at the first blows of the new tool John was wielding. Then, John increased the forcefulness of his strokes. To David, it felt as though a million bees were stinging him in his most tender areas and he began to loose whatever resolve he had mustered. At first, there was just a small yelp, not unlike the trickle that begins the destruction of a damn. Then there was a more audible exclamation, as John's blows were concentrated on the head of David's cock. Then, as John increased the ferocity of his strokes even more, David's screams began to fill the room. "Oh god, please don't, please!" David shrieked just prior to the next blows falling against his balls. For a good five minutes or so, Uncle Dalton's lover, John, artfully wielded the leather strands over David's naked body. David's screams soon turned to squeals, at every application of the crop, and he began to cry. Then, just when he thought we would puke from the pain, David heard his uncle ask the same question he had asked earlier right just as another blow of the crop struck his cock. "Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh please no more! Oh shit! I love his dick!" David screamed almost hysterically at the top of his lungs. The blows from the leather crop stopped as quickly as they had begun. David hung sobbing, snot running from his nose, his stomach, chest, thighs, cock, balls, and buttocks covered with little pink marks where the leather strands had been applied. The two men gave David a minute or so of rest, then Uncle Dalton spoke. "Now David, one more time. You do like John's cock don't you?" his uncle asked. David hesitated too long with his response. "Whap!" David shrieked as another blow from the leather crop struck the head of his penis. "No sir!" David hollered out. "That is not the right answer!" his uncle responded, and another lash of the strap was laid across the head of David's tender cock. " 'I am sorry! Oh god! Oh fuck! I meant yes sir!!! David screamed at the top of his lungs. "Yes sir what?" David's uncle asked. " Yes sir, I lu--lu--like his cock!" David replied through his sobs. "That's better." David's uncle replied, then smiled. "You see John, I knew he really liked your cock all along." David's uncle said, then laughed sadistically. The ominous tone of his uncle's laugh was more than David's mind could handle at that point. David began to cry again, and his body began to shiver and tremble, not from the cold mind you; for the temperature in the room was almost eighty degrees. David Sims, tough ass little David Sims, the Draco Malfoy of his 10th grade class, for the first time in his life, felt all alone and helpless. And, for the first time in his life, he was literally shivering from fear. To be continued....

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Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2002 09:21:19 EST From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: Spring Training 06 By Justin Davis (M/t,oral,anal,bond,dom,reluc) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between teen males and older males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you can e-mail them to Justin0398@aol.com Spring Training By Justin Davis Chapter Seven The two stainless steel chairs, in which the two teens were now seated and strapped, had been specially ordered, then modified by Dalton and John, for the purpose for which they were now being used. With the advances in "Electro-Stimulation" technology, some of Dalton and John's regular customers had asked them to provide it as part of their sessions. Creative as they both were, they had purchased items from one of the large "B and D" firms and modified them for use in the "break in" room. Since the two chairs were made of metal, they were highly conductive, and in effect, formed one part of an electrical circuit. Whatever items were attached to the body of the occupant of the chair, nipple clamps, ball clamps, cock rings, Electro-catheters, and the like, were attached by wires to an enlarged and specially modified "Folsom-Electro box" which completed the circuit. Additionally, the seat of each chair had about three inches of a metal "Electro- dildo" protruding above it. Under the usual circumstances, if one was a recipient of "Electro-Stimulation," the metallic dildo would be inserted by ones self, or some one else. However, John and Dalton had modified that part of the process. Before being seated and strapped into the chair, the soon to be occupant, would have his asshole thoroughly greased with a special lube, also readily available on today's "Electro-Stimulation" market, which aided conductivity. Once that was done, the occupant's butt would be centered over the portion of the metal dildo that protruded from the seat of each chair, and he would be seated upon it, voluntarily or otherwise, then strapped into the chair. Then, as the process of "Electro Stimulation" began, a motorized mechanism, connected to a timer in the main control unit, would feed the remaining three inches of metal dildo into the rectum of the chair's occupant. Naturally, it was up to the person programming the control unit to make the determination as to how much "Electro-Stimulation" was given any part of the body at any particular time including the rectum. Actually, the effect could be quite stimulating, to the point that most occupants got an immediate erection, or quite painful, depending on how much electric current was used and where, and what devices were used to complete the circuit on a given part of the body. In reality, what Dalton and John had designed, from readily available items, was a unique system by which pleasure or pain could be given to a subject, either singularly or simultaneously, depending on the whim of the person in charge of administering it. Unfortunately, for the two teens that now occupied the metal chairs, there had been much resistance on their part to the first part of the process. So much so, that it had taken both Dalton and John to prep each one individually prior to them being strapped into their respective chairs. Through protests, muffled because of the ball gags in their mouths, each of the young men, in turn, had tried to put up a violent struggle as John had squirted a liberal amount of "Electro-lube on three of his fingers, and then inserted them and greased their assholes. Likewise, both of the teens had struggled and refused to sit down in the chairs willingly. As a result, each had been picked up, their arms and legs struggling and flailing in protest, and seated quite unceremoniously upon the protruding part of the metal dildo. Fortunately, the ball gags muffled their cries of pain at the sudden intrusion. Now, as the two teens, adjusted to the six inches of metal dildo in their butt, they both were aware that actually they were quite helpless to do anything about their situation. All of their muffled protests and struggles had been for naught. They could only wonder what new fate awaited them. They didn't have long before they got their answer. As the current began to flow and pulse to the cock rings and nipple clamps, it was the teen with the ginger-colored pubes that first uttered muffled groans in response to the stimulation. Through the eye openings of the leather hood that covered his head, his companion stared in disbelief as his friend's cock began to rise from the field of ginger colored pubes and grow to become eight inches of rock hard, teen, meat. In fact, so rock-hard did it become that the foreskin of his companion's uncircumcised penis pulled back and exposed the purple head in its entirety. Then, quite suddenly, it was he himself who emitted muffled groans and stared down at his own member, as it sprung to life from his dark brown pubes, and swelled to its full seven and one half inches pulling the foreskin back, as it rose to an erect state. Although the two teens knew each other, they where not what one would call close friends in the truest since. Yet, even in their predicament, through the eye slits of their leather hoods, each stared in fascination at the cock of the other. For almost fifteen minutes, the two teens alternated muffled groans of pleasure as varying amounts of electric current stimulated their tits, balls, and cocks. Then, it was the teen with the dark pubes that was the first to strain at the straps that bound him to the chair, and emit a muffled cry, as electric pulses from the dildo in his butt fired and slammed into his prostate. As anyone who has had the experience of anal Electro-stimulation knows, the effect was irresistible and immediate. While his companion looked on in wide-eyed amazement, thick jets of hot teen cum erupted from the twitching cock of the dark-pubed teen. Then, as if stimulated beyond control by the sight, the teen with the ginger-colored pubes issued forth his own muffled cry, as the metal dildo lodged in his butt fired. Instantly, he was overwhelmed with the uncontrollable desire to cum and his cock began to convulse and spew forth its own jets of the sticky white stuff. For another half-hour, the muffled sounds of the two filled the room in response to the stimulation various parts of their bodies received. Periodically, there would be the inevitable rearing back of the head and straining at the straps that bound them, as the timed impulses from the Electro-dildos fired into their prostates. Time and time again, the two helpless teens shot loads of cum until all that issued forth were sticky droplets of clear liquid. Naturally, it took a little longer for each orgasm. In effect, it was a longer and longer up hill journey toward release, that is until the dildo fired and the spasms of their ejaculations gave them temporary relief. Because of the length of time the two had been strapped into the chairs, David wasn't surprised at the sight he saw when he opened the door to check on them. After all, he had experienced the effects himself. Each teen was breathing heavily through flared nostrils, their bodies covered with a fine sheen of sweat and obviously on their way to yet another orgasm, David saw ample evidence to indicate that it by far was not their first one. The thighs, stomachs, and pubes of the two were literally soaked with cum. What had not fallen upon the bodies of the two lay in little puddles on the floor in front of the two chairs in which they sat restrained. It was a messy, yet erotic sight, at one and the same time. Unnoticed by the two, because they were otherwise occupied at that moment, David watched as they once again emitted muffled sounds, strained at the straps, and issued forth small streams of now clear ejaculate. Then, as the bodies of the two went limp again, and they began yet another uphill climb toward release, David closed the door and went back to report to his uncle. David knew from his own personal encounter with the chair in which each of the two teens were strapped, that the intensity of the Electro-Stimulation would increase. The orgasms of the two would be longer and longer in coming, and then eventually, each orgasm would become a dry cum so painful in intensity that one would scream. In fact, the electrical pulses from the metal dildos that fired into their prostates would become so unwelcome that any pleasure or relief they might feel at finally achieving orgasm would turn into fear of even having one at all. Yet, their was no way to prevent their occurrence. Long after the two teens ceased to emit any semen, and long after their cocks would become tired and semi-flaccid, the two lanky lads would discover that no matter how hard they tried to prevent it, another orgasm would occur. And, when it did, their nipples, balls, penis, and assholes would become enveloped in both pleasure and pain, as the intensity of the electrical stimulation was increased progressively. Thirty minutes after he had checked on them, David helped his uncle and John, lift the exhausted bodies of the two teens from the chairs and transport them to their cells for a rest period. Yet, all too soon for their liking, the two teens would once again be strapped in the chairs for another session. By the end of the second day, the two teens were so exhausted that they offered no resistance, as they seated themselves in the chairs, in a show of resignation, and were strapped in. As a matter of fact, the assholes of the two had become so adapted to the length and width of the metal dildos that they now easily accommodated the intrusion of the tips of the metal dildos that protruded above the seat. Additionally, there was hardly more than a squirm from the two as the electro-catheters were inserted in their penises, and the nipple electrodes and cock electrode re-attached. Similarly, once the stimulation had begun, there was hardly more than a muffled grunt as the full-length of the metal dildos automatically entered them. Both of the young men were just too tired, way too tired and weak, to struggle anymore. For the moment, they had become resigned to their fate. Yet, David realized that in time, once the two had been given food and drink and allowed to rest for a couple of days, they would struggle again. However, he also knew that the struggles of the two would be just as futile as they initially had been days before. As a matter of fact, David knew, only too well, that before too much longer the two teens would both willingly do things they would never have dreamed they would ever do. David would see to it when their "real" training began under his direction. To be continued...

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Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2002 07:02:23 EST From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: Spring Training, by Justin Davis (M/t,bd,nc,reluc,oral,anal) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a teen male and men. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. The events and characters portrayed in this story are entirely a work of fiction. The reader should interpret nothing in this story as advocating any of the sexual acts or actions contained within the story. Finally, none of my characters usually practice safe sex because they catch only what I want them to. In real life, safe sex is the only way to go. It is smart. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Author's note: A special thanks to David T, my copy editor, who has helped so much with past, and I hope, future stories. Constructive comments are always welcome and may be sent to Justin0398@aol.com Spring Training by Justin Davis Chapter One If anyone had happened to see sixteen-year-old David Sims, while they were at the local mall, or in line at the local movie theater, they would have been impressed. It would not have been the baggy shorts, loose-fitting T-shirt, and tennis shoes, worn by many boys his age which would have been attractive. In fact, even his buzzed-cut, blonde hair, and the two gold earrings that hung glistening from his ear lobes, would have been anything out of the ordinary. What would have attracted their attention, however, would have been his physical features. David's tall, lanky, frame, his darkly tanned features, his piercing green eyes, along with his beautifully sculpted face, would have drawn any gaze immediately. So much so, in fact, that David's looks usually caught the eye of both girls and boys alike. However, had they known the details of David's personal life they would not have been inclined, in the least, to conjure up images of meeting him in some secluded spot for some hot sex. You see, in spite of his outward charm, David Sims was a spoiled, arrogant little shit. A poster-child for the term "that appearances can be deceiving." At sixteen, little David was well on his way to a police record as long as your arm. The latest incident, when David had been caught in one of the janitors storage closets at school with his thick, eight-inch, prick in some willing guys mouth, had resulted in both of them being expelled from school. Not a good thing, when you are already on probation for sexual assault and attending school is one of the conditions of your probation. It was especially not a good thing now that it was March and there were only two months left in the school year. At his trial for sexual assault, cute little David, dressed in a new suit, had sat there looking like the little gentleman that he was not. Although he testified in his own behalf that the younger kid had been more than willing to get buggered, the judge had chosen to believe the testimony of the victim and had found David guilty. Since David was too young to be sent to prison, and quite probably because the judge had been taken in somewhat by David's false sincerity and his innocent- looking appearance, he had given David probation, rather than sending him to the state juvenile lock-up. One can only wonder why, when David already had been busted four times for possession of drugs and alcohol. To be fair, David's slide down hill began not long after the death of his father. And, quite probably, it was that event which had precipitated David's decline. Yet, it was the stark realities of the situation, and the resignation that things were only going to get worse, that had driven David's mother to the point where she was now. Not that Helen Sims hadn't tried. There had been doctors, social workers, tests, psychologists, more tests, and a whole litany of things she had done in an attempt to help David help him self. None had worked. Now, in desperation, Helen sat across from David's uncle, her former husband's brother, crying and expressing her frustration. Not that she really cared that much for Dalton Sims. Dalton had a dark side to him that Helen's husband Richard had refused to talk about in anything but the most general terms. However, Helen Sims was at her wits end. Maybe, she had concluded, a change of scenery and a strong-willed man would bring David around. It was that decision that had brought about their current meeting. David's mother cried and sobbed as she told his uncle about the whole sordid mess. "I tell you Dalton, I am at the end of my rope. Nothing seems to do any good. Will you please help me save my child?" Helen concluded, wiping yet more tears from her eyes. Dalton Sims sat looking thoughtfully at his sister-in-law then spoke. "Helen, I am not sure I can do more with David than you can," he said in a concerned tone. "Look Dalton, although I never got the details about you from Richard, and I probably don't want to know them, I can put two and two together enough to know that you have an authoritarian streak about you that might do David some good." Dalton Sims paused reflectively before he chuckled softly, and then replied. "Well, authoritarian might be somewhat of a mild term." "Besides Helen, I am certain, from all that you have told me, the boy will refuse to go." "Dalton, I don't care whether he would want to or not. You take him with you anyway you can and do whatever you want. Just give me back the son I once knew," Helen Sims responded in frustration. "Fine, if you are sure that is the way you want it." Dalton Sims replied. "However, if I am going to take David with me you are not to attempt to contact him at all. And, as a matter of fact, he will not be allowed to contact you." "Is that understood?" Dalton Sims concluded. Helen Sims sniffed, dabbed at her eyes with another tissue, and nodded her head yes. For David Sims, the reality of his mother's agreement with his uncle would hit home sooner than he knew. One minute he was hanging outside the mall smoking a cigarette hoping to score some dope, the next minute everything went black. Now, as he awoke groggily from his unconscious state and looked around, David didn't like what he saw or felt at all. The first thing David became aware of was that he was shackled by his wrists and ankles flat up against a brick wall in what appeared to be some sort of dimly lit, and musty-smelling basement. The next thing David became aware of was that he was totally naked. "Hey, let me the fuck outta here!!" he screamed, as he futilely struggled to free his wrists and ankles from the schakles that restrained them. "I'm not kidding. This is not funny. I am gonna kick someone's ass!" he shouted loudly. For a while longer, David assaulted the air with a verbal barrage of threats, curse words, and more threats, seemingly unheard by anyone. Then, a door on the other side of the room opened and David became speechless. A tall muscular black man, dressed only in black leather pants, and black boots, entered the room. David also noticed that both of the man's nipples were pierced with golden rings. "Who the fuck are you, some damn pervert?" David asked bravely. "You better let me outta here man or there is going to be hell to pay!" he continued defiantly. The figure walked toward him grinning and flashing a set of perfect, white teeth. Wham!! Instantly, David's head turned violently from the blow of the man's hand across his face. David, his eyes watering and defiant, turned his head back and looked at his attacker. "Fuck you man! You better let me loose right now!" David said with an air of defiance. Wham!! Again, the hulking black man slapped David's face. This time, David literally saw stars and could taste the blood from his busted lip. "The first thing you have to learn my pretty white punk is that you only speak when you are told to or allowed to do so." The man said sternly. David, wiping the blood from his lip with his tongue, glared back at the man but this time remained silent. "Good, you aren't such a dumb mother fucker after all," the man said. David wanted to tell him what he could go do to himself but thought better of it. "Ah, I see you have met John!" a somewhat familiar voice said. David's eyes looked toward the door. Then, as the figure came out of the shadows into the light, David was even more astounded. There, clad only in similar black leather pants and black boots, and with gold rings also hanging from his nipples, stood his Uncle Dalton. "Uncle Dalton?" David exclaimed, not quite believing what he saw. "What the fuck is going on here?" David asked. The black man drew his hand back to slap David again. "Let it be for now John!" Dalton ordered. "There will be time enough for that later." Dalton Sims walked over and stood in front of his nephew. "David, I suggest you be a little more polite when talking to your elders," Dalton Sims stated. "We wouldn't want anyone to get mad at you because terrible things could happen if they do!" he said, then reached out and quickly grabbed hold of David's healthy teen balls and squeezed as hard as he could. If they could have, people passing by outside would have heard the piercing screams echo off the basement walls. Dalton Sims eased the pressure somewhat, but retained the vise-like hold on David's nuts, then spoke. "Do you understand me?" Dalton Sims asked his nephew. David, who was panting and gasping for breath and fighting the urge to puke, nodded his head yes. Dalton Sims released his grip on David's balls, and then spoke very softly and methodically. "David, I am only going to tell you this once. You are here as my guest for a while and your mother knows you are here. There is no one that will look for you, miss you, or want to help you. In short, my sexy little punk of a nephew, your ass is mine for the time being. Uh, mine and John's here." David just blinked in disbelief at what he had just heard his uncle say. "Your mother told me about all the trouble, as a matter of fact, she is damn glad to be rid of you for awhile." "So you like to get your cock sucked and you like fucking the shit out of guys huh?" David's uncle then asked. David said nothing. Wham!!! David's uncle backhanded him across the face. "When I ask you a question you little shit you better answer!" David's uncle said seriously. "No! I don't like it," David replied when he had recovered from the force of the blow. "Liar!" His uncle shot back. Dalton's hand reached out and began to work its way over David's tits, nipples, and stomach. David's squirmed to get away in response. But, of course, he couldn't. "You are not going to like it here at first David," his uncle said, as he continued to explore David's body with his hands. "But I can assure you, by the time you leave here you are going to be a changed young man," Dalton said, then pinched David's right nipple as hard as he could. David shrieked in response, while John, who had been standing idly by watching his lover Dalton do his handy work, chuckled. "Yes, my butt-fucking, druggie, crap ass, little nephew. You are going to learn a lot. It is spring and it is spring training time for you my little shit head. And, trained you will be." Dalton Sims said, in an ominous tone, then took both his hands and pinched both of David's nipples as hard as he could. David shrieked again and continued to yelp until his uncle let go. However, those yelps were mild compared what would follow, as Dalton was handed a pair of nipple clamps, which he then promptly fastened to David's nipples. Then as David gasped, yelped, and began panting from the pain, the two men exited the room laughing. David Sims had never known real fear in his life. Yet, he would become acquainted with it very soon. Fortunately, he had no way of knowing, could not have possibly known, what lay ahead for him. Had he known, he would have screamed himself hoarse. To be continued......................................

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Date: 12 Jan 2001 18:56:31 -0000 From: Mikey Subject: Danny - 8 Author's Note: Hey, you found this story on a gay erotic story site, so you ought to know that it contains graphic male-male sex, as well as some light bondage. I hope that it also has a story you will like. If you aren't supposed to read this stuff due to your age or other legal reasons, please don't. This is fiction. The characters are figments of my imagination, not based on any real person. Fantasies don't need protection. Real life does. Play it safe. Otherwise, Enjoy. Mikey *** Rescuing Carlos: A week later, Horace summoned him into the office early in the afternoon. "Your friend Carlos is in the hospital detox ward. Warrants are out for Mack and the man you knew as Jones. You have an interview with the investigators this afternoon. Don't worry about telling the truth. My very well paid lawyers have gotten you witness immunity in return for your testimony. Carlos also. After your interview, James will take you to the hospital to see your friend. When he is released, we will bring him here and decide what to do then. Do you have any questions, Danny?" Danny swallowed, and tried to straighten out everything in his head. "Carlos is bad, sir?" he finally asked. "No, just a slight overdose and a lot of bruises. He'll be all right soon. Apparently, he was not cooperating with them. But before they got too far, the police broke up their little party. His lack of cooperation with the blackmailers really helps his case." Danny sighed in relief. 'Carlos will be okay.' "Thank you, sir." "Danny, I would like to see you tonight after dinner." Danny flushed, remembering what had happened last time his boss took him. He stammered out, "Yes sir. I'll be ready this time. I won't forget anything." He had just finished working off the punishment laps a day before. They had been in addition to the regular workouts and his arms had ached all week. Almost as badly as his cock had. Neither James nor Jose had done anything, but tease him all week. A kiss here, a quick grope, the brush of body to body. But no sex. It wasn't fair. Horace may strap him tonight, but at least he knew that he'd get a good fucking out of it. His eyes lit up with excitement. He blushed harder when James chuckled knowingly. Both James and Horace smiled at the flustered young man. Horace waved a hand at the door in dismissal. "I know you will. Now go take care of business and visit your friend. I will see you at eight." *** Danny watched the battered figure as Carlos slept in the sterile white room. Black and blue bruises spread across the sleeping man's face. His nose was taped and one arm was wrapped in bandages. But he was breathing easily now. Carlos opened his eyes slowly. The room was blurred and moved slightly around him. There was a ghost leaning over him. He whispered hoarsely. "I'm sorry, Danny." The ghost started and it's eyes sharpened. "Carlos? Hey man, how're you feeling?" Carlos swallowed. His throat was dry and hurt. "Thirsty." A straw slid between his battered lips. He sucked in the cold liquid and swallowed eagerly. His eyes began to focus. Danny swam into view. 'Funny, he doesn't look dead.' Carlos thought vaguely. His thoughts sharpened. His hand came up to cup the smooth cheek. It felt real. "Danny?" he asked incredulously. "They said you were gone. Mack told me you got taken care of. That you were causing trouble, and they dumped you." Danny shook his head. "No. I'm fine. I wouldn't have left you, but Mack was gonna get rid of me anyway. I heard him. So I ran away." Carlos smiled wearily, relaxing back against the bed. "When you were gone, it didn't matter anymore. I didn't cooperate with them. That's when they started getting rougher. I was glad you weren't there. Either dead or just gone, they couldn't hurt you any more." Danny touched his friend's cheek gently. "I was trying to get enough money to get you out. So we could get away. Someone found me and helped us. I promised that we would tell the cops what Mack and Jones did." Carlos frowned. "You blabbed?" Danny shook his head. "No. I never was one of Mack's whores. And after what he did to you, I didn't owe him nothing. You don't either. If you back me up, he will go away and not hurt us or anyone else." Carlos stared for a moment, then closed his eyes and nodded. "Okay, Danny. If you're sure." Danny leaned forward. "Thanks, Carlos. I'm glad you're okay." He petted the short dark hair softly as his oldest friend dozed off again. It was three days before Carlos got out of the hospital. *** Horace looked at the uncomfortable young man standing beside Danny. "You are welcome to visit us for a while, Carlos. Joe has your info. If you have to testify, they will know where to find you." Carlos looked at him hesitantly. He wasn't used to charity. "Thank you, sir. I talked to the cop, Joe. He suggested that I do something like join the army and get as far from this city as possible. There's nothing for me here. He took me to the recruiter's office today. I leave first thing next week. If you don't mind me staying 'til then?" Horace shook his head. "Not at all. Danny will enjoy your visit." Carlos turned to his young friend. "Danny, come with me. We can go to basic training and get stationed together. You're in good shape. You'd enjoy it." But before he was done speaking, Danny was shaking his head. "I can't, Carlos. I already checked when Joe told James and me what you were doing. You have to be a high-school graduate. I only went to high school for five days. Just long enough for some of the jocks to recognize me from the streets and decide they wanted their own personal little cocksucker. I walked out at lunch and never went back. I'm staying here." Carlos looked like he wanted to argue. But he recognized the expression on Danny's face and swallowed his remarks. He knew that stubborn expression. Danny would not change his mind. He sighed. "Okay. But you gotta write to me." Danny agreed. That night Carlos lay awake in the comfortable bed in the guest room. He stared at the ceiling and tried not to remember the past month. He couldn't sleep. The door to his room creaked slightly as it opened. Habit made Carlos tense and ready himself. Then he relaxed. He recognized the silhouette in the light from the hallway. It was Danny. Danny slipped up to the figure on the bed. He stopped just out of reach and spoke softly. "Carlos? You awake?" Carlos sat up. "Yeah. What's up?" Danny fidgeted. "Couldn't sleep." Carlos knew what his friend wanted. He thought about it for a moment. Although they had never slept together before Mack trapped them, they had not slept alone since, until Danny disappeared. And during that month, the two boys had become very familiar with each other's bodies. They knew each other in every physical way possible. He smiled, a white flash of teeth in the moonlight. He pulled back the corner of the sheet in an unspoken invitation. Without a word, Danny slipped beneath the cover and cuddled up against his large, warm body. Carlos wrapped his arm around his only friend and pulled him close. Danny's hair was still damp from his shower. Carlos could feel the silky shorts Danny wore against his naked flesh. His cock stirred in memory of Danny and some of the things they had done together. But then he had been drugged. Now he wanted to know what it was like clean and sober. He ran a finger around the elastic waist and murmured softly, "You're wearing too many clothes." Danny started. He had not expected this from Carlos. He had just wanted to be held for a while. Horace had taken him very roughly tonight, and his back and ass ached. Carlos had been reluctant every time they were forced to touch each other by Mack or Jones. "You sure?" he asked in surprise. He was willing, anytime with Carlos. Just surprised. Carlos bent his head and began to kiss his friend. "Yeah." Both large hands went to the waist of Danny's shorts and eased them off. Then he cupped the tight ass in his palms and pulled Danny against his groin, rubbing their cocks lightly against each other. Danny sighed happily and spread his legs enough for Carlos to roll between them. He could feel the heavy weight of Carlos' erect cock lying on his own arousal. He pressed gently into the other's groin. Carlos reached between Danny's legs and began to stroke his balls and hole. He slid one finger into the familiar ass. In and out. Then a second. Danny did not take long to get ready. He stretched to the little nightstand and pulled out a tiny package, tearing it open and rolling it down Carlos's erect cock quickly and easily. Carlos grabbed his cock and pointed at the entrance. He pushed slowly, but steadily. His cock slid into the hot moist canal and began to stroke. Deep, firm lunges that had Danny writhing and gasping beneath him. Danny wrapped his legs around Carlos' waist and braced his hands on the hard chest looming over him. Carlos fucked him steadily. Driving out the vague nightmares of drugged intercourse. Replacing the flawed memories with clear sharp feelings of pleasure. He dipped his head and began to kiss his friend. Nibbling bites and sucking on cheek, ear, mouth, neck, and chest. Danny was aroused very quickly. Carlos' weight pressed his sore back into the sheets. His big hands unknowingly squeezed the welted cheeks tightly with each lunge. Every thrust of his big cock further rasped against the well-used rim of Danny's hole. The pain was almost as overwhelming as the pleasure. But Danny was learning to associate pain with sex and ecstasy. Horace had been carefully guiding him. So now, Carlos never knew how much he was hurting his friend. He would have been horrified to find out. But Danny embraced the burning and savored it along with the pulsing pleasure of his orgasm. Carlos felt Danny stiffen beneath him and the catch in his breath. Then the warm spurt of cum along their stomachs. He smiled. Danny was as quiet as always. It had always sounded so fake when Jones had tried to make Danny grunt and groan for the films. Danny had resisted making any noise until the man had given up. The silent pleasure, the closed eyes and opened mouth ready for his tongue. This was the real Danny that he wanted. He smiled and swooped down on the parted lips. He drove his tongue in and out of the warm mouth at the same time as his ass flexed and drove his cock in and out at the other end of his friend. Soon he groaned and froze, feeling the pump of his cum inside Danny's warm bowels. He sighed and collapsed on the slighter boy. Danny wrapped his arms around Carlos' neck and snuggled into his strong arms. They slowly kissed. Then Carlos rolled off of him and his breathing slowed and deepened. He lethargically pulled off the condom and tied it in a knot, dropping it beside the bed, before sagging back and beginning to breathe deeply and evenly. Danny opened his eyes and looked at his friend. He had secretly wanted Carlos to fuck him like this, holding and kissing, for years now. Always before, the older boy had resisted, just using him quickly and impersonally when the urge grew too strong. Finally, Carlos made love to him, instead of just fucking him because his ass was available. He smiled tentatively. "Thanks, Carlos," he whispered softly to his sleeping friend. "I love you." He curled up into the bigger boy's arms. Carlos did not move. He knew Danny thought he was asleep. He did not want to have to reply. Carlos did not love Danny that way. Just a few weeks ago he would have been outraged by the fag talk, as he would have called it. Then he would have just fucked Danny's ass from behind, so he wouldn't have to see his face. He never would have kissed the other boy. He lay there with his only friend in his arms and thought about what had changed. He had learned who his real friend was. But he knew that he did not love Danny, not that way. Not as a lover. Danny was his only friend, and he enjoyed fucking the lithe young body, but that was all. He sighed and shifted slightly, not disturbing Danny's sleep. He knew he was leaving soon. Danny had a life here now. He was safe. It was time for him to move on. But they could enjoy each other's bodies and still be friends. He slept. *** "Come on, Jose, Danny. Break it up and go get dressed. We're going out tonight." James paused to admire the cute bare ass bent over the edge of the pool. Danny was gasping for breath, leaning on his arms at the edge of the pool. He had been doing laps again. Sometime during his swim, Jose had yanked his suit off. He did that fairly frequently. He enjoyed watching Danny's bare body. Jose was bare also. He stood behind Danny, spreading his cheeks and fully intending to take advantage of the younger man's exhaustion. His cock stood straight out above his shaven balls. He was halfway into Danny's ass when James spoke. He grinned at his supervisor. "Come join us, amigo." James did not argue. He just grinned and pulled off his running shorts, then dived smoothly into the pool. He came up behind Jose with his tongue already out. Jose squirmed and laughed as the big man blew bubbles up into his spread crotch. James lifted him and impaled him on a hard cock, bouncing the other guard on his shaft. Danny rolled over and grabbed Jose's flopping cock, stroking it as James fucked him. "I meant for us to fuck Danny," Jose gasped out between thrusts. James grinned. "You said come join you. I am now joined with you. And so is Danny. You want us to stop?" "No, no. Keep right on. I do not want to spoil your fun." He stopped talking as Danny turned around, holding his cheeks open, and James shoved Jose into the spread and ready ass. They slammed Jose between them, until he cried out and came into Danny. Then James was in the middle, mounting Jose and being fucked by Danny. Afterwards, they all showered together, dressed, and left for an evening out. As they pulled up at the bar, The Bear's Den, Danny hesitated. He knew this place. Even worse, they knew him here. He used to trick out of this bar. He didn't know how James or Jose would react to the greeting he would probably get. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and looked worriedly at James. "Sir. I don't think I should go in with you." James raised an eyebrow. "You're eighteen now. You can come in. You just get to drink soda, since you're driving home." Danny shook his head, looking down at the asphalt. "No sir, it's not that. I used to come here all the time. Someone will recognize me." Jose shrugged. "So? That guy, Mack, is gone now. No one is looking for you any more." Danny frowned and opened his mouth. James overrode his objections. "That's enough. We'll deal with it. No one is going to harass you with me and Jose here also." Danny reluctantly followed them. They entered the bar. It was a rather rough bar. Danny knew most of the patrons were gay. Otherwise he would not have picked up johns here. He hoped there would not be any trouble. But he did have some friends here. As he entered, the bartender saw him. His face lit up. "Hey, Danny. Long time no see. I heard you were off the streets." Danny grinned, "Hi Rodrigo." He started towards the bar. He liked the barkeep. Rodrigo used to slip him a twenty to blow him behind the bar. Then he'd feed him for no charge. Danny did not get any further before he was engulfed by a rug. A very large and furry rug. Long hair met shaggy brows, merged into a full mustache and beard, then flowed into a chest a bear would envy. Danny's slim body disappeared into the embrace of the bar's owner. By the time Danny wiggled free breathlessly, his shirt was loose and his jeans unfastened. Bear frowned at him as the laughing young man started to zip back up. "What're you doing, Danny?" he asked in a disappointed tone. "You didn't come to see me? You got a john already?" Danny shook his head. Bear grinned. At least, James assumed the flash of teeth in the bush was a grin. "Good. Then you come upstairs with me." He reached for Danny again. Danny fended him off with a smile. "No, Bear. I can't. I'm not hustling anymore. I promised my patron." Bear hunched his shoulders and peered through the fur at the slim boy. "You out of the trade? He ain't pimping you none, is he?" "Yeah, I'm out. He's not on the streets at all. Just a business man." A sigh shook the fur. "Pity. Don't suppose you want to celebrate just for old times sake?" Danny shook his head with a grin. "Gave my word, Bear." Bear grumbled, "Hell. I guess it's for the best. Word was out you were scrap for a while. Then Mack left real sudden-like and word was gone again. What happened to your bodyguard? The big kid you used to hang with?" Danny grinned. "Carlos is in the army now." Bear and Rodrigo laughed. "Pity the army. Come on, boy. I'll spring for one on the house." While Danny visited with Rodrigo and Bear, Jose sauntered up. "Hey Danny, who're your friends?" he asked curiously. "Jose, Bear and Rodrigo. Jose works with me." Danny explained. Bear eyed Jose knowingly. "He a friend, Danny?" Danny grinned. He knew what Bear was really asking. "All the way. Try it." The fur rug engulfed Jose. There was a brief sputter. A briefer grunt, and then a long moan. Bear kissed like a wet dream. Jose looked dazed when he came up for air. He did not notice his jeans were open, and his cock had been pulled free of his tiny thong briefs. Bear grinned and hoisted him over one huge shoulder, starting for the stairs in the back. "Hey!" Jose protested faintly, looking at Danny in confusion. He wasn't really objecting. Danny knew how persuasive Bear's kissing and fondling could be. Bear's hand reached up between his legs and stroked. Jose wiggled, but could not get free without effort. He wasn't that willing to try. Danny laughed and said in a suggestive tone, "He's that furry all over, Jose. It tickles really great." Jose stopped wiggling and a look of intense curiosity filled his face. "Really?" He wiggled his bare cock against the strong shoulder and bent over to peer into the fur rug carrying him easily up the stairs. "Tickles? Where?" were the last words that drifted down to the amusement of the bar's patrons who were watching Bear make another conquest. James groaned and smacked Danny on the shoulder good-naturedly. "You just have to encourage him, don't you? Now we'll be here all night. Well, come play pool for a while. Might as well kill the time." Danny looked up innocently. "Yes sir. But Jose did say he was hoping to get laid again tonight." James rolled his eyes. "You know perfectly well he meant to get your ass in bed." Danny grinned, "But what could be more fun than rolling on a rug with a rug? You have no idea how much all that fur tickles between your legs when you shave like Jose and I do." James raised a brow. "Well, maybe he'll show me next time." Danny laughed. James grinned. Upstairs, Jose moaned happily while Bear growled. Danny was right. That tickled wonderfully. ----- Enjoy

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Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2002 11:26:33 EDT From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: Spring Training 10 by Justin Davis (t/t,oral, anal, bond,dom) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between teen males and older males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you can e-mail them to Justin0398@aol.com Spring Training By Justin Davis Chapter Ten For almost an hour, David's captive was subjected to his own private hell on earth. Eventually, such screams of pain came from the teen each time David added another weight to the ball squeezer that they even made David wince. For a time, the screams of Dalton and John's charge in the next room began to blend with those of David's hapless victim to the point that the two youth's were like tenors singing a duet of tortured sounds. Then, when there were no more sounds from the room next door, the only sounds were those of the tortured breathing and panting coming from the teen in David's charge, as he once again steeled his resolve against the terrible pain. Even through the obscurity of the leather hood, David could see that the teen's eyes were closed, his teeth were gritted and his jaws were clenched, in a resolute and stubborn determination to endure. Even though the pain was so intense the teen's body trembled he turned his head, opened his eyes, and looked down at David with his piercing blue eyes. David was stunned. The youth hanging helplessly before him was already enduring more pain than he him self had been able to endure. For a moment, as David pondered what to do next, the resolute teen lost his control and hollered loudly. "Oh fuck! Oh Christ!" he screamed, and again steeled himself against the pain, his panting sounds filling the room. "I think you need time to think things over." David said. "I will leave you alone for awhile, and when I come back, we will continue our little session," he added. David looked at his helpless victim one more time in appreciation of his work so far. The teen's body was covered with a sheen of sweat. Periodically, his body would quiver from the pain. Yet, because of the mixture he had been forced to drink, the teen's seven and one half-inch cock stuck straight out from his ginger-colored pubes. So much pain, and still the teen was rock hard. It did make a bizarre sight. David laughed, and turned to exit the room, leaving his victim dangling helplessly from his chains, his balls in the vice-like grip of the ball squeezer. "Stop! Please stop!" The teen gasped out between waves of pain as David turned to leave the room. David stopped, turned around, and looked at him. "All-all--you had to do-do--was ask, not command!" He said through his sobs of pain. "I will---Uh!---Oh God! ---do what you ask but not what you command!" the teen gasped out. David was stunned. "What?" David asked. "Oh, bloody Christ man! All-all---you have to do was ask!" he said, as tears ran from the eye slits of the black, leather, hood onto his chest. "Oh God it hurts!" he cried out, and tried to raise his legs to get some relief from the terrible pain. . David moved toward him slightly. "Ask me David, ask me what you really want. Ask me please. Don't command me! Oh god oh god!" he sobbed from the pain in his nuts. David was dumfounded. He didn't know quite what to do. He moved closer and looked into the tear-filled, piercing, blue eyes of the teen hanging before him. There was disappointment in those eyes. David could see pain there as well. Yet, there was something else. Something he could not quite put his finger on and it scared him. "Take me down------Oww! Oh god! -uh--uh-and I will show you, the teen finally got out. Cautiously, as if he were the captive not the captor, David moved over and released the lock and lowered his captive so that his feet touched the floor. Then he removed the weights from the ball squeezer, unlocked it, and removed it from the teen's balls. "Ohhhh! Ahhh!" the teen exclaimed in relief. David then reached down and undid the spreader bar, but paused before he undid the manacles that bound the teens writs to the over-head bar. "If this is a joke, I will fucking kill you!" David said seriously. "It is no joke!" The teen replied, then sniffed. David undid his wrists, and in response, the teen began to rub his arms and wrists to try and get back some circulation. Now, they stood face to face as equals. "Ask me David. What is you want me to do?" the ginger-pubed teen said. David didn't know how to respond. He was used to giving commands and having them obeyed like his Uncle John and Dalton. "Is it this David?" the teen asked, and then quickly moved toward David, put his head down to David's left nipple, and began to lick it through the mouth slit of the leather hood. "Oh! Uh!" David exclaimed in response. The teen stopped the licking of David's nipple for a moment. "Or could it be this?" he asked, and again began to lick David's nipple while he put his hand inside the confines of David's black bikini and began to fondle his cock. "Oh! Mmm!" David responded. David's former captive began to eagerly work his mouth over first one of David's nipples then the other. Then, his mouth began to work its way down to David's crotch. Once there, the teen pulled down David's black bikini and began to lick the head of David's stiffening penis. "Suck me!" David cried. The hooded teen stopped licking David's dick for a moment. "That is a command David," the other youth replied, the resumed working his tongue all over the head of David's now hard cock. "Will you suck me?" David responded. Again the teen paused his licking. "That is a question," he responded, and began to run his tongue all along the underside of David's cock head. "Oh Gees! Oh! Please suck me!" David almost cried out in desperation. "That is more like it," the hooded teen replied, then he took David's cock into his mouth and began to suck it knowingly run his tongue over the head. "Oh! Fuck! Ahh!" David moaned in response. While he sucked, the hooded teen took hold of David's hips, and guided both he and David down to the floor, where he began to work on David's cock in earnest. Through the two-way mirror in the next room, Dalton and John, who were both sitting in chairs naked, having their cocks attended to rather handily by the brown-haired teen they had charge of, watched David and the other teen began to kiss and explore each other's bodies. Since at that moment, John was rather occupied pushing down on the head of the brown-haired teen and cramming more of his huge cock down his throat, Dalton was the first to react. "Christ John! He's lost control," Dalton said, and rose from his chair in order to head to the other room. "Hey! Leave him be. It is the first time he has, and it is someone his own age for a change." John replied. Dalton sat back down in his chair. "Yeah, I guess you are right. But we are gonna have to break um up after it's over. Thank god the two are outta here tomorrow." Dalton stated. "David will have to be punished for this." Dalton added. "Mmmmm! That's it baby, suck old John's big black snake for him." John exclaimed, temporarily distracted by the fact that the teen down between his legs had almost three-quarters of his black meat down his throat and was obediently trying to take more. "Dalton. If you punish David for doing what is natural at his age---oh that's good honey suck it---you are going to have to be punished for what you did with that guy we had in here last month," John stated, then groaned at the good feelings the teen was giving his cock. Dalton blushed somewhat at his lover's statement. He had lost it himself with a particularly good-looking Hispanic guest not more than a month ago. It was not something he was particularly proud of, since he was supposed to have been the one in charge, but some times it did happen. "You want some of this?" John asked Dalton, referring to the teen that was sucking him eagerly now. "Nah! I already got to fuck him. You finish up with him." Dalton replied. As the brown-haired teen smacked and slurped, the two men watched the hot scene of David and the other teen unfold before them. It had not taken long for the hooded teen, in the other room, to remove David's leather bikini, nor for both of them to position themselves into an almost frantic cock sucking sixty-nine position. "He is good!" Dalton commented. "Which one? This one or that one?" John asked, making reference to the hooded teen between his legs and the one in the other room. "Both!" Dalton replied, glancing over at the hooded teen between John's legs. Dalton had to admit, even though he had blown his load up the teen's ass just minutes before, he was beginning to get hard again just watching David and the other one in the next room go at it. The heated scene was having its effect on John as well. He now had both his hands on the head of the teen between his legs and was fucking his mouth with increasing rapidity, while in the next room the other hooded teen was on top of David deep-throating him with every downward bob of his head. " I changed my mind. Send him this way when you are through!" Dalton said, as he began to stroke his now hardening cock. The two watched as David climbed over the hooded teen in the other room, put his legs on his shoulders, and began to fuck him. For John, that was all it took. He knew personally what a good fucker David was. David, on the other hand, was somewhat surprised as to how, after only a few thrusts, his entire cock had slipped into the teen beneath him. Even though the teen's ass was tight, he knew immediately this wasn't the first time he had been fucked. "Oh yeah baby!" John hollered out, and began to shoot load after load of hot cum down the throat of the teen between his legs, as he watched the other two through the one-way glass. John let the teen suck him dry, then pulled him off his cock and pushed him toward Dalton. "Get over there and give my man some loving!" John commanded. The kid didn't have to be told twice. He was on Dalton's dick in an instant. "Oh yeah!" Dalton exclaimed. "You are a born cock sucker!" Dalton added, as the teen began to gobble his cock in earnest. The teen didn't have to suck very long, however. The mere sight of David's rabbit-like thrusts, as he plowed the ass of the hooded teen beneath him in the next room, was enough to start Dalton headed over the top quickly. In the next room, David began to feel his hot cum load travel upward to burst free and he looked down, and into, the blue eyes of the teen beneath him. "I am gonna cum man! Real soon!" David said. "Oh god! Do it in me please! It has been so long," the teen beneath him begged. David made several more frantic thrusts, then drove into the depths of the youth beneath him. "Oh yes! Fuck yes!" The teen beneath David screamed, and then self-detonated, all over his stomach, as David filled his ass with blast after blast of his molten hot cum. That sight was all it took to send Dalton over the top. "Uhhh!" he hollered out, and delivered a load down the throat of the same hooded teen, that only moments before, had had to swallow John's mammoth offering. In time, Dalton and John had watched the two in the other room go after it again, as they simultaneously fucked the ass and mouth of the teen in their charge while they watched. Then, when they were done with him, Dalton and John put him in his cell and went and collected the other tired, but strangely happy, teen from the other room. Although David was somewhat embarrassed, and even apologetic, about loosing control. There was no lecture given. "Shit happens some times! Now go clean yourself up and get ready for dinner!" That was all his Uncle Dalton had said. And, David was glad for it. He had just had the best sex he had ever had in his life and he didn't want anything to spoil the good feelings he now had, not that those good feelings lasted for very long. The next day, when David came home from school, he was terribly disappointed to find out that the two teens were no longer Uncle's guests. In fact, for about a week or so David was rather down. But in time, as more "guests" visited, and most of the feelings he felt for the ginger-haired teen began to fade in his mind, David became his old self again. Well, almost. One memory that didn't seem to fade with time for David, was the memory of those blue eyes that had some how looked into his very soul and had made him, not his victim, but the real captive. To be continued...............................

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Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2002 18:01:33 EST From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: Spring Training (03), by Justin Davis (M/t,oral, anal, bond, dom, hum, reluc, ) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a teen male and men. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. The events and characters portrayed in this story are entirely a work of fiction. The reader should interpret nothing in this story as advocating any of the sexual acts or actions contained within the story. Finally, none of my characters usually practice safe sex because they catch only what I want them to. In real life, safe sex is the only way to go. It is smart. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Special thanks to my copy editor David K, without whose help none of these stories would be possible. Spring Training by Justin Davis Chapter Three All in all, the continuation of David's first training session went rather well. For the most part, there was very little trouble from David, after his introduction to the leather crop. In fact, there was almost an acceptance on his part as his uncle had placed a wide leather collar around his neck, and then ceremoniously locked it in place with a tiny silver padlock. And too, there had been hardly more than a grunt from David as his dick and balls were shoved through the wide, gold, cock ring. Yet there were moments of protest, although they had been pointless. David had futilely tried to kick his legs, then wreathed and squealed like a girl, as his Uncle Dalton had expertly pierced his nipples, then his navel, and then inserted the gold rings through them. Then, of course, there had been the crying, the begging, and the futile attempt to avoid the inevitability of the butt-plug that was implanted up his ass. David had screamed loudly as the oversized butt-plug was inserted up his shit-chute, even though Dalton took special care. Yet, once the pain began to fade, David hung there staring in wide-eyed disbelief, his Uncle Dalton and John poking fun at him, as his cock again quickly engorged itself to its full eight-inch length, and began to ooze pre-cum. Now, as he lay on the bed in his jail cell-like room, three days after his first training session, David was already coming to some realizations about his situation that he wasn't sure he wanted to admit. First of all, he had come to the realization that there was very little he could do to protect himself, other than obey his uncle and his lover John. That had become clear to him the moment he had hesitated to put on the specially made leather thong-bikini briefs he now wore that held the butt-plug firmly in place. John had picked up the leather strap off of the table and had struck David so hard across his nuts that he had doubled over in pain, fell on his hands and knees, and puked up what his stomach still held of his breakfast. Fortunately for David, the leather briefs had a zipper in the front, which for the time being remained open, so that David's cock could hang out through the fly and he could urinate. But, the fact that his wrists were still manacled to his sides didn't make it any easier than before. If that wasn't humiliating enough, the fact that he had to eat his food with his face like a dog, and had to bang on the door with his feet, in order to get Dalton's or John's attention so he could take a crap, was difficult for David. If you added to that the fact that he had to stand there, while one of the men helped him out of the leather briefs, then removed the butt plug, and then stood by while he took a shit, well it was just down right demeaning. Even more mortifying was the fact that he had to ask permission, once he sat on the toilet, to let go with his bowels. Secondly, David had become somewhat horrified at his reactions toward the end of the first session. Even though he still had some tenderness in his nipples and navel from the piercing and insertion of the gold rings, David had found himself actually beginning to enjoy Dalton's and John's hands as they began to tweak at the rings and apply their hands and mouths erotically to other parts of his body. Quite frankly, David had hung there and oozed pre-cum like a leaky faucet as the men had done so. Then, as each of the men took turns orally teasing his cock, David had wanted to cum so bad he could have screamed. And, when John took a large white feather and began to tease his erect cock, well it was just too much. David had screamed about his need to cum at the top of his lungs. Of course, that was denied him. That denial, and his reaction to it, was something that had David confused. After all, he wasn't a fag like his Uncle Dalton and John. He didn't care anything about guys, except to get a blowjob from one or fuck some kid who wanted it up his ass. There was no way he was queer like the two men who held him captive. David knew that for a fact. Quite frankly, if David had known the real purpose of the butt-plug, and the details of his second training session, he would not have been nearly as smug as he was when he drifted off to sleep. There was no way David had it all figured out. Not a way in hell! In what seemed like too short a time, David awakened to the sound of the door being unlocked, turned his head toward the door, and eyed his uncle carefully as he entered the room, walked over, and put a plate of what looked like beef stew on the table. "Here is your food kid," his uncle said, then pulled the only chair out from under the table and sat down. David swung his feet over to the sides of the bed, got up out of the bed, and slowly walked toward the table on which the plate of stew lay, his gait somewhat different with the large butt plug in his ass. "Come here!" David's uncle commanded. David cautiously approached his uncle, and then noticed he had a key his hand. "I think we can dispense with the cuffs for now," Dalton said, then unlocked each of the manacles in turn, thus releasing David's wrists from the leather belt. "Now take the belt off and hand it here," his uncle commanded. David unfastened the belt around his waist, removed it, and then held it out to his uncle. Uncle Dalton took the belt and laid it on the floor beside the chair in which he was sitting. "Well, eat your food kid, we ain't got all day," David's uncle said. David walked over to the table picked up the plate, and began to eat the stew with his fingers. "When you have earned the right, you will get some utensils to eat with. Until then, I am sorry buddy boy but your fingers are the best you are goanna get." his uncle stated flatly. Dalton waited patiently and eyed David as he hungrily gobbled down the plate of stew. After all, he and John had no intentions of starving David to death. As a matter of fact, if anything, David would need all his energy over the next week or so of training. When David had finished his uncle spoke again. "Okay, get out of your briefs, and come here and bend over," his uncle said. David pulled the leather briefs down to his ankles and stepped out of them. He had no idea what his uncle had in mind, but as long as doing what he was told made it easier on him he wasn't going to question anything. David walked toward the few steps toward where his uncle sat and stood there. "Okay, turn around, bend over, and spread your ass cheeks," his uncle commanded. David did as he was told and his uncle reached out and unceremoniously pulled the butt-plug from David's rectum. "Ahhh!" David hollered at the quick removal. Bent over as he was, David couldn't see the smile on his uncle's face as his Uncle stared appreciatively at the pink recesses of David's asshole. However, David could sense that his asshole felt like it was wide open. Just then, John entered the room carrying what looked like a large plastic bucket with a rubber hose attached, in one hand, and the now familiar leather strap in the other. "Okay kid, turn around, and bend over the table," his uncle ordered. David eyed John, looked at the strap, and did as he was told. "We need to do a little clean out work before the next session," David's uncle stated. Dalton took the bucket from John, held it up, and then inserted the end of the rubber hose, which John had already lightly lubed, easily into David's rectum. "Ummhh!" David grunted in response. David's uncle then released the clamp and warm water began to flow into David's insides. "Ahhh!!" David exclaimed, as he felt the warm water rush into him. "Clamp those butt cheeks tight!" his uncle commanded. "You are not to spill a drop. If you do, John here will use the strap," his uncle stated. At first, it wasn't much more than the rush of the warm water that had startled David. Now he became more alarmed than startled as the water continued to flow into him. David was getting the overwhelming urge to shit. David's uncle could tell by the squirming actions of David's body that that was the case. "Don't you let go you little fucker!" his uncle commanded sternly. John walked around and stood in front of David, leather strap in hand and ready to strike. David looked at the strap and clenched his ass cheeks even tighter in an effort to keep the water inside him from leaking out. "Oh God!" he cried aloud as his stomach began to cramp. "Just awhile longer." David's uncle replied. After what to David seemed like an eternity, Dalton closed the clamp on the hose and the flow stopped. "Now walk over to the toilet, sit on it, but don't let go!" his uncle ordered. "And remember, not one drop!" his uncle added threateningly. Carefully, his butt clenched tight, David inched toward the toilet, sat down upon the seat, and then looked helplessly at his uncle and his lover John. The cramps became worse and David's face began to contort. "Oh fuck!" David exclaimed and doubled over with the pain. "Not one single drop kid or John uses the strap." David's uncle warned. David's body broke out in a sheen of sweet, as he sat on the toilet and held everything in. "Don't you have something to ask me?" his uncle questioned. With his gut about to burst, and cramping so badly he knew he would have to let go any second, it didn't take David long to figure out what he was supposed to ask. "May I take a shit sir?" he hollered out. Dalton and John looked at each other and smiled, and then Dalton turned back toward David, who was sitting on the toilet with a total look of desperation and pleading on his face. "Yes you may!" Uncle Dalton replied. Immediately David let go and the room was filled with the sound of gushing water, as David's guts purged themselves of their contents. Twice more David's uncle repeated the process until David's insides were thoroughly clean. Then, when he was satisfied, he handed David the butt plug. "Put it in!" David's uncle commanded. David took the butt plug from his uncle, squatted, and then began to insert the plug gently back into his still tender asshole "Put it in now!" his uncle shouted loudly and threateningly. David slowly pushed the tip of the put plug into his butt. "Ow!" he exclaimed, as the plug entered about an inch. "It hurts! I'll get it in but I gotta go slow!" David commented, as he tried to easily wiggle the butt plug up his hole. They had let him take his time reinserting the butt plug before. "Why not now?" David wondered. "John. I think he needs a little help." David's uncle said. John raised the leather crop to strike a blow. David quickly jammed the entire butt plug into himself. "Unnh! Oh!! David shouted, as the butt-plug lodged itself up his ass. "Now take it out!" David's uncle commanded. David just looked at his uncle with a puzzled expression. "I said take it out." Dalton said harshly. Still squatting, David pulled the butt plug from his ass. "Uh!" he exclaimed, as the large plug popped out. "Now put it back in and do it right this time," his uncle ordered. David took hold of the butt plug, and in one motion, jammed the entire thing up his shit chute. "Oh! Ow! God!" he exclaimed, and fell over onto the floor curled up in response to the pain. David's uncle nodded approvingly in response. It seemed as though the boy was beginning to follow orders rather well. In fact, there was very little resistance as David was led from his room down the hall to a different room than the one before. However, when the door was opened and they began to enter the room the struggle began. Although there were many objects in the room, it was the object in the center of the room that had immediately caught David's attention. It was a metal table about two feet wide and about three feet or so long. David had almost instantly noticed that there was a manacle on each one of the legs of the table, and quickly and correctly concluded that whomever was leaned over the table and shackled to it would be totally helpless to defend themselves. David tried to turn and run. Quickly, Dalton's lover, John, grabbed David in his muscular arms, and although David struggled and kicked wildly to try and get away, he was no match for the muscular black man. John picked David up and carried him, while David kicked and cursed, over to the table, then unceremoniously threw him face down on it with such violent force that David had the wind knocked out of him. As David gasped and sputtered to regain his breath, Dalton and John attached David's hands and feet to the legs of the table. Now, quite simply, David was helpless. David began to whimper, and then started to cry, as he watched his uncle and John remove their boots and then their black leather pants. David knew deep down inside that something he wasn't going to like was about to happen. Unfortunately for David, he was absolutely correct. To be continued............................

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Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2001 17:31:16 +1100 From: Vostock 1 Subject: While Our Parents Were Away The attached is a incident which took place between my step-brother and I several years ago. I look forward to hearing your comments, e-mail me at vostock2@hotmail.com WHILE OUR PARENTS WERE AWAY My mother and father divorced when I was young. When I was 14 my mother remarried. Along with my new stepfather came my new stepbrother, Jason, I hated him instantly. Jason was a year older than I was, and a lot bigger. He quickly assumed the role of the older brother, threatening to kick my ass if I didn't not do exactly what he said. Jason was extremely athletic, always lifting weights and playing football with his buddies. Even though I was captain of the soccer team and quite athletic myself, I had no doubt that Jason could take me in a fight, so I was stuck taking his orders. I considered Jason my rival, and though I hated him, I couldn't help be attracted to him. He was very handsome and cocky, he had dark brown hair and a hard muscled body that showed his dedication to sports and lifting weights. Jason was quite the ladies man, dating different girls each week, and bragging to his buddies about the ones he had fucked. Every morning started the same way-Jason coming into my room and giving me my "marching orders" for the day. He treated me like his own personal slave. This particular morning was no different for the others. When Jason came into my room, I could tell he had been working out. The smell of his sweat filled the room. He was only wearing an old pair of shorts with no underwear, and I tried not to stare at the outline of his huge cock or his beautiful bubble butt. While Jason was in my room, our conversation turned to girls. He told me that most of his girlfriends didn't like to give him head because his dick was too big. I could tell by the lump in his shorts he was not lying. Jason got up and said he was going back to his room to workout some more. As he left my room I could have sworn he muttered under his breath, "I bet you could suck my dick with no problem". I was shocked by what I thought I had heard, I had never thought about having sex with another guy before, but there was something about Jason. Maybe it was the way he ordered me around, or maybe it was his perfect body and face. Whatever it was, it made me want him, and that morning I jerked off thinking what it would be like to blow my stepbrother. When our parents went away on vacation that summer, Jason and I were left on our own. The first night Jason had a party, and took pride in showing his friends how he could order me around. My job was to make sure everyone had a beer, and to clean up the mess everyone made. At one point Jason grabbed my ass and said to his buddies, "I wish I could find a chick with an ass like this" This evoked a lot of laughs and embarrassed the hell out of me. The party died down around 1 AM, and his friends departed. After everyone had left, Jason started pushing me around and telling me to get the mess cleaned up. He was pretty drunk, and I had had enough of his bullshit, so I said "Fuck OFF" That was a big mistake! Even drunk, Jason was a lot stronger than I was. He got up and grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. "What did you say?" he snarled in my ear. Bravely, or perhaps stupidly, I said "Fuck Off", again. This enraged Jason, and I thought he was going to rip my arm off. I pleaded with him to let me go. I kept saying, "Please let go, I'll do anything, anything" "What will you do?" snarled Jason, as he twisted my arm even more. I could feel his cock pressing against the crack of my ass, and I knew what he wanted to hear. "I'll blow you" I blurted out, half in fear and half in lust. Jason released my arm and spun me around, staring at me with a wicked grin on his face. "You'll do more than blow me" he said He ordered me to march into his room, and I did as he said. He was right behind me as I walked down the hall, saying "It's time you learned who is boss around hear." When we got in his room, he started to undress. He was gorgeous, his body was almost completely hairless, except for a light dusting around his balls and cock. His cock was had to be almost 10 inches, and it was hard as a rock, sticking out from his body at an angle. I looked at his huge cock and I couldn't help wonder what he had planned for me. Jason sat on his weight bench and told me to get undressed. While I stripped off my clothes, Jason just sat there and watched me, all the while stroking his huge cock and chuckling wickedly. As I pulled off my boxers and turned to face him, he smiled and said, " Not bad, not bad at all" He ordered me to get on my knees and he said " Now we're going to see if you can take all of this dick down your throat". With that he grabbed my head and slammed my mouth onto his cock. I could hardly get it into my mouth, not only was his cock long, it was also thick, but it tasted great. I started working the giant mushroom head, but Jason had other ideas. Holding onto my head, he forced more of his dick deep into my mouth. I started to gag, but Jason was unrelenting. He moaned and said "Your mouth is so hot, Yeah buddy, take it deeper" I began to relax and get into it, and I was able to take more of his monster down my virgin throat. I was making my stepbrother very happy, he just kept pushing himself in and out of my mouth. The whole time he was talking, saying how good I was and how no girl had taken as much of his dick. Jason started to speed up and I knew he was getting close. When I tried to pull off his dick, he shoved me back onto his cock. "Oh no you don't. You worked for this load and now you're gonna drink it" he said. The first shot caught me off guard, but I had no choice but to swallow. He kept shooting spurt after spurt, saying, "Yeah buddy, swallow it, take that load" I didn't think he would ever stop, but eventually he did. When he was done, I gave his cock one last suck, and then pulled off. I thought Jason was finished, but I was mistaken. Jason stood up, his cock still hard as a rock, and he pulled me up onto the weight bench. He ordered me to lie face down on the bench, with my legs straddling it. Jason went to his dresser and retrieved a tube of what I would later find out was KY. Almost immediately, I felt his callused hands roughly pulling my asscheeks apart. He leaned over me and whispered into my ear, " I can' wait to break my little brother in" Before I could move, I felt a greased finger enter my virgin hole. I couldn't help but squeal. "Fuck, are you ever tight" exclaimed Jason, as he added a second finger to my ass. He started to move his fingers in and out, finger fucking my hole, my cock was inexplicably rock hard. Abruptly Jason pulled his fingers out and announced it was time for the real thing. I protested and begged for mercy, but he was having none of it. "Your butt was made for fucking, just relax and enjoy the ride" He pushed the huge head into my ass, it hurt like hell. I couldn't believe the pain, and I screamed and tried to break free. Jason pinned me to the bench and whispered into my ear " Relax buddy, you know you want it" It didn't take long for him to cram every inch of his cock into my ass. Jason sure knew how to fuck, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in with powerful strokes. He kept a steady stream of chatter going as he fucked me, telling me hot my ass was and how good his cock felt. He was fucking me so hard, my cock was rubbing against the pad of the weight bench, bringing me close to orgasm. He continued to fuck me with all his strength and I could feel his low hanging balls slapping against mine. Before I realized what was happening, my body tensed as the first wad of cum shot out of my dick, making my ass muscles contract. This was enough to push Jason over the edge. "I can feel it, I'm gonna shot any second", he shouted. He fucked me harder and faster, slamming his dick into me. "I'm coming, I'm coming" he grunted, as wave after wave of nut juice blasted into my battered hole. When he was finally done, Jason collapsed across my sweaty back, crushing me with his massive muscles. Eventually he pulled off me, and his cock popped out of my ass. I stood up, and attempted to walk away, but then he saw my cum splattered on his weight bench. Jason grabbed me by my hair and ordered me to clean it up with my tongue. I was too tired and sore to resist, so I licked up every drop of my load. The rest of the week that our parents were away, Jason fucked me morning and night. He was insatiable, he still fucked his girlfriends, and me, and he always wanted more. When our parents got home, they were happy to see we were getting along so well. Even now, 6 years later, Jason still orders me around, but I know better than to say no.

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Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2001 04:49:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Jay Cee Subject: The Construction Stud Foreman, part 1 Construction Stud Foreman, part 1 of ? MM, oral, anal, hairy, reluctant The usual warnings apply to this story. If your are under age or are offended by homosexual sex, go to a different web site. Hey horny bad boy!! I was reading through the archives of the gay tales yahoo group and I got excited by the story "Construction Site Foreman". It was told from the perpective of the foreman. Well, I think the story needs to go a little bit further and told from the view of the scrawny college kid. Here goes...... I got kicked out of college for sucking cock. The football coach discovered me helping out the star quarterback. It wasn't my fault. The stud just wouldn't keep his mouth shut when he started to cum. Moaning and groaning, I knew someone would hear him. But damn, his jock cum tasted good. He got a slap on the wrist, I got kicked out. So, now I need a job and since I don't have much experience, I'm desperate. I signed up at the employment agency, not expecting anything. But I got a call and was told to go to this construction site. I didn't know what to wear and didn't know what I was going to be doing either. I didn't think I could hammer any nails or be too physical. I'm tall, 6 feet, but thin, 160 or 165, kind of pale skin, still some acne on my face, hardly any body hair, except for a good bush around my dick and balls. So, I show up at 7:15 am, hoping to make a good impression by being early, but the foreman lays into me right away. What kind of kids are we hiring these days? Scrawny babies? He tells me to move that stack of lumber to the foundation and then he starts yelling at me cause I can't pick up 15 boards at a time. I mutter below my breath that the big hairy ape should just give me a chance. Shit, the fucker doesn't even let me try! Then he starts in on me about not even looking like a man. That I'm a faggot cocksucker. Damn, he's got me pegged. But, I've promised myself to play it straight since I need this job and the money. Then Mr. Douglas unbuttons his shirt and starts to tell me to look at a real man. Well, fuck!! He is a real man, big broad chest covered in thick black hair. Shit, I can't even see his nipples. The hair grows out to the sides of his chest and stomach, no trail to his belt, just fur. He flexes his arms and the biceps pop up and he's got veins everywhere. Shit, why is he doing this? Damn, I getting a fucking hardon. I've got on my best jeans and they're tight, so it doesn't take much to show my hardening dick. And of course the foreman sees it. Now he says that he knows what kind of work I can do. He turns and motions me to follow him to the office trailer on the edge of the construction site. Damn, Mr. Douglas even has hair on his back and his jeans are fucking tight. Shit, that is a hot ass! Inside, he turns around and starts to open his jeans, grinning at me. In a closed in space I begin to smell his scent, sweaty and masculine, and as the he unzips the crotch and pulls his dick out, I start to get a bit dizzy. That is the smell I have always been attracted to and that is why I volunteered to be the team's trainer in college. Get on ur knees, boy, he orders. I am there, quickly. Pressing my face into his crotch, licking his dick and balls, tasting his precum. He keeps talking shit about faggots this and faggots that. But I'm not listening, I'm sucking cock. I reach up and pull his jeans down to his ankles and then start to unlace his work boots. He gets my drift and he quickly sheds his boots and his jeans. He is one hairy motherfucker, top to bottom, coal black hair. It even grows on his dick shaft and it is one fine dick, 8.5 or 9 inches long and lots of foreskin, a big sack of hairy bull balls hanging between his legs. "Yeah, cocksucker, suck my dick, lick my balls." He's talking more about his wife and why she don't suck him and why he and I are going to be getting along real well. I am still not listening to him much. I'm sucking cock. Then he surprises me, he tells me to lick his ass hole. Fucking A! That's another of my favorite things. He bends over the desk and spreads his legs. Did I mention the hair on his body? Damn, his ass cheeks and crack were covered too. "Eat my butt, boy. Lick that crack and get ur tongue deep inside. Clean me out with that slut tongue!" Damn, the dude was verbal, cussing, and helling, wiggling his manly ass. I learned early what to do to make him happy. Rubbing my face up and down that sweaty crack, licking the cheeks, sucking his balls, stroking my hands all over his legs and back, ducking up under him to suck that big dripping cock. But it was one time when I was sucking his cock, that I learned something else about him. I accidently stuck my finger inside his asshole. He jumped about a mile, started cussing me real mean, telling me to get that faggot finger out of him, telling me his was no butt ranger, just to eat and suck him off. Hmmm, that was interesting! Cause his dick was telling me a whole different story, it got longer and thicker and Mr. Douglas was wiggling his ass back on my finger. I pulled my finger out only to jam it back in a minute later when I was eating his hole again. He cussed a blue streak, but didn't tell me to pull it out. That's when I knew I was in control. I pulled my face and finger out of his dripping hole and told him to get on the floor on all 4's. A change of pace and i could pleasure him better. He didn't seem to notice the tone of my voice. Damn, what a site! I took a minute to memorize that stud body. I didn't figure I'd get another opportunity. I quickly shed my clothes too. My dick was rock hard and dripping. Now I might be a scrawny kid, no muscles to speak of, but I was blessed with one muscle that counted for a whole lot in this situation. My dick was 10 inches long and pretty thick. And I had seduced alot of studs in my few years. In fact, the real reason the college quarterback was yelling so loud was because I was fucking his ass. And it wasn't pain he was yelling about. He was begging for it harder and deeper up that tight jock man ass! And I wasn't disappointing him. Well, back to Mr. Douglas on his hands and knees. Now don't get ahead of me.......grin! I got back behind him and lowered my face in his crack and stuck my tongue deep inside. He started to buck back into my face. I next pushed my finger in deep, alternating tongue and finger. Mr. Douglas wasn't cussing anymore, he was moaning and groaning. I moved up on top of him, reached around his chest and started to stroke all the fur and pinch his nipples. My cock was laying on his back, leaking my own river of precum. If he felt my cock, he gave no indication. Now I was licking his ears and telling him what a hot man he was and how turned on he was making me. I drug my cock up and down his back a few times, streams of precum coating his hairy sweaty back. I rolled to the side and licked him clean. And then I rolled him over and started to lick his pits, his nipples and that furry chest. I don't think he had ever been taken care of like this. One of his hands was stretched out to the side and just happened to be between my legs. I started to rub my cock through his palm. Shit, he tightened his grip on me. Damn, it felt good. I dropped my balls into his hand and then put my ass on his hand. He was starting to get into the act. A rough finger started to play with my crack. At the same time, I moved from his chest down to his cock and balls. And I stuck my finger up his ass too. Now we were both fingering ass. His finger was just exploring, mine was finger fucking. It didn't take him long to lift his legs into the air and start to moan again. I added a second and a third finger, stretching him open, getting him ready........ His hand was on my dick now, and it finally registered in his dazed brain that this scrawny kid was hung like a fucking horse. I felt movement, Mr. Douglas lifted his head to look at my cock. "Shit, kid, where'd you get such a big cock?" I told him I stole it had it sown on. He seemed to like that cause he chuckled a good hardy laugh. I told him I wanted him on his hands and knees again. That I liked eating his man ass that way the best. Damn, he had that hot man ass pointed at the ceiling in no time. Legs spread, hell, he even reached back and spread his furry cheeks for me. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to FUCK that manly ass. And whether he knew it or not, he was in prime man fucking postion. I ate him a few more minutes and fingered him some more. He was wide open, dripping wet. I climbed on his back again, but instead of moving toward his head, I slipped my cock down his ass crack. Fuck, I like the feel of that ass fur on my dick. He grunted once, maybe startled, but there was no stopping me now. I pulled back, lined up, and started to push my cockhead into that steamy virgin ass. God, he was tight. The little muscle I did have I needed now to stretch that ass open and punch my cock deep inside. I watched that ass hole open up and swallow my cock fuckin' hole. I felt a tremor pass through his body, he grunted, and then he started to cuss me again. Called me a faggot cocksucker, telling me to get off of him, let him up. I was NOT getting off of him so quick. I pulled back and punched another couple of inches into him. I had 8 inches inside that construction stud's hairy ass and I was going for broke! Now, Mr. Douglas started to try to crawl away from my fuckin dick. Moaning and groaning, telling me to get my fuckin cock away from his ass hole. Telling me I was splitting him open, wretching him. Yeah, right. We were now up against a wall of the trailer office, my cock still buried up inside him. Now, I started to fuck, hard and deep, all the way in, grinding my thick bush against him, then all the way out. Sometimes I would lean down and kiss his puckered man pussy hole before I would slam back in, all the way in, deep. I even started to slap that ass, getting the cheeks bright red and tender. I leaned over his back, one hand on his chest, and the other on his cock. His HARD COCK! The fucker was getting fucked and enjoying it. I started to whisper in his ear again. Telling his what a sweet pussy he had and how I was going to fill him up with cum. So much cum that it was going to drip out of him all day long, that he was going to be shitting my cum for several days. I told him to start fucking back on my cock. To start participating. I leaned back, pulling my cock half way out of his wide open ass. Damn, if he didn't start to fuck back and wiggle himself on me. His big cock, hard and dripping, swinging back and forth. One more position change. I pulled out, told him to get on his back and raise his legs up against his chest. He did, hell, almost eagerly it seemed. I slammed back into him. He grunted, his cock leaking, forming a pool in his navel. I had his legs pinned against his chest, freeing his hands and he put them on my ass, pulling me into him. I ducked down and stuck me tongue in his mouth. My final act of taking him down! My tongue down his throat, my dick up his ass, his hands on my ass pulling me into him. I pulled back and started to really slam in and out, harder and deeper, telling him I was fucking his pussy, his man pussy. His big hairy ass wide open, deep drilling him, gonna fuck the cum out of him, out of his fuckin man balls. The dirty talk was getting to him and me. My balls were drawn up, getting ready to fire, getting ready to breed this big hairy MAN! My fuck strokes were getting irregular and then before I could cum, he yelled out real loud and his cock started shooting cum everywhere. In his face, in his open mouth, his hair, the wall, high in the air and all over me. And fuck, did that ass tighten down on my cock. That was all I needed. I launched a fuckin cum bomb up his ass. Shaking and crying and cumming, and thrusting, and cumming. I felt my cum leaking out of his ass onto my balls. I lay on his sweaty, cumy chest for a while, trying to catch my breath, my wilting dick still deep inside the construction stud's asshole. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." I couldn't quit saying that word. I pulled my dick out of his ass and stood up. Taking a moment to memorize that scene once more. I turned to dress and leave. My hand was on the door knob, about to leave the trailer and the job site, when I heard him grunt and start to push himself off the floor. He was so drained and dazed, he fell back. "Kid? Help me up, please?" So I walked back over to him and helped him up, wondering the whole time if now he was going to beat me into a pulp. Then he asked me to help him into the bathroom/shower. So, I did. Mr. Douglas was swaying and weak kneed. "What can I do to help you, sir?" Well, did you want me to fuck and run? "Just let me lean here against the sink for a few minutes, kid." So, I propped him up and then held him steady. His head down, legs spread a little bit, sweat running down his back, down his crack, disappearing inside that thick ass hair. I looked at him in the mirror, he had his eyes closed, sweat and cum dripping off his handsome, masculine face. Then I heard a strange noise, a splatt, splatt, splatt, of something dripping into a puddle. I looked down between his legs and saw my cum leaking out of his hole and dripping onto the floor. Damn, my balls tingled and my dick jerked a little bit. It was so nasty and yet so exciting to know that I put that cum there and that Mr. Douglas had never been fucked before. My cock getting hard again, I knelt between his legs, spreading his cheeks, and I started to lick that leaking asshole. I felt the big man jerk a little bit. "Damn, kid! That's fuckin nasty. Quit it." I hadn't listened to him all morning, why start now? I buried my face into his crack, licking and sucking his puckered asshole. I knew he couldn't resist the feelings and before long he was leaning over, chest on the sink, legs spread and even his hands spreading his cheeks wide again. I was turning the big man on again, helping him over his first fuck, and by a scrawny college kid a quarter his size! Damn, he tasted good. I couldn't get enough, eating and chewing, and biting his hole. I took a breath and saw good signs of his cock hardening up. Damn, I didn't think this stud would be able to get it hard again for a day or two at least. I guess there is just something about man to man sex that turns these big hairy men on! ------------------------------------------------------------ Well, guys, this is the end. Should I end it here? This is my first attempt at an erotic gay fuck story. I am sure there are a few mispelled words, please don't hold it against me. grin Comments and suggestions are welcome. Does Jake Douglas get so turned on that he begs for more cock? Does the college kid even have a name? Maybe one of the construction crew discovers what has been going on all morning in the site trailer. cowboycliff1@yahoo.com

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Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2024 16:56:51 +0100 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Barney's Confessions of a Wannabe Gay Sex Slave 7-8 Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults interested in homosexual erotica. If that is not something that you wish to read then go no further. All characters and situations are fictional, though hopefully plausible, and grounded in reality. The work published here is all my own with all rights reserved. The author is based in the UK so the diction reflects this but my stories involve characters of different ethnicities and many are set in locations outside the UK. My thanks go to Nifty for all the pleasure the Archive has given me over the years and for the opportunity to bring my writing efforts to the attention of those who share my particular erotic interests. Readers are encouraged to make a donation to keep the archive going for many more years. As always, feedback both critical and complimentary is welcome via e-mail to: barneybumpkin@gmail.com. Please don't contact me with commercial requests or advertising. Hope you enjoy Barney Summary In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man. After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies. However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other. Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise. Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master. Reader's Comments on Barney's previous work "I enjoyed reading your story. It is well-written, with good pace and detail. The theme is imaginative and so hot." "I want to let you know how much I'm enjoying your latest story. Not only is it incredibly horny (I cum every time I read an instalment) but I love the way you're slowly ratcheting things up in an entirely believable fashion." "Your splendid writing has blown my mind and my cock!" Chapter Seven After he'd left, I slid off the blindfold and looked up at the clock as I wiped myself down. No doubt about it, I was definitely Ram's lunchtime fuck. The whole encounter was over within the hour - twelve till one. There was no time wasted on pleasantries, indeed, he never uttered a single word throughout, even when I had interceded to free my genitals to prevent the cord from castrating me. In my infatuation, I had rendered myself so available to him that words were no longer necessary - other than a five-syllable message telling me when he was free and a few brief sentences giving me instructions on what to wear and what position to adopt prior to being fucked! Ram knew he could get away with doing virtually whatever he liked with me. Ranging from stripping me naked, leading me around on all fours as though I was his dog and having me kiss his feet, to sucking his cock deep throat, licking his balls and rimming his ass. Following which, he was free to fuck me mercilessly in whatever position and location he chose. He had also witnessed me achieve orgasm in the most demeaning ways imaginable, cumming whilst sucking on his big toe and being trampled beneath his sneaker-covered feet! In addition, I had permitted him to take pics of much of the above with no strings attached! My worry was that, due to my eagerness to please him, I had made myself such an easy lay that Ram was now less likely to give me the sort of domination I was seeking from him and would treat my pleas for him to indulge my particular sexual fetishes and fantasies with disdain. The joke was, if I was now to be fucked in silence and denied the pleasure of seeing the Indian lad I fancied so much, I had no way of knowing for certain if it was actually him who was fucking me! Save maybe for the size of his dick and the distinctive taste and odour of his bodily secretions! But on the other hand, this degree of anonymity also made it all the more humiliating for me, as it was akin to me offering myself to all-comers. If this pattern was repeated in the future what was to prevent the mischievous lad sending a friend (or indeed anyone) around to fuck me in his place, on the basis that if I could get off on being trampled on by the dusty undersides of a guy's shoes, why should it matter so much who was wearing them? There was also nothing to stop him making use of the humiliating pics he had taken of me to offer my subbing services to his mates or indeed, anyone on the dating website who showed an interest in fucking me! Amazingly, even whilst I was mourning the loss of the pleasure of seeing Ram's handsome face and slender brown body ever again, I was fantasising about being loaned out by him to be used and abused by others. A thought that instantly gave me a hard-on! However, I couldn't help resenting that the bulk of our encounters continued to be taken up by a prolonged session of cock-sucking followed by him briefly dry-fucking me, after which he buggered off as quickly as possible! It seemed grossly unfair that my satisfaction was mostly restricted to anticipation for a few hours or days before we met, wanking off over it afterwards, and just a few brief moments of bliss during it, when I was allowed to pleasure myself and cum in my young master's presence. Whereas he seemed to get everything he desired, including the ego-boost of having a physically larger and more muscular white guy, who was both older and more accomplished than him, obey him unquestioningly and whimper for mercy in response to whatever pain or humiliation he chose to inflict on him. I doubted many women or even gay guys, would be prepared to go along with such an arrangement for very long to please a man, however handsome or charismatic he might be! But maybe I was deceiving myself! The truth was, I was prepared to endure a great deal of unpleasantness and pain along the way in order to fulfil my long-suppressed desire to become the sexual plaything of a guy I fancied, so long as he knew how to turn me on. At least Ram had shown himself willing to humour my desire for him to choose my clothes for our meets, had indulged my liking for outdoor sex and had not balked at tweaking my nipples to excite me. He had also, at least to date, always ensured I managed to reach orgasm before he left and had not chosen to impose chastity on me between our meets, which I knew more controlling masters were prone to do! However, given his limited experience of SM, I had worries about him getting it wrong again, as he had today by stopping the blood-flow to my nipples and genitals for so long that he risked doing me permanent damage - especially if in future I was bound and gagged and not in the position to either object or intervene. Plus, I was not entirely convinced that the youngster was able to distinguish between my liking for humiliation and a liking for pain or that between being sexually dominated and sexually abused! So, before we met again, I decided I needed to explain my reasons for stepping out of role and expand upon a few things that had only been touched on in my on-line profile, to encourage the lad to add more variety to our sex play and mould him into becoming the simultaneously ruthless and loving master that I dreamt about. By the time I was done, I ended up sending Ram not only by far the longest message I had sent him to date, but also a more candid description of my sexual turn-ons than I had ever shared with any of my previous lovers. I only hoped he would bother to read it! Hi Ram and thanks for yesterday - it was fab. As I hope we will meet up again soon, I thought I'd better supply you with more info on my sexual preferences and limits than is contained in my on-line profile. Because you are such a nice guy, I know you may feel inhibited about what you can do to me unless I indicate that it's okay. Please don't take this as me telling you what to do - as long as you're interested in me, you're definitely the boss! But firstly, a confession. As you've probably gathered by now, I'm still very much a novice sub and you have been breaking new ground for me. Before I met you, I wasn't used to being fucked regularly, deep throat cock sucking or licking out a guy's hole. Thank you for introducing me to these pleasures - I've enjoyed every minute of it and, in case you were wondering, I don't do these sorts of things for everyone I meet! To date I've played a very passive role waiting for permission from you to do anything which is why I often haven't managed to get myself erect - though I have increasingly taken the liberty of wanking myself to bring this about, when you have thought this permissible. The purpose of this message is to open up some new possibilities that might increase your fun as well as mine. I'm not sure if you prefer to see me excited when I'm servicing you or with my cock and balls tied off so I can't get erect. Until last time, you just squashed them a little with your feet and slapped them around a bit. However, the problem with tying them up tightly with a narrow cord for a long period or hanging weights from them, is that you may cut off the circulation for so long that you do me permanent damage! Safer sex isn't just about using condoms to avoid STIs - though I'm very grateful you are so conscientious in this respect. Also, though I was excited by you wrapping your hands around my neck while you fucked me, breath control has its dangers too, so I hope you will take care not to do this for too long either! However, the thought of you having me by the balls definitely turns me on - leading me around by them for the fun of it or as a means of making me do whatever you want me to do. So, it would be okay by me for you to take this a bit further (if you wanted to) by slapping or kicking my cock and balls around - but I don't want to suffer too much damage by the end of an encounter - so take it slowly please! The thought of you putting me over your knee and spanking me also gets my juices flowing - much more for the humiliation of it than for any liking for pain - so please don't slap me too hard if you decide to do it! I deduce you prefer to improvise than make use of my collection of SM gear, which is fine by me, as I love your spontaneity and imagination. However, I could wear a rubber or leather cock-ring and/or a dog collar if you wanted me to (or any of the other stuff I listed in my previous message) plus there's even a dog bowl for me to drink from which you may have spotted in your trawl of the kitchen cupboards. A butt-plug up my arse and a cock gag in my mouth would be ways of ensuring that I start to get more used to being penetrated at both ends! I noticed you like lying on top of me - being overpowered by you and treated more roughly (but not physically hurt or bruised) is also a big turn on for me - this could be made more complete by the use of bondage which would leave me with no alternative but to comply with your wishes. I guess you probably like to hear me whimper when I feel pain as when I struggle this appears to increase your excitement (though I'd be grateful if you could use lots of lube when you fuck me - given you are so well endowed). Although I liked the vulnerability added by me being blindfolded, I missed seeing your face and body which initially made it harder for me to get excited. I had to rely on touch alone - so I started to take liberties fondling whatever part of you came within reach (you can always discipline me if this is a problem). I noticed you also said nothing for the whole hour last time - which added to the humiliation of this being a totally anonymous lunchtime fuck. Summoned by a two-word message, I was being fucked by a guy I couldn't see who didn't have to utter a single word to have me completely at his mercy! The humiliation of having to get off in a few snatched moments at the very end of our encounter after you had taken your pleasure also appeals to me - especially as my only stimulus was being trodden on by you, not barefoot or even in your socks, but wearing sneakers! I like the contrast of you being fully clothed and me entirely naked. But how do I now earn the right to see you or hear you speak again, as having to obey your orders, call you sir and beg to be humiliated by you also excites me enormously but requires us both to be able to talk. The idea of you humiliating me in public is a big fantasy for me - though I realise one not without its practical problems and risks! There are two tried and tested (relatively risk-free) options I can recommend but both would involve meeting up in the evenings - one is after dark on Hampstead Heath and the all-weather option is in a gay leather club. In either case you get to strip me naked, make me helpless, lead me around on a leash, make me perform and fuck and humiliate me in front of other gay guys (though you have to look after my safety too - I've never had any problems but you sometimes have to move away when other guys join in and get too enthusiastic). You can easily hide your face beneath a cap if you are worried about being recognised. I have a Muir cap (a leather master's hat) that I'm sure you'd look great in! If these options don't suit you - an alternative would be outdoor sex during the day. I could drive over somewhere convenient for you - to save you time. When I lived in your neck of the woods, I noticed there were quite a few places hidden from view where you could have sex outdoors during the day unobserved - especially during the week outside of the school holidays when a lot of places are deserted. You could drive there in my car if you liked (it is insured for other drivers) and fondle me or make me service you as you drive. Alternatively, I could meet you somewhere using public transport where you dictate what I get to wear for the journey or you could embarrass me in a caf or pub by making me do sexual things or force me to take risks to amuse you. If all this sounds far too risky to you then it's probably best if it is left in the world of fantasy! A less risky option for you (but maybe less satisfying) would be exercising remote control over me - by getting me to humiliate myself for your amusement in between meets by sending me instructions and checking I have complied with them using a mobile phone, for example by demanding I shave off my body hair and then visit the local swimming pool or that I strip and wank-off in a shop changing room or public toilet. Alternatively, you could make use of the cam on my phone to give me instructions and watch me humiliate myself live in public places remotely using video! I know you like to keep things simple and a lot of this may sound like too much hassle to you. My hope is that you'll select what appeals and try it out if/when we meet up again. Thanks once again Alan xxx It took me such a long time to compose this message that I didn't finish drafting it until the day following our encounter. Although I still had some reservations about its contents, I sent it off anyway as I didn't want to delay any longer and cause Ram to think I wasn't grateful or not keen to meet him again. When over a week went by after me baring my soul to him, without me receiving a response, I began to worry that my "confession" had put him off and had come across as too elaborate or manipulative for him to want to have any more to do with me. When two weeks passed, I grew so anxious that I risked leaving my track on his profile just to let him know that I was still thinking about him. On the following day, I was reassured by discovering he had left a track on my own profile in response. However, as he had still not sent a reply to my lengthy message, I was left wondering if this was an invitation for me to contact him or not? Did I now have to stoop so low as to have to beg him to come round and fuck me - to save him the trouble of even sending me a message? After another day elapsed, I decided I did: Hi Sir - I noticed you left a track on my profile on Sunday and wondered if this was to let me know you wanted me to get in touch. I am available for fucking tomorrow and most of this week - just let me know a time and place that suits you and your instructions. Alan xx I attached another naked face pic to underline the unconditional surrender his silence had brought about. Chapter Eight When I again didn't hear back from Ram, I held off from sending him a third message pleading to meet up with him, telling myself I shouldn't pester him, and settled instead for monitoring his presence on the website and checking my messages on a twice daily basis. My strategy paid off when one evening, out of the blue, I discovered I had finally received a reply - of sorts! tomorrow midday? if you're free will send instructions in the morning I immediately sent him my response and couldn't stop myself attaching to it another, even more revealing, selfie. Tomorrow's good for me - I await your instructions. Great to hear from you again! A xx Despite Ram making no reference to it, after replying, my thoughts immediately shifted to the contents of the message I'd sent him after our last encounter which had by now become a distant memory. So, I hastily re-read its contents and immediately began to speculate on which of the suggestions I'd made to spice up our encounters might appeal to him the most. I knew I was going to be fucked for sure, would get to suck his cock deep throat and to lick out his hole - as this had happened on each and every occasion we had met to date! I also guessed he was likely to demand that I blindfold myself again. But beyond that it was anyone's guess! What he had specified I should wear for a meet had been far more varied, so harder to predict. But I hoped he would finally take me up on my suggestion of having me wear some of my collection of bondage gear. One of my fantasies involved him having me wait for him blindfolded, butt-naked apart from a dog collar around my neck, a cock-ring around my balls and a gag in my mouth, and, just prior to his arrival, being obliged to cuff my hands behind my back and leave him the key. Would he take me outdoors into the garden again to fuck me there, or somewhere else in the house for a change - perhaps to my home gym and humiliate me by having me workout naked, or take me into my study, put me over his knee and spank me like a strict father punishing an unruly child? Predictably, after getting myself so excited by the prospect of seeing him again, I received nothing more from Ram and was still waiting for the promised instructions at 11.30am on the following morning. As it now seemed unlikely he would be turning up as planned, I sent him a carefully worded prompt, saying I was "awaiting his instructions" rather than telling him off for not confirming if and when he would be arriving! Thankfully, it provoked a positive response: I will be round at 1300rs... coffee in the garden with milk and sugar as per usual... plus ashtray you will be in a dark suit with a white shirt and red tie... slip-on smarts and dark socks... blindfolded! So, this time round, Ram had elected to make me dress formally so he could then have the pleasure of humiliating me by stripping me naked and reducing me from the power-dressed executive (he presumably imagined I once was) to his whimpering, cock-sucking, sex slave. That was fine by me! My excitement instantly rekindled, I searched the house for the outfit he wanted me to wear only to discover I didn't possess either a dark suit or a red tie, so I checked out my partner's wardrobe (who was still obliged to dress formally for work) where I found ones I could borrow, crossing my fingers that Ram wouldn't opt to rip them apart or piss on them as part of the humiliation scene he had planned for me. As time was now getting short, I quickly showered and dressed as required, then rushed downstairs to get everything ready for my young master's arrival. At ten to one, I made his coffee and then stood around waiting for him to arrive with the blindfold on my forehead ready to drop into place. It was a very hot day to be wearing a suit, but with the French windows wide open, it was still pleasantly cool in the kitchen. At around one-fifteen I heard the front door open, so hurriedly slid the blindfold down over my eyes then waited nervously in a corner of the kitchen, facing the wall with my hands on top of my head to emphasise my submission. Upon entering the kitchen, rather than come over to me, Ram went straight outside to the patio to retrieve his coffee, which must have been stone cold by then, then headed back indoors to use the microwave. While his drink heated up, he strode over to me and had me turn around so he could inspect my outfit. After emitting a disconcerting "Hmm", he unzipped my fly and took advantage of my lack of underwear to reach inside and yank my flaccid cock and balls out into the open. After taking a firm grip on them, he led me stumbling back to the oven with my hands still on my head and, whilst his coffee continued to warm, demonstrated the power he held over his be-suited executive sub by slowly pushing my head downwards until my nose was touching his footwear. Guessing he had decided to resume where he had left off last time, without need of any prompting, I kissed the tops of his sneakers to confirm my continued servitude. As if this was not sufficient to assert his dominance over me, the lad then moved his feet to sandwich my neck between his ankles, yanked the tails of my jacket up over my head and, after unbuckling my belt, yanked down my borrowed trousers to expose my up-turned ass. While I pondered the reason for my punishment, he then began slapping my bare buttocks repeatedly with the flat of his hand! Although I hadn't mentioned having a fetish for suit and tie play in my sexual wish list, I had said I wanted to be spanked, so was more than happy to accept it as my due, especially as it showed Ram was willing to vary his usual routine in response to my pleading, although, as usual, only in his own sweet way! Once he had reddened both buttocks so that they matched the over-heated cheeks of my face, he caught hold of the tie and used it as a leash to drag me across the room on my knees with my trousers hooked around my ankles. After venting his frustrations on my ass, events soon reverted to a more familiar pattern, when he sat down to drink his coffee and presented me with his dick to suck while he recovered from the stresses of his journey. Despite the doors being open, within minutes I was sweating profusely and worried about soiling my borrowed jacket, not just with my sweat but with a mix of my drool and Ram's juices. So was grateful when the youngster quickly abandoned the suit and tie play and opted to relieve me of it, along with the rest of my clothes, apart from the tie, which he made use of to lead me out into the garden, and the dark socks, which I guessed made me look ridiculous. There, he positioned me on all fours with my pallid back and reddened ass in full sun, before heading back indoors to replenish his supply of coffee. As I toasted, I heard the lad rummaging around in my kitchen cupboards again and realised he was up to further mischief. I found out what, when he returned to place the dog bowl, I'd mentioned to him in my last message, down on the ground in front of me and directed my head down into the tap water he'd filled it with. Leaving me obediently lapping it up with my ass in the air, he retrieved his own drink, then sat down beside me on the recliner, put his feet up on my back and, after heaving a sigh, lit up a cigarette so he could savour my humiliation while he chilled out in the shade beneath the sun umbrella. He had been sitting there contentedly for no more than a couple of minutes, no doubt contemplating what indignity he would impose on me next, when I heard his phone ring. Whenever his mobile had beeped or rung in the past when we were having sex, he had always ignored it, but this time, for some reason, he opted to take the call. Not having heard my master speak for almost a month and only receiving the briefest of replies to my messages, I listened in, eager to get some insight into what was going through his mind. It didn't take long for me to work out the reason he had chosen to answer it. "Hi! I'm a bit busy at the moment," he began with a laugh, but when his caller persisted, added, "Yep, I'm with the sub I told you about!" From which I gathered the guy had correctly deduced what Ram being "busy" entailed, and, more disconcertingly, that he also knew all about me. Although I was pleased to hear the youngster had been bragging about me to one of his mates, I guessed it was mainly about the humiliation I'd permitted him to impose on me, rather than anything more complimentary. No doubt the bugger had shown him some of the pics he'd taken of me as well! "At the moment, we're sunning ourselves out on his patio. He's naked, apart from his socks and a tie, lapping up water from his dog bowl, while I'm having a coffee and a fag with my feet up on his back!" The sound of muted laughter could be heard from the other end of the phone conversation followed by another comment I could hear. "You don't believe me! Okay, I'll send you a pic to prove it!" There followed a pause during which Ram took a rear-view of me lapping up water from the bowl and sent it off to him, leading me to speculate if it was another Indian guy he was talking to or another of his white admirers. Either way, I found his betrayal of my confidence exciting and was unable to restrain myself from imagining my sexual humiliation being witnessed in person in the near future, either by another sub or me being fucked by two Indian guys at the same time. "Yeh, his ass is red cos I gave him a spanking when I arrived," he explained as he resumed their conversation, "I told him to dress up smart in a suit and tie for me, but he turned up wearing some baggy, moth-eaten, number that looked like he'd got it from a thrift shop!" "Yer wanna talk to him?" "Okay!" Ram agreed with a smirk, lowering his legs from my back and yanking my head up from the water bowl using the tie. "My mate wants to hear you bark!" he demanded with a laugh, holding the phone opposite my mouth until I complied. Taken aback by the demand, and already conscious my neighbours might be listening in to Ram's salacious phone conversation, I was hesitant to add to the chances of our antics being noticed by giving a full-throated woof, with the predictable result. "Louder!" the lad demanded, landing another hard slap on my ass by way of incentive, making it even more likely we would be overheard by my neighbours! "Good boy!" he conceded, after I made sure I did it more whole-heartedly this time. Seemingly pleased by my compliance, the lad sat back in his chair and directed my face down to his groin, where I obediently gobbled up his cock once again. "I'm sending you a pic of him sucking my dick!" he announced gleefully, after which he paused to take a pic of me performing my slave boy duties. "What was it you rang me about anyway?" the lad finally enquired, once he'd sent it off. As he listened to his friend and they chatted about more mundane matters, my worries about us being overheard by the neighbours began to abate. I also comforted myself that as long as I was still wearing the blindfold, even should the pics Ram had taken end up being posted on the internet, I would not be recognisable - however humiliating they might be. As my fears lessened, I gave in to the feelings of gratitude and lust that had been welling-up inside me toward my handsome young master and, while he talked, decided unasked, to demonstrate how willing I was to embrace the inferior role he had allocated me. As my passion grew, I risked taking advantage of the lad's distraction to gently lower his pants and briefs so I could display my devotion to him in ways other than worshipping his dick. "Now he's licking my balls!" the lad couldn't resist interrupting his mate to report, "I'll send you a picture if you like," he offered, causing their conversation to lapse while he used his phone to capture and send the image off to him. Made bolder by Ram's approval of my actions, when the pair resumed chatting, I removed my master's footwear and commenced massaging his slender feet with my fingers, then lowered my head to inhale their smell and lovingly kiss the fabric of his socks. When he raised no objection, with his co-operation I went on to lower the back of the recliner so he could lie back and relax as he talked, and then carefully eased down his pants and briefs and tugged off his socks to denude the lower part of his body completely. Despite knowing he would almost certainly take more pics of me and send them off to his buddy and instantly catapult my sexual capitulation to him from the private to the public domain, I went on to demonstrate the extent of my affection for him by kissing his feet and sucking each of his toes in turn, before slowly working my way up his legs with my tongue until my lips were once more massaging his dick. Taking my submission to him as his due, as he listened, the youngster lay back and stretched out languorously whilst uttering the odd murmur of encouragement to either me or his friend to continue as he savoured his pleasure. Only when I paused sucking him to take a breath and began to bathe his scrotum with my saliva a second time, was he motivated to stir and play a more active part in my humiliation. Namely, by hoisting his legs up into the air and directing my head between his upturned buttocks, for me to commence lapping the circumference of his anal ring with my tongue. "You'll enjoy the next pics I'm sending you," he informed his pal gleefully five minutes later, when their conversation had finally ground to a halt, "One's of him sucking my big toe... and the other's of him licking out my ass!" "If you want some more, you'll have to come with me next time and take 'em yourself!" he added hanging up after hitting the send button. Seemingly now back in Ram's good books, before he fucked me, he handed me the open lube packet to smear what was left of its contents around my hole as he set about donning a condom. But instead of having me bend over or lie on my back with my legs over his shoulders so he could enter me, this time he directed me to stand facing him with my legs astride the recliner and hold my buttocks apart so he could align the tip of his vertical shaft with my hole, after which he had me lower my ass downwards as though performing a squat. Excited by Ram's offer to invite his pal round to witness me being dominated by him at a future meet, I began tugging on my dick as I gradually took the whole length of his dick fully inside me whilst at the same time fantasizing about having a second Indian guy join in my humiliation. Once I was securely skewered, I was urged to bounce up and down on his groin while he simultaneously thrust his thighs upwards to meet me, leaving me to emit a variety of gasps, moans and whimpers as, aided by gravity, Ram succeeded in penetrating me deeper than ever before. "Carry on wanking!" he commanded breathlessly, as his excitement grew and his upward thrusts became more frequent. I needed no more encouragement, as I too was feeling pulses of pleasure running through me as his shaft hit up hard against my prostate as he fucked me, plus, as a result of using the lube, for once my enjoyment was not marred by pain. As though reading my thoughts, as I bounced up and down above him my master reached forward to grab hold of me by my nipples and set about twisting their tips sadistically. "If you're lucky," he added in between his thrusts and my ecstatic moans, "the next time we meet... you'll have another cock... to suck... while I fuck... your ass!" With both my mind and body aroused, I increased the pace of my wanking fourfold and within moments was going hell for leather to achieve orgasm. In doing so, I involuntarily tightened my ass muscles around his shaft, with the result that as my own cock erupted, I could also feel the youngster simultaneously shooting his spunk into the condom inside me! To be continued... Can't wait to sample more of my writing??? A free PDF version of the whole story is available by email from the authour at barneybumpkin@gmail.com on request To read my other writing posted on Nifty look under "B" in the Authors tab or do a search for my name.

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Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2024 16:55:33 +0100 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Barney's Confessions of a Wannabe Gay Sex Slave 11-12 Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults interested in homosexual erotica. If that is not something that you wish to read then go no further. All characters and situations are fictional, though hopefully plausible, and grounded in reality. The work published here is all my own with all rights reserved. The author is based in the UK so the diction reflects this but my stories involve characters of different ethnicities and many are set in locations outside the UK. My thanks go to Nifty for all the pleasure the Archive has given me over the years and for the opportunity to bring my writing efforts to the attention of those who share my particular erotic interests. Readers are encouraged to make a donation to keep the archive going for many more years. As always, feedback both critical and complimentary is welcome via e-mail to: barneybumpkin@gmail.com. Please don't contact me with commercial requests or advertising. Hope you enjoy Barney Summary In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man. After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies. However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other. Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise. Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master. Reader's Comments on Barney's previous work "I enjoyed reading your story. It is well-written, with good pace and detail. The theme is imaginative and so hot." "I want to let you know how much I'm enjoying your latest story. Not only is it incredibly horny (I cum every time I read an instalment) but I love the way you're slowly ratcheting things up in an entirely believable fashion." "Your splendid writing has blown my mind and my cock!" Chapter Eleven "You ready to fuck him now?" Ram asked his mate, after pausing to inspect the state of my ass a second time when the stroke-count reached thirty, "Cos I don't think he can take much more!" "Sure!" his accomplice agreed eagerly, seemingly surprised that he would be invited to do anything other than watch, "But let me take some more pics of 'is arse before we do it!" "No problem!" Ram replied backing away, but then noticed the rope that had been wrapped tightly around my genitals was now hanging down beneath me as a result of my hard-on having shrivelled to the size of a weeny during the course of my caning and opted to remove it. Thinking he was being merciful, he also went on to release the clamps from my nipples, revealing he had never done this before, by his surprise when, instead of me heaving a sigh of relief, my whole body convulsed from the pain as the pent-up nerve impulses were suddenly transmitted to my brain. Realising his error, he hastily attempted to make amends by massaging their swollen tips. Taking his cue from Ram, after taking his fill of ass pics, his mate repositioned himself before my head and proceeded to remove the cock-gag from my mouth. However, his actions were not entirely motivated by compassion, as I was permitted less than a minute to rest my aching jaw and swallow unencumbered before he thrust his fully-erect cock down my throat in its place! "Suck it, yer dirty little worm!" he demanded, demonstrating his opinion of me had not improved any as a result of the humiliation I had permitted the pair to inflict on me over the course of the last half hour. Ram too, rapidly moved on from his attempts to mitigate my pain to sating his own desires, by first shucking off his pants and then donning a condom. With my asshole already lubed-up and stretched, my master's cloaked cock glided in and out of me like a well- oiled piston, his forward thrusts only limited by his thighs hitting up hard against my recently tenderised backside. Meanwhile, at my other end, his more ruthless companion showed the full extent of his contempt for me by interspersing ramming his cock ever deeper down my gullet with slapping me across my face and landing gobs of spit over my closed eyes and into my open mouth! For his part, Ram took my ass-fucking slowly for once, breathing heavily as he slid his manhood deep inside me and held it there as though to exult in my sexual conquest before working up to a steady rhythm, which as my fucking progressed was matched by his mate inserting his shaft down my throat as far as it would go. However, so excited were the pair by what had gone before, that within just a few minutes Ram was ejecting his semen deep inside me in a series of cathartic spurts, whilst at my other end, his mate was splattering his seed over my saliva-smeared features. After which, both of my tormentors heaved huge sighs of satisfaction and broke out into peals of triumphant laughter. However, my humiliation was still far from over. Once my face been had photographed coated in his spunk, Ram's accomplice hurried off to the bathroom next door to clean himself up, leaving his pal to uncuff me from the bench and help me back onto my feet, but to my surprise, he returned almost immediately. "Bring 'im next door!" he chortled, taking care not to reveal what he had in mind for me, as he helped his benefactor remove what was left of my bondage gear. Moments later, I was being frog-marched completely naked into my washroom by the two of them and ordered to lie down in the bath tub, by which time I had guessed what was likely to follow. "Start wanking! Ram commanded with a smirk. Despite feeling the first dribbles of his companion's urine begin trickling down on my head from above, I did as I was bid, only for the trickle to rapidly turn into a torrent. "Wait 'til I get the cam, before yer start!" his mate called out once he had emptied his bladder completely, dashing out to retrieve it from the gym. Leaving me to discover that the mischievous bugger had closed the drain from the bath on his earlier visit, so that I was now marinating in a pool of warm piss as I attempted to wank-off. On his return, Ram inevitably followed his example while his companion proceeded to add pics of this latest humiliation to the ones he had already captured of me. As I lay there, with my eyes closed tightly shut, my master directed his flow down at me until I was drenched from head to foot. With the taste and smell of spunk and urine filling my mouth and nostrils, I recollected the panoply of humiliations the pair had inflicted on me that day and commenced wanking-off in earnest. Being caught bare-assed, humping the floor wearing nothing but a pair of socks by way of introduction to Ram's pal... Being made to demonstrate my submission by sucking my master's cock out on the patio, on a leash, collared like a dog, where I might be seen or overheard by my neighbours... then having to lick his ass-hole while his friend looked on... Being robbed of the remaining shreds of my manhood by being made to parade around in knickers and other demeaning outfits after relocating to my gym... then reduced from being their pet dog, to being their monkey and ultimately a worm, fit only to wriggle around on the ground as they trampled me beneath their feet... Only to then be trussed up in bondage and molested and mocked all over again, this time with no option but to suffer whatever pain or indignity they chose to inflict on my tits, cock and ass, whilst unable to cry out, with my eyes tight shut... Having the body, I had spent so much time and effort keeping in prime condition for my master, thrashed with a crop and a cane and my face slapped and spat upon as his mate showed his contempt for me... Then, after being rendered impotent as a result of their beating, having the horny youngsters spit-roast me and once they had both achieved their climax, celebrate my unmanning with gales of contemptuous laughter... Only to then add insult to injury by having me wallow in a bath of their urine when I was finally permitted to make myself cum.. . Whilst all the while, they were busy capturing my humiliation on Ram's camera, rendering me vulnerable forever afterwards to having my sexual submission to them revealed to whole world via the internet... Despite the pain still coming from my buttocks and tits, my recollections triggered the most tumultuous of orgasms, thereby adding yet another humiliation to all those that had gone before. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * After locking the door behind them, still sinking of urine, I wearily climbed the stairs to the bathroom, where I paused to take a long look at myself in the mirror and realised my encounters with Ram were beginning to take their toll. That day, my whole body had ended up completely trashed - not only was my face flushed an angry shade of red from the slaps it had received, but so were my tits and dick as a result of the punishment doled out to them, and when I turned around, I saw that both my ass was striped with deep red welts and the flesh between them was glowing a shade of crimson. In addition, when I sat down at my PC to record my encounter in my diary before the memories faded, a dull ache emanated from my back and buttocks where they touched the chair and my asshole continued to throb throughout as a result of the butt-plug having stretched the muscles way beyond their previous limit. It would be over a week before my body fully recovered from my ordeal, making me reluctant to work out or have sex with anyone else during this time. I had imposed similar trauma on others in the past, I realised, but always at their request and, if anything, I had tended to err on the side of caution, often bringing things to an end prematurely at the first sign that a sub was unhappy with what I was doing to him. I guess I had been relying on Ram to do the same for me, especially since I had made clear to him that I wasn't into experiencing excessive pain. However, both he and his mate had assumed my ownership of the sex toys and bondage gear gave him carte blanche to use them and once I was rendered helpless, the pair had become so intoxicated by the power the bondage gave them over me that they had revelled in giving me a taste of my own medicine. I guessed too that Ram was out to impress his mate by the amount of humiliation I was willing to endure in order to please him and also wanted to ensure that the pics he took of me were as raunchy as possible to enhance his later enjoyment. For whatever reason, he had ended up pushing things way beyond what I was willing to suffer for the sake of sex. But what also worried me, was, that despite the pain, I had got off on it too! I realised, that if I continued down this path, in the absence of any genuine affection for me on Ram's part, it could only lead to him inflicting ever more extreme forms of humiliation on me and ultimately lead to my self-destruction - either physically, via illness, accident or injury, or mentally, through the loss of my self-respect. I also remained anxious about the pics they had taken of me finding their way onto the internet, as if they were discovered by my friends, I wasn't sure I would be able to bear the shame! So instead of sending the lad the usual obsequious message of thanks after our encounter, this time round I decided I would wait until my wounds had healed and monitor his profile on the dating website to check if any of the pics they had taken of me appeared on it. After a week had passed, I decided I would test his feelings for me by holding off from messaging him and wait for him to make the first move. PART TWO Chapter Twelve In retrospect, leaving Ram to contact me, turned out to be a foolish decision on my part as, for whatever reasons, I did not hear back from the lad for several months, during which, I failed to find anyone anything like as handsome or enthusiastic to play the dominant role with me, either via the apps or on my visits to saunas and gay clubs. Although disappointed at not getting sight of any of the pics that had been taken in the course of our final encounter, I was reassured by finding none of them posted on the gay porn sites I frequented or on the growing number of dating websites I subscribed to, leading me to conclude that, thankfully, Ram had kept them to themself. As the negative aspects of that occasion gradually receded in my memory, I consoled myself by wanking off over the diary entries I had kept of our meetings and by fantasizing about the additional humiliations Ram might impose on me should I dare contact him again after letting so much time elapse before thanking him for fucking me. So, when, over eight months after we had parted, I discovered Ram had left a track on my profile, I was completely overjoyed, not just because he had finally made contact me again but because by doing it first, he had indicated that he still had feelings for me. However, after being neglected for so long and not sent so much as a copy of a single pic from any of our encounters, I found my thoughts initially preoccupied with obtaining some sort of revenge on him for my neglect. I toyed with responding using the same couple of words "today... tomorrow?" that he had used to casually summon me for a fucking, and sending him a similar set of instructions as he had sent me prior to our meets - but this time with me in the dom role. Monday... Tuesday...? Get yourself here at 12 noon and be on time for once! Best have a fag before you arrive, as to enjoy another one you'll have to stand outside in the cold - stripped naked. I expect you to be dressed much smarter than in the past - wear the best formal dress you can muster - preferably a nice dark suit and tie, freshly shined shoes and dark socks. You can wear underpants - but make sure you tear a hole in their rear to save me the bother of removing them before I fuck you. Ring the bell to let me know you've arrived then let yourself in - the door will be open as usual. Go to the loo to clean yourself up and make sure you rinse out your filthy mouth with Listerine. Then go to the kitchen and make me a coffee for once! By the time I join you, I expect it to be waiting for me on the table, facing the French windows with your trousers down and your ass up in the air. You're only getting two minutes to do this - so if you're not in position by the time I come down - you can expect to be punished. Before I agree to meet you, I'll expect to receive two sexy pics of you posing naked from both front and back. Only then, will I get back to you with a date. Regards Alan xx However, despite my desire to get even, I realised that attempting a full-scale role reversal on the flimsy pretext of Ram leaving a track on my profile would be pushing it a bit far! Especially as there was a distinct possibility that I had provoked the response by inadvertently leaving a track on his profile without realising it! But how satisfactory were our previous encounters? Sure, they had their moments and I found the lad incredibly attractive, but in reality, he was still a long way from the ideal dom master I fantasied about and had only reluctantly been persuaded into varying his sexual MO beyond prolonged cock sucking and ass fucking to something more imaginative. So, I wouldn't be losing out on much, would I? On the plus side, if he turned out to like the idea of playing bottom - I'd have found myself another guy I could have lots of fun introducing to the delights of subbing and public sex. But that would leave me having to shoulder the burden of having to play top role again, which was what I was trying to get away from doing in the first place! So, after a great deal of reflection, I decided instead to use the opportunity to draft a response that I hoped would gently persuade the handsome Indian lad to take more account of my desires and fantasies in our sex in future and dispense with some of the brutality and anonymity that had characterised our later encounters. Hi Ram Noticed you visited my profile yesterday and couldn't resist dropping you a line. Hope you are okay and having fun fucking some of your many admirers. Meeting you was one of the highlights of last year for me - a dating website contact who actually turns up for a meet and delivers on what they have promised is extremely rare! I must admit I have missed the excitement that your visits provided - before, during and after us meeting up! On reflection, I realise I should have been more grateful that you showed any interest in a mature guy such as myself and should have made more of an effort to prepare myself so that I could satisfy you. However, although I liked the bondage and my submission to you being shown off to someone else, I was disconcerted by how much pain I had to suffer in our last encounter, especially as I had told you in advance that I wasn't into anything more than moderate pain. I'd also already confided that I'm not a guy who gets pleasure per se from being fucked and sucking cock (in the way I do from say nipple play, wanking off and, more recently, from licking ass) but I do get off on the sexual humiliation involved in having these imposed on me, particularly by a handsome, self-confident, guy such as yourself. You've humoured my penchant for advance instructions in the past and demonstrated a genius for taking control and testing out my obedience in original and unexpected ways - in return you've had your arse licked, your balls slavered over, your cock sucked, and got to penetrate my tight fuck hole (eventually) in any position you cared to name... not to mention being provided with endless cups of cold coffee... However, because I find you so attractive, I would like to be allowed to actually see you occasionally when we meet and also be allowed to cum while kissing your bare feet or sucking your toes as well as by licking out your ass. I would of course expect to have to earn these privileges by pleasing you and debasing myself in any way that amuses you. I can be available at home most weekday lunchtimes (if this time of day still suits you) but will need a day or two's notice. Let me have your instructions or just leave a track on my profile if you're interested and I'll get back to you. Alan xx In a state of high excitement, I kept checking my profile at regular intervals in the hope of receiving a reply but, once again, after me sending him a message revealing my on-going infatuation with him, I received nothing in reply, other than two days later, a second track on my profile. Hoping this meant he was open to seeing me again, I added to my humiliation by sending the bugger a further message telling him when I was available to meet up in the week ahead. This one succeeded in generating a speedier reply from him, but not one that I'd been expecting. hello a got your message ta havent a car at the moment so is a little tricky to get over to you xx Realising this was an opportunity to fulfil some of the fantasies I had not even touched upon in my earlier message, I immediately drafted a reply: Hi Ram Thanks for the message. You may remember that a while back I described one fantasy of mine was to meet up with you in your neck of the woods and have sex somewhere outdoors. However, it's still far too cold and there's no leaf-cover for another 6 weeks - so this is out, at least for the time being! I can't think of anywhere suitable indoors near you where we can meet either, during the daytime, but perhaps you know a place? If you do, I'm more than happy to drive across for sex at lunchtime at a venue or your choice. Alternatively, we could agree a rendezvous point and I could pick you up and drive you back to my place in my car (or you could drive - whichever you prefer) and then drop you off again afterwards. You could tell me what to wear and amuse yourself by humiliating me during the journey. Let me know if you're interested. Alan xxx wednesday midday works for me... ...i will drive us back (assuming you have insurance which will cover me on your car) whilst you will be seated in the passenger ...i will tell you what you will be attired in on wednesday morning if you confirm acceptance of the details within this message That's fine - car is insured for other drivers over 21 so I guess you qualify! Will be there. I will check tomorrow morning for your further instructions. Alan xxx After sending off my confirmatory message, I immediately began to speculate what I had let myself in for. Excited at the prospect of meeting up with Ram again, I decided I might as well fantasize about it in advance as I knew for sure that the capricious lad was likely to come up with something completely different to what I expected to happen. At 12 noon precisely I would see him standing smoking at the corner of the junction - having waited in the nearby supermarket car park in order to make sure I arrived exactly on time. He'd be wearing a winter version of his usual casual gear of jeans, sneakers, etc. I would pull up and immediately vacate the driver's seat to let him get in. I would silently climb back in to the passenger side and let him drive us back via the North Circular Road. I would leave the radio on to hide the silence and wait for him to speak to me before saying a word myself. Would he tell me off for not contacting him for so long I wondered? He was in the driving seat both literally and metaphorically - and might well want me to start "making him happy" prior to our arrival at my home, given the length of the car journey was over twenty minutes. I imagined him telling me to take off my clothes as we drove along - one item at a time spaced over the course of the journey - first my shoes, then my socks, then my jacket and tie... However, knowing how cautious Ram was, I couldn't see him making me take things much further than that - so made a mental note to put a travel rug in the car so he could have me hide beneath it as I serviced him to eliminate the risk of us being spotted by a passing bus, truck or traffic camera. He would get me to put the rug over me before having me take off my remaining clothes and, once I was fully naked, have me get down on my knees below the level of the dashboard and take out his dick. As he drove along, I would wrap my mouth around its mammoth length - caressing it with my tongue to "keep it happy" until we reached our destination... At which point I came! To be continued... Can't wait to sample more of my writing??? A free PDF version of the whole story is available by email from the authour at barneybumpkin@gmail.com on request To read my other writing posted on Nifty look under "B" in the Authors tab or do a search for my name.

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Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2024 21:58:17 +0100 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Barney's Confessions of a Wannabe Gay Sex Slave 9-10 Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults interested in homosexual erotica. If that is not something that you wish to read then go no further. All characters and situations are fictional, though hopefully plausible, and grounded in reality. The work published here is all my own with all rights reserved. The author is based in the UK so the diction reflects this but my stories involve characters of different ethnicities and many are set in locations outside the UK. My thanks go to Nifty for all the pleasure the Archive has given me over the years and for the opportunity to bring my writing efforts to the attention of those who share my particular erotic interests. Readers are encouraged to make a donation to keep the archive going for many more years. As always, feedback both critical and complimentary is welcome via e-mail to: barneybumpkin@gmail.com. Please don't contact me with commercial requests or advertising. Hope you enjoy Barney Summary In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man. After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies. However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other. Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise. Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master. Reader's Comments on Barney's previous work "I enjoyed reading your story. It is well-written, with good pace and detail. The theme is imaginative and so hot." "I want to let you know how much I'm enjoying your latest story. Not only is it incredibly horny (I cum every time I read an instalment) but I love the way you're slowly ratcheting things up in an entirely believable fashion." "Your splendid writing has blown my mind and my cock!" Chapter Nine Given the success of our last encounter and the prospect of a threesome, for a couple of weeks afterwards I checked for messages from Ram religiously every morning, afternoon and evening, before eventually accepting that one was not going to arrive anytime soon. The boy would contact me again in his own good time - most likely when he was feeling horny and was hard up for someone better to fuck! Sure enough, a week after I'd cut down checking to once a day, a message duly arrived: tomorrow midday? coffee and ashtray in your garden as per usual you will be wearing dark business socks.. garters for these...white jock...tie around your neck...blindfold lying on your front... on a cushion... on the kitchen floor with your legs bent feet facing upwards... arms folded under your head rubbers and lube to hand... and your bag of SM gear out in the hallway So, suit and tie play again, but this time without the suit - at least it would spare me a trip to the dry cleaners with it afterwards! Plus, it looked like the lad was finally going to take me up on my offer for him to make use of my collection of bondage gear and sex toys. However, I was disappointed that there was no mention of his friend joining us, as Ram showing me off to one of his mates had filled my wank fantasies ever since I had overheard him make the offer. That along with the prospect of being dominated by two guys for the first time... Telling myself it was typical of the lad to keep to himself whether he would be accompanied or not, I immediately sent off confirmation that I was available nonetheless and would fully comply with his wishes, only to discover afterwards that neither me nor my partner possessed any garters and that there was now no time left to get hold of any before our date. The lad must enjoy the thought of me rushing around to satisfy his quirky instructions, I surmised, as he always held off sending them to me until the very last minute. It was as though he wanted to see me flustered and unprepared (as I had been at our first meeting) and wanted to catch me out by requiring I wear something I was unlikely to have in my wardrobe to furnish him with an excuse to punish me. Though, judging by our last meet, he now seemed to have caught-on that no reason was actually needed. So, at 12 noon the following day, I was lying (face-down) on top of one of my garden-lounger cushions spread out on the kitchen floor with my legs up in the air (feet facing upwards), in nothing but a pair of black socks (but no garters) with a jockstrap draped around my neck and a blindfold over my forehead ready to drop into place, just as Ram had specified (or so I thought). As usual, he was late, so while I waited for him to arrive, I began to reflect on the humiliating pose and ridiculous outfit I was currently clad in and speculate on what was to come. I recalled Ram casually sharing my secrets and pics with his mate on the phone, then having me pose sucking his dick and licking his ass, and afterwards inviting him around to my home to witness his dominance over me in person. Now I realised I was about to be presented to him in the worst possible light, crawling on my belly like a worm, bereft of both my clothes and my dignity, obliged to comply with his every whim, no matter how humiliating this might turn out to be. As, this time round, I had nothing covering my genitals, as my excitement grew, I began rubbing my cock up against the fabric of the cushion below me, then noticed my nipples were standing out erect due to the breeze from the open French window, so lowered my chest to the cushion to simultaneously brush their tips up against it as well. As I did so, my thoughts moved on to speculating what use Ram might make of the contents of my bag, reminding me that I had intended to remove some of the ones that I was not keen having him use on me prior his arrival. But in my hurry, I had forgotten to do so and now daren't risk doing it as he might walk-in on me at any moment. Was the chastity device in the bag I wondered, as I definitely didn't want Ram to latch onto the idea of curtailing my sexual pleasure in between our meets. Especially as after trying it on after I'd bought it, I'd found it incredibly uncomfortable to wear for more than a few minutes at a time! The humbler too, that I'd also hardly used since buying it, might also be in the bag. This trouser hanger like device, was designed to hold a sub in a kneeling position by clamping his balls between two wooden yokes the curved ends of which were secured behind the backs of his thighs. Neither was I keen on the largest of my collection of butt-plugs and dildoes being prised up my still virginally-tight ass despite all the recent fucking it had received... However, the part of me that got off on being rendered completely vulnerable thought it wrong to impose any restrictions on what my master might choose to use on me - despite him having no prior knowledge of what the bag would contain. As these were all items that I had used on others in the past, either experimentally (to see if they liked it) or at a sub's instigation, I also felt morally obliged to take whatever chastisement took the lad's fancy. I guess I thought it a matter of masculine pride that I was tough enough to take at least as much punishment as I had meted out to others - although I doubted many doms (including Ram) thought the same way - so convinced were they of their innate superiority. In addition, the last thing I wanted to do was show the lad up in front of one of his pals by refusing to go along with his wishes, so I resolved not to object to anything he chose to impose on me to avoid putting him off seeing me again. By the time I heard my front door open, I had become so turned-on by these thoughts, that I not only had a full erection but was breathlessly humping the floor. Like a guilty adolescent, fearful of being caught wanking by his parents, I hastily pulled the blindfold down over my eyes and adopted the position my master had demanded. There followed a pause before I heard the door locked shut, followed by an exchange of muffled voices outside in the hallway. Ram was not alone! I held my breath and strained my ears to attempt to hear what was being said but could only capture the odd word and the occasional giggle. I guessed they had paused to open up my bag and confer on what use they might make of what they had found inside. Unable to restrain my growing excitement, I returned to my fantasies of what might lay in store for me and resumed thrusting my cock up against the cushion - despite knowing that if I was caught pleasuring myself prior to my master's arrival I would almost certainly be in hot water. As a result, I remained blissfully unaware of the kitchen door being stealthily inched open by my visitors and the pair not only witnessing my aberrant behaviour, but Ram also taking pics of me before revealing his presence. Only when he placed his trainer in the centre of my back and forced my rump down to the ground to cease my humping, did I realise I'd been caught. "On yer feet!" he demanded, stepping back and grabbing hold of the jockstrap draped around my neck to stretch it upwards, threatening to choke me if I didn't comply, "And explain to me why the fuck you're wearing the jockstrap around your neck, instead of a tie?" "Sorry sir, I must have got your instructions muddled up..." I blurted out, careful not to imply that he might be the one at fault due to the ambiguity of his message, "I thought it was a bit strange though..." I admitted. "And where in my "instructions" did it say you should start humping the floor while you waited for me to arrive?" "Nowhere sir, I guess I just got too excited not to!" This elicited a giggle from his companion, prompting the lad to introduce me to him. "This is Alan," he explained, heaving a sigh of exasperation, "my moronic, fifty-year old, wannabe slave boy! Who's incapable of carrying out even the simplest of instructions without messing them up!" "Don't just stand there!" he added, when the guy laughed in response, "Straighten up and put your hands on your head, so my mate can get a good look at you!" Despite the telling-off, so thrilled was I at my belittlement being witnessed by a spectator for the first time that I eagerly raised my arms to pose naked, apart from my socks and the jockstrap draped around my neck, with my swollen cock at the vertical. "Dunna I get ta see 'is face?" his mate prompted provocatively, speaking in front of me for the first time in a pronounced Northern accent. "Sure!" Ram replied after mulling over his companion's request. "Take the flight-mask off!" he instructed me, "But make sure you keep your eyes CLOSED until I say you can open 'em again!" Given I was the one who had proposed this alternative to being kept permanently blindfolded, on penalty of getting a spanking should I dare to open them, I realised I could hardly object now, even though, until that moment, I'd been thanking my lucky stars that I was wearing a blindfold, as it would provide me with a degree of anonymity should either of them take photos of me being humiliated and these end up being posted on-line. However, on the plus side, I hoped it would provide me with opportunities to catch clandestine glimpses of both my master and his companion when their backs were turned and enable me to discover the stranger's ethnicity. "And the jockstrap as well, while you're at it!" Ram added, "We found something in your bag more suitable for a slave to wear!" Guessing what it was likely to be, I meekly handed over both items, after which Ram stepped forward and set about fastening what I recognised to be a leather dog-collar around my neck. "Where's my coffee!" he added, once it was in place, as his thoughts turned to satisfying his other desires. "It's outside on the patio table, as you instructed sir! But it may be cold by now," I added defensively. "I think you're being told off for being late!" his mate commented provocatively, "You goin' ta put up with that?" "Go fetch it!" Ram barked at me, ignoring both the jibe and the fact that I was unable to see what I was doing. Noting his annoyance, I felt my way through the half-open door and managed to locate his cup on the table where I had left it half an hour earlier and, despite the gravel, succeeded in returning it indoors without spilling any of its contents. Growing impatient at the time I was taking, the moment I re-entered the kitchen, Ram placed his hands on my hips and steered me past all the obstacles to the corner that housed the coffee machine. "Warm mine up in the microwave and make another for my mate!" Ram demanded, "We'll be waiting for it outside." Leaving me to it, he returned to join his mate and led him out in the garden to show him the facilities as though he owned the place. "Your coffees are ready sir!" I called out a few minutes later during a pause in their conversation, after having made my way to the open kitchen door with my eyes still closed, this time toting two drinks. "Put them on the table then!" Ram responded, leaving me to step down onto the gravel and stumble toward them. "Okay if I take summore pics of 'im out 'ere?" his mate requested. "Yeh, click away!" Ram replied, as I somehow succeeded in depositing both cups of coffee safely on the table beside them, "Only make sure you keep my face out of 'em!" "Over here!" he demanded as I stood by with my head bowed wondering what to do next, reaching out to grab tight hold of my nipples and use them to guide me toward him until I was positioned between his spread thighs. "On yer knees slave boy! And commence sucking my dick!" he added imperiously. Hoping against hope that Ram's words had not been overheard by my neighbours, as my nose hit the front of his pants, I crouched down before him and obediently set about opening up his flies. "Don't worry, I can blank out yer face afterwards!" his mate assured him, as I eagerly pulled down my young master's underwear to let loose his fast-swelling dick. As I dutifully took his manhood into my mouth and bathed its length and girth with my saliva, as I had on previous occasions, I realised blanking my face out the pics was not on the cards, but comforted myself that, as I was no longer in regular employment, at least I didn't have a reputation that I needed to protect to maintain my livelihood. Although it would be embarrassing for my gay friends to discover I was now playing the role of sub, I told myself that at my age, I should be pleased that anyone would find pics of me worth either taking or viewing, however degrading the poses might be! So, I threw caution to the winds and voluntarily laundered my master's balls to add to his pleasure, at which point his mate intervened to prompt him to raise his legs from his chair so he could also capture close-ups of me slicking down the hairs adorning his seam, licking his ass and sliding my tongue inside his hole. I only hoped I would get the satisfaction of seeing some of the pics afterwards - though preferably not as a result of them being posted on some gay porn website or as trophy pics on Ram's profile! Once his coffee was drunk, his cigarette smoked and my complete sexual servitude to him caught on cam by his pal, Ram tucked his cock back into his pants and, as the sun passed behind a cloud for a second time, decided it was time for us to return indoors. "He's got a home gym up on the top floor he's always banging on about, that doubles as a make-shift dungeon, apparently!" he explained to his companion as I was led back through the kitchen and into the hallway on my hands and knees. "So, we're off up there next. That way we can do whatever we like with him without freaking out the neighbours." "I'll bring 'is bag," his pal volunteered as they walked by it at the foot of the stairs, "E's got some really kinky stuff in it, I can't wait to try out on 'im!" Chapter Ten My home gym had started life as a spare bedroom, but over the years I had gradually removed the furniture and replaced it with a multi-gym, workout bench, exercise bike and rowing machine, along with a selection of bar and dumbbells and the weights to go with them. I had also fitted a chinning bar, fixed horizontally a foot below ceiling height, spanning the alcove between the side of the built-in wardrobe and the door, which in the past I had used to attach the wrist-cuffs or leash of a collared bondage sub to immobilise him. I'd also driven rings into the skirting beneath the bar and into the walls at either side so ankle and wrist cuffs could be attached to them, leaving me free to do whatever I liked with him. "Pull up the blind to let more light in!" Ram told his bag-toting mate as soon as we entered, closing the door behind us and positioning me in the alcove beneath the chinning bar. Knowing that up here no one could see the goings-on through the window, I fell to my knees to resume my doggie role, aware that no matter how much noise me or my tormentors might make, the room's location on the outer wall meant it was unlikely to be heard by the neighbours. "Out the way!" Ram demanded, more irritated than pleased by my show of submission, after spotting my workout mat propped up at the back of the alcove. While I cowered by the door, he laid it down in the centre of the room then returned to yank me up by the collar and raise my arms above my head. When my hands reached the chinning bar, he moulded my fingers around it. "Now you get to be my monkey!" he joked, stepping back to join his mate. "Come on then! Let's see yer swing!" he added, when I was slow to grasp what he was after. Although I rarely used the chinning bar in my regular workouts, choosing to strengthen my biceps in other ways, I grabbed tight hold of it with my palms facing me and slowly lifted my body up from the floor, then raised my knees and commenced swinging backwards and forwards and from side-to-side in as close to monkey fashion as I could manage. "Make ape sounds an'all!" his mate added, taking more pictures as I obediently uttered a chorus of "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" sounds as I swung. After bursting into fits of laughter, one or other of them stepped forward and began slapping my genitals around to add to my humiliation. Although I managed to sustain this for a couple of minutes or more, when they moved on to tickling me beneath my arms my aching limbs could take the strain no more and my grip on the bar finally faulted. "I'd say 'e's more of a worm than a monkey," Ram's mate exclaimed excitedly when I landed on the floor on my ass. Getting off on the rough-housing and clearly wanting to take it further, the pair forced me to lie face-down and demanded I wriggle my way across the room to the exercise mat. "Now start humping the floor!" he demanded gleefully once I was positioned to their liking. As I resumed doing what I had been doing voluntarily on their arrival, the pair proceeded to show their contempt for me by wiping the soles of their street-soiled footwear on the pallid skin of my rarely exposed torso. "You dirty little worm!" Ram's excited companion exclaimed, as he imprinted the tread of one of his trainers into softness my rump and then twisted his foot from side to side to abrade the skin. "Carry on humping!" Ram called out when I began to moan in response, silencing my protests by repositioning his feet at each side of my head and pressing my face down to the tops of his trainers in turn. "Lick 'em!" he demanded, while his mischievous mate continued to trample and scuff my tender-most flesh and squash my cock hard up against the floor beneath my belly. Inexplicably finding myself turned on by the extremity of the humiliation I was being subjected to, regardless of the damage being inflicted on me, I obediently lathered the scuffed rims and sucked on the laces of my master's trainers, grateful for being permitted to thrust my hard cock up against the mat as I did so. But not for long, as the pair soon opted to flip me over onto my back to expose and gloat over the aroused state of my cock, after which one of them stepped up to crush both my cock and balls beneath the sole of their shoe and grind them into my belly. "Get me those wrist and ankle cuffs from his bag," Ram demanded when I curled up like a wounded worm and instinctively attempted to prevent their feet compressing my vital organs. While his accomplice searched my holdall for the cuffs, the lad yanked me up from the floor by the collar and escorted me back to the alcove with my still-erect cock swinging freely between my legs drooling pre-cum. As he repositioned me beneath the chinning bar, a mighty clatter came from the other end of the room, after his mate lost patience and emptied my bag's entire contents out onto the floor. "Before yer put the cuffs on 'im, let's 'ave him try on some of the other kinky stuff a found in his bag!" he chirped up with a snigger, as he sifted through the various items it had contained in search of what he was after, "This pair of knickers, for instance!" "Yeh, let's have him wear those first!" Ram replied enthusiastically, "Is there a bra in there as well, by any chance?" "I'll check!" his mate replied with a giggle, trawling through the heap to check if there was something equally feminine for me to wear to accompany them. I knew there wasn't, as I considered having a sub wear knickers to be humiliation enough, and hadn't been inclined to fork out the extra money to buy a bra to accompany them. While he searched in vain, Ram had me step into the knickers one foot at a time and then gleefully hoisted them upwards so forcefully that their rear immediately disappeared into my crack and rubbed up against my shaved anus, whilst at the front, their fabric refused to stretch sufficiently to contain the whole of my engorged cock, leaving its head protruding above their taut elasticated waistband betraying the excitement I felt being forced to wear them. "Lovely!" the lad sniggered, opting to remove the dog collar for aesthetic reasons, "Now let's have a few nice girlie poses!" Whilst Ram stood back to take a series of pictures, I followed his instructions to display myself, front and back and wiggle my ass as I slowly lowered the knickers an inch at a time until I was rendered fully naked once more. Meanwhile, his accomplice had spotted some equally skimpy apparel for me to be photographed wearing. As though dressing up a doll, my two tormentors then had a ball having me model the other demeaning outfits I'd accumulated over the years for subs to wear. This included a tight-fitting pair of black leather shorts, a black leather jockstrap, and a triangular black leather posing pouch, that barely covered my balls, let alone my cock, and none of my behind. This was held in place by a thin leather cord threaded through the metal eyelets at each of its corners, knotted together at the rear so that it could be undone with a single pull. This was my garment of choice when exhibiting a sub in a leather bar, as the sexual tension created by him knowing he could be rendered completely naked at any moment gave me an additional hold over him which would have been lost if I'd made him strip fully naked from the start. After I'd been pictured wearing each of these scanty coverings, Ram returned to kitting me out in bondage gear, adding the wrist and ankle cuffs to the ends of my limbs and attaching a thicker slave collar, with three metal rings attached to it, around my neck. He then proceeded to immobilise me by attaching my legs to the skirting and my arms and neck to the chinning bar. Once he had me trussed-up, he stood with his head opposite my own and whilst exhaling heavily in my face, ran his hands proprietorially over my tethered body, just as he had when we had first met, but this time knowing that whatever he chose to do to me, I would be unable to resist. Whilst I quivered with excitement at my total vulnerability, the lad gently ran his fingers over the softness of my pale skinned torso, then playfully teased my nipples to make them stand out more prominently, before taking them into his mouth in turn and driving me crazy by alternately sucking and biting their tips until I began to squirm. At the same time, he cupped my balls in the palm of one hand and as he tightened his grip around them began tugging on my rapidly hardening shaft. Then to my surprise, he abandoned my tits to place his mouth over my own and after inserting his tongue into my mouth, sucked out my own to award me a long and very passionate kiss. "Sorry to disturb you two love birds," his mate interrupted when Ram finally paused to take a breath, "but there's still loads more tackle 'ere to try out on 'im!" "These mebbie?" he added, when Ram backed away from me to give him his attention, presumably holding up some of the items he had selected from the floor for his approval. "Okay..." Ram conceded, "But best shove the gag in his gob first!" Moments later, his mate stepped forward to pinch my nose between his fingertips until I opened my mouth, after which he thrust my cock-shaped rubber gag into the void and set about buckling it in place! "That'll keep 'im quiet!" he gloated afterwards, as he then proceeded to attach the nipple-clamps he had discovered amongst the clutter to each of my tits. Whilst I emitted a series of guttural grunts in response to the pain now emanating from my chest, he slowly tightened their screws until they gripped sufficiently tightly to hold firm when he tugged down on the chain connecting them. "There yer go!" he remarked with satisfaction, once they were in place, awarding my defenceless, but still hard cock, a series of contemptuous slaps. Not to be outdone by his mate, I heard Ram retrieve an item of his own from the heap scattered across the floor, after which he pushed his way past me into the alcove. There, he crouched down behind me and moments later I felt his lubed-up fingers being slid in and out of my ass until he had succeeded in sinking two of them inside me as far as the knuckle. After which, he began prising what I recognised as the tip of one of my cone-shaped rubber butt-plugs into my hole! Although it turned out he hadn't selected the biggest of them, I still experienced the most agonising pain as the plug stretched my hole way beyond its previous limits. Thankfully, the discomfort faded rapidly once the plug had passed beyond its widest point and my sphincter muscles contracted behind it to hold it securely in place. As though in a game of one-upmanship, once my ass was plugged, his accomplice returned with another item from the floor, this time a length of soft nylon rope which he commenced looping around the base of my swollen shaft and scrotum. After yanking my foreskin down to its fullest extent, he used his nimble fingers to separate my balls and tighten the rope between them so they were transformed into two balloons of taut flesh, then finished off by coiling the remaining rope neatly around my shaft, until it nestled beneath its exposed helmet. Whilst I struggled to accustom myself to having a solid block of rubber wedged inside my fundament and another filling my mouth, the pair stood back to take more pictures and root through the remainder of my collection of sexual paraphernalia to decide what to use next. Unable to open my eyes, I could only imagine what I must look like - naked but for cuffs and a collar, my limbs spread-eagled, my mouth gagged and my ass plugged, the reddened tips of my tits caught between the clamps, my bloated genitals and the exposed helmet of my swollen cock equally inflamed and bound so tightly with rope that it would remain hard whatever further torments the pair chose to inflict on me. I recognised their next choice when I felt the flat leather tip of my riding crop being used from a distance to slap my trussed-up cockhead and balls and disturb the chain dangling down from my tits. As I writhed and pulled against my bonds, the weight and frequency of the taps was gradually ratcheted up until I was performing an ungainly dance as I sought, in vain, to protect my most sensitive organs from the blows. "Hope you're enjoying yourself, now you've got what you've been angling for, slave boy!" Ram whispered in my ear when, to my surprise, a few minutes later he began to untether me. In the background, I heard his mate cursing as he repositioned my gym equipment to suit their purpose, after which I was led by Ram to the centre of the room with my eyes still closed and required to kneel on all fours on the cushioned top of my workout bench. The two of them then reattached my wrist cuffs to the stanchions at either side and the ankle cuffs to the legs at its rear - leaving my ass exposed at a convenient height to hit. After checking out my backside, Ram must have decided the butt-plug would get in the way as he caught me unawares by yanking it out all in one go, as though removing a sticking plaster from a wound. "I've always fancied doing this!" Ram revealed to his accomplice as the rubber plug bounced around a couple of times before settling on the floor. I next heard a swishing sound tearing through the air above my head and realised he was about to try out an instrument of punishment that had been tried and tested on the asses of naughty schoolboys for centuries and still continues to be used to maintain discipline in the less enlightened educations systems of the world to this very day. "This has also been long overdue!" Ram declared, in the manner of a disapproving school master as I heard him test out the cane on the palm of his left hand to assess how painful it would be. Meanwhile, his mate positioned himself at my other end and re-attached the leash to my collar so he could hold me in position whilst my punishment was being administered, but left the cock-gag in place to prevent me from crying out. "Count 'em out for him!" he added to his mate, as I uttered a guttural moan in response to the first blow and bit hard into the gag to prepare myself to take however many more of them he chose to impose on me. "One!" his accomplice called out gleefully, tightening his grip on my collar, quickly followed by "Two...three... four..." as Ram got into his stride, during which I learnt that even hit lightly, the slenderness of the cane delivered a blow far more stinging and painful than the flat of any hand or even a paddle. While his mate chuckled and Ram gradually increased the weight of his blows, the chain connecting the nipple- clamps swung around wildly, increasing my discomfort further, so that despite the rope wrapped tightly around my genitals, my erection rapidly began to subside. "Ten, eleven, twelve!" his mate announced, after which Ram paused to inspect the state of my ass. "Yer should aim for't same spot every time," his mate advised, "That'll mek im wriggle!" "I think I prefer his ass striped!" Ram quipped as he fondled the curve of my buttocks to feel their heat before resuming where he'd left off. With my neck held secure by his pal and my limbs firmly attached to the bench, as my punishment resumed, I was left with little alternative but to seek to combat my growing agony with my mind. Telling myself I should try to embrace the pain, that I deserved it, that it would provide my handsome Indian master with pleasure and make him want to see me again... However, it was a big ask, and as my suffering increased, I could not prevent myself from worrying about the risk of the lad inflicting permanent damage on the body I had spent so much time and effort maintaining in order to please him. Only to then become turned-on again by the thought of Ram branding me as a slave by giving me a perpetually reddened ass, distended tits and a cored-out hole and the indignity of having my own collection of leather gear used to bring my degradation about. As the whacks continued to bite deep into my tender flesh, I resorted to fast-forwarding my thoughts to when my punishment was over and imagined myself wanking-off over the pics the pair had taken of me, in the same way I did over the pics and videos I had taken of the submissive young guys I had dominated in the past. Only this time round with the added twist, that my master possessing such images of me would strengthen his hold over me for years to come. To be continued... Can't wait to sample more of my writing??? A free PDF version of the whole story is available by email from the authour at barneybumpkin@gmail.com on request To read my other writing posted on Nifty look under "B" in the Authors tab or do a search for my name.

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Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 05:40:00 EST From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: Spring Training (04) by Justin Davis (M/t,dom,bond,oral,anal,reluc, incest) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a teen male and men. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. The events and characters portrayed in this story are entirely a work of fiction. The reader should interpret nothing in this story as advocating any of the sexual acts or actions contained within the story. Finally, none of my characters usually practice safe sex because they catch only what I want them to. In real life, safe sex is the only way to go. It is smart. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Author's note: A special thanks to David T, my copy editor, who has helped so much with past, and I hope, future stories. Constructive comments are always welcome and may be sent to Justin0398@aol.com Spring Training By Justin Davis Chapter Four Initially, David's second session of obedience training had not gone very well at all. There was no way he was going to suck Uncle Dalton's cock like he had been commanded to do. He had spit and cursed and shook his head in refusal. However, after the fourth application of the cattle prod to his perineum, the tender spot between his asshole and balls, David opened his mouth like a hungry gold fish, then waited obediently, while his uncle walked in front of his face, pulled down his stiff cock, and inserted the tip into David's mouth. "That's it nephew, suck it real good!" his uncle had intoned. "Oh yeah, that's it!" his uncle said in response to the warmth of David's mouth. "Work your tongue over the head." he demanded. For some time, David fought the urge to gag as his uncle began to shove more of his meat into his mouth and fuck his face. David had been so preoccupied with trying to handle the ball deep thrusts of his uncle's cock, and breath at the same time, that he didn't notice John walk around behind him. He did notice the removal of the butt plug, however. "Mmmpfff!" David exclaimed, the best he could with a mouth full of cock, as the butt plug was quickly removed. David's uncle pumped his dick down David's throat a few more times, then removed it from his nephew's mouth. He knew David was going to get fucked and he wasn't about to take a chance on getting bitten. John's cock would not be an easy horse for David to ride, especially for a first fuck. However, the fact that David had been wearing the butt plug for a few days, and the fact that it was almost four inches round, would help some. At first, David was puzzled by the withdrawal of his uncle's cock from his mouth. Then hearing John's movement behind him, David turned his head around, as far as he could, and saw the muscular black man standing behind him lubing his fully erect cock. It was even larger than David had imagined it would be when he had seen it in its flaccid state. To be precise, David was staring at a 5 1/2 inch round, eleven-inch long, piece of rock hard, black, cock. David became immediately aware of the coolness of the air on his still-open asshole and the target that it presented, since his butt cheeks were splayed wide open by the manacling of his ankles to the table legs. It didn't take a mathematical genius to put two and two together and add up what was going to happen next. "Oh God, please don't fuck me!" David begged, and immediately regretted having brutally fucked that young kid months ago. "I will suck you! Please, I will do anything! Please don't!" David pleaded. "You'll kill me!" he added, as if those words would make a difference. John made sure that every crevice of his dick was lubed, as David whimpered and stared in wild-eyed disbelief at the glistening chocolate sausage. Then, when John grabbed hold of his chocolate colored monster, pulled it down to where is was level with David's asshole, and moved closer toward David's butt, David began to writhe and squirm and try to escape. However, his efforts were useless. With his arms and legs manacled to the legs of the table there was no way David was going to go anywhere. "Oh please! Oh no! Oh God! David sobbed, shaking his head from side to side. "I think we need to get this tight, white, ass warmed up a bit," John said, then took his hand a landed it hardly on David's butt cheek. "Whap! Whap! Smack! Smack!" "Oh! Oh! Ow! Ow!" The room echoed with the sounds of the blows and David's yelps, until John had David's butt a bright pink. Through tears and sobs, David began almost a continual litany of begging, pleading, and struggling. He tried with all his might to get loose from the manacles that anchored him firmly to the table. His cries only rose to an even higher crescendo when John placed the gigantic head of his cock against David's still partially open ass lips. "I am going to fuck you now!" John stated bluntly. "You can make this as easy or as hard as you want it!" he cautioned. "Oh please no! I promise! I will do anything! Oh god please no!" David pleaded, as he felt the head of the giant cock seat itself in his still partially dialated asshole. "I'll be good. I'll be good! I will obey! I will obey!" he began to holler over and over, as if he were chanting some kind of mantra that would prevent the inevitable from happening. John moved his hips forward and pushed. There was a slight resistance, then the huge head of his cock popped in and lodged itself just inside David's butt. Although David's asshole was tight, the butt plug had served its purpose. John was able to get the head of his dick in without tearing David's asshole to shreds. "I'll obey! I'll-----------" In response to the intrusion, David's voice stopped mid sentence and his eyes flew wide open. It was as if all of the breath had been knocked out of him. Then, when David caught his breath, he issued forth a loud grunt, then screamed at the top of his lungs. "Owwww! Urggh!! Oww!" he screamed. To David it felt as if some one had just taken the fat end of a baseball bat and shoved it into his butt. "Oh God! It's killing me!!" David screamed, and began to cry even more. "God you are tight!" John remarked. "Open up you little fucker and let this black dick in!" he said to David, and then pushed forward a little more. "Oh God no! No! No!" David pleaded, in response. "Ooooo! Owwww! Owww!" David hollered. "He's clenching his butt!" John said to David's uncle. "Loosen up David, don't fight it. Act like you are trying to take a shit!!" David's uncle hollered at him. In desperation for anything that would stop the pain, David grunted like he was taking a shit. Three inches of John's huge cock slid into him as a result. "Oh! Ah! Owwww! Urgggh!" David cried out. David thought he would die. He couldn't take any more he just couldn't. The huge cock would rip him apart. "That's it baby. Let this big old Texas black snake in!" John intoned, as he felt more of his cock ease in. "You goanna love it honey. John here is goanna take you on a wonderful ride!" he added. David's uncle chuckled softly at the truth of that statement. Dalton had been fucked by lots of guys in his life but none were as good at fucking as John. For a few moments, John remained still in order to give to give David's asshole time to adjust to the thickness of his cock. As he did so, he reached his hand around, and under David, grabbed hold of David's cock and began to stroke it. Through the dull pain, David began to feel the sensations caused by John's manipulation of his cock. David hadn't cum in almost a week, and even though he had his butt stuffed, the wonderful sensations began to tingle his body. "Unnhh!" David exclaimed, as the pleasurable sensations of John's hand on his cock began to have the desired effect of over-riding the pain of the thick log lodged just inside his ass. As a result, David's ass muscles momentarily relaxed, making John's penetration easier. "Ahh!!" David exclaimed, as he felt more of the thick cock ease into him. John paused his penetration, since David now had almost half his cock in him and needed time to adjust, but he continued to manipulate David's cock. David's mind became a mix of feelings and emotions. On the one hand, he had over six inches of big, black, cock in his rectum with more to go. On the other, the feelings coming from his cock were driving him crazy with pleasurable sensations. It had been so long since he had cum. He needed to cum so badly! "I can do it, I can take it." David thought to himself. David didn't know or care about anything anymore. All resistance melted from him and he pushed out even harder with his ass muscles, as though he was taking the biggest shit of his life. "MMM!!" John exclaimed, as David's ass opened up and the rest of his cock slid into David's rectum. "Ahhh!!!" David hollered out, as he felt John's cock enter him even more and begin to slide along the walls of his rectum re-arranging his insides. "That's it baby, let old John here fill you up!" John said, as the rest of his dick began to slide slowly in. John paused again, to let David adjust to the cock that was now all the way in him. Then, he began a slow fucking motion, while he continued to stroke David's cock with slow deliberate strokes. Through the dull pain, David sensed the feel of John's huge bull-like ball sack on the cheeks of his butt, and realized he had the whole monster cock inside him. Too David, it felt as though his entire gut was filled with cock. He was certain that it was in him all the way up to his navel. "Uh uh, uh, uh! David began to grunt in time with John's fucking As John quickened his pace even more, his huge balls swung between David's legs and his groin made smacking sounds against David's butt cheeks. "Uh! uh, uh," "Smack, smack, smack!" The sounds of David's grunts and John's fucking filled the room. As the pain became considerably reduced, David began to sense something else happening and his grunts were replaced by a series of moans and groans. "Oh!" David exclaimed, as began to feel the first tingles caused by the head of John's cock rubbing back and forth over his prostate. John stopped stroking David's cock momentarily, and worked his fingers over David's' cock head, smearing the pre-cum that was beginning to ooze all over the head of David's cock. Then, he used the natural lube to continue stroking David's cock. "Oh yes! Fuck yes!" David exclaimed, as he felt the pleasure waves deep inside him. "Unngh!" he moaned as an even larger wave of pleasure swept over him clear down to his toes. Not missing a fuck stroke, John looked over at David's uncle, smiled, and then nodded approvingly. "You like this big old black cock don't you white boy?" John asked, and then hunched balls deep into David's ass again. "Uh! Oh!" David responded. John stopped his fucking and the jacking of David's cock and held still. "Oh no!" David exclaimed as the waves of pleasure instantly stopped. "I asked you a question white boy," John stated. "You like John's big old black dick don't you?" "yesss." David replied meekly. "What did you say? You mean you want this faggot black man to fuck you?" asked John, who then hunched his hips just enough to bring a tingle inside David. "Oh yes!" David exclaimed. "I am not sure you really want it." John replied. John continued to play with David, like a cat with a mouse, for some minutes more, questioning, then acting like he didn't understand David's answers. Before long, David was literally out of his mind with the desire for John to continue fucking him. "Fuck me! Please fuck me! Just do it!" David finally shouted in frustration. David couldn't believe he had just uttered the words. Are you sure?" John asked mockingly one final time, and withdrew his cock as if to pull it out. "Oh god, no, please!" David begged loudly enough so that the words reverberated off the walls of the room. "Then hang on for the ride white boy!" John replied, grabbed David's hips with both hands, and then began to fuck David "balls deep" in earnest. As waves of pleasure began to sweep over David's body almost continuously, his yelps began to echo even louder through the room "Yes, yes, yes, shit, shit, yes yes!!" David bellowed, in time to John's thrusts. David's jaw went slack and he began to shake his head from side to side and spit began to drool from his mouth. David, who had fought with all his might to prevent what was now happening to him, was now totally lost in the bliss of the first fuck of his life. "Oh my god!!!" David cried out, as John took one hand off of David's hips and began to stroke David's cock again. David had never known any sensations like it in his young life. Here he was being stuffed full of big black cock and his mind was awash with pleasure. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" David intoned loudly. John could feel the beginnings of David's sphincter spasms around his cock and knew David wouldn't last long, not with the extra stimulation, so he removed his hand from David's cock, grabbed both of David's hips in his hands again, and increased the pace of his fucking. "Here it comes white boy. I am goanna shoot all the way up to your belly!" John said lustily. David felt something deep inside him began to well up and begin its long journey to freedom at the same time he felt John's cock grow even larger inside him. "Oh shit!" John exclaimed. "Big load white boy coming your way white boy!" John hollered, then he stiffened, came, and began to fill David's insides with his thick hot cum. David could feel the warmth spraying against the walls of his intestines and knew he was being filled full of John's cum. For David, that was all it took. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" David screamed loudly, and then self-detonated. A thick rope of white, teen, sticky stuff, shot out of the head of David's cock and landed with an audible plop underneath the table. Then there was another and another, as David's dick twitched with each orgasmic spasm. David's uncle, who had been jerking off during David's initiation into the world of fucking, groaned and shot his own load all over David's back, while David whimpered with delight. Two more times that afternoon, the three would have sex again, this time in the king-sized bed located in Dalton and John's bedroom There was no need to restrain David any longer. In fact, David had climbed up on top of his uncle and rode his dick with wild abandon, while John sucked him. Then, after they had rested from their second time, David would find himself squealing and squirming like a baby seal, as John ate his ass out and his Uncle Dalton gave him the best head job he had ever had in his life. David learned that day, that he could either experience pleasure or pain at the hands of the two men who now had charge of him. To David, it was any easy choice. He preferred the pleasure. As a matter of fact, he preferred the pleasure so much he knew he would willingly obey and learn what the two men had to teach him even if there was pain. For David Sims, a metamorphosis had taken place. One, in which an interior self that had been suppressed, was now revealed. It would be a very different David Sims from now on. To be continued....

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Date: Wed, 5 Jun 2024 07:27:18 +0100 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Confessions of a Wannabe Gay Sex Slave 5-6 Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults interested in homosexual erotica. If that is not something that you wish to read then go no further. All characters and situations are fictional, though hopefully plausible, and grounded in reality. The work published here is all my own with all rights reserved. The author is based in the UK so the diction reflects this but my stories involve characters of different ethnicities and many are set in locations outside the UK. My thanks go to Nifty for all the pleasure the Archive has given me over the years and for the opportunity to bring my writing efforts to the attention of those who share my particular erotic interests. Readers are encouraged to make a donation to keep the archive going for many more years. As always, feedback both critical and complimentary is welcome via e-mail to: barneybumpkin@gmail.com. Please don't contact me with commercial requests or advertising. Hope you enjoy Barney Summary In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man. After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies. However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other. Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise. Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master. Reader's Comments on Barney's previous work "I enjoyed reading your story. It is well-written, with good pace and detail. The theme is imaginative and so hot." "I want to let you know how much I'm enjoying your latest story. Not only is it incredibly horny (I cum every time I read an instalment) but I love the way you're slowly ratcheting things up in an entirely believable fashion." "Your splendid writing has blown my mind and my cock!" Chapter Five The following morning, in honour of Ram's visit, I cleaned the kitchen, washed the floor, then dusted and vacuumed the hallway and living room. I uncovered the patio furniture, washed it down and put cushions on the seats. I put up the sun umbrella and deposited the matches and ashtray on the table. An hour before he was due to arrive, I went to the bathroom, gave myself a douche, took a shower and put on the requested white tee-shirt. I also took a whole bag of SM gear, along with a riding crop, condoms and lube, down to the living room, moved the furniture around to create more space and even attached a heavy metal chain from a hook I screwed into the ceiling! In the kitchen, I opened up the French windows, turned on the water feature I had recently installed and put on some soothing music. I took water and glasses into the living room along with towels and a bowl of water for him to wash his sticky hands in. Finally, I ground up the coffee beans and filled up the coffee machine ready to switch it on. At twelve o'clock, with my preparations for Ram's arrival complete, I was surprised to hear the doorbell ring. But this couldn't be him, as I had left the door open on the understanding that he would let himself in. Clad only in my tee-shirt, I peered out into the hallway and spotted someone waiting out on the porch through the frosted glass. I dashed upstairs to retrieve my bathrobe just as the bell sounded a second time. I hastily put it on and hurried back down, taking the steps two at a time. Noticing that the chain I had optimistically hung down from the ceiling was visible through the open living room door, I quickly slammed it shut before breathlessly opening up to my unexpected visitor. On my doorstep stood an impatient postal worker who, on catching sight of me still wearing my bathrobe at noon, gave me a disapproving scowl. She passed over a clipboard for me to sign and then eyed my signature suspiciously when it failed to match my partner's name written above the address. During this vetting process, I noticed Ram appear at the end of my driveway. In a panic, I wrested the letter out of the woman's hand and before she could protest had shut the door in her face. I raced back into the hallway, threw the bathrobe over the banister rail and, bare-arsed once again, hurried into the kitchen to make Ram his coffee. "Tut, tut!" muttered my visitor, a minute later, shaking his head as he entered the room behind me, "Coffee not ready again!" While I hastily tended to the espresso machine, anxious to make amends, Ram strode across the kitchen and stepped through the open French windows and out into the garden. After conducting a brief reconnoitre, I heard him pull out a chair and take a seat at the patio table. When his coffee cup eventually filled, I set it down on a tray beside the milk and sugar and hurried across the kitchen to avoid keeping him waiting a moment longer than necessary. But when I reached the French windows, I halted, encountering a problem I had not anticipated - I was bare footed and my patio was covered with sharp gravel. My visitor turned toward me, a look of feigned innocence on his face, querying why I had stopped. I saw immediately that he had foreseen my predicament and was enjoying the prospect of so promptly putting my promised obedience to the test. Having already failed to have his coffee waiting for him when he arrived, I could hardly balk at serving him for fear of having to suffer a little discomfort - well not without totally undermining my credibility as a sub. So, I gritted my teeth, gingerly set down one foot after the other on top of the jagged shingle and placed the tray on the table at Ram's side. "I take two sugars," he stipulated, staring up at me straight-faced, as the sharp stones slowly bit into the tender undersides of my feet, "and lots of milk". I spooned out the sugar, gave it a stir and added some milk, all the while shifting my weight awkwardly from one foot to the other. "A little bit more..." demanded Ram peering into the cup, "a bit more..." he added, when I failed to pour in enough for him. Clearly aware that he had me at a disadvantage, he seemed determined to prolong my suffering for as long as he possibly could. "Now you can light me a cigarette," he commanded. I opened up the cigarette-case he had put down on the table, took out a fag and, realising I would need to suck on it for it to take light, despite being a life-long non-smoker, slid it into my mouth. Thankfully it lit first time and I hurriedly passed it across to him. Settling back in his chair, Ram took a deep draw on the cigarette and relaxed in the sunshine, no doubt savouring the spectacle of having a guy so eager to please him that he was prepared to publicly humiliate himself by standing naked but for a tee-shirt outside the rear of his home. Aware that his gaze was on me, I hooked my hands together behind my back and cast my eyes downwards to further emphasise my submission, stoically enduring the pain from the unforgiving gravel whilst pushing my worries over being spotted by the neighbours to the back of my mind. Whilst continuing to shift my weight from one leg to the other, to attempt to mitigate the pain as I awaited his pleasure, I began to speculate on what further humiliations he might have in store for me. Would his next move be to have me remove my shirt to get me completely naked? Did the roleplay fantasy he had mentioned in his messages involve fucking me outdoors in my own back garden? As my cock began to stand to attention at the prospect, I gradually lifted my gaze to admire the lower portions of the young man so confidently stretched out before me. He was dressed casually as before: sneakers, purple socks, cargo pants and a tight-fitting tailored shirt which emphasized the slenderness and delicacy of his body. Arousing as this was, it was not until I reached his handsome face, and our eyes finally met, that the explanation for my arousal was revealed. In sharp contrast with the slender softness of his limbs and the modesty of his boyish frame, the lust-filled look in the young Indian's brown eyes was as cold and hard as steel. "Get down on your knees and make it happy!" he demanded, accompanied by the slightest nod of his head in the direction of his groin. He had used the exact same words on our previous encounter to instruct me to get to work on his cock and clearly saw no reason to waste any thought expressing his wishes any differently. However, this time round, their import was of a different order - we were outdoors on my gravel-strewn patio, where, although it was unlikely we would be seen by one of my neighbours (unless the ninety-year-old next door suddenly decided to stand in the middle of his lawn and peer over the fence) my submission to him would be both more painful and more public. Nonetheless, after only a second's hesitation, during which I opted to crouch rather than risk kneeling on the accursed gravel, I squatted down between the boy's wide-spread thighs and prepared to service his cock. As last time, I discovered his dick was already tenting out the front of his pants. Within moments, I had unzipped his fly and freed its impressive length from the confines of his taut cotton slip. Anxious to please him, I held its silky brown shaft by the base and gently teased its perfectly formed head with the tip of my tongue, gradually easing back his foreskin to taste the first traces of his pre-cum before wrapping my lips lovingly around it and swallowing it whole. While his willing white slave grovelled ignominiously in the gravel doing his utmost to enhance his pleasure, up above me, my Indian master continued calmly sipping his coffee and smoking his cigarette in the pleasantly warm spring sunshine. Whilst Ram continued enjoying his refreshments, he was happy enough to leave me to my own devices and service him as best I could, but once he'd finished them, he became much more demanding. I was glad that I had practiced on the banana the night before because my guest was soon ramming his mammoth dick as deep down my throat as it could possibly go! "Stand up and take off the tee-shirt!" he demanded, finally withdrawing his member from my saliva-plastered face and allowing me to catch my breath. I struggled to my feet and unhesitatingly obeyed his command - shamefacedly sliding off my one and only garment and wiping my face with it before setting it down on the table beside me. "Stand over there and get yourself hard!" he then demanded; my cock having retreated due to the ferocity of the face-fucking I'd had to put up with. Conscious of the noise we'd been making, I peered around nervously to check if anyone had overheard us as I stepped beyond the shadow of the umbrella and stood naked before him, tugging on my dick in full sun. "Put your hands on your head!" Ram commanded, the moment I'd succeeded in getting myself erect, I guess so he could better examine my pale-skinned torso in the bright sunlight. Seemingly it met with his approval, as his next move was to pick up the mobile phone that I'd noticed earlier sitting alongside his cigarette case. "Turn around," he ordered, after using his phone's built-in camera to take half a dozen pics of me displaying myself fully naked and fully erect in my back garden, "and get down on the ground with your arse up in the air!" No sooner had I knelt down in the gravel and raised my buttocks as he had demanded, than he landed a couple of token slaps on my ass, but aware of the noise they made, then backed off to take a series of pictures of me crouched down in this most humiliating of positions. After that, he stepped forward, to press my nose down to the ground so he was able to reach between my thighs and yank both my erect cock and balls between my legs so he could capture them in close-up displayed below my up-turned ass. Evidently, Ram had interpreted me sending him a naked face pic of myself as giving him carte blanche to take a few more of his own - though in poses that were more to his liking! "Hold your buttocks apart, so I can see your hole!" he demanded, before adding more pictures to his collection, after which, he instructed me to make him another coffee while he checked them out beneath the shade of the sun umbrella. I scurried off to the kitchen to do my master's bidding and after returning with his drink, sugared it, added milk and lit him a cigarette as before, though now with the added humiliation of being completely nude. After which it became clear that he wasn't planning to relocate indoors any time soon! "Take off my sneakers," Ram demanded, casually exhaling his smoke through one side of his mouth, "and my socks..." Maybe I wasn't the only one who was going to get naked out in my back garden! So, a good job I'd had the foresight to put up the sun umbrella to hide us from view! I resumed my kneeling position and quickly removed the lad's footwear and trademark purple socks. "And the rest..." he added, nodding downward at his jeans and slip. I carefully slid these off over each ankle and placed his clothes reverently on the vacant chair beside me. I paused momentarily to admire the handsome Indian dressed in nothing but his pale blue tailored shirt, his enormous cock resting languidly on his belly as hard as ever, encircled by its halo of jet-black public hair, his thighs spread enticingly wide. Overwhelmed by the boy's beauty, I longed to throw myself at his feet and shower his whole body with kisses from top to bottom to demonstrate my absolute subservience to him. Instead, I let my gaze fall downwards over his shapely legs, narrow ankles and slender feet, contemplating the delicate rows of toes I'd had the privilege of sucking and wanking-off over to reach my climax at the end of our previous meet... "Now lick my balls!" Ram commanded, sensing my desire for further humiliation and instinctively selecting a demand that would provide me with a suitably demeaning new challenge. Although I had rarely done this in the past, it never occurred to me for a second to disobey and I quickly lowered my head between his thighs and licked my way up the seam of his crack until I reached his scrotum. Slicking the wiry hairs aside with spittle, I went further than he had asked and attempted to gradually envelope his entire ball sack inside my mouth. This was a new experience for me too and I was surprised that far from increasing the Indian lad's vulnerability, as I had thought having the tenderest part of his anatomy crammed between my jaws would, it actually made me more helpless as I struggled to fit them both in my mouth at once and ensure my teeth did neither of them any harm. After a minute or so knelt naked before him, with my mouth stuffed full of his balls, I found I was also struggling to breathe, as the base of his cock was pressed so hard up against my nostrils that it was blocking off my secondary airway. Yet despite this, my primary concerns remained providing the lad with enjoyment and ensuring I did him no harm! In contrast, the sight of my distended mouth and bright red face, as I cowered beneath the imposing silhouette of his manhood, merely prompted Ram to add another humiliating close-up to his collection of pics! "Find yourself something to lie down on," he demanded next, after finally extracting his scrotum from my mouth without mishap. Deciding my exercise-mat would be perfect for the job, I rushed indoors and up the stairs to retrieve it from my gym. I returned to lay it down on the gravel at his feet and was then told to lie down on top of it on my back. No sooner had I complied, than Ram squatted above my head and gradually lowered his arse until his crack was positioned above my mouth. "Lick it!" he commanded. Hidden beneath his shirt-tails, I soon found the circle of hair surrounding his hole, parted them with the tip of my tongue and, this time without any hesitation, sank it deep inside. To my delight, as though to reward me for my unquestioning obedience, as I licked his ass, the boy ran his hands over my chest and plucked my nipples. When my cock immediately became erect as a result of his actions, he reached further down my body and began to slap my shaft from side to side, which had the effect of making it become harder still. Then to my surprise, he rose to his feet and lay down on top of me, face down. Although he kept my potentially soiled mouth away from his face - he encouraged me to hug him close. I happily took his weight and gathered up his slender young man's body in my more muscular arms, gently massaging his head and back then seized the opportunity to fondle his gorgeous ass for the first time. We lay sandwiched together like this for what seemed like several minutes during which a cloud briefly blocked out the sun and Ram drew comfort from the strength and warmth of my embrace. His sudden tenderness not only reassured me that his feelings for me were genuine but also that, unlike other young tops I had come across, he understood that playing the dom role did not prevent him from showing me his softer side too. After rubbing his shaft up against by belly repeatedly, he whispered in my ear for me to get him a condom and rose to his feet. This time, I raced off to the living room, where I had expected us to have sex, and quickly returned bearing the packs of condom and lube that I had left there earlier. By now he was sitting in one of the garden chairs pulling on his dick, which was still at the vertical. He took them from my hand and instructed me to crouch down on the edge of the mat to resume sucking him while he tore open the packs. A few moments later, he pushed my head aside so he could stretch the latex sheath over his shaft. "Back on the mat with your arse in the air!" he demanded. I did as I was told but noted with alarm that the lube pack remained untouched. In place of it, Ram spat on my ass a couple of times and slid a couple of fingers in and out of my hole and, all too soon afterwards, attempted to enter me. A spasm of intolerable pain immediately convulsed my sphincter making me cry out involuntarily despite my determination not to draw my neighbours' attention to the scandalous activities going on below their open windows. Ram showed no sign of letting up however, despite my groans, and my resistance only seemed to excite him all the more. In the end, I had to physically force his cock out of me so that I could grab the unopened pack from the table where he'd left it, tear it in two and smear a coating of lube around my hole to ease his cock's entry into my rectum. Thankfully, after that, I managed to take his cock all the way inside me without too much trouble but as the pace of his thrusts accelerated, the enviably large portions of his member meant that my anal cavity felt stretched as tight as a drum, making me doubt I would be able to withstand this level of discomfort for long. Fortunately, as last time, I didn't have to, as so turned on was Ram by overcoming the struggle I had put up, that after only a short number of thrusts he came, in spurt after triumphant spurt, until he was finally spent! The lad stayed inside me for some time afterwards as he savoured his release and celebrated the completeness of his sexual conquest of me. Thankfully, my discomfort began to ease as his cock slowly shrank and my sphincter muscles gained the upper hand. After which, I began to experience the warm glow in the nether regions that follows a good fucking. To such a degree, that I felt positively bereft when the horny youngster finally withdrew his cock from my ass. I watched, entranced, as he discarded the spunk-filled condom on the gravel, wiped himself down with the kitchen roll I'd had the foresight to bring out with me, then resumed his seat and immediately lit up a postcoital cigarette. "What yer waiting for?" he demanded, after exhaling his first puff of smoke, prompting me to squat down on the mat at his feet so I could admire his youthful body more easily as I began furiously wanking myself. Clearly mindful of how I had cum last time round, to hurry things along, the boy obligingly placed the soles of his feet on the top of my thighs. Although I liked the idea of him trampling on me as I wanked-off, my overwhelming desire at that moment was to worship him and to do that I desperately needed to see the full extent of his beauty. After kissing his flaccid cock, I tentatively took hold of his shirt-tails and, after a glance upward to obtain his consent, began unfastening the buttons of his shirt. Once it was fully open, I gently parted its front and eased the sleeves back to reveal his shoulders. I discovered his slim torso was more muscular than I had imagined and that his skin was adorned with a light covering of body hair - all of which I found incredibly sexy. Entranced by what I saw and elated that Ram had finally agreed to reveal the whole of his body to me, I showed my gratitude by showering his newly exposed flesh with kisses and, when he raised no objection, began gently sucking on each of his perfectly formed nipples. Prompted by my actions, Ram responded by tweaking my tits in return, as though he had just remembered that I had confided with him that this was one of my biggest turn- ons. As I kissed and fondled his beautiful brown body, I brought to mind what had gone before and the circumstances in which our love-making was taking place. Here I was, stripped completely naked, shamelessly masturbating outdoors in my back garden, after having sucked the cock and licked the arse of the young Indian I knelt before, who, after enthusiastically fucking me, was now trampling on my thighs and tweaking my nipples, all of which I appeared to enjoy immensely as I pursued my orgasm! Needless to say, within moments I had cum... Ram left in a hurry at just after 1.15pm, but to my surprise before leaving, stepped out of role to show me the pics he had taken of me and enquire if I had met up with any other Indian boys lately as a result of my on-line dating profile. Whilst noting how demeaning the pics were, I said regrettably not, and admitted I'd had little success, other than himself. This seemed to go down well and the lad left giving me the distinct impression that he would get back in touch with me again in the very near future! It also occurred to me, that after just two meets, he was now carrying around with him on his mobile phone a set of the most sexually explicit and humiliating pics of me ever taken! Once the lad had departed, I imagined him discretely checking them out as he went about his business, maybe showing them off to his mates or wanking off over them as he recalled the humiliation I had permitted him to impose on me. Thrilled at the prospect of becoming such a gorgeous guy's slave, I celebrated my success by making myself a substantial lunch. Later that afternoon, I turned on my PC to both record my adventures and draft a thankyou message to him to encourage him to keep in touch. After which I did a quick recap of why I liked him so much and considered how I might steer him more strongly towards the type of sex I was after. Hi Ram Wow - what more can I say about today? You were brilliant once again! You even remembered to tweak my nipples to get me excited - controlling me by pleasure rather than by brutality. I love your mischievous intelligence - the way you push my boundaries and test my obedience - the tee-shirt, coffee making and cigarette lighting, the outdoor sex, the photographs - plus the way you are able to relax and enjoy my servicing you and savour my humiliation. I also appreciate that you are so health conscious (smoking apart) and, perhaps it goes without saying, such a great looking guy! Thanks once again and please do not hesitate to contact me at any time if you'd like to take things further - you're the boss! Alan xxx P.S. was stripping and fucking me out in the garden the role play fantasy you had in mind for me or was that just a spur of the moment thing? Chapter Six I knew better than to expect to hear back from Ram immediately, so in the days that followed our second encounter I not only spent my evenings happily wanking-off whilst reliving our encounters to date, but also reflecting on why I was so taken by the sexy Indian top and thinking about what I'd like him to do to me next. Why I love this guy: He is imaginative, intelligent, mischievous and willing to push my boundaries and test my obedience - the outdoor sex, the photographs, the gravel, coffee making, cigarette lighting. He is also considerate, clean and health conscious - only smoking outdoors, using mouthwash, his dick and ass are clean and freshly washed, plus he even remembered to tweak my nipples to get me excited. He clearly seems to find me attractive - at least enough to want to fuck and humiliate me! Ideally, I wanted him to do this to me in public places - strip me naked on the Heath or in a gay club - or embarrass me in a caf or pub by making me do sexual things and take risks. However, with him being from an Indian background, I suspected he might be too hemmed in by his family living nearby to risk it. For all I knew, he could still be living at home or even be married! Even if he was out as gay, it occurred to me that he might be less than happy being seen on the gay scene accompanied by a much older white guy, such as me! I also recalled from our early exchange of messages he had made it clear that he wasn't happy about us meeting up for sex at a gay club or sauna, so I guessed he probably hadn't been to one before. Ditto visiting Hampstead Heath late at night. I could understand this, as I recalled shunning such places myself when I was his age as I pursued one unsuccessful romance after another. Not because anonymous sex didn't excite me, but due to my fears of what might happen to me in such places and in case I got myself arrested. Yet being publicly humiliated by Ram in front of a gay audience remained amongst my strongest fantasies. I not only wanted to be naked at his feet and lick them, I also wanted him to spank my ass as well - at least in my dreams! So, I decided to work on some suggestions to help fire-up his imagination if/when he decided to contact me again but cautioned myself to keep it simple and ensure I put an equal focus on enhancing his pleasure as enhancing my own. I also needed to be wary of suggesting anything that would place unwelcome demands on him. When he had last visited me, I had left my whole collection of bondage gear and sex toys out for him but because we stayed outdoors and had never made it as far as the living room, he'd never seen any of it! I decided I would mention this in a future message and invite him to make use of its contents on me. I'd deduced he drove to me by car, so he could arrange to pick me up somewhere more convenient for him rather than waste his precious lunchbreak driving across London to my place. I could get there by public transport with him dictating what I should wear for the journey. He could either get me to strip for him in the car or, now the weather was hotting up, maybe drive me somewhere secluded to have sex outdoors. While I waited for Ram to contact me again, I also resolved to get myself into peak shape so as to remain worthy of being humiliated by him and began taking exercise almost daily instead of just three times a week. However, I remained far from faithful to him and continued to visit gay venues alone or with friends and to exchange messages with other guys on the dating site we both subscribed to. As I was pretty sure Ram was doing the same, I didn't see this as an issue and found I was now playing both sub and dom roles with greater self-confidence than I had in the past as a result of his influence. today? tomorrow? Although, on the face of it, mundane, the words carried such a powerful hidden meaning that they set my heartbeat racing the moment I read them. Such was the youngster's confidence in my compliance with his wishes that I was now being summoned to be fucked by him in just five syllables! The message had taken me by surprise, as I hadn't expected Ram to contact me so soon after our previous encounter and had been out on a shopping trip when it had been sent. Anxious to confirm that his assumption about my eagerness to see him again was correct, I hastily drafted a suitably obsequious reply to encourage him to take my humiliation further. Apologies sir, I've been out all day so only just got your message. Tuesday would suit me fine - it's going to be hot they say! Let me know a time that suits you, along with your requirements and I'll be ready and waiting. I have a collection of leather, rubber and bondage/SM gear which you might find amusing to try out on me when you visit (includes collars, a leash, riding crop, cuffs, blindfolds, harness, gags, various jockstraps & shorts, butt plugs, a vibrator, etc.) should I leave this out for you? Good to hear from you again. Alan xxx He did not reply immediately but left me to imagine what further humiliation he might have in store for me until 11pm on the following day. Maybe he'd been busy fucking someone else earlier! Hello will arrive midday on tues... coffee as per usual outside in the garden ... have it sitting on the table ready for me to prepare... with milk and brown sugar and a teaspoon to stir with...an ashtray also... you will be seated on the floor feet behind you wearing a blindfold...long socks (pref white) at least to the knee if a bit shorter but not much... and a jockstrap Ram xx P.S. i suggest you work to an eta of 1150hrs so i dont have to witness any last-minute faffing about! also have condoms and lube on the table outside This short message set my pulse racing yet again. At first, I was taken aback by being reproached for keeping him waiting on his previous visits, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of him giving me a dressing down. Wasn't it his role as dom to keep me on my toes, to issue instructions and to admonish and punish me should I fail to please him? Indeed, wasn't to be humbled in this way a reassurance that I was thought desirable enough to be worthy of discipline. It was my role to keep Ram (and his cock) "happy" as best I could, as if I failed to do so, I knew I would face the cruellest sanction of all - abandonment! Despite its brevity, the message amply demonstrated the lad's boundless self-confidence and wicked sense of humour - he was playing games with me - wielding the power I had given him over me and obviously enjoying every minute of it! But why choose long white socks for me to wear, of all things? I had an old pair of football socks that would fill the bill somewhere, but would have to root around in my wardrobe to find them. Then throwing in the jockstrap only as an afterthought, to make it plain that this was a concession he didn't have to make and that if he'd wanted to, he could have had me wait for him bollock naked wearing nothing but a blindfold! And specifying that the condom and lube should be ready on the table outside (as though they were salt and pepper) was clearly intended to demonstrate not only that he now took fucking me for granted, but also that my humiliation might well take place outdoors in the garden again - with all the additional risks and excitement that this would provide. I also noted with satisfaction, that Ram had gone beyond the means of humiliation I myself had suggested in advance of our meetings (that he should dictate what I should wear) to also specifying the exact position I should be in when he arrived (in this case on my knees). Demanding I be blindfolded was another innovation that added to my excitement as I realised it would increase my vulnerability still further. I wouldn't know where he was leading me, who might be watching us or if he were taking pictures of me or not. However, I could also see a downside to this, as it meant that I would no longer be able to see the lad's handsome face and body as we made love. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * When "tomorrow" eventually came, so anxious was I not to disappoint my master that I had been on my knees for over fifteen minutes by the time he arrived. Upon hearing him enter the house, I quickly lowered the blindfold over my eyes and straightened my posture just before the kitchen door creaked open and I felt his presence in the room. There was a long silence, during which I guessed Ram was checking that I had complied with his instructions, as he had done on previous occasions. Presumably satisfied, his footsteps returned to the hall and the sound of running water indicated that he was washing himself in the loo. I quickly took my cock out of the jockstrap I was wearing and attempted to get myself hard before he returned - as this was what I would have liked to see in a waiting sub - him wagging his tail in excitement at his master's return! On hearing the door reopen, I dropped my hands to my sides and bowed my head as a mark of my submission, only to have my obedience immediately put to the test as Ram grabbed hold of me roughly by the ear and dragged me out of my corner and across to the centre of the room. Taken by surprise, I lost my balance and had to endure the indignity of padding along on my knees in the lad's wake in order to avoid the pain - only to then have my face unceremoniously rammed hard up against his groin, where I could feel his cock already protruding through his pants. Moments later, he tore open his fly and thrust his bloated dick so far into my mouth that it hit hard against the back of my throat. Ram clearly meant business, as he embedded his cock so far down my gullet that I was left with little choice but to surrender control of my breathing to him. I waited as calmly as I could as he held it there, determined to overcome my impulse to gag, until he was satisfied he'd got his way, after which he permitted me to take a much-needed gasp of air. To underscore his victory, he repeated the process twice more before withdrawing his cock and thrusting his balls in my face. Knowing what was expected of me, I stuck out my tongue and once more ignominiously slicked up his scrotum like a dog until it was bathed in my saliva. The next thing I knew, Ram was pressing my face between the cheeks of his arse! Again, I knew the drill and obediently slid my tongue into his crack, prising my way through the forest of hair until I was able to slide its tip deep into his tightly puckered hole. Although none of this was new to me, I was taken aback by the ferocity of the passion that my vulnerability appeared to have aroused. Nevertheless, I held on manfully in the hope that what might lie further down the line would prove more to my liking, offering no resistance and conjuring up as much enthusiasm as I could muster, as my mouth and throat were pummelled to provide the youngster with pleasure. Although I endured the initial onslaught without complaint, by the time my initiation was over, I felt soiled, my face bathed in precum and saliva, my throat raw and my breath redolent of the boy's anal mucus, the taste and smell of which, to my shame, I had now begun to recognise. After satisfying his immediate needs, Ram resumed my humiliation at a more leisurely pace, while he set about sating his more mundane appetites. Finding that the coffee I had prepared for him had long since gone cold, he had me chase around after him on my knees so I could continue sucking his dick while he re-heated his drink in the microwave. This done, he set his coffee to one side and led me by the earlobe toward the open French windows, where he positioned me with my head down to the kitchen floor with my arse up in the air, facing the open doorway. He then took hold of my hands and positioned them on each of my arse cheeks, indicating that I should hold them apart to display my hole to the world. After which, he retrieved his drink, stepped outside and crunched his way across the gravel to sit out on the patio, stirred in the required amounts of sugar and milk and then relaxed to enjoy the sunshine and savour my humiliation. Although I strained my ears to work out what might lie in store for me next, initially all I could hear was the sound of the birds singing, the water trickling down from the water feature and the occasional vehicle driving past on the road that lay beyond my garden fence. However, this was soon accompanied by sighs of contentment as Ram sipped his coffee, smoked a cigarette and recovered from the frustration that results from even the shortest journey through London's teeming traffic. What could heighten the Indian lad's pleasure more, I reflected, than the spectacle of me, his docile, white sub, prostrated on the floor, humiliating himself by obediently displaying his arse to him to indicate his readiness to be fucked? With Ram in this mood, and the content of my last message encouraging him to be more ruthless and innovative in his love making, I could see no limit to the degradation he might impose on me. While the lad relaxed and contemplated my future, I became aware that the strong midday sun had begun to burn into the pale unprotected skin of my arse and back. It gradually dawned on me that it was no accident and that he had positioned me in the sunlight, as it not only meant that he got a spot-lit view of my most enticing feature, as far as he was concerned, but also caused the sun to burn into my rarely-exposed white flesh. Sadly, when I eventually heard Ram step back into the room, uppermost in my mind was a swift end to my roasting, rather than the prospect of being fucked outside in my back garden. But I was to be disappointed on both counts, as the lad merely stepped around me and began opening up cupboards and rooting through my kitchen drawers - leaving me to toast for a little while longer. While I was still trying to figure out what Ram was up to, he took me by the ear and dragged me back onto my feet. He then grabbed hold of both of my wrists and placed my hands on top of my head. Red in the face from the heat, I puffed out my cheeks in relief, thankful that my pale skin was at last shielded from the sun's rays before I had turned as pink as a cooked lobster. To my surprise, Ram then took hold of my nipples and began gently rolling them between his fingers then wetted their tips with his spittle until they became erect. Elated that he should choose to excite me in this way so early on in our encounter, I moaned in gratitude and my cock stiffened fully for the first time since his arrival. But as my excitement mounted, he abruptly withdrew his hands from my chest and, after a brief pause, my pleasure was cruelly displaced by the most excruciating pain. The lad had clamped a clothes-peg to the tip of one of my tits and even as I caught my breath, attached a second one to the other! Although I had left out my bag of bondage and leather gear for his use in the hallway, as always, the inventive Indian seemed intent on doing things his own way by improvising torture implements from what he found lying around the kitchen. But, using clothes pegs as makeshift nipple clamps was a far cry from what I had been hoping for, as their over-tight springs made them pinch deep into the tender pink flesh of my most erogenous zone. Once again, the limits of my obedience were being sorely tested by the mischievous lad, who despite my whimpers, then increased my pain still further by playfully flicking the pegs hanging down from my chest so that they swung from side to side like the tassels belly-dancers wear to perform their erotic dances. In response to this provocation, I threaded my fingers together to anchor my hands firmly to the top of my head and braced myself to endure the pain, determined to resist stepping out of role and the temptation to remove the pegs myself. Instead, I threw myself at my master's mercy, letting out a series of undignified whines and whimpers to communicate my suffering but not questioning his right to inflict this punishment upon me if he chose to do so. Only for him then to abruptly remove the pegs, leaving me convulsed in pain as the bottleneck of nerve impulses was suddenly transmitted to my brain, all in one go. I gasped and panted as my agony slowly subsided, brought to the brink of tears by the boy's under-estimation of the suffering he was inflicting on me. For a long while afterwards, my nipples felt bruised and raw; the slightest brush against them no longer a source of pleasure but one of pain. Seemingly oblivious to my feelings, the playful Indian's inventiveness continued. Taking hold of my now shrivelled cock and the ball sack I had shaved prior to his arrival, he passed around them a piece of picture-cord (that he must have found in a drawer), fastened it tightly and then led me around the room by pulling hard on its other end. I staggered after him, not knowing where I was going due to the blindfold, with my hands on my head, until we had completed a circuit of the kitchen, after which we paused beside a worktop. The next thing I knew, the cord was suddenly drawn tight and my cock and testicles were dragged downward between my legs. Ram had attached a heavy object to the cord (I discovered afterwards that this was the marble bowl from our pestle and mortar set). As the weight swung perilously from side to side, he pulled hard on the remainder of the string and paraded me around the kitchen with my cock and balls stretched so far down between my legs that my manhood must have been rendered virtually invisible. To complete my humiliation, Ram surprised me yet again by hoisting his agile body up onto the top of the island worktop, where, after lying on his back, he parted his legs and tugged my head downwards until my face was positioned between his buttocks. With the weight still swinging from side to side stretching my tethered cock and balls downwards, I was forced to stoop down, stick my nose into his crack and then directed by tugs on my hair and ears, to sink my tongue ever deeper into his hole and lick it out for the second time that day. After that, it seemed Ram was intent on bringing our encounter to a swift conclusion, as once he had clambered down, his next move was to drape me over a dining chair so he could fuck me, with the marble bowl still weighing down my genitals. To my annoyance, although he paused to don a condom, he again relied on a couple of gobs of spit to lubricate my hole, so that once more I was wracked with pain as he attempted to thrust his shaft inside me. Despite willing myself to endure the previous indignities and pain Ram had inflicted on me, at this point, fearful that the weight was about to castrate me, I finally lost patience with the lad and stepped out of role to push his cock away from me and tear the blindfold from my eyes so I could unfasten the cord. Unsurprisingly, my fending him off and removing the blindfold created a bit of a hiatus. But as I rushed to release the weight from my genitals to restore the blood-flow, the lad said nothing and backed away, expressing his dissatisfaction at being interrupted on the cusp of orgasm by tucking away his cock and walking out through the open doorway into the garden, where he proceeded to light up a cigarette. Fearful that I had blown it, after freeing up my manhood, I meekly lubed up my ass from the unopened sachet I found on the kitchen table and quickly put the blindfold back in place. I then waited contritely, down on my hands and knees, hoping to entice him to resume fucking me, by pointing my ass at the open door in the same position I had been in earlier. To my relief, after smoking his cig, the horny lad returned indoors, but immediately began slapping my buttocks repeatedly with the palm of his hand to demonstrate his annoyance at my act of defiance until I began to whimper from the pain. Although he quickly brought this punishment to an end in response, to my dismay, he then proceeded to slide what I guessed must be the handle of one of my kitchen utensils, as far up my lubed-up ass as it would go! As he gradually rotated its rectangular handle and thrust it repeatedly in and out of my hole, I was reduced to squirming and begging for mercy once more. Once he'd decided he had stretched its perimeter sufficiently to accommodate his cock, he left the utensil sticking out of my ass and walked around me to press my head down to his sneakers for me to lick. After which he took a series of pics of my upturned rear on his mobile phone! After a pause, during which I guessed he was removing his clothes and donning a second condom, Ram returned to yank the makeshift dildo from my ass and set to work fucking me once again. This time, he opted to drape himself on top of me and, once his member was embedded in my hole, used his full bodyweight to pin me down to the floor. Then, before he commenced thrusting his dick inside me, he reached forward to wrap his hands around my neck! Feeling completely possessed and totally at his mercy, as the pace of his thrusts increased, I yielded to the intensity of his passion both physically and mentally, relishing the feeling of complete helplessness as his fingers gradually tightened around my throat. Clearly the lad's excitement mirrored that of my own, as within the space of a minute he was shooting his load inside me. Once spent, Ram released his grip on my neck and lay on top of me with his cock embedded up my ass, with our heads barely inches apart, enabling me to feel his heartbeat gradually diminish and imbibe his tobacco-infused breath, as our sweat mingled together in the overheated room. Despite my increasing discomfort from his weight crushing my body against the unyielding surface, I waited patiently, as his shaft slowly shrank within me, until he finally thrust himself up from the floor to part his perspiring body from my own and remove the condom from his dick. That done, he gave me a kick in the ribs to indicate I should turn over onto my back, which I took as my cue to commence beating off. Realising my time for pleasure had at last arrived, I began pulling on my shrivelled member, but with my genitals still aching from the cord that had been wrapped so tightly around them and my tits still sore from the torture inflicted by the pegs, I was slow to get hard. Growing impatient, the lad walked off to dispose of the condom in the bin and clean himself up with kitchen roll, then returned to my side to commence putting on his clothes. Despite bringing to mind the extent of the humiliation I had suffered that day, without sight of the boy's handsome face or body for inspiration, I found it difficult to become aroused. With the result that Ram was soon fully dressed and ready to go, whilst I was still no closer to cumming. Thankfully, he didn't abandon me, but rather than permit me to lick his ass or tweak my tits to help me out, he instead sandwiched my head between his sneaker-covered feet. As soon as I noticed their presence, I turned my face to nestle my cheek against one of them until I could both feel and smell its rubber toecap as I continued to wank. As my excitement grew, the lad placed his other foot on the side of my head and slowly prised it down to the floor until my nose and mouth were so close to his sneaker that I was able to kiss it. Despite the strain on my neck, resulting from performing this ignominious act of submission, so turned on was I by it, that rather than attempt to shrug him off, I crossed my legs and locked my ankles and thighs together so my whole body became rigid. I then tugged down on my balls with one hand, firmed up my grip around my shaft with the other and pumped it for all I was worth. At the same time, in the darkness beneath my blindfold, I imagined the demeaning sight of me wanking off naked on my kitchen floor with my face squashed beneath the sneakered foot of my fully-clothed Indian master, while I eagerly worshipped his street-soiled footwear. Upon hearing the sound of snapshots being taken to record my disgrace for posterity, I let out a loud moan of satisfaction and my whole body convulsed in an orgasm that seemed to go on and on, until the last of the tension finally drained from my body. When the youngster finally removed his foot from my face, so relieved was I that he had not abandoned me to wank off alone in response to my show of defiance, that I reached out to embrace both of his feet in my arms and upped my humiliation a notch further by covering the tops of his sneakers with grateful kisses. To be continued... Can't wait to sample more of my writing??? A free PDF version of the whole story is available by email from the authour at barneybumpkin@gmail.com on request To read my other writing posted on Nifty look under "B" in the Authors tab or do a search for my name.

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Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2001 07:59:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Jay Cee Subject: construction stud foreman,p3 Construction Stud Foreman, p.3 July 10, 2001 cowboycliff1@yahoo.com Construction Stud Foreman, p.3 of ? Read to the end, guys. I have a little surprise for y'all! __________________________________________________________ I was going out tonight. I knew it when I woke up this morning and felt it in my bones all day long. I could hardly wait for the work day to end, go home, clean up, dress up, and go out on the town. I don't dress up too often, but sometimes I just get that craving to play on the wild side. Do things I don't normally do. I shaved my legs, armpits, and trimmed my bush. I put on my favorite wig that makes all the big white studs go crazy. I put on a bright red shade of lipstick, some blush, eye liner and some hot and saucy perfume. I looked in the mirror and, baby, that was a hot fucking black chick that stared back at me. I blew her a kiss and strutted out the door, swinging my hands, and wiggling my ass. Damn, it wasn't only the temperature that was hot tonight. I walked down the street in my stilletto heels. It took a block or two before I was comfortable in them. I don't wear 'em very often, but tonight I needed that look. I traveled about 5 or 6 blocks from my apartment to an area that I cruised through quite often and I knew that women dressed like me provided customer services to lost souls. I found me a dark doorway to tempt the slow moving traffic and settled back to watch. Several cars slowed and guys asked me what was going on tonight. I got enough of a look that none of them interested me. I needed me a big hairy cowboy stud. Just then a big 4x4 Ford rolled past. I could see a big black hat inside, but he didn't stop. I moved from the shadows watching the tail lights move down the street. Damn, I guess I missed my chance at him, but I saw that truck turn right on the next side street as though he was going around the block. I could at least hope. I stayed by the street and sure enough this big truck came back to me. I walked over to the truck as it slowed and stopped and I leaned against the door and looked in. He was what I had been dreaming about all day. Big hairy, muscled white guy dressed in tight wranglers, muscle t-shirt, black felt hat and big shiny cowboy boots. And his voice about made me melt. What was I doing out on a night like this? "Just giving directions to lost drivers," I purred. I went on to inform him that I was providing a valuable service to motorists in this part of town. Directing them to great eating places and comfortable hotels to rest their tired bodies. "Well, I live in this city, honey, and I know where I like to eat and I got a good bed to sleep in. It just gets lonely sometimes. Do you know what I'm talking about sugar cakes?" I knew exactly what he was talking about. I boldly opened his door and sat down in his nice truck. I closed the door and looked around the inside. "Nice truck, stud. Can you give this tired girl a ride? I've been walking too far tonight. I bet you have a nice place we can go to get better acquainted." He grinned and put the truck into gear. He asked what my name was and I told it was "T'Wanda". I slid across the seat and started to feel his bicep. He flexed it and I purred. He gestured that I should touch his big chest and it was an invitation I made full use of. It wasn't anytime until the truck slowed and made a turn into a very nice house garage. I slid out the door behind him and buried myself in his big arms, our tongues starting a duel that neither one of us would win tonight, but we would try over and over again. He opened the door into his home and I followed along behind with my hands massaging his tight jeans clad ass. "You are a horny bitch tonight, aren't you? Glad you found this lost motorist, cause I like what I see and am sure I'm gonna like you with a few less clothes." He stood in front of me, letting me look and poke and caress and finally I couldn't stand it anymore. I took his shirt in my hands and I ripped it off of him. He was a bit startled at my strength, but he quickly got over it when I started to work on his massive hairy pecs and nipples. It wasn't long before I had his jeans and boots off and I was sucking his big cock. "Oh Baby! Suck Daddy's cock and balls. That feels so good! I haven't had my dick sucked like this in so long a time. Oh, yes, pinch my tits, oh, that's good." The big stud was putty in my hands and mouth in no time. I guess it was a tribute to my skill and enthusiasm when all of a sudden, his balls drew up and his cock thickened, and I got to swallow his tasty load. Shit, the guy kept cumming and cumming. I'm great sucker, but this cowboy had a huge load. I didn't spill much of his tastey cream, I'm proud to say. I worked his balls and milked a few more creamy drops onto my tongue. I then rose to my feet and planted my lips and tongue on his and let him share a taste of his excitement. We sucked face for a few minutes and then he started to undress me. He took off my blouse and bra. I apologized for my small titties, but he quieted me and started to lick and suck 'em, rubbing his stache and beard all over my chest. Woof, this stud knew what turned me on! He got on his knees and started to pull my short leather skirt down. That's when I decided it was time to lay down the ground rules for the rest of the night. "Oh, sugar daddy? Wait one moment, please. This horny black bitch is really in the mood for something kinky and nasty. I want some back door action tonight. Can you dig, stud? Take my skirt off, but that's it. I want you to pile drive that big cock up my ass through my nylons and panties." He dug, cause his cock, which never got soft, immediately started to throb and leak some more precum. "Ok, sweet baby. Your wish is my command." I turned around and popped a couple of snaps in my panties and spread the fold to reveal my ass pussy. The big stud was still on his knees, staring at my hole, when I backed up a bit. "Lick it, stud. Eat my ass pussy and get it wet for that big cowboy cock." He looked a little uncertain for a split second, then he dove in, tongue first. Oh my, he was an ass eating fool and that beard was rubbing me fuckin raw! I was juicing the front of my panties in no time. I leaned over and got on my hands and knees and the big stud followed me down, tongue still buried deep. I started a lewd chant, fuck me, stud, fuck me. He must have liked the funky taste of my asspussy, cause he eat me for a couple of minutes more. Finally, when I thought he was going to make me cum with just his tongue, he pulled his face away from my wet hole, lined up his dick, and started to push it in. "Oh baby, you're tight. Your asspussy is so snug around my big hairy cock. Take my fuck stick, you black bitch, feel my hairy balls slapping against your ass?" I squeezed his cock with my asshole and heard the big stud gasp. I work out some and know how to keep my ass nice and tight. I reached back and played with his bouncing nuts and got another gasp from him. I turned my head and looked at him, his chest hair matted down, nipples hard, an excited look on his face. I knew then and there his second load was not far away. "Fuck me daddy. Harder! Deeper! I need your load." My body was tingling all over, I started to moan and grunt, then I raised the pitch of my voice and started to shriek. My voice and panty front signaling my orgasm. And when I came, my ass clamped down on the stud's cock like a vise. He grunted, his deep bass voice bellowing his excitement as he came again, this time deep inside my hot guts. And his thrusting became even more violent, hairy thighs smacking against my ass and thighs, cock harder and longer than I thought possible. This was a stud that once aroused, came multiple times and each time came more. I know it's difficult to understand, but the first orgasm lasted seconds, this one lasted minutes. And he let me know about each and every spurt from those balls of us with a deep voiced grunt right in my ear. I finally had to shut him with my tongue for fear the neighbors would call in the cops for disturbing the peace! Minutes later the big hairy construction worker trembled one last time and then sagged against my back. He had emptied his balls. I wondered just how empty they really were. That big dick of his softened a little bit, but it never went soft. I was tempted to flex my asshole on it and see if I could get another fuck from him. "Oh, sweet baby. That was the best fuck I've ever had. I didn't know my balls were so full. I really filled you up didn't I? My cum in your stomach about to meet up with the load in your guts. Damn, baby, you are one hot black bitch!" I knew I was good, but it always helped when a trick confirmed it. He rolled off of me, panting, his big cock laying over his hairy cum streaked thigh. I rolled up against him and smoothed my hand across his hairy sweaty chest. "Sugar daddy? Can I spend the night with you? I don't think we're finished making love yet. What do you think?" At those words he stuffed his tongue in my mouth and throat so deep, I got another thrill. I had just soaked my panties with my own cum, but here I was getting excited all over again. He pulled himself from my arms, stood up, and reaching down and helped me to my feet. "Let's go to bed," he rumbled at me, a big smile on his face. He showed me his bedroom and the bathroom to freshened up while he went to the guest bathroom for his business. I quickly finished up and then climbed into that big kingsize bed. There were pictures and plaques on the walls and end tables that I occupied myself with until we could continue. There were the usual family pictures, but also plaques given to the big man for community work he was involved in. Like Boy Scouts and the local blood bank. From these I finally learned his name and it was as masculine a name as the hunk that fucked my mouth and asshole so full of cum. Jake Douglas. Construction worker. Cowboy. Blood donor. Community volunteer. And Sex Fiend!! Stud lover! Damn, he knew my ins and outs before I knew some of them. Just then the big stud peaked around the corner with a big grin on his face. "Come here, you big lug. I was just admiring your pictures and plaques. Impressive!!" He just blushed and then lay down beside me. I started to tease him, asking about his work, he is a foreman at the building of a new strip mall on the edge of town. Were there other studs like him on his crew? Could I arrange a gang bang next week? I was just giving him a pile of shit, teasing him seeing that big grin again and again. I asked, serious this time, if he wanted another round of action. He looked at me, smiled and said we should rest up a bit and see what happened. He did ask if I gave massages and then promptly rolled over on his stomach. I rolled on top of him and started a long slow kneading of his muscles. Pretty soon, he was so relaxed that he was going to sleep if I didn't do something else. So I worked my way down his back to his ass. I told him to spread his legs and I would give him something to get excited about. I spread his hairy cheeks and started to dive into his crack. But something stopped me short. I am an expert when it comes to straight men's asses. The asshole is small and tight. Jake's looked quite different. It was small, but the lips were red and puffy, like I'm sure mine were at this moment. I ran my finger around the rim of his ass and slipped inside, easily. Too easy for the ass of straight man. Jake groaned and wiggled his ass a bit, telling me he enjoyed it. I leaned over and licked that puffy pucker. It flowered open and sucked my tongue in deep, no struggle to pry it open, no tired tongue, just a touch and it opened wide. This was so unexpected that for the first time tonight I didn't know what to do. My discovery was startling. Jake Douglas, hairy stud that he is and cum machine, cocksman, lady killer, had been fucked up the ass that day!! I continued to eat him and stroke those hairy cheeks which he enjoyed, but I was still surprised at this development. I decided to just dive in and enjoy the moment, for the moment. Jake was definitely enjoying it. I had him wide awake now, and he was wiggling that hot ass all over my face. I stuck my tongue extra deep into that hot male ass, convinced more all the time that this big macho all america straight acting man, had a secret and I was determined to find it out. When my tongue went in so deep, I tasted something new. No, not shit, but something creamy and thick. Damn, now I new for sure that Jake had been fucked up the ass and that whoever did the fucking had a pair of balls. That was sweet man cream up that hairy asshole. I had first wondered if Jake wasn't a bit kinky himself when he played with women, thinking that maybe he allowed those other bitches to use a dildo on him. But now I knew different. I pulled my face from his dripping crack and whispered in his ear that I needed to take a piss. I got up from the bed and went into the bathroom, closed the door, and for the first time that night I got completely comfortable. I took off my heels, hose, and panties. I also took off my wig and washed the makeup off. It was time that big stud Jake found out who the real "T'wanda" really was. I smoothed my hands over my chest, pinching my nips up hard, stroking down over my hard abs to my bush. Now here is where big Jake is getting his surprise. There wasn't some hair lined pussy staring at me in the mirror. I had me a big black horse cock. 11 inches long, baby, thick and uncut. And my balls were just as big as Jake's. Was he going to get a surprise or what? __________________________________________________________ Well, guys I think this chapter is long enough. Stay tuned for chapter 4. I just can't imagine what is gonna happen to poor Jake when "T'wanda" shows him that she/he is the boss. cowboycliff1@yahoo.com

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Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2001 11:38:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Jay Cee Subject: construction stud foreman, p6 Construction Stud Foreman 06 October 17, 2001 cowboycliff1@yahoo.com MM, oral, anal, hairy, cops, rape, consensual Jake exited the adult bookstore with his balls empty. He had just dumped his cum load in the hairy ass of a man whose name he couldn't even guess. It wasn't something a straight man was used to, but then Jake didn't know what he was anymore. He hesitated to call himself gay after just a few sexual encounters with gay men. Jake did know one thing. He had never cum so many times and with such volume when he fucked women. He had definitely responded to the fucking Chip had given him with two massive cum loads. And Tony drained his balls more than three times in just a few hours. In fact Jake's balls ached just a little bit now. He wasn't surprised at all. He must have cum a quart at least. Jake climbed into his big 4x4 pickup and started toward the job site. He cranked up the radio and started to whistle along with the tune. He made sure he stayed alert to the traffic signals this time. It was still kind of early to get to work, but he knew he could sleep a few minutes on the sofa during the day, if he felt he needed it. A couple of blocks behind his big pickup and unnoticed to Jake, a motorcycle cop was riding along, wondering why the big man was out this early and especially wondering what had happened in that bookstore. He had a good idea, and that idea made his cop daddy dick swell and strain against his uniform pants. And it was quite a dick too, ten, thick, veiny inches of man meat and a pair of hairy balls that had never yet been drained of man cum. The cop filled out the rest of his uniform as well. Officer Mac Stevens stood 6'3" and weighed 260 pounds of beefy, hairy muscle. He was 36 years old and he was proud of his body, his dick, and his career as a cop. He was treated with respect and awe in the city where he worked. Many women lusted after the big cop, but Mac was strictly a man's man. And he wasn't your typical gay man. In fact the big cop would beat you to a pulp if you made any reference to the type of sex he enjoyed. Many macho men in the community had been turned into cock hungry whores from just one night of Mac's dick. He was an expert at fucking. And he took pride in the kind of manly men that begged to be on their hands and knees in Mac's bed. Now Mac was tailing the big construction worker. Knowing that some queer had sucked the big man off, Mac figured that Jake might enjoy some sex, cop daddy style. Jake was driving along, oblivious to the motorcycle cop and that cop's devious intentions. He was intent to reach the job site and plan the work day. Construction was going as planned and was on schedule, but Jake knew that things like bad weather could slow the pace down and utimately put the crew behind. Jake stopped at the fence surrounding the job site, unlocked the gate and drove into the his parking spot by the foremans' trailer. It was early, but Jake could just make out the first light in the eastern sky. It was going to be a hot humid day, perfect for some hard physical labor. Jake could not only think better while driving, but he could also think while he worked and sweated. Nothing better to clear the mind that working up a sweat doing what he liked best. He knew he had been spending too much time in the trailer recently and today he would work all day among the crew and show them exactly what a working man looked like. Jake climbed down from his pickup and went into the coolness of the trailer. The air in the trailer also carried a scent that got Jake's mind off of his work day and reminded him of the previous day. It smelled like a lockerroom, with the sweat and body odor, but also with a smell that big Jake was becoming acquainted. Cum. And that smell of cum reminded Jake of his practical rape at the hands of Chip less than 24 hours ago. He couldn't believe that it had all started here and he couldn't believe that he had been so horny as to let the kid fuck him up the ass. The raunchy odor in the bookstore had turned Jake on. This time the odor disgusted him. How could he have allowed that scawny kid to gain the upper hand? It was beyond belief, and then Jake didn't even fire the kid. Well, if Chip didn't work extra hard today, Jake was going to fire the little fucker. Jake sat down at the desk and started to work his way through the paperwork that took him away from the physical labor that he loved. Outside, Officer Stevens turned off his motorcycle and coasted to a stop just inside the fence. No need to warn his prey, he thought to himself, chuckling. He propped the big machine on its kick stand, stretched his brawny body, and strode to the front door of the trailer. There was a small square of glass that looked inside and the big police officer could just make out the profile of Jake. Strong jaw, thick neck, powerful shoulders, just the type of man that fired the loins of the muscle cop. He took his big fist and started to pound on the door. He could see that the big foreman jerked at the sound, just the effect that he wanted. He watched Jake get to his feet and walk to the door. The door was jerked open and Jake, who planned on confronting whoever was banging on his door, was himself confronted by the midnight blue of the tight form fitting uniform and the roughly handsome face of Officer Stevens. Mac took advantage of the situation and brusquely pushed past Jake and into the small office. "Sorry to disturb your work, man, but I noticed you have a taillight out on your truck. And this morning things are pretty slow out, so I thought I would tell you. And I need to piss pretty bad and I hoped you had a toilet I could use." Jake showed the big officer the bathroom and then returned to his paperwork. He heard the toilet flush and then the door opened and Mac called out to Jake, "Sorry to bother you again, man, but this toilet is not regulation. The city ordered every wasteful one replaced with the low flow ones." Jake walked into the bathroom, almost running into the big officer, who had his big dick out of his tight pants. Mac took advantage of the situation again and wrestled Jake to the floor, into a kneeling position. "Yeah, boy, not only did I need to piss, but I also get real fucking horny riding my cycle around town. I need a masculine mouth on my dick and when I saw you come out of the bookstore, I knew you were the one to relieve my ball pressure. So get to sucking!" The big hairy horny officer started to shove his drooling cock head into Jake's startled mouth. 'Oh God! It's happening again,' thought the equally built construction foreman. Jake was no less manly than Officer Stevens, but the situation at the present combined with what had been happening the last few hours kept him on his knees. At least Jake's experience counted for something now. He didn't choke when Mac shoved every inch of cop daddy dick down his throat. He had learned to suck cock pretty good. After all, this was the third one, and anybody should have learned by now. Now it was Mac's turn to be startled at events. He had expected a big fight to subdue the hairy chested foreman. Mac had his handcuffs at ready. But when Jake went to his knees and then most surprisingly, swallowed Mac's cock whole, the big cop lost control of the situation. He had wanted to fuck Jake's mouth for a good long time, but the incredible suction and tongue action caused him to dump cum load #1 in mind blowing suddenness. Jake's rough hands stroking the officer's balls helped too. As Officer Stevens started to dump a cop sized load into Jake's mouth and throat. He continued to be surprised at Jake's skill and ability. Jake didn't spill a drop of the massive load. In fact, the construction stud had regained his composure before Mac did. Jake jumped to his feet and forced the big cop to his knees, whipping out his own big cock and sticking it in Mac's face. "Suck my cock, cop stud!", Jake hissed. But instead of an open mouth, Jake felt cold steel pressed against his balls. "I don't think so, cocksucker. I don't suck like you do. And if you try to make me, this police pistol is gonna blow off your stallion cock and balls. Better take a second to think this through." Jake immediately knew the cop had turned the situation to his advantage, so he stepped back, and waited to see what else was going to happen. Mac got to his feet and pressed himself against Jake. Both cocks were still hard, bulging chests, and big biceps, and then lips and tongue were in the others mouth. The cop might not suck cock, but he sure did know how to kiss! So Jake responded with his own tongue, and then his big arms wrapped around the broad muscled back and squeezed tight. The groins were smashed against each other, cocks hard and throbbing. Mac's cock never lost any hardness after his cum and Jake's cock was right there in its rigid ness. And then he felt the big cop's hand on his balls squeezing and pulling his sack. "On your knees again, stud", Mac hissed, pulling the balls farther down. Jake couldn't help but follow. "I need my dick sucked again and this time I'm gonna enjoy it. You surprised me by your skill and talent the first time. I don't get surprised very often." Needless to say and I won't, you'll have to imagine it, but Mac put Jake through his paces that morning. Jake sucked Mac's big cock, balls, ate his ass, licked the cop's hairy chest, sucked his pits and chewed on those cop daddy tits. And was rewarded with quarts of cum. Oh, and of course Mac fucked Jake's asshole several times. Mac needed to test every hole in Jake's stud body and Jake passed each and every test with flying colors, or I should say flying cum. ___________________________________________________________ Outside the trailer, on the construction site, the crew arrived one by one and noticed the cop cycle and wondered what the fuck was going on. But they each had their own job to worry about, so no one thought much about it. When Chip showed up, he commented on this to Bryan, one of the other construction workers. "I'm sure Jake can handle whatever problem that the cop has by himself", Bryan said and turned to start his own day. Chip didn't think much about it either. He was too busy on his second day on the site, figuring out where all the supplies were and getting it for the busy crew. Every once in a while he worried about Jake's reaction to seeing him again. After all, Chip had fucked Jake's virgin ass the day before and there was no telling what emotions were swimming around inside the big foreman's head. He just hoped the boss would let bygones be bygones. The morning was half over and still there was no sign of Jake or the cop. One trip to the supply shed took Chip right past the trailer. A sound caused him to stop dead in his tracks. It sounded like two men grunting. Chip turned his head to locate the sound. Damn, it was coming from the trailer! He looked around at the rest of the crew. Nobody was in sight, so Chip stepped up to the door and glanced inside. Wow! Jake was draped across the desk, buck ass naked, cock hard, hairy chest streaked with cum and another hairy man pumping away up his asshole! Damn, Jake was being fucked again and it sounded like he was begging for 'more and harder'. Chips asshole puckered, balls tightened, and his big dick started to harden up. Man, that is one scene he'd like to bust in on. Hell, why not! Chip tried the door and found it unlocked. With as much stealth as possible he slipped inside the trailer. The smell that assaulted his nose was rich with man fuck scents. Chip's cock hardened with a snap. The cussing and grunting coming from the two men heightened his excitement even more. Whoever was fucking Jake was one trash talking motherfucker. The position of the two men prevented Mac from seeing Chip enter the trailer, but Jake saw the skinny youth come in. A little smirk passed over the fucked up construction stud foreman's face. And an evil thought popped inside his head. He was enjoying the hell out of Mac's fucking, but at every suggestion that the big cop might want Jake's big dick up his ass, the cop said that he was top man all the way. He was the man to fuck men, not the other way around. Now with Chip in the trailer, Jake figured the kid wouldn't pass up an opportunity to slide his dick in a man's ass. And he was going to help the kid out. Jake's legs had been on Mac's big shoulders, but now he wrapped them around the big cop's back and stroked his feet up and down the tight flexing ass cheeks. This action caused Mac to grunt and fuck Jake's loose man cunt harder. To Jake, Mac was now vunerable to some rear action. And he hoped Chip could take the hint. Chip watched the fuck action for a few minutes, not knowing what he should do first. Should he eat that hot, hairy, cop ass? Or maybe he should climb on the desk and fuck Jake's mouth. But when Jake shifted his legs around Mac's back, Chip knew that exactly what he should do. His clothes were already in a pile at his feet and his cock was rock hard and dripping. He stepped up behind the sweating cop and rubbed his dick on those hairy muscled cheeks. It took a few seconds for Mac's sex fogged brain to signal him that something was wrong. At least something was different. Something warm and wet was touching his ass. He saw that Jake's hands were on his chest pinching and twisting his nipples. Jake's feet and legs were wrapped around his back. Maybe Jake was rubbing his feet on his ass again. Nothing to be worried about, Mac decided. Oh how wrong he was! Just as Chip was lining up his rock hard cock for a quick thrust into the cop's tight man hole, Jake started to urge Mac to fuck him harder. "Yeah, cop stud, fuck my horny ass some more, you motherfucker! Breed that manly ass with another cum load, you sorry sonofabitch." And then Jake, with a devious grin on his face, yelled some encouragement to Chip. "Yeah, boy! Fuck that hairy asshole. That ass is just begging for some hard dick. It's been begging for a good hard fucking all morning and you're just the one to do it. Let him feel the cock that is fucking my ass." Mac didn't have any idea what the fuck Jake was talking about until he felt that big teen cock head butting against his own hole. As Chip's dick started to fuck into Mac's ass, Mac whipped his head around and started to order the kid in his cop voice. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, you scrawny little fucker? Get away from my assssssss......... Oh shit! Take it out!" Mac tried to get away, but Jake clamped down on his dick with his macho asshole and wrapped his arms and legs around the big man's back, holding him in place. "Enjoy it, stud. If anyone can help you enjoy man fucking, Chip can. Keep fucking me and let him plow that horny ass of yours. You know you like it. Your cock is still rock hard and I bet you're about to cum." Jake could tell Mac was getting off on being the meat in this man sandwich, even if the big cop would deny it. Mac started to fuck Jake harder than he had fucked him all morning and that said something right there. Chip's face appeared over Mac's shoulder. He had a big grin on it. "Damn, this hairy ass is tight and hot! Been saving it for me, Mr. Stud Cop? Well, I'm gonna take advantage of it and fuck you a new asshole. Hell, I'm gonna breed this ass. You are gonna be shitting cum for days when I get through with you." "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" Jake yelled out. That caused an avalanche of cum from the other two fuckers. Jake's ass clamped down tight on Mac's pistoning cock and the thrusting of Chip's big teen dick made Mac's balls unload their biggest load yet! Chip needed a few dozen more strokes and then he added his cum to the tight, seldom fucked ass of Officer Stevens. Jake's ass was slightly numb by this time and couldn't feel the spurts of cum into his ass, but Mac could feel every volley of cum that Chip fired into his ass. Hell, it must have been 8 or 10 spurts. By the time Chip's balls were drained, cum had started to leak down Mac's hairy legs. He was going to be shitting cum for awhile. "Ok, kid, get that cock out of my ass. You had your fun. Now scram!" Chip did pull out, but he immediately went around the desk, climbed on to Jake's chest and demanded that Mac clean his dick. Jake pulled the big cop down onto the cum covered cock. He couldn't see, but when Chip started to talk dirty to the cop, he knew Mac was sucking that dick. Chip was sitting on the upper part of Jake's chest. His little bubble butt spread wide and inviting. Jake had licked Tony's asshole, why not lick Chip's. He craned his head up and stuck his tongue into the kid's ass. That surprised the hell out of Chip. Hell, if the big foreman wanted to eat his ass, that was ok with him. So Chip moved his ass back directly on top of Jake's rugged face and started to grind and rotate his smooth cheeks into Jake's stubbled ones. Oh shit, Jake was eating ass so good, Mac was going to get a big teen cum load in his mouth. That was the nature of Chip's balls, drained one minute, recharged and cumming the next. Jake was groaning and licking, Mac was licking and sucking, and then the big cop stud was choking too. He didn't suck fast enough though, some of the cum squirted out of his nose. Jake knew the little teen stud was cumming in Mac's mouth and served the big cop right. Getting a little pay back. Finally, Chip's balls were drained a second time. But he kept his dick firmly inbedded in Mac's throat. Just the thought that the big hairy chested cop was choking on his cum load kept his dick rock hard. Slowly the two men and the teen pulled apart. There were a thousand questions that Chip wanted to ask. But maybe this wasn't the right time. He knew a least one thing. He and big Jake were going to fuck again. It would be really hot to fuck with both men again. "Hey kid. You better get back to work. I'll be out in a bit. Officer Stevens and I have a few more things to iron out. And then I'm gonna ride your ass all afternoon." So Chip cleaned up and dressed. He grinned real big at the two men as he left the construction trailer, knowing that the sex wasn't quite through. Chip was right. As soon as the door closed, Jake rolled Mac over on his back, pulled his hairy legs in the air, and rammed his hard cock deep inside the stud cop's ass hole. "Now its finally my turn, copper!" Jake was ramming his hard dick in and out of that cum filled ass, determined to cram at least one more load of rich man cream inside. "Fuck, yeah, stud fucker! Breed my ass! Prove that I was wrong about you. That you only get hard when you're getting fucked." For the next hour, Jake proved that aspect of Mac's thinking wrong. And he dumped two loads of cum in the officer's ass. And he sat his own cum filled ass on Mac's face, forcing the big man to eat some of his cum from Jake's ass. Yep, Jake was thinking, the cop knew how to kiss, fuck, suck, eat ass, and get fucked. A well rounded man for sure. Finally the two men were satsified. They needed to clean up, so they went into the small shower and washed each other off, then dressed in their respective uniforms. Mac's shift had ended hours before, but Jake's still had hours to go. Nothing was said about the next time they would get together, but each knew this was not the last time. _____________________________________________________ The rest of the week passed without anything to record here. Jake rode his crew hard and relentless, until at the end of the week, the project was several weeks ahead or schedule. Jake was so pleased that he was thinking about giving the crew a couple of days off. ____________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________ Ok guys, here it is, finally. Thanks for your patience and ideas for some parts of this chapter. Got any more ideas for Jake, Chip, or some of the rest of the construction crew? email me at cowboycliff1@yahoo.com

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Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2001 19:56:27 -0700 (PDT) From: Jay Cee Subject: Construction Stud Foreman, p. 2 Construction Stud Foreman, p. 2 of ? MM, oral, anal, hairy, reluctant The usual warnings apply here. If you are under age or offended by homosexual sex, go somewhere else on the web. It is a big place. _________________________________________ Lick. Slurp. Slap. Sounds of a nasty boy eating hairy, fucked full of cum, man ass. Damn, Jake's ass was still tight, but had that wide open puckered, freshly fucked look. And I was eating him again, this time trying to dig as much of my cum out of him as possible. I was getting a good bit cause I blew quite a load into him. At first he was protesting about being sore and tired, but I could tell I was getting to him again. That big fleshy hairy dick of his was getting harder with each lick. Just imagine a dog's tongue lapping up water and that's how my tongue was fluttering up and down Jake's crack and hole. Damn, and he wasn't the only one getting turned on again. My big cock was stretching out. I guess I should remind you what I look like. I'm 19 years old, just kicked out of college for pleasuring the quarterback, my first day on the construction site, on my knees eating Jake Douglas' ass. I'm 6', 160, smooth body and 10 inch fucking horse cock, thick and uncut too. And drooling precum. This big hairy muscled up foreman was turning me on again. Damn, I think I'm gonna have to fuck him again. And he was probably going to tell me not to do it, but I've just never been too good at taking orders. As I ate Jake's ass, I ran my hands up and down his furry thighs and calves. He was one hairy motherfucker. Hair everywhere. I didn't mind one bit. It turned me on to think that I had taken this top pussy stud and rearranged his life in one hard driving man to man fuck. Well, maybe not made the man gay, but time and more of my dick would tell. I had to get up his ass again. My balls felt like they hadn't cum in days. And my cock was hard and throbbing. I stood up behind the foreman, told him to get ready for some more cock. I didn't wait for Jake to say anything. I just rammed it home. He grunted real loud. His asshole spasming around my cock, my balls slapped up against his balls. "Oh fuck yeah, Jake, sir. Giving you another hard fuck. You like that sir? My hard teenage cock plowing your asshole?" He didn't answer but I heard him grunting on every deep pile driving stroke of my cock. I reached under him and felt of his hard cock. It was dripping precum, balls drawning up. Then I reached up to his hairy chest and pinched a nipple real hard. That got a reaction. He started to cuss and yell and buck. I just pinched the other nip, HARD! His asshole squeezed down tight, I couldn't take it any more. "No, more man! I can't stand it anymore," I was yelling. And then I unloaded another jizz bomb up his ass pussy. I could tell this big hairy boss man was about to cum, but then a banging started in the other room. And someone was yelling through the door. It was another of the construction crew. "Hey, Jake. Open up! You're needed out here. You in here man? I thought I saw you and that kid come in here." Jake yelled from the bath- room to hold his horses. I quickly got dressed again, hid Jake's clothes that were scattered all over the main room, and then opened the office door. Sunlight streamed in from outside framing the carpenter in its rays. He was already sweating and had a very sexy look and smell about him. Damn, the stud made my balls tingle again. I told him that Jake was taking a shit, so the stud went to the door and they started talking about the project. I stared straight at those tight ripped faded wranglers that his ass was trying to get out of. Woof! Brian was his name and he was just as sweet to look at as Jake. Around 6'2", 200 pounds, he seemed to be hairy too. Thick hair on his forearms, a sprinkling on his brawny shoulders, made me keep looking. I was kind of afraid that Jake would come charging out of the bathroom and ask Brian to help beat me up, but nothing like that happened. After a few minutes of talking about things I never heard of, Brian turned around and caught me staring. I was drooling, but no spit hanging out of my mouth yet. Damn, it would have been if I could have been looking at Brian's front. WOOF! Thick chest hair sprouting out the wide open shirt, big handle bar mustache, and thick bulge hanging to the left down his pants leg. He flashed me a grin as he turned to leave. Damn! I wondered if all construction men are studs like the first two I met. As the office trailer door closed, the bathroom door opened and a cleaned up, but fucked up foreman walked out. He locked the outside door again and then went to retrieve his clothes. Jake had cleaned up as best he could, but when he bent over to pick up his pants, I saw some of my cum leaking out of that hairy hole. I was sure he was going to be leaking all day. Just be a little reminder that he didn't have a cherry ass anymore. He pulled on his pants and work boots and then sat down at the desk. That big hairy chest sweat matted, nipples still hard and pointed. If this was a gay man, I'd say he was one satisfied stud. I might have fucked him into an orgasm, but I doubted if you could call him satisfied. He had a strange look on his face and I started to fear his big fists. "Kid," he said. "My name is Chip, sir." "Ok, Chip, I ought to stomp you into a grease spot for what you did to me. But making you work and sweat and get sore will be almost as good. I'm gonna run you ragged, boy. I'm gonna give you all the rotten jobs I can find. And if I see or hear that you're slacking off, I will beat the shit out of you. Got that, BOY?!" "Yes, sir. I will try to do my job. I just want to say one more thing.....You are the hottest fuck I've ever had, sir!" I turned and left before the big stud could say anything more than give a surprised grunt. As I left the trailer, I saw Brian again. He was waiting for me. It looked like I was to work with him. Damn, how was I to keep my hands to myself? "So the boss give you the big bad speech about working hard and doing as you're told?" Brian's voice was even hotter than Jake's. I nodded and grinned. Balls tingling again, stop it. "It took longer cause my paperwork got lost and I had to fill it all out again." He nodded and then he showed me around the site. It was strip mall, just one story, long and strung out. This crew was doing all the work, even the landscaping would be done by these studs. Brian also introduced me to the crew, 10 of the hottest, sweatiest, hunkiest men I've even dared to dream about. Some of them laughed at me, cause I was so scrawny, but all said that I would get muscles and a great tan. My first job was to start sweeping the saw dust into piles and then scoop up the piles and put it in the dumpster. It wasn't hard work really, but different than what I figured I would be doing at this time in my life. The rest of the morning and the afternoon went well. My back got awful sore and I started to get blisters on my hands and I got sunburned. At quitting time, Brian asked if I was old enough to drink a beer with the crew. Luckily this state allowed me to drink at 19, so I trooped along with the crew to their favorite bar. It was crowded with a bunch of blue collar types. All sweaty, shouting, drinking, and blowing off steam. I immediately went to the bathroom to piss and also check out the stalls. I was horny again, well, I am always horny. The pissers were full, so I went to the stalls and went in to do my business. Oh My God! This straight blue collar, jeans and boots bar had gloryholes cut in the wall stalls. And not just small little holes either. You could almost put your whole head through to the other side. I know I am talking bullshit with the head thing, but hell, I was shocked about even the existance of holes in the stalls. As I was contemplating this development, the door on the next stall banged open and closed again. The sound of a piss stream started and almost automatically, I bent down to get a look. Fuckin nice. Big fat head, smooth shaved bull nuts, and hairy bush. I tried to look up, but at that moment the pissing stopped and the dick moved toward my mouth. "Suck it a little for me, buddy. I can tell you're interested. Want a taste of a working man's sweaty dick? Sure you do. Just lick the head a bit. Yeah, that's nice. Oh yeah, suck it stud." The voice rumbled above me in a husky whisper. I could have sworn I knew that voice from somewhere.... "Oh yeah, suck it some more. A little deeper, boy, suck my big cock deeper." I reached in and grabbed the man's balls as I sucked more of his big dick. One of the man's hands grabbed the back of my head and literally pulled me into his stall. And you thought I was just joking about the size of those holes! I heard an 'oh shit' and 'I'm sorry little buddy.' And the big cock was pulled from my mouth, stuffed back inside those tight, faded, ripped up wranglers and in a flash the man was gone. Damn, I wonder what came over the big man? Why did he leave so quick? I wasn't biting him or yanking his balls or nothing. No one was banging on the door to tell him to hurry up. I was so stunned that I didn't even look up in time to see his face. But that voice still bothered me. I knew it and I knew I would figure it out pretty soon. Well, I didn't have any more chances that night to ponder the voice. In fact I sucked another couple of cocks before I returned to the construction crew. I looked around for Brian and didn't see him. I must have looked like a lost puppy to one of the crew, so he told me that Brian had to leave and asked if I wouldn't mind hitching a ride with him. Sure, no problem. This was Tony, another of the crew that I wouldn't kick out of bed for anything. I spent another hour drinking and playing pool and having a good time and then Tony took me back to the site and dropped me by my car. I had had a full and adventure- some day. I kind of wondered how Jake was handling his evening and night. I knew I was going home and get a good night's sleep. I wanted to be rested for tomorrow. _______________________________________________ Well, guys, that's it for chapter 2. What do you think? I know it doesn't have as much sucking and fucking as chapter 1, but I had to do some character development. I think the action will heat up in chapter 3. Thanks to all the guys that commented on the first chapter. It feels real good to see those emails. Comments are still welcome!!

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Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2002 05:15:54 -0800 (PST) From: Jay Cee Subject: construction stud foreman,p7 Construction Stud Foreman, ch. 7 cowboycliff1@yahoo.com April 3, 2002 MMMM, consenual, body hair and sweat, and lots of cum The crew was working really hard these days. Jake made sure of that. After a full 24 hours of hot and heavy mansex, Jake was a task master, always encouraging and instructing his crew. And the results were very evident, the project was a full week ahead of schedule. Jake was so pleased that he was thinking about giving the guys a couple of days off. Bryan, the assistant foreman, was in the office trailer one afternoon discussing the progress. Jake had just asked what Bryan thought about giving everybody a couple days off, when Clyde knocked on the door and came in at Jake's invitation. The big country boy plopped down in a seat next to Bryan and proceded to ask the same question he had asked every year at this time. Clyde lived a few miles out in the country and in June, Jake always gave the hard working man two or three days off to make his hay crop. "Jake, I need a few days off to bale and haul my hay. Can you let me take off next week?" Jake looked at Bryan and then grinned at Clyde. "I think that can be arranged, man. The whole crew has been working really hard the last week. And you've been leading the way." Clyde smirked a little grin himself. "I think the main reason we are so far ahead of schedule is you, Jake. You've had a burr in your ass the whole week. You're here early, late, and you don't even take off long for lunch." "I think Chip gets some credit too," Bryan ventured. "Jake has ridden his ass especially hard since he was hired and you don't even have to tell him which supply to go get. It just seems to be there, close at hand when we need it." Jake grinned at the comment, but it wasn't for the hard work of Chip. Jake's ass puckered at the real reason for his hard driving of the crew. Every morning before work and evening after work, Chip serviced big, hot, sweaty, and hairy Jake. Chip always sucked the foreman's leaky dick and most times plumbed his hairy man ass, pumping him full of cum. At first Jake was worried about the crew noticing the cum stain on the seat of his pants, but the days were all hot and he noticed every man had sweat soaked pants. So, he didn't worry that any of the crew would suspect anything was out of the ordinary. And if they did wonder about Chip and Jake exiting the trailer every morning, Jake explained it away that Chip needed more instruction. Jake's asshole puckering also reminded the big man that the work day was about over and some hot studsex was on the menu. He also felt his dick swell a mite and his full, hairy balls shift around in their sack. Jake was gonna bounce little Chip on his dick this evening and maybe let the little fucker fuck him again. His private thoughts were interrupted as Clyde spoke again..... "Boss, I've got some extra acres planted in hay this year, and with the good rains, I've got an excellent hay crop. Can I have a full week this year? As you have noticed, I've been working extra hard on this project hoping that my extra job time would earn me some extra time off." "Sure, Clyde, you can have a full week. In fact, Bryan and I were just discussing this. We are giving the crew a couple of days off the first part of next week. Since we are so far ahead of schedule, one of the suppliers can't deliver ahead of their schedule, so we don't need a full crew until next Monday." The three men kept discussing work and related items. Clyde mentioned how difficult it was to get good hay haulers this time of year and an idea popped into Jake's head. "Hey Clyde, since we won't be working real hard till next Monday, how about Bryan and me, and maybe Chip come out to your farm and help you haul hay. I did some farm work in my summers off years ago, and the way you always talk about your place, I'd at least like to see it. What do you say, Bryan?" "I've been out there a time or two, Jake, and once you see it you won't want to come home to the city. Nice and isolated, quiet, peaceful, and I can guarantee you one thing, Clyde will keep your stomach full. Last year he barbequed some t-bones! Man, they just about melted in my mouth!" "Well, damn, guys, that sounds great. How does grilled trout, onion rings, icecream, t-bones, hamburgers, mashed potatoes, and apple pie sound. And of course plenty of beer to drink." Grins and nods greeted Clyde's menu options. Just then Chip knocked on the door and came in to the office. The three men greeted him with smiles and laughter making him wonder what the joke was, but then Clyde asked him about hauling some hay at his farm with the three of them. Chip immediately agreed. He liked being around the big macho guys. You all know why he liked big Jake, but Chip also had jacked off a few times thinking about Bryan and Clyde. There were a few things to settle before the meeting broke up, like directions to Clyde's farm and what kind of clothes were needed, like work boots, gloves, and long pants. As the talk continued, Chip leaned against the office wall, out of sight of Clyde and Bryan. Jake could see him clearly and it was very difficult to keep his mind on business. Chip was rubbing his crotch and mouthing dirty words to Jake. The teenager knew the effect he was having on Jake. He could see the glazing of his eyes in lust and sweat breaking out on Jake's forehead. Just then, Clyde finished his directions and again expressed his appreciation. Bryan and Clyde got up and exited the trailer. Chip sprinted to the door, popped the lock, and then started an erotic strip as he walked back to Jake's desk. His boner was the first thing to see the light as he popped the buttons on his tight cut offs. Before he stepped around behind the desk, the light weighted teenager had shed everything but his work boots and socks. Jake continued to sit in his office chair, clearly mesmerized at the sight of Chip's huge throbbing cock. The boy might not have the big muscles of Jake, Clyde or Bryan, but boy did he have a DICK!! 10 inches long, 6 inches around, big fat ridged cock head, and a long wide open piss slit. His hairless balls hung low and swung as he moved in front of Jake. And that piss slit was filled with a glistening drop of sweet teenager precum. "Hey big stud, you want a taste?" Jake answered in a muffled grunt as he dove down onto the big cock, taking it all the way to the light colored bush in one easy gulp. His rough bearded chin scraped against the teen's large nuts as Jake's throat started to expertly milk the cock. His rough skinned hands reached around and grabbed the bubble cheeks. His fingers gliding up and down the sweaty crack. One finger finding the hot asshole and plunging inside. "You hungery for some cum, man?" Chip grunted. Jake was the best cocksucker Chip had ever encountered. Hell he ought to be. Chip had trained the big stud to suck and fuck and get fucked. It had been a cum filled couple of weeks. Chip had always produced alot of cum, even for a teenager, but he was always surprised that Jake could keep up with him, spurt for spurt. Chip grabbed Jake's head and started a violent face fuck. Jake took every inch, slurping and laving his tongue over the surface of the wildly throbbing cock and he increased his finger fuck of the hot little stud. Jake's own cock was rock hard, but trapped in his cut offs. His hairy asshole was puckering and unpuckering. All of a sudden, Jake pulled off of the dripping cock, stood up, unzipped and lowered his shorts and bent over. He looked back over his shoulder and grinned at the panting kid. "Fuck me, Chip! I need that big cock up my ass!" To emphasize his point, Jake reached back and guided Chip's cock into his horny ass. Chip quickly got with the program and fucked into that hairy mancunt, thudding against Jake's cheeks and driving the big man against the desk. The heat and tightness of the macho man's asshole quickly tripped Chip's trigger. Fountains of cum erupted from his balls into the tight ass. Jake could feel every shot as the boy unloaded into him. Chip was so turned on that he continued to fuck Jake even after his balls were drained. At last Chip quit thrusting and laid his sweaty chest against the foreman's back. Chip wanted to take a few minutes to recover, but Jake had other plans. He pushed the kid off his back and popped the big cock out of his ass. Then he pushed him down on his hands and knees. "Now its my turn, fucker!" Jake spread Chip's ass cheeks and drove his hard throbbing cock in deep. The violent thrust caused Chip's ass cheeks to jiggle and flex. Chip moaned and grunted with the force of the first fuck thrust. Then he started to beg and whine, knowing how it turned on the big man. "Not so fast. Slow down. Not so deep. Please Jake, you're hurting me." But Jake knew different. The first time he fucked Chip's ass, the kid had whined and carried on about the thickness of Jake's cock, or how course and scratchy his chest hair felt on his back. But when the fuck thrusts slowed down, Chip begged for it faster and harder. The kid just wanted to tease the big foreman. It was very evident that Chip enjoyed every thick throbbing inch of Jake's cock. Every time Jake pulled back, Chip clamped down with his ass muscles. Every time Jake reared up off of Chip's back, the horny teen straightened up as well. And when Jake slowed his fuck thrusts, Chip would reach between them and squeeze and pull on his huge hairy nuts. Chip liked it rough and sweaty, just the way Jake was learning to like it. As the tingling in Jake's sweaty balls became a buzz, the big foreman yanked his cock out of Chip's ass. He stood up and pulled the sweaty teen over to the office trailer's couch. Jake sat down and motioned Chip to squat on his cock, but Chip sank to his knees and began to suck the big throbbing cock like a vaccuum cleaner. Jake grunted in satisfaction. The little fucker could really suck! Then Chip let the spit wet dick pop out of his mouth and began to nip and suck Jake's hairy balls. "Yeah, boy. Suck those man balls. Heat up that cum. Get it flowing. I'm gonna breed that tight little ass of yours in a minute." Chip heard the encouragement, but he still had some other ideas. He let the balls pop from his mouth and lifted Jake's hairy legs in the air and proceded to munch that tight cum filled mancunt. Jake grunted again. That kid could REALLY eat ass! He could almost cum with a tongue in his asshole. He let his head flop back against the couch, pulled his legs up higher, moaning at the fantastic feelings surging through his hairy body. Chip continued to eat and slurp at Jake's asshole, crack, and balls. All the while the horny teenager stroked his own cock back to a throbbing erection. "Oh fuck, kid. Eat that man ass! Dig that tongue in deeper. Fuck my asshole with that long tongue. God, you're a nasty kid." Jake started to hunch his ass against Chip's face, his bull nuts slapping across his sweaty forehead. Chip's fingers were pinching Jake's meaty nipples and grabbing fistfulls of chest hair. Then the devious teenager slipped a finger down between the balls and asshole. He had discovered that Jake was very sensitive here. It was like an outside connection to Jake's prostate and when rubbed, the big man would bliss out and beg Chip to let him cum. Jake had wanted to fuck his cum up Chip's horny ass, but all was not going according to plan. It wasn't as though Jake minded. Sex was sex to the big man, especially the last two weeks. He had never been so satisfied and yet so perpetually horny in his life. Chip continued to ready the big man for another mind blowing assfuck. He started to rub that spot between Jake's balls and mancunt. It caused a jolt and then a shiver to travel through the foreman's big muscled body. A fresh series of groans came out of his mouth and his dick leaked precum in bigger streams. Chip wanted the big man so close to cumming that one hard driving thrust of his horse cock up that ass would cause a fucking mind blowing orgasm. So he continued to tongue fuck Jake's sloppy manpussy and rub that sensitive spot. Jake's groans turned to grunts, his ass hunching became almost violent against Chip's tongue and finger and his dick hardened up off his hairy, cum smeared abs. The hunky dude was about at the end of his endurance. His asshole started a violent fluttering beat, making Chip think Jake was starting his cum. Chip pulled his dripping face from Jake's butt and proceded to slam his big cock into that wet, dripping, fluttering manpussy. Air rushed out of Jake's lungs in a powerful grunt. His mind was totally fucked up. His body was on auto pilot. Chip's dick fucked into Jake's ass like a sledge hammer the crew used on the site. Jake wasn't only a well trained cock sucker, his ass was well trained in taking cock. And his body, almost on the verge of cum with just a tongue and a finger, launched his load like a sand blaster as Chip made his well planned fuck thrust. Some guys cum with dribbles, but Jake had always shot his cum in thick teaspoon sized spurts. But this time, Jake's dick was like a cannon, each volley racked the big man's body with a a shudder. Chip had learned that the stud wasn't finished cumming until 8 or 9 and sometimes 10 spurts had shot from his dick. But again, this time seemed special. Jake continued to shoot shot after shot, until the count neared 20. And the cum was every where, on the ceiling, the wall behind Jake's head, his face, Chip's shoulders, on the couch, the carpet. As I said EVERYWHERE!! As Jake's cock fired it's load, his asshole squeezed Chip's cock like a vise. It was amazing to the teenaged fucker. He didn't need but the one thrust to fuck the cum from Jake's balls, but he also didn't need any more thrusts to empty his own balls. The flood of hot cum jetting into his ass made the big fucked up stud shoot one more volley of jizz, right into Chip's face. The kid had leaned over Jake's body as his own orgasm threatened to short circuit his brain. The shot was dead aim at Chip's forehead and the sound was like a fly swat slap on an irritating house fly. That one jizz shot was like the spray of water from a hose, continuous and with strength, flooding Chip's face and running back onto Jake's already sticky chest hair. As the two men's enthusiastic cum fest came to an end, Jake's big body continued to shake and shudder. That was absolutely the best cum Jake had ever had. He was totally blissed out and exhausted. His cock was still hard and throbbing and his asshole was still fluttering around Chip's horse dick. He pulled Chip down on top of his sweaty cummy chest and planted his tongue deep inside the teen's mouth. Showing his appreciation and maybe a little respect to the budding construction stud. Respect? Yeah, sure, Jake had gotten to know Chip the last few weeks and not only through the sex, but also how well the little stud learned his job. Chip was definitely a good hire. Jake wrapped his arms around Chip and slid both of them around until they were laying down on the couch. Chip's cock still wedged up the hairy stud's cum filled ass and amazingly still hard. The thickness filled Jake up just right. He thought he could just lay there all night with that dick inside him, snuggling with the little stud. But they needed to get their gear together and get out to Clyde's place before it was too late. So, reluctantly he pulled Chip's cock from his ass and stood up. "Come on you lazy bastard," Jake growled, "we got to get cleaned up and out to the farm." Chip didn't move right away, so Jake picked him up like a sack of potatoes and carried him into the shower. The hot water not only washed off the sweat and cum, but also revived them a bit. Chip's cock was hard again, but Jake resisted all his efforts at another round of stud fuckin' sex. They dried off and dressed. Locked the office trailer and the gate to the construction site, and then drove over to Chip's place for his clothes. Jake then went to his place for his clothes. Chip was impressed with the neighborhood and the house. He was really impressed with the king- sized bed in the masculine stud's bedroom. As Jake dug through his closet for his worn out, ripped up jeans and thread bare t-shirts, Chip stretched out on that big bed, smelling the manly smell of Jake. Chip's cock had never gone soft, even after two powerful cums, and now he figured it was as good a time as any to cum once again. Jake came out of his closet with duffle bag packed and found Chip stripping out of his clothes. "Ah come on, man, there's no time for that shit." But Chip continued until he was buck ass naked. He looked at Jake and waved his big cock at the man, knowing the effect it would have on him. Jake was mesmerized by the site. It never failed to rouse the big man. He felt his mouth go dry his asshole tighten up. His cutoffs were pretty much worn out, so it didn't take much to rip the seat out of them. He kicked his shoes off and climbed on the bed and straddled Chip's cock, finding it with his ass and slamming down on it. "Oh fuck, yeah, Chip!! That big cock is so good! Fuck me hard." Jake was bouncing up and down like a slut in a porno movie, moaning and groaning. I guess the trip to Clyde's house and any adventures along the way and during the week are just going to have to wait for one more cum. It's a hard job, but somebody's got to do it. __________________________________________________ Okay. So here is the long awaited 7th chapter. I'll try harder to get the 8th chapter written quicker than this one. JOHN cowboycliff1@yahoo.com

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Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2002 07:43:57 EDT From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: Spring Training 11 by Justin Davis (M/t, oral, anal, bond, hum) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between teen males and older males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you can e-mail them to Justin0398@aol.com Spring Training By Justin Davis Chapter Eleven (Epilouge) As promised, the fathers of the two young teens that had been sent to Dalton and John's for a taste of what could happen to them if they didn't behave, provided the two with as large a sum of cash as they said they would. So much so, in fact, that there was enough to make them reasonably comfortable for the rest of their lives. And of course, David fared well from the arrangement him self. Each month, Dalton had deposited a large sum into a special trust for David so that by, the time David turned twenty-one, there was more than enough money for him to got to college, or do just about anything else he wanted to. And, David had done just that. David finished college in three years, rather than the usual four or five, and was quickly employed by one of his Uncle Dalton's friends who owned a large brokerage firm. Now, as he approached twenty-five, David was just as attractive, if not more so, than he had been when he was a teen. He had let his hair grow into a medium cut, and that, along the development of his facial and muscular features, gave him the appearance of a very attractive young adult. Other things had changed as well. David now wore a lone gold earring in his right ear, rather than the two he had worn, and he had replaced his silver nip rings and cock ring with gold ones. However, he no longer wore, or cared much about wearing, the leather outfits that he had worn for so many years at his uncle's place. That was only for those rare occasions when one of his uncle's former clients would contact him and arrange a session, for which he was always paid handsomely. The income from David's trust, his income from his job at the brokerage firm, and the occasional visit to a special client or two, enabled David to live quite well and quite handsomely for a young man his age. The world David had grown up in at his Uncle Dalton's was now almost a distant memory for David. He had enjoyed it at the time, but as he had grown and matured, David had grown away from his love for many of the things that had gone on there with his uncle's "guests". Not that David had forgotten anything he learned. Quite the contrary, had he chosen to be, David would have been very much in demand among the wealthier B and D set. Yet, David limited his activities along those lines to only a hand full of special clients. It was one such client that was the reason David was in Bahamas for the weekend in the first place. For two days and two nights, David had provided his special client with all of the special treatments he had desired in the well-equipped, private, and remote bungalow they both occupied just off the beach. Ball squeezing, Electro-stimulation, whipping, and fisting, were just some of the activities that had gone on over those two days and two nights. All of it had been to the client's satisfaction and he had boarded his private jet and headed back to Miami a very sore but happy man. David, on the other hand, was exhausted, which was why he now lay in the lounge chair asleep and totally oblivious to the others around him that were enjoying the beach and the sun. "Uh, excuse me sir!" David vaguely heard someone say. "Uh, excuse me sir!" The voice repeated, with an obvious British accent. As David opened his eyes, and they began to focus, he saw two rather undistinguishable gentlemen in business suits standing near the foot of the lounge chair. "Are you David Sims by any chance?" The thinner gentleman inquired. David let his brain unfog a bit then replied. "Yes. I am David Sims!" David replied. "Oh very good then!" The thin gentleman replied. "I am Special Agent Clive and this is my associate Special Agent Bridgewater," the thin man said referring to his more portly companion. "Of His Majesty's Secret Service!" Mr. Clive added, as he opened a leather wallet and showed his badge. David paused for a minute before he acknowledged the man. He couldn't possibly imagine what he could have done that would result in him meeting the two gentleman. "Have I done something wrong?" David asked. "Oh heavens no my good man! We have been sent to fetch you is all!" Agent Clive responded, and chuckled. "Fetch me?" David asked in surprise. "Yes quite!" Agent Bridgewater responded. "Would it be too much trouble for you to accompany us for a bit? I am sure it won't take long!" Agent Clive added. "Well, I am really not dressed to go anywhere right now!" David responded, obviously referring to the fact that all he had on was a pair of beach shorts. "Actually sir, you are dressed just fine. We are only going up there a ways!" Agent Clive responded, and nodded toward a hill to David's right that was dominated, the best David could tell, by a rather large beach home. "Sure! I will go with you!" David responded. "I hope this is not another friend of a friend special client kind of thing!" David added. The two agents just glanced at each other in response, then waited while David put on his sandals. "Lead the way!" David commented, as he got up out of his beach chair. It took about five minutes or so of plodding along the beach and following the two men up the path that lead to the beach house before they arrived at the front door. "This way if you please sir!" Agent Bridgewater said, as he opened the door and stood aside for David to enter ahead of them into a rather large living room. "Was it him Clive?" a voice from toward the back of the house asked. "Right you were sir! He is here now!" Agent Clive responded. "Will you be needing anything else sir?" Agent Clive asked. "No Clive! Not right now!" the voice from beyond the living room answered. "Very well sir!" Agent Clive said loudly. "We will be leaving you now sir! Pleased to make your acquaintance!" Agent Clive said to David, then he and his companion exited through the still open front door and closed it behind them. "I will be out in a minute old man! Still trying to get the beach sand off myself. Pour yourself a drink if you like!" The still unseen person loudly said to David from the other room. David moved toward the bar but then thought better about it. It was still fairly early in the day for a drink. "No thanks! Still a bit early for me!" David shouted back. "Very well then!" The unseen man shouted back. "It really was so good of you to come! It has been a long time and you don't know how many years it has taken me to find you!" The voice said as it got closer toward the living room. David turned his head toward the approaching voice and watched as a figure, clad only in beach trunks, entered the room toweling his head dry. From what David could tell the young man couldn't was about his age, was a little taller than he was, and from the looks of his abs probably worked out. "There that should do it!" the as yet unrevealed young man replied, and quickly quit drying his hair with the towel and dropped it to his side. David was speechless when the young man stood revealed before him. "Its, its, You are---!" "Yes, I guess I am!" the ginger-haired young man interrupted. "But, I don't know you! I mean why----?" "Why would I ask you up here?" the other man replied. "Maybe this will help!" he added, and then quickly began to shuck of his beech shorts. "Viola!" he said, as he stood naked before David. David remained speechless as his eyes began to scan the other young man's naked body. A noticeable, but thin, trail of ginger-colored hair ran from the young man's navel, down to a bush of pubes the same color, which had in their center, a thick uncut penis, the head of which was pierced by a silver ring. The other young man gave David time to get a good look at his naked body then responded. "For God's sake man! Would it help if I put on a black leather hood?" The young man asked in an exasperated tone. At that instant, it all came together for David. "My god! My uncle's! Eight years ago! David exclaimed. "Yes! It was an experience I will never forget! That is for sure!" The other man replied, then laughed. "But, but, why would you?--------" "Why would I want to contact you?" The other man interrupted. "Because I love you David. I have loved you since the moment we made love on the floor of that awful, awful, room!" he added. "And, I want to ask you a question?" he concluded. It took David a second to respond. He was still too dumbfounded to collect his thoughts. "I have no idea what you could possibly want to ask me?" David replied. "I was young then. I apologize for all of those things that happened!" David added, in a somewhat ashamed tone. "I don't want your apology you bloody idiot!" The other young man responded. "Will you make love to me David? Not just now, but forever?" He added in a serious tone. "But, what about your position? The publicity?" David asked. The other young man laughed. "Well, I will not be the first of my ancestors to have a male lover on the side and I will probably not be the last." He replied. "Come David! And let's not do it on the floor this time!" He added, holding out his hand toward David. David hesitated for a moment, then walked over and took hold of his the other young man's hand. "Those eyes, those god-damned blue eyes of yours!" David commented "Doesn't protocol dictate that I am supposed to bow or kiss your hand or something?" David added. "I leave all that stuff up to my older brother!" The young man said, then laughed. "However, you can kiss anything you like, as long as I get to do the same!" He added, then smiled. Then, the two kissed, and David willingly let himself be guided toward the bedroom and into a lifetime of happiness. The End

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Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2001 05:58:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Jay Cee Subject: Construction Stud Foreman, p. 4 of ? Construction Stud Foreman, p. 4 cowboycliff1@yahoo.com _______________________________________________________ Tony approached the bed where big stud Jake Douglas was laying. Just a few minutes ago, Tony was dressed as a woman named T'Wanda. And Jake had dumped a big cum load in her mouth and then just a few moments ago, in her ass. Then this black bitch had discovered cum up Jake's hairy butch ass, and she figured that the rules of this game were going to change. During the day, Tony worked on the docks, loading and unloading ships. It was just once in a while that he felt the need to dress up and become T'Wanda. And even fewer times that he felt the need, as his alter ego, to pick up a white stud and let him plow his asshole full of cum. Usually, T'Wanda got fucked a few times and then left the stud sleeping and satisfied, and would return to her real life as Tony, macho black stud dock worker. But tonight was different. Tony felt cheated. He had been looking for a big macho, totally straight stud. But Jake was just 'straight acting', and that is what has gotten Tony mad. Mad enough to let loose his cock and show Jake just what T'Wanda was all about. Tony crawled back onto the bed and drove his face back between Jake's hairy cheeks. Licking and chewing and growling, getting Jake all hot and bothered. "Oh baby! You do that so well. I'm getting horny again." It was true, Jake's big cock was lengthening again, even after two big cums. Tony moved up on top on Jake's big body, laying his big 11 inch black dick into that spit wet crack. "You turn me on, too, big fella," Tony growled in his deep butch voice. "How about another nice fuck? I'm thinking it's gonna be even better for you and me this time." Jake heard the deep masculine voice and felt the hard slab of cock in his ass crack. He had just become acquainted with man cock in his crack and inside him and he didn't want a repeat of that humiliating situation. He tensed his body and started to turn over, but Tony's strength came into play now. Jake was only able to turn his head and saw a black man on top of him, not the black female he had picked up on the street. "What's going on? Where's T'Wanda? Did she let you in here? Are you going to rob me? Just take my stuff, don't hurt me. I won't even call the cops." Tony started to laugh and as he laughed he thrust his cock up and down Jake's ass crack and across his puckered hole. On one stroke, Tony's big cock popped inside and drove in to the hilt. Jake grunted, the breath knocked out of him as the biggest damn cock fucked its way into his ass. Oh shit, the nightmare from the construction trailer and the scrawny kid was continuing. And in his own bed. How was this happening? His life had been almost ideal. Good job, pussy whenever he needed it, respect of his peers. Now in less than 24 hours he lost his virginity with respect to his asshole, humiliated by a damn kid, and then to regain his self respect in his own mind he picked up a bitch to fuck, and she turns out to be a big dicked man! This could not be happening..... But it was, and Jake's cock could care less that it was a man fucking him. He was hard as a rock and, damn it, about to cum again. There was just something deep inside his ass that, when fucked, made him cum like nothing else. And Jake was getting fucked right now! "Oh shit! I'm cumming! You bastard, you're making me cum!" And Jake's cock started to spit it's load, flooding the sheets under his heaving body, tightening his asshole on Tony's pile driving cock, making Tony groan with lust as his balls emptied into that tight hot butch man ass. Tony was groaning, enjoying his cum, Jake was groaning with the feeling of his latest cum, but he was also moaning with disgust at being fucked again and liking it. He wasn't ready to admit that a man's cock could feel so good. It would take time before that would happen. Tony's orgasm finally stopped, but not before filling Jake's ass full of hot creamy man cum. But Jake's cum continued to fire from his cock and balls, the pressure on his prostate racking his body with spasm after spasm. Tony's arms tightened around Jake's chest, pressing the two men tighter together. As the monumental cum finally stopped, Jake started to cry, big heaving sobs racked his hairy body. The cry became a wail as Jake came down from his cum high and realized that the big wet spot on the bed was caused by a man. Was he queer or something? This couldn't be happening. This was question the big man would ask over and over again. But for Tony, still buried up Jake's ass, it was one of the hottest fucks of his life. He had his arms wrapped around Jake's hairy chest, pinching his nipples, and kissing his neck. And hearing the sobs of humiliation that racked Jake's body. Tony was wondering what was going on. He could tell that the big macho man had cum like few human beings ever could. Hell, he could feel the cum wet sheets on his legs. He knew that the man had gotten off on being fucked. So, why the balling like a baby? "Hey man, what the fuck is with you? You enjoyed it, I can tell." "No I didn't man, I'm straight, I don't get into this shit." Well, Tony knew differently. The stud just wasn't ready to admit it. That was the problem and Tony knew exactly what would help. More fucking. His cock had softened a little bit, but one cum didn't drain Tony's balls. Not by a long shot. He pulled his big cock out of Jake's ass a few inches and then pushed it back in, smashing his crotch hair into Jake's cheeks. Then he flexed his cock a few times and repeated it. Out, in, and flex. At the same time his fingers were busy on Jake's chest, rolling those nipples and pulling on his chest hair. Jake's sobs had quieted, but he was still on an emotional roller coaster. He was trying to figure out if his body was sending out some kind of subconscious signal. That he was an easy lay, that with the right kind of stimulation he would stick his ass in the air and beg to be fucked. Or was it the phase of the moon, or were the stars alligned just right? Something wrong was going on here. All during this time of contemplation, Jake was unaware of what Tony was doing. Then Tony grabbed Jake's attention. He flipped the big man over, keeping his cock buried in the tight cum filled ass. Arms and legs flailing away like a bug on its back, and cock flopping around, balls hanging, and Tony's fully hard man cock still buried up his asshole. "Shit! Leave me alone, man! I can't take this any more. You fucked me once, come on, I want to be alone." Tony heard the desperation in the man's voice, but this was the time to drill that tight ass and show this stud that man sex is the best kind of sex there is. Jake was trying to get away from Tony, away from the hard cock in his ass, away from the hands roaming all over his chest. Hell those hands were rubbing down into his crotch and stroking his cock too. He flexed his body, his powerful muscles tensing, but he couldn't get away. When his muscles tightened up, so did his asshole, squeezing that big cock and making it rub even harder against his prostate. A big shiver went through his body, his cock starting to harden up again. "Oh shit!", Jake cried out. Tony knew exactly what was bothering the big man this time. He was getting aroused all over again. "Yeah, stud, feel that big cock inside you. Rubbing that sweet spot, turning you on again. Don't deny it, you're getting turned on again. Feel that throbbing power inside you. It's a man's cock deep inside that hot tight man pussy of yours." Tony thrust in and out harder and faster, stirring Jake's ass guts and rubbing his prostate raw. No one in that bedroom was denying it anymore, Jake's cock was rock hard and his balls were drawning tight up against his dick. Not only was Tony fucking Jake's asshole, but he was playing with his hairy chest, nipples, and stroking that big hard cock and tight balls. And whispering in Jake's ear about how hot it was for the big man to be turned on by a cock. That the stud would never look at a man the same again. He would always be wondering what he looked like naked and hard. Now Tony put Jake on his side and pulled his dick out of his ass. Then he rolled Jake on his back, his head close to the edge of the bed. "Look at my dick, man. I'm hard as a fucking rock because you're such a stud. And that ass is so fucking tight. Now you're going to learn what else feels good from one man to another man. I want you to suck my big black dick." The words rang in Jake's ears like a thunder clap. He had never thought about sucking a guy's dick. Not even after the kid had sucked him so good in the construction trailer. But now he did as Tony suggested and looked at that big black cock. It was indeed hard as a rock, throbbing, and twitching, and drooling precum. His bull balls were tight against the base of his dick, almost hidden in the kinky crotch hair. Jake sniffed the air and smelled the cum and ass juices. Tony stepped forward and rubbed his dick on Jake's chin, smearing precum on his beard stubble. "Come on, man, try it. I loved sucking your cock. You'll like sucking dick too." Jake couldn't stand the smell. It was so raunchy and nasty. "I can't man. It smells so dirty. And it was just up my ass. There's shit on it." Tony knew then and there that once that dick was clean, Jake would have no excuse not to suck cock. "That's cool man. Let's go in the bathroom and you can help me clean up. In fact you probably need to wash off a bit too. You know you have cum all over your crotch and ass." So the two big men went into the bathroom and Tony stepped into the shower and started to adjust the water. "Come on man. Join me." Jake looked scared, but shrugged his shoulders and climbed in beside Tony. With water running all over his ebony colored skin, he started rubbing the soap up and down his chest, belly, and then into his crotch. He turned toward Jake and handed him the soap. It was obvious what was expected of him, to wash Tony's cock. So, for the first time in his life, Jake touched another man's cock and balls willingly. He coated the big dick with soap just like he would soap up his own cock. Tentively at first, and then with more confidence, Jake soaped and cleaned that big cock and balls. Then Tony turned around and told the big guy to soap his ass. So Jake cleaned up that hard muscled black ass, the one he had fucked full of cum about an hour ago. He even put his finger inside that ass, causing Tony to bend over even more. "Yeah, get into that man ass, Jake. You fucked it, so it's good to play with it too. Why don't you lick it too, just like I licked your ass. Remember how hot it was to feel my tongue inside you. Try it, you'll like it." There was a long pause and then Tony felt some light flicks of a tongue. Yeah, Jake was starting on the road to some hot man action. Tony reached back and grabbed Jake's head and pushed his face deep into the crack, smothering the man. Jake tried to pull out, but finally gave up and started to lick and eat that hot, clean, freshly fucked ass. After a minute or two, Tony heard some groans coming from Jake's throat. The dude was getting into it. Jake couldn't believe it. He was actually enjoying eating that ass. Licking and kissing and biting, the big hairy man, rubbed his beard up and down that crack, trying to get in deeper and deeper. "Oh FUCK!! That feels so good. Eat that ass you fucking brown noser!" Jake was actually getting a charge out of eating another man's ass. His nipples were hard, his dick throbbing and leaking, balls tightening up. Damn, the big hetero was finally getting into this man action. Tony pulled away from Jake's face, turned around, and stuffed his hard dripping cock into the open mouth that was waiting there. Oh, fuck yeah, Jake was sucking cock. He couldn't take it very far, but it was a great start and Jake didn't even realize that another line had been crossed. The big, hard, leaking cock was flattening his tongue, and flooding his gulping mouth with a flavor he had never dreamed about. A hot, sweet, musky taste directly from a man's balls. "Suck it man. Suck that cock. Drink my jism. Come on stud give into the feelings and the tastes. Pleasure my dick with your lips and tongue. Hell, bite my cock head. I can take it, stud, bite it hard! Oh FUCK! yeah. Now the balls man, lick and suck my nuts. Damn, you're getting me close to cumming." Jake was getting into cocksucking just like he got into ass eating. Slurping on that fat dick, even biting that thick cock head. All of a sudden, Tony pulled the macho stud to his feet and buried his tongue down Jake's throat. Kissing and licking and growling, Tony introduced Jake to the pleasures of kissing another man. They kissed until the hot water turned cold. Then they climbed out of the shower, toweled each other off and walked back into the bedroom. Tony flopped onto the bed and spread his arms wide, welcoming Jake to crawl on top. But Tony was surprised when Jake dove back down between his legs and started sucking that hard cock. "Oh yeah, you big hairy stud, suck my motherfucking cock! Keep that up and you're going to get your first cum load." Excited, but a little bit worried at the thought of eating another man's cum, Jake continued to suck Tony's cock. The moment was overloading Tony's senses. Jake's talent at sucking cock was not particulary the stimulus for Tony's ejaculation, but the fact that even though he had been warned, he was continuing to suck and lick and chew that big black cock. "Oh fuck! I'm cummmmming! Drink it down, cocksucker!!" Even though this was Jake's first cock he had ever sucked, he instinctly knew that Tony was cumming. The balls had drawn up and were bouncing on Jake's chin and the cum tube swelled up even thicker. Then Tony's cock unleashed his load. Spurting and dribbling and shooting and cumming, into Jake's mouth and throat, choking the big man and forcing him to swallow as fast as he could. The cum lasted a long time, but finally those big hairy black balls were drained. Jake was swimming in cum. In his mouth, his throat, his stomach and all over his face. There had been so much cum that even an experienced cocksucker wouldn't have been able to capture it all. "You did it, man, you sucked my cock. You drank my jizz. Yeah, fucking A!! God, that was hot. I didn't think I would ever quick cumming. Oh man, that's enough stud. Stop, I get real tender." So Jake released the big cock and let it slap back on Tony's stomach. Now he crawled up on top and clamped his lips to Tony's and gave the black stud a big mouthful of his own cum. "Fuck, that's hot, man. What did you think of your first cum load in your mouth?" "I think it takes some getting used to, man," Jake said. And then he burped real loud and then started to laugh. "Just think, earlier this evening I thought I was picking up a bitch to fuck and show myself that I was still a real man. And now I've been fucked again, ate ass, and sucked my first cock. Shit, this has been a weird night." "Yeah, but you finally had some proper man to man sex." Jake didn't want to talk anymore, so he just laid his head on Tony's chest and started to relax. It didn't take long before the big hairy construction stud drifted off to sleep. As this happened, the last thing on his mind was the taste of that hot man cream and his full of cum stomach. Tony felt the big man relax and then heard a soft snore drift up from the big man. He wrapped his hands around Jake's sweaty back and drifted off to sleep himself. ___________________________________________________________ Comments are always welcome, guys. Thanks for your patience. Cowboycliff@hotmail.com

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Date: Mon, 01 Apr 2002 14:11:08 -0500 From: trickor treat Subject: Cock Worshipper This is a story of how I was humiliated and turned into a cock worshipper. I am 18 and a senior in high school. I will graduate in May. I am 6 foot tall and about 145 pounds. My name is Ned. Well me and three of my buddies Tracy, Mike, and Duane were in this contest to play paintball war games. We went one Saturday to this contest. We did not do very well. The guys did not say anything but they blamed me for losing. Well they decided to practice at Tracy's house in his woods before entering another contest. We got to his house and we decided to go out in the woods and play chase. This means one person is a fugitive and the other 3 are chasing him. We drew names and I was the fugitive. We played for about 15 minutes and they captured me. They tied me up. My hands were tied behind my back and my feet were tied together. They put a blindfold on me as well. They made me get down on my knees. Tracy the leader said, "Ned you made us lose last week and now we are going to torture you and make you a obedient soldier. Do you under stand Ned he asked? I nodded but he that was not the right response. He slapped the back of my head. I replied yes sir. I could not see anything. I could just hear them mumbling. I heard them all walk up around me and I could fell them rubbing something warm on my face. Then Tracy told me that I would suck each one of them off. He the said that he would not tell the order or which person would be first. He told me to open my mouth. I was so scared. The dick was forced into my mouth. Man #1 grabbed the back of my head and begin to push his cock in and out. At first I was very nervous but after a couple of minutes I begin to get hard. I could feel the big head pushing in my throat. His pubic hair was brushing against my face and I could feel his balls slapping my chin. He then pulled back and laid his balls on my lips. I was told to kiss them and use my tongue on them. I also was told to stick my tongue out. When I did he beat his cock head on my tongue. He then pushed it back in my mouth and begin to fuck my face really hard. I could feel his cock head grow bigger and bigger. Then a jerk and several spurts gushed out in my mouth I could do nothing but swallow. The taste was salty but I enjoyed it. Man #1 pulled out and a dry dick was then forced in my mouth. This cock was not as long but it was fatter. He pumped my mouth. His rhythm was much faster he lost his load very quickly. He must have cummed a gallon. He just kept on spurting. He let out a gasp and pulled out. He wiped his cock head on my chick. The 3rd Man slammed his cock in very quickly. I could still taste the cum from man #2. His cock was about 9 inches long. He tried to kill me with every thrust. He unleashed his load in my mouth after about 15 strokes. He pushed he head all the way in my throat as deep as it could go and it just dripped down the back of my throat. He pulled out and I did not hear anything for about two minutes. Then the blindfold was taken off me. Tracy said to Ned from now on you will do exactly as you are told. He then asked me if I liked sucking dicks. I just hung my head. He then said he expected an answer. I said yes sir. He asked me if I could guess who's cock I sucked first, second, and third. I told him no. He then made me take a guess. I missed all three. Then they all pulled out their cocks and made me lick each one with my tongue. I had three cocks under my nose at once. I told Tracy that I would suck off their cocks again if he would untie my hands and legs. I also asked if he would remove the blindfold. He said no. I was forced to suck them off again. They let me go and I was so horny. On the way home all I could think of was the taste of cum in my mouth. I jerked off thinking about which dick was which. I could not sleep at all. I decided to call Tracy up and ask him if he wanted to go out and go cruising. I had a different plan I was going to suck him off. He told me to come by a get him. We went to the mall and rode around. We just talked. I finally got up enough nerve and ask him if I could suck him off. He said ok. We went to the park. I eased down between his legs and licked his balls and his long shaft. I French kissed the head of his cock. I went even lower I lick his ass. I then sucked him off. I swallowed every drop. He jism was so sweet. Well went back cruising and after about an hour I asked him if I could suck him one more time before we go home. He told me yes but he said that he would drive and I could suck on him while we drive home. When we got to his house he told me to get out and go around back of the car and pull my pants down. He then pushed me over the deck lid a fucked my ass. He was about to cum and he spun me around and forced me to my knees and I sucked my ass juice off his cock. Then he exploded a huge load of jizz in my mouth. I cant wait until I do my other two buddies.

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Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2001 05:45:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Jay Cee Subject: construction stud foreman,p5 July 27, 2001 cowboycliff@hotmail.com construction stud foreman, p. 5 ______________________________________________________ A couple of hours later, Tony woke up with Jake spooned up against his back, snoring peacefully. A glance at the bedside clock signaled Tony that he had time for one more fuck and then he needed to get home and get ready for work. His cock was definitely ready again. But should he fuck Jake's mouth or ass? Decisions, decisions..... Maybe just a good ole mouth fuck this early morning would be enough. Jake's ass would probably be sore anyway and Tony didn't want Jake's introduction to man sex to be painful. So Tony rolled away from Jake and climbed on top and started to pry his dick into Jake's mouth. "Open up big fella. Time for some more cock sucking." It seemed that Jake was becoming a natural at oral worship, because the moment that drooling cock head pressed against his lips, he opened up and started to suck. His tongue starting to flick against the head, his teeth started to nip and bite the big flange ridge, and his cheeks started to hollow. Damn, this big stud was definitely getting into it. Jake didn't even have to think about what he was doing. It seemed to come natural. This thought caused a jolt to his system. A natural cocksucker? What else was he 'natural' at? Eating ass? Getting fucked? Fucking ass and mouth? Man to man kissing? Well, whatever is was, Jake's cock liked it. It was hard and throbbing again and no one was touching it. Jake started to deep throat Tony's 11 inch black cock. Taking it deeper and easier than the first time. Munching and chewing and sucking, Jake worked that dick for its rich cum load. Shit, Tony was sure enjoying the early morning blowjob. His balls were already drawing up into firing range. "You ready for some cum, big boy?" Tony stared down into Jake's eyes and saw the need. "Yeah, you need to eat cum as bad as I need to shoot it down your throat. Come on, cocksucker, eat that dick. Suck it deeper, motherfucker! Your black buddy is getting ready to spill his seed. I'm gonna fill your mouth so full you're going to drown." Jake responded to these words by sucking harder and taking the big cock deeper in his throat. He also started to stroke Tony's buff body with his hands, squeezing the bull balls, pinching the nipples and slapping that bubble butt. Tony grabbed to bed's headboard and started to fuck Jake's mouth. The time had come for ejaculation and, not only the two men knew it, but the dogs next door did too. Those two hound dogs started howling at the moon. Tony joined them as he dumped his macho cum load into Jake's macho mouth. Damn, this was just as big as the last load Jake had sucked from Tony's balls. Didn't the big dock worker ever drain his balls? "Shit, stud!! You are one hell of a dick licker! Fucking hot, man! You didn't spill a drop this time. You like the taste better now then before?" Jake was still licking Tony's cock head clean, but he grinned real big and pulled that softing cock all the way down his throat one last time. Yep, the big construction worker was definitely getting into the taste of cum. Tony pulled his dick out of Jake's mouth and stood up. "Well, buddy, I got to go home and get ready for work. Can you give me a lift to my place?" Jake rolled out of bed and pressed himself against the other man, body to body, mouth to mouth, tongue down Tony's throat giving him a taste of his own cum. "Sure man. It's the least I can do for you." So, the two men dressed, Jake in his jeans, boots, and T-shirt. Tony in his dress, but he didn't put his heels or wig on. Jake started to laugh at the sight. Tony looked in the mirror and joined Jake in a good belly laugh. Then the two men walked outside to Jake's 4x4 and started the trip to Tony's house. On the curb outside, Tony patted Jake's knee and said he'd sure like to see the big man again. Jake grinned back, but no plans were made. As Tony walked into his apartment's side door, Jake put the big truck into gear and started to head for home. It was only about 3 am and Jake had almost 4 hours until he needed to be at the construction site. He could go home and try to sleep a bit, or maybe he would just drive around the city a little and think about what had happened the last day. Jake often felt he could think better while he drove his big pickup. He turned on the radio to his favorite country station, turned the volume up, and rolled all the windows down. The fresh night air almost always made it easier to think. And the first thing that he thought about was the taste and feel of Tony's big cock in his mouth. Then his ass hole puckered at the thought of that big cock inside. Not just Tony's dick, but the scrawny kid Jake had just hired. Chip's dick was almost as long as Tony's and just as thick. And then Jake realized that his dick was stretching down his pants legs and his nipples were getting hard. "Damn, I'm getting horny again." Jake was so into his horny thoughts, he almost drove through a stop light. He slammed on his brakes. This action cleared his mind for a moment. As he waited for the light to change, he noticed a flashing light on a store front. "Open 24 hours. Adults only!" Jake drove through this section of town on a regular basis, but he had never seen this sign. Hell, Jake hadn't been to an adult bookstore in months. He used to go regularly to get the latest issue of 'T & A'. Now he wasn't interested in female tits and ass, big Jake Douglas wanted to look at some male dick, ass, hairy chests and puckered man pussy. And maybe not just a magazine either. An action video sounds good too. Hell, it was causing his dick to throb harder. So when the light turned green, Jake turned his truck into the parking lot of the bookstore and parked next to another truck. He was surprised that there was anybody here at this early hour. In fact there were several cars parked there. The door chimed as Jake walked inside. He glanced around, taking in the sight of novelties on one wall, magazines, and videos in the middle of the store, and a couple of doorways leading to the back. Rock music blared from the speakers as Jake started exploring the store. "Can I help you?" A deep voice sounded behind him. Jake turned around and looked at the man behind the counter. "No. I'm just looking around. Thanks." And Jake was looking. The clerk was a fine looking man. All the other clerks in other bookstores were old men or ugly women. This guy was young, well built, and looked smart enough to work at a good job somewhere else. "Well, we've got almost anything you can imagine. What ever taste you're interested in. Gay, straight, bi, trans, sm, bd, and there are the peep shows in the back. One door is for tokens and the other is for previews. Just take your time. I'll be here." The clerk grinned big at Jake. The whole time the clerk was speaking, it was obvious that Jake's cock was the object of attention. Jake already knew what he wanted. He handed a five to the clerk and got 5 paper dollar tokens. Then he headed to the peep show door. The clerk continued to look at big Jake, especially his tight jeans clad ass. Damn, what a butt!! Jake stepped into the darkened hallway and looked at the videos playing in the booths. The usual straight and gay videos were showing. His attention was drawn to a man walking toward him from the back. The two men made eye contact and then the man ducked into a booth, but didn't latch the door. Jake knew enough that this was an invitation to Jake to join the man for some action. Jake wasn't quite ready to jump at the first man to appear. So he walked on down the hallway and entered the booth next to the one the first man had entered. He fed a dollar token into the machine and then started to search for something interesting. Hell, even before he found an interesting gay video, the white screen between the two booths started to raise into the ceiling, revealing the man next door. He was standing with his pants open and stroking his cock. It was an average looking dick on an average looking guy. Jake wasn't all that experienced with men, but he did have his standards and this guy didn't meet any of them. But Jake knew that it was a big game played in the back rooms, so he took his shirt off and started to stroke his hairy chest. And then he turned back to the video screen and searched for a hot gay video. The white screen between his booth and the next one started to raise up. This time it revealed a rugged looking man, much more to Jake's liking then the first one. This guy had his shirt open, revealing his thick black chest fur and pierced nipples. Damn, those rings looked hot. As he watched, the other appealing man shrugged off his shirt and stroked his hair and his nipples. Jake licked his lips, thinking about tonguing that body hair and metal rings. The guy in the neighboring stall stood up and pulled his dick out and pressed against the window, smear- ing precum in a dark spot. Jake leaned over and licked that spot on his side of the booth and then he looked up and grinned at the guy and motioned him over to his booth. It was just a few seconds until the door on Jake's booth opened and the pierced hairy stud walked in. His big dick leading the way, right into Jake's open mouth and all the way down his throat. Jake and the man grunted with with desire as cock penetrated throat and nose was buried into a dense sweaty pubic bush. Jake took a big hit from the man's bush and started to flutter his tongue on the thick shaft. He also started to stroke the man's hairy ringed tits and low hanging hairy balls. "Oh shit. Suck that cock, you big butch stud. Yeah, squeeze my balls, man. That's exactly how I like to start my day. A hot man sucking the jizz from my balls. Yeah suck it, stud. Damn, you're a good cocksucker. Pull on my tits too." The man started a violent face fuck, trying to cram more cock down Jake's tight throat. Jake pulled back for some oxygen and to concentrate on the big cock head. He used what he learned on Tony's cock to pleasure this man's dick. When he started to use his teeth on the big hairy stud's cock head, the man groaned and started to leak pre-cum in a flowing stream. "Get ready man. I'm about to cummmmm!! Oh shit, cock sucker, drink my jizzzzzzz!!! Fuckin' A, man. Eat my cum, drain my balls." The volume of cum make Jake choke for an instant and then he relaxed and let the load shoot down his throat. This dude must not have cum for awhile. It was thick, rich, and creamy. Jake was definitely becoming familar with the taste of cum. Hell, he was starting to crave the whole act. When the man's balls were drained, Jake stood up and pulled his pants down and started to turn the man around. "I want to fuck your hairy ass now, man. I sucked your dick, now bend over." "With pleasure, stud. I like my man sex anyway I can get it." As Jake aimed his hard cock toward the man's hairy ass, his attention was drawn to the first man and the action in that booth. The man was on his knees sucking the cock of a muscle stud. Hell, that looked like the store clerk! It was. It looked like the guy worked at the store, not for the pay, but for the action. It was obvious the dude got off getting sucked and watching others in man action. Jake turned his attention back to the ass he was going to fuck. It was a muscle butt, lightly covered with hair on the cheeks, but much denser hair in the crack. If Jake hadn't have been so horny, he might have rimmed that ass first, but not now. And the guy was begging for a hard deep fuck. Jake presed his dick into the crack and then into the man's asshole. It was tight and snug, hot and wet. The dude had lubed his hole before coming to the bookstore. Hoping for a big hard cock and a hot deep fuck. Jake was going to give the guy something to remember him by. A sore ass hole! The ass seemed to suck him inside, and so he went with the flow and pressed his dick fully into the man ass. He even ground his bush hair hard against the tight asscheeks. The man clamped his ass tight around Jake's cock as the big hairy construction stud foreman started to pull back. Jake pulled all the way out, paused for a second, glanced to the other booth, grinned at the clerk, flexed his dick, and then rammed it back into the bent over man. Jake found a good pace and the man seemed to like. He was begging for it harder and deeper. Jake looked at the other booth, but the clerk had disappeared. Then his booth door opened and the clerk walked in the shoved his dick into the man's mouth. Jake continued to fuck the man's ass as the bookstore clerk started to fuck the man's mouth. In and out, slapping sounds and grunts from the three turned on men. It wasn't going to take Jake long to cum. In fact the fucked man was starting to cum now. That caused his ass to clamp really hard around Jake's cock. So hard in fact that Jake couldn't pull out or push in. Damn that was a talented asshole. It was fluttering all along the shaft causing Jake to groan. The man must have been a champion cocksucker too, cause the clerk started moan and groan too. Cum was about to fill ass and mouth. The thing that put Jake over the edge was when the clerk reached over to Jake's chest and pinched his nipple. "Oh shit, I'm cumming in your ass, man. Filling you up. Gonna leak out of your hole all day long. Yeah, pinch my tits. Twist 'em hard." Jake resumed his pile driving fuck thrusts knocking the man into the clerk. He just pinched Jake's tits harder to regain his balance. Cum was racing up Jake's cum tube and into the man's asspussy, filling it to overflowing. Then there were choking noises from the man as the clerk dumped his load. Hot sounds in the back of an adult bookstore. Hot man fucking sounds! Jake slumped over the back of the man he just fucked. His head next to the man's and he got a close up of the clerk's cock as he pulled it out. Jake reached between his legs and played with the big balls. Just as the cock head was released by the fucked man, the clerk pushed his cock into Jake's face for the big man to finish cleaning him up. Sweet tasting cum was still dripping from the piss slit and Jake wasted none of it. When the clerk's cock was clean, Jake stood up and pulled himself free of the cum filled asshole. His dick had gone soft, hanging between his hairy legs. He motioned for the clerk to clean him up and the dude was on his knees in a flash, licking and sucking the remaining drops of cum from the big dick. Then the two men kissed and the third man joined them. Each showed his appreciation to the other for the hot time in the booth. But it was now time for the clerk to reopen the bookstore and for Jake and the other man to leave. Jake made sure he was decent and then exited the back room, thanked the clerk and assured him that he would be visiting the store again. And then the big foreman got in his pickup and headed for the job site. He would be early, but it was a busy day ahead and he needed to try to concentrate on his job. Big Jake didn't see the big motorcycle cop on the edge of the parking lot start up and follow him at a discrete distance. Now why was the cop following a law abiding citizen? __________________________________________________________ This is the end of part five. What do you think? Should the story continue? 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Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2002 09:33:30 EST From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: Spring Training--6 By Justin Davis (M/t,oral,anal,bond,dom,reluc) Spring Training By Justin Davis Chapter Six For David, the summer months dragged slowly by. He missed his Uncle Dalton and his uncle's friend John very much. Not only had the few months he had spent with them changed his life, it had opened up a whole new world to him. However, David's gloom was soon lifted, and he was awash with excitement, when his mother revealed to him that she had agreed to let him return to his uncle's for the fall school term. Once there, it had not taken David long to get back into world he had come to enjoy so much. David attended a small private high school during the day and learned the ways of pain and pleasure by assisting his uncle and John with entertaining guests during the evenings. It was after one such session, while he was helping clean up after a guest's departure, that David got a pleasant surprise. "David. Will you come here for a minute, I need to talk to you." Dalton called from the other room. "Yeah, just a sec. I am helping John finish cleaning the drip pan," David replied. The session with the previous client had been a particularly rough one and it wasn't unusual that that particular client would lose control of his bladder when the ball squeezer and leather crop were applied at the same time. Such had been the case this time. "It's okay David. I can finish up. You run along," John said. David left the training room and walked to the room across the hall where his uncle was reading what looked like a letter. "What's up Uncle Dalton?" David asked. "Have a seat. I need to talk to you about something," his uncle replied. David plopped himself down in the leather chair across from his uncle's desk. Dalton looked at his nephew and couldn't help admire how good he looked. It was obvious that David had continued the exercises John had taught him because his chest and ab muscles seemed even better toned than they had when he left. Then too, the fact that David's flaccid cock and his balls, now hung longer and heavier than his own, made Dalton smile somewhat with pride. David was truly a unique specimen of teen boy if there was one. "David, Dalton began. I need to talk to you about some very special clients that will be arriving tomorrow." David gave his full attention to his uncle because his voice seemed more serious than usual. "They will be arriving tomorrow while you are in school and I just didn't want you to be surprised when you came home." Dalton stated. "Hey, no big deal!" David replied. "Well, yes David. It is a big deal and that is why I needed to talk to you." Dalton responded seriously, paused a moment, and then continued. "Both are about your age. In fact one of them is just a little over a year older. Although John and I will be involved with also be involved in their obedience training, it will be you who will be heading up most of their experiences." "Do you think you are ready to assume the role of a master on your own?" "Well, uh yeah, I guess so." David replied. "But why me?" David then asked. "Since both of them are about your age, John and I figured it would be better if you were in charge of administering the various things related to pleasure and punishment. Someone your age knows a little bit more about what someone can stand at that age and we absolutely must not scar or otherwise permanently mark their bodies in anyway. Yet, everything else will be fair game for you and up to your creativity." Dalton explained. "Well, I guess the whip and the crop are out." David replied. David's uncle chuckled. "Yes, I am afraid so. However, John has come up with a few other things that will do just as well and have the same effects without leaving any noticeable signs on the skin." Dalton replied. "Sounds interesting." David responded. "Very well then, tomorrow you will get to meet our new clients. However, it will be a two or three days before you will be called on. I think we will probably leave them in the break-in room for a couple of days before we begin introducing them to other things." "Oh my!" David responded to his uncle's comment. David knew full well what the break-in room was all about. He had had the experience himself shortly after John and his uncle had installed the new equipment. Although occasionally a client, who favored the particular kind of torture and pleasure that the equipment in the break-in room afforded, would spend one whole day in the room, and another to recover, David couldn't imagine two or three days. He himself had been totally exhausted after just one day. David immediately felt sorry for the as yet unknown new clients. "Well, run along and see if John still needs any help. And by the way, you have some Algebra homework I believe. See that you do that before you go to bed." Dalton said. "Yes, sir!" David replied, and rose out of the chair and left the room. Dalton smiled again, as he watched David recede out of the room. "Damn, what a beautiful and firm butt!" Dalton thought to himself. Later on, as David tried to drift off to sleep, it seemed dozens of questions filled his mind. Who were the teens that were arriving tomorrow? Why was he being given the opportunity to serve as a master with them? Did his uncle and John feel confident enough in him to let him plan the sessions? Those questions, and many more, racked his brain as David drifted off to sleep. The next day, wasn't any better either. David had an almost impossible time at school the next day concentrating on his classes. Merely the fact that David knew that the youngest person that had been a "guest" of his uncle and John had been thirty was enough to make it difficult to focus his concentration. The thought that there were to be two guys almost his own age to "play" with, and the opportunities that would afford, were almost more distraction than David's young mind could stand. That afternoon, when he arrived back home at his uncle's, David quickly went to his room, stripped out of his clothes, put on his leather bikini, his studded, leather wrist cuffs, the studded collar that matched, and then headed toward the back of the house toward the specialty rooms. David knew he had found his uncle and John when he noticed the door to the break-in room was closed and heard the muffled sounds from within. David stopped outside the door, reached out, turned the knob, and opened the door. "Ah David! Glad you are home. We are getting our new guests here acquainted with the surroundings!" David's Uncle Dalton said. David's eyes quickly focused on the two teens that currently were the object of his uncle's and John's attention. Both teens were seated naked and strapped into the two stainless steel chairs that were the main features within the break-in room. Each chair, not unlike a throne, had leather straps that bound the subject's ankles, legs, arms, and torso to the chair. The two teens heads were covered with black, leather, hoods, which would have normally revealed only the eyes and mouths of the two. However, since each of the teens had been fitted with a ball gag, there wasn't much to see about their facial features other than their eyes. David quickly began to take in those physical features that he could see. One of the teens, from the ginger-colored tinge to his pubic hair and wispy love trail, obviously probably had reddish or ginger-colored hair, while the other, whose pubes and love trail were a dark brown, probably had brownish colored hair. Both teens, David observed, were somewhat alike in build. The teen with the ginger tint to his pubes was obviously lankier and probably a little taller than the other. And, as David was quick to notice, was in much better physical shape. In fact, his finely etched ab muscles, when compared to the smoother abs of the other, told David immediately that he probably worked out regularly. As to the cocks of the two, well both were almost identical. Each of their cocks was about the same length flaccid, and both were uncut. David noticed the eyes of the two widen, and then their heads turn and look at each other, as he entered the room. "I see our guests are here." David said as he walked in and shut the door behind him. "Yes they are indeed. You are just in time. We are just about to do the hookups now." David's Uncle Dalton replied. "You did grease--------?" "Yeah, its been done," John interrupted. "Fought like hell to! Dalton said, and then chuckled. "David hook him up and John and I will do the other one here!" Dalton said, motioning toward the kid with the ginger-colored pubes. David walked over to the counter and selected the nipple electrodes from the others that were there, walked over to the chair, and attached the first one to the left nipple of the helplessly bound teen seated in it. "Mmmmppfff!" Came the muffled response, as David attached the first electrode. David reached down and attached the second electrode to the right nipple. "Mmmuhhmmppff!! Came the response, as the teen shook his head from the pain he now felt in both nipples. The teen who was the object of David's attention, thrashed his head from side to side, and uttered muffled protests, and muffled cries of pain, as David attached the alligator-clip electrodes to his balls, and then snapped the metal cock ring electrode closed around the base of his cock. Once the hookup process was completed on both, it was not long before the muffled sounds died. "Well, that ought to about do it." Dalton said, after checking the hook-ups one final time. "Everything is set and ready to go." Dalton added, as he reached over and flipped a switch on the large, black, control unit. "Nothing we can do here for the time being. What say we go have some fun?" "Sure thing!" John replied. "Yeah, I am kinda horny too." David added. "You are always horny!" Dalton replied, and both he and John burst out laughing. "Gees!" David responded, and shook his head in embarrassment while all three left the room, then closed the door behind them. The two teens, now left behind, exchanged glances at each other, each looking into what they could see of the eyes of the other and registered a concern that something they totally were unfamiliar with was to happen to both of them. They were both more correct than they could have imagined. The quietness of the room was broken by a metallic click, then a whirring sound. Instantly, both teens threw their heads back and screamed muffled screams, as the remaining three inches of the six inch Electro-dildo, over which they were seated and held fast, pushed unceremoniously upward into their rectums. To be continued....

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Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2001 04:36:50 -0500 From: Gary A Arlint Subject: Fresh Fish Parts III & IV Fresh Fish Part III & IV by Tanda2000@compuserve.com copyright by Tanda 3/2001 I was hot and hard, wanting to pursue this late night activity, however, that was going to have to be put on hold. In the darkness, I said, "Hey Fish. Get on your bunk and pretend you're asleep." "Huh?" "Fuckin' do it, now, punk! Don't ever question me." I swatted him on his firm ass. "Get on you bunk." I quickly threw the blanket that was on the floor onto my bunk and crawled on it and laid on my back with an arm over my eyes, pretending to be asleep. The fish was confused, but followed my lead and quickly climbed on his bunk. Hopefully, he was pretending to be asleep. I wasn't about to get up and check. In a couple of minutes, we could hear the sound of keys jingling in the distance as the cop made his hourly tier check. "Man," I thought to myself, "these cops could fuck up a wet dream!" But I laid there naked on my bunk with my dick still rock hard. I grinned to myself in the dark knowing that this cop was gonna get an eyeful. Under my arm, my eyes could see the shining beam of the cop's tiny mag lite as he checked our cell. I could see the light go up to the window first, like it always did, and then to my cellie's top bunk and then down to mine. The light stayed on me for a long time and I knew that this freak cop was trippin' on my big 9 inch rod lying on my muscled thigh while I slightly parted my mouth as if I was snoring. It was Officer Benton working tonight. He'd been watching me for a long time and I suspected that he wanted some of this man meat. And, hell, I'd do him! Love men in uniform. So, I let my big cock throb on my flat belly as I felt the spotlight was all on me. Inwardly, I was proud and pleased as a punk in a peter tree that he was getting off on me. But I know he didn't dare say anything to me. There weren't any rules about sleeping in the nude or having a hard on, for Christ's sakes, so what's he gonna do? Write me up. Think not. Finally after what seemed like 5 minutes, the light went away and I could hear the keys fading down the tier. A hushed whisper, "Dagger?" "Yeah, Fish?" "What was that all about?" "Tier check, kid. Every hour on the hour." "Oh," was all he said. "And the next time I tell you to do something while you're in here, you'd better fuckin' do it and ask your stupid questions later. Man, we could have been busted and gone to the hole. Then I'd really have to fuck you up!" "Sorry," came the meek reply. I grunted in the dark. "Sorry, what, Fish?" "Sir." I was pleased. This kid was going to be easy to train. I hoped. I didn't need any Mickey Mouse Bullshit drama from some lame fish to fuck up my program here. As long as I kept him in line. And, the funny thing about it was I really did like the kid. No way, man. Maybe I'd just been here too long and was too fuckin' lonely. But he'd never know that. Or anyone else for that matter. I laid there in the dark squeezing my hard shaft recalling that sweet, sweet kiss that I had given him. I could tell he had never been with a man before and that got me even hotter. And, yeah, even a little more fond of the boy. Yeah, I'll admit it. I liked him and knew that I'd have to be real careful 'cuz I could fall for this fish big time. And, then they'd probably ship him out of here and then I'd be all alone again. Damn system sucked. "Hey, Fish," I softly called. "Yes? Sir?" "You still awake, huh?" "Yes." "I was thinkin'. I think I'm gonna take you under my wing and start workin' out with you tomorrow. Might as well get you broke into the routine. You look like you could use some size on you, man. Too much dope, I'm thinkin' Besides, I need a new work out partner. Someone to spot for me and I'll show you how to lift and take care of yourself while you're in here." "Wow! I'd really like that!", he gushed. Then added, "Sir." "Okay, but you got to give me your word that you'll do what I say and don't question my methods, Dude. Believe me, I know the ropes." "Yes, sir." Man, this was becoming all too easy. I kinda figured that he thought he did the crime so he had to do the time. That's a good thing, I thought. It shows that he's got respect. And he's gonna need that in here. And what he doesn't have, I'll learn him. "Hey, Fish?" "Yes?" "I want to show you the proper technique for giving rub downs. It's different when you're working out and I could tell by the one that you gave me that you don't know jack shit about rubbing a weight lifter down. So get your happy ass down here on the floor. School's in session." I got up, naked with my dick waving proudly like a flag pole and spread the blanket back down on the floor. I figured we had a good hour before that dick head cop showed back up. The Fish crawled down his ladder still in his tight white jockeys. My hard cock throbbed. Man, this kid was hot. Nice package, nice buns, nice body all the way around. He made sure he stepped down on the floor away from me and my swinging dick, doing his best not to acknowledge it. I could tell he wasn't too keen on doing this, but I think he realized he really had no choice in the matter. It was time to learn about prison life. "Where do you want me?," he asked shyly, leaning against the sink next to the toilet. "On the fuckin' blanket, Fish." He gingerly laid down on the blanket, closing his eyes, resigning himself to his fate. I looked down at the beautiful young man just lying there waiting for my pleasure. My hard cock throbbed again. I stepped over his laid out body and walked to the door checking the window for cops. The way my cell was located on the tier, I could use my little "contraband" piece of mirror I'd scored and could see all the way down the tier. The coast was clear. Cool. I walked back over to my new celly and stood over him with one of my legs on either side of his slim torso. He looked so hot lying there in those tight white jockeys and the bulge in the front held the promise of things to come. With any luck at all. I had to grin. He had his eyes closed much too tightly. Poor little feller, I thought. But, he'd be alright. I would never hurt the guy. Unless he fucked up, that is. To put the hapless fish at ease, I started my rhetoric at once. To get his trust and make him more comfortable it was important for me to sound as qualified as I could. And what I didn't know, hell, I'd make up! Still standing over him with cock waving, I said, "The first thing you've got to learn, Fish, is the principles of muscle and what muscles need to be worked for maximum growth potential." Shit, was I good, or what? In the semi-darkness, I saw him dare to open his eyes. Man, the view that he got must have scared him to death because when he looked up and saw this six foot man standing over him with a hard 9 inch cock, he clamped his eyes shut tight immediately. As I continued laying my line of bullshit on him, I squatted over him. I knelt down over him with both of my thighs on each side of his body. My hard cock grazed against his smooth chest as I put my hands behind his neck. "The first part of relaxation is usually in the neck. I want you to just relax and let you mind and body go. For ultimate relaxation, you should be completely at ease. In other words, if I pick up your arm and drop it, it better fuckin' drop. No resistance. Just relax." I was telling him all this as I gently kneaded the taut muscles in his neck, feeling his shaggy hair entwined in my fingers. Kneeling over him, my massive thighs held him snugly in place while my throbbing dick rubbed gently across his chest. He had nice tits too, I noticed. My magic was already starting to work. I could tell by the feel of his neck that he was starting to relax and while I rubbed his neck, I worked his head around and took the time to survey my, um, victim? No, my prot�g�. Yeah, that was it. As he gave in and let me have full control of his neck and head, I worked the muscles in his neck and looked with longing at his slightly parted lips and his long lashes. Damn, this fish was a good lookin' man! And he probably didn't have any idea how hot he was. Man, was I lucky. My cock dribbled precum. My heart throbbed in my chest. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to hold him, I wanted to protect him. I shook myself out of my reverie. What the hell was I thinkin'? He's just my celly, for Christ's sakes! Bottom line. I wanted to fuck him! As I worked my wandering fingers down to his shoulders, a soft moan escaped between his parted lips and my dick swelled up even more. I was leaving a trail of precum all over his smooth, hairless chest. He just laid there with his eyes closed like a good little fish. In a husky whisper, I asked, "Feel good?" "Ahhh, yeah," he moaned softly. I squeezed his shoulders roughly. "Sir," he added. I released the pressure and let my hands go down to his pecs. He had a nice beginning. A few weeks on the weight pile and he'd be one toned mother. Nobody was gonna mess with this kid if I had things the way I wanted them. My fingers slowly circled his nipples and when my fingertips brushed them, they woke and stood up for me. He gave an involuntary shiver. I smiled in the dark. Then, I wickedly tweaked each one of them at the same time. It startled him and his body jerked, but he made no effort to get away. He just moaned louder and his nipples became harder. I was lovin' this. He was hot. I pinched them again, this time harder and he stifled a cry of pain as I watched him bite his lower lip. But he kept his eyes closed and just laid there and took it like a good little fish. My hands moved to his arms and I started kneading the muscles in his arms. As I worked down his biceps to his wrists, I had to move back a little and that's when I saw the outline of a hard dick in those little white jockeys. I had him. It looked good enough to eat. Lunch was gonna be served real soon now. I took his hands in mine and began massaging his palms and stroking each one of his fingers as if they were little cocks. As I did, I watched his young cock throb in his shorts. Damn, he was driving me wild. But I had to maintain. I couldn't let him know he was getting to me in any way. Besides, he's just a straight dude. Just a fish. I left his arms lying by his sides and, just as a test, brought one of his arms up in the air and let it drop to the floor. It did. As I continued to massage his right arm, I pulled it across his body and made sure his hand was grazing against my hard cock as I worked the muscles in his arm. He didn't pull away. That was a good sign. I straddled him again and let my hands glide up his arms to his shoulders again. Then I let my hands slide down to his chest again and when my hands glided over his nipples I could feel the heat from the hard tips. My hands continued their journey down to his flat, hard belly and I was pleased that he was already so toned. I noted a small trail of light brown hair going from his navel down to the waistband of his shorts. Other than the light fuzz on his legs and the hair on his head, that was the only hair I'd ever seen on him. I looked at his navel with longing. I had this sudden urge to lick him there. But I didn't. At least, not yet. I ignored his shorts and the bulge in them and worked right down to his thighs. As I massaged and kneaded the muscled flesh in his legs, I allowed my forearms to casually graze against the straining bulge in his jockeys. It throbbed and, in the darkness, I was beginning to see a wet spot where the head of his dick was hiding. The white fabric on the skin tight shorts outlined the perfect shape of a bulging mushroomed head and he looked like he was pretty healthy. As I worked lower on his legs, I asked him, "Been awhile since you've had some pussy, huh, Fish?" He gulped. "Yes, sir. I was in county jail for three months before I got here." I continued to rub his calves. "You got a girl out there?" Heavy sigh. "Yeah, I did. But when the cops showed up, she split." "Bitch," I said and started my journey back up to his thighs. He spread his legs slightly as my hands inched their way up to my goal. "Well, Dudeness, I can tell that it's been awhile by the shit you got goin' on in those shorts." "Sorry." "No need to be sorry, man. It's only natural. After all, you are a man. And, judging by the size of that thing, I'd say you're quite a man." (That's right, Dagger, stroke that ego first then you can stroke the cock.) No reply, just ragged breathing from the fish. As my fingertips reached the tight leg openings of his jockeys, I let them push up under his shorts and he caught his breath. "Just relax, fish, just relax." He didn't move. But his cock was throbbing. I slowly pulled my hands out of his shorts and moved them to his slim hips. I rubbed his hips as I straddled him again, letting my hard dick bounce against the bulge in his shorts. I let my hands roam to his flat belly again in circular motions and as my fingertips reached his waist band, I slid them underneath. Just a little. His breathing was coming fast and jagged. But he laid there, not saying a word. My breathing was also heavy and, without warning, I raised up his waist band and this 7 inch cock jumped free. "Nice tool, kid," I whispered. He just lay there not saying a word as his young cock did a dance of lust on his belly. I slowly eased his shorts down below his balls and then suddenly let them snap right under his nut sack causing his to breath to catch in his throat. His balls were pushed up by the force of his shorts and I had another urge to use my tongue. But I withheld. My cock throbbed. I firmly grabbed his cock and held it up. It throbbed in my fist. I squeezed it roughly. A moan escaped his parted lips. "Looks like you need to be payin' attention to yourself, Fish. It gets pretty lonely in here sometimes." He said not a word. Just heavy breathing. I released his dick and, grabbing the waist band of his shorts, slowly eased them down over his shapely thighs and down his calves. When I had pulled them all the way off of his feet, I tossed them randomly on my bunk where they lay united next to mine. I returned my attention to the young man lying naked in front of me on the floor. What a prize. What a beauty. His hard young cock lie on his flat stomach, twitching, as I began massaging his calves, working my way back up his legs. He just laid there in the semi-darkness letting me do whatever I wanted to his hot body. When I reached his swollen balls, my hands grazed them and his dick bounced up on his belly. I grinned. Then I wrapped my fist around his hard cock and held it up. "Nice piece of meat, kid," was all I said. Then I slid up and, still straddling him, I held my bigger dick up next to his and stroked them both together. He laid there breathing heavily, his entire body tensed up. So hot but too afraid to stop me. The precum from our dicks made them slippery and I stroked them a couple of times and then let his flop back to his belly with a resounding smack. He stuttered and audibly moaned at the same time, "We....we...shouldn't...be.." "Shut up, punk," I growled. "I told you to NEVER question my methods." With that, he shut up and I bent forward and started to blow my hot breath against his throbbing dick and heated nut sack. His cock reacted to my breath by doing a dance. I roughly grabbed his balls and bunched them up in my fist which made him wince with the pain of the sudden grasp. I grabbed his dick with my other hand and held it up in the air. I leaned forward and kissed the head of his mushroomed dick. I could taste his sweet innocence. He moaned. Still holding his swollen balls in my fist, I engulfed his young cock head with my hot lips and wrapped them around it tightly and sucked hard. I saw his fists reach out and grab a hold of the blanket as he tried to maintain. I sucked on his cock for a minute and then let it slide out of my mouth. As it lay on his belly wet and shiny, I said, "Yeah, looks like we'll have to get one of these punks around here to take care of you. You don't even want me to take care of your problem. 'Cuz I always say, "If I suck 'em, I fuck 'em." I slapped his hip and said, "Now roll over. Let's do the backside." I got up and went to the window checking for jiggs again. You never know when these tricky bastard cops were going to do a sneak round. The coast was still clear. I turned around and saw my prize. The hot young man was lying on his belly, completely at my mercy and I couldn't help but stroke my hard dick a couple of times when I saw that fine ass beckoning me. The first thing I did was to straddle him again. I grabbed a hold of his arms that were laying by his side and pulled them up above his head. (Damn, I wish I would have thought to have some rope around here.) But I figured he wouldn't dare move once I had him positioned how I wanted him. He let his arms be pinned to the floor above his head as my hard cock slid around his slim back. Pulling his arms up over his head just made his little ass stick up in the air even more. That hot little butt was begging for it even though he didn't know it. Again, I started at his head, rubbing his hair all around in my fingers and tugging on it slightly. To stimulate the scalp is what I told him. But I was pulling hard enough on it that his head was rising off of the floor whenever I tugged. Mmmmmm, what a good little fish. Then I started kneading his shoulders and worked my way down his slim back. My hard dick was still leaking precum all over his backside and I was lovin' it. As I worked even lower, I allowed my big dick to glide in the crack of his smooth, hairless ass. He didn't resist or react to it. At least not that I could tell. When my hands reached his trim waist, I slid down and let my cock hang on his legs. My hands reached his firm orbs and began massaging the fleshy mounds of pleasure. I spent a long time on them thinking how good they felt and how supple they were and how good they would feel against my hips when I started pounding into that virgin ass. Reluctantly, I left his butt cheeks and went down to his thighs. When I reached his thighs, I abruptly spread his legs wide apart like I was makin' a fuckin' wish. And I was. He still just laid there letting me show him how to rub a weight lifter down. I worked on one leg all the way down to his ankles and then started to rub his feet, including each little fuckin' toe. He squirmed but didn't resist. When I got finished with one foot, I went to the other one and then back up on the other leg. As my hands got closer to the crack of his ass, they grazed against his nut sack. Involuntarily, he pushed his pelvis down against the blanket. I started rubbing his ass cheeks again, a little bit more forceful this time, spreading his cheeks and letting my fingers glide up his smooth crack. With one quick movement, I roughly reached up underneath him and found his hard cock pressed against the blanket. I grabbed it and yanked it down between his spread out legs. He yelped quietly but didn't try to stop me. So, now I had this young hunk spread eagle on the floor beneath me with his hard 7 inch cock pressed against the floor exposed to my whim. I smacked his right ass cheek. "You ever been rimmed, Fish?" "Uh.....no, " he replied. "Sir." "Well, hang onto your wad, kid, 'cuz you're gonna get a taste of pure pleasure." With that, I spread his tender cheeks wide apart and bent low. I started by kissing his crack and he caught his breath. He smelled hot and sweet all at the same time. I licked that virgin crack from the top to the base of his nut sack. He cringed. I noted that his cock throbbed. Then I started to tongue around his virgin opening while I held his cheeks wide open to my demanding tongue. He whimpered when my tongue made contact with his pink virgin hole. Mmmmmm, so sweet. So straight. So hot. Without warning, I slid my hot tongue into his virgin ass. He moaned almost too loudly and I smacked his ass again and told him to shut up. Holding his ass cheeks in both hands, I started to ease my tongue into that hot, tight sweet hole. Where no man has gone before. Then I pulled away from his hot ass and grabbed him by his hips. I pulled him up until his ass was in the air and his head was buried in the blanket on the floor. His arms still above his head. I bent down behind him and resumed my position with my tongue entering his tight asshole. I eased it back in and then I started to tongue fuck the boy. He was so hot and sweet. I reached around and grabbed his hanging hard cock and started to squeeze it until it started to juice up real nice. This poor straight guy didn't know what the hell was going on but he was lovin' the hell out of it. His legs trembled as my tongue got a hard on and I started to fuck him with it. Knowing that the poor fish was gonna shoot real soon, I pulled out and started to toy with his tight ass with one of my fingers. His sweet hole was all wet so it was easy for one of my fingers to just slide right in. He froze. I persisted. My dick throbbed wantonly. As he got used to the violation of my finger, he soon began to relax and accept it and, before long, I got brave and inserted two fingers into his hot little butt. I stroked his cock with long steady strokes matching my penetration of his ass with my fingers. And he was taking it! And, judging by the way his cock was leaking precum and hard as a rock, I knew he was likin' it! Just a faggot waiting to happen. And I was gonna be the one to hook this fish and bring him on shore. Suddenly, the fish started bucking against my fingers burying them deeper into his hot ass. "Oh, Dagger, Dagger," he moaned. "I don't fucking believe it!" He started ramming my fist that was holding his cock and with each thrust, he was taking more of my fingers in his ass. I felt his dick swell up and suddenly, I felt hot cum boil up from his balls and cover my hand and shoot all over the blanket. The fish was cumming. The bastard. Damn! I hadn't meant to be that good. PART IV Man, talk about fucking up a wet dream. I suddenly realized that there was a light shining on us from the door. We were so busted. "What the fuck is going on in here?", demanded the cop holding the light on us. I jumped up with my big hard cock waving in the air. Big mistake. "Uh, nothin' Officer. Just givin' the kid a rub down." "Yeah," the cop said sardonically. "I can see that." Josh, my new little fish just buried his head in the blanket on the floor, his sweet little ass still up in the air. "Inmate Fields. Get some skivvies on and report to the Officer's Station." Oh shit, I thought. Here we go. "Uh, yes sir." The Officer left us alone so he could go down and pop the door open. "Shit. Fuck. Shit, shit, shit.", I cussed up a storm as I pulled on my jockey shorts. "What's going to happen to us, Dagger?", the Fish whined. "I dunno, kid. I fuckin' don't know." The door popped open. I stepped outside and looked back at Josh. He was scared shitless. My heart went out to my scared little fish. "Just get on your bunk and be cool, man. I'll try to do some fast talking and get us out of this shit." I walked down the tier. It was so quiet that I could almost hear my bare feet on the concrete walkway. "Damn, shit, fuck," I quietly cussed. I heard my cell door close behind me. I always hated that sound of finality. When I got to the Officer's Station, Officer Benton was sitting at his desk writing up a D.R. For you laymen, that would be better known as a disciplinary report. That means hole time. Fuck! I stood in front of his desk still naked except for the jockeys that I had thrown on. My semi-hard cock was still evident in my shorts but had quieted down quite a bit. I didn't know how I was gonna deal with this, but I knew I had to play it out. So I folded my arms across my muscled chest and stood there waiting for him to acknowledge me. He looked up from his writing. His gaze was level with my crotch. He stared right at it. His penetrating blue eyes seemed to go right through the fabric. He was about my age, but slimmer. About 5 feet 11 inches, maybe 186 lbs or so. He kept his blond hair cut short and wasn't a bad looking man. Except for that fucked up uniform he wore that told me he was a lousy pig. A cop that kept me locked up. He sat his pen down on the desk. "Fields," he said. "You think you're pretty tough shit around here, don't you?" I started to play my part. I just grinned lewdly, not moving my stance and said, "I do my time." He got up but I noticed he didn't leave his desk without his billy club. The bastard. He was scared of me, I could tell. The little sissy whimpy faggot. He walked around the desk tapping the club in the palm of his hand. He looked me up and down. I didn't move. He mused, "Hmmm, I wonder just how tough you are without your buddies around?" I got a good look at him. I stared him straight in the eye, but my experienced peripheral vision got a chance to appreciate the way his uniform fit his tight body. I was intrigued. He walked around my semi-clad body and informed me that he could run me into the hole for a long time for homosexual activity in prison. While he circled me, he let the club trace around my upper torso. It felt smooth and cold. I'd like to stick it up his ass. He came around the front of me and then whacked me one across the chest with it. I winced but didn't budge. My nipples became erect where the club had landed. It didn't escape his attention. "Do you know how much time you could get in the hole, Fields?", he demanded. "Yeah," I said casually. He stood only inches from my face as he questioned me and the only thing between us was a little air and that damned club. I looked deep into his eyes and watched his lips move as he spoke. I couldn't help it, but watching those lips made my cock start to twitch. I felt the club wander down my chest to my abdomen and then he stood back and pushed the end of inside of my jockey shorts. He grinned wickedly. The freak. "I hear your known in here for quite the weapon," he said as he let the smooth hard club slide in the waistband of my shorts. I still didn't budge. With my arms still folded, I felt the club rub against my cock nestled inside my underwear. I just replied, "I do my time." He grinned. "Yeah, and that's all you can do, convict." With those words, he pulled on the club and yanked my shorts down around my knees. My cock swung free. It was half hard and I saw his eyes light up. "Well," he said with a husky voice. "I guess you do live up to your name." He nudged my cock with his club and watched in fascination as it began to grow. I grit my teeth as my dick began to betray itself and his club was pushing it around and toying with my balls. I felt the cool club slide between my legs. I held my stance but my cock was almost completely hard. He began sliding it in and out of my legs. I just grinned at him. I looked down at his uniform and saw a prominent bulge in his snugly fit uniform pants. This freak cop wants it, I thought. And if he keeps fucking with me, he's gonna get it To my surprise, he roughly grabbed my hardening cock and said, "You were going to fuck that boy, weren't you, you faggot convict?" Now he was starting to piss me off. Still holding onto my cock, he said, "You know, you could really hurt that boy with this monster." As he spoke, he was inadvertently squeezing it. I looked him in the eye and said, "Someone's gonna get it, man." He got up in my face and breathed angrily, "You threatening me, Fields?" I just stared at him. I was inches from his face and we could have touched lips had either of us moved an inch. Not saying a word, just pissed him off. Abruptly, he released my hard cock and I saw that his cock was straining in his uniform pants. He sat the billy club down on the desk. He turned back around to face me and said, "Okay, do something, convict. Go ahead, give it your best shot." I just stood there. I wasn't going to take the bait and get an assault charge to boot. This pissed him off even more. He pushed against my chest with his hand. "Just as I thought," he jeered. "You're not going to do anything. You're just a punk." Fuck, he shouldn't have said the "P" word. I lost control. I lunged at him. He tried to block my attack, but I was too fast and too big for him. I pinned him against the desk, my hard cock pressed against his uniform pants. I yanked his head back and pressed my lips against his and kissed him on the mouth as he struggled vainly to fight me off. I held his head in my hands and forced his lips apart with my tongue. He tried shaking his head but I held him firmly and started to grind my hips against his. He broke away and laughed, "Is that all you got, tough guy?" He was hard in his uniform. I lunged at him again and started to fumble with his oversized belt buckle as he tried to fight me off. But I was too fast for him and I was all over him like white on rice. In no time, I had his buckle undone and unzipped his fly and then jerked his uniform pants down around his knees. He had pretty much stopped struggling and I could see his hard throbbing cock tenting in his boxers . "Oh yeah, yeah," he murmured hoarsely. "Come on, big guy. Do it. Do it." I whipped him around so that he was facing the desk and he looked so hot with his uniform pants down around his knees and he did have a really nice ass. He voluntarily bent over the desk. I was stunned. But I was hard and this cop had turned me on. I listened to my dick. It said, "Fuck him." He grabbed his own cock and began to stroke it as he was bent over the desk and I realized that this guy wanted it and liked to play rough. Well, I didn't want to hurt the guy but I could play. I pushed him down so that his face was lying on the desk as he offered me his butt. I stood behind him and kicked his legs wide apart so that the uniform was so tight around his legs, I could hear the ripping of fabric. I stood between his spread legs and spit in my hand. I rubbed my cock real good with it up and down and then spit again in my hand and rubbed it in his crack. He moaned, "Yessssss," and arched his back so that his tight little butt was waiting to be filled. I didn't disappoint him. I placed the head of my shiny spit covered dick against his tight opening. He pushed against me and it was in! Damn, he was tight. And hot. As I eased more of my hard cock into his willing tight ass, he moaned with pleasure as my 9 inches begin to fill him. I sunk all of my length into his willing ass until my hips were against his firm rounded ass. Lucky for my celly, I thought as I felt this cop's hotness envelope my aching cock. After I could tell his ass had gotten used to the intrusion of my oversized cock, I started a slow rhythmic thrust. Just a little at first so as not to hurt the guy. I mean he had always been decent to me but he just wanted to get fucked. And who am I to turn down an offer like this? As he got more used to me, I started easing in and out of his hot ass as he pounded away on his own hard cock in his fist. When I saw that he was really enjoying this, I started going faster and deeper, fucking this cop like there was no tomorrow. And I knew there might not be. I might be in the hole. But right now the only hole I cared about was the hot one that my cock was penetrating. I started fucking the cop with long deep strokes until my balls were slapping against his willing ass cheeks. I held onto his hips and slammed into him repeatedly as he moaned with pleasure and stroked his cock like a piston. We were in unison, we were one fucking machine as I plowed his hot cop ass. It felt so damn good and I could feel all my tensions boiling up from my balls as I fucked him. Soon, all too soon, I heard him start to moan loudly and his body convulsed underneath me as he shot a huge load of hot white cop cum all over the D.R. he had been writing. I matched his movements and soon started to release my pent up convict cum up his tight willing ass. I buried my long dick to the hilt in his ass and started shooting hot man juice up his sweet ass as I ground my hips against his butt. When I was finished with one of the most exciting climaxes of my life, I gently pulled out of his spent ass and stood behind him as he straightened up and started to pull his pants up. He looked at me and smiled and then looked at the form on the desk that he had covered with his passion. "Well, it doesn't look like I can turn that into the Captain." He grinned. I grinned back. "Thanks," I said. He walked over to me adjusting his belt and kissed me softly on the lips. "You are one hot fuck, Dagger." "Ditto," I replied. Then he swatted me on my naked ass and said, "Now get back to your cell and don't let me see that kind of shit again, okay? I don't want to have to bust you. But if you get me in a jam, I'm going to have to take you down with me. Got it?" "Yes, sir," I did a mock salute. He grinned again, "Smart ass." Then he winked at me. "Get outta here." I turned to go. He added, "Dagger?" "Yes?" "Thanks, that was hot." "Yeah, it was, sir." I walked back to my cell whistling down the tier, my satisfied dick snug in my state issue jockey shorts waiting for it's next release. Look out, my little fresh fish. Daddy's comin' home!

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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 16:50:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Jay Cee Subject: Construction Stud Foreman chapter 8 Construction Stud Foreman, 8 cowboycliff1@yahoo.com MMMM, rimming, hairy, anal, oral, first timers As Jake was slutting himself out on Chip's huge cock, Bryan and Clyde were just leaving Bryan's house, heading for the country and a week of sweaty work. The two men were long time buddies and they felt they knew each other pretty well, but this coming week would open a whole new chapter in their friendship. Clyde's farm was an hour outside of the city, in the rolling hills and quiet river valley. Clyde often invited the big rugged assistant foreman for weekends of hunting and fishing. And Bryan rarely declined. He often wished for a place of his own in the country, away from the traffic and crime. It wasn't long after the two got on the road, that Clyde started thinking about a place to stop and take a piss break. He didn't want to say anything to Bryan, because he knew he would be ribbed for his small bladder. It was a common joke among the crew that Clyde had to visit the port-a-potty often during the day. Some of the crew said it wasn't just to piss, it was to jack off a load too. As the miles rolled by, Bryan noticed his best friend squirmming in his seat. He knew right away what was going on and grinned to himself about this situation, but he decided to take it easy on Clyde, this one time. "Hey man, let's stop up here at the truck stop and get something to drink. I didn't realize how hot it was this afternoon." As Bryan said this, he grinned at his friend, knowing Clyde would figure him out pretty fast. "Thanks, Bryan. I'll get you a Big Gulp of Dr. Pepper after I take a break." The two men shared a laugh as Clyde turned into the parking lot of the truck stop. It was almost a maze of parked and crawling big rigs. But Clyde found a spot fairly close to building and then literally ran into the store. Bryan laughed again. The truck stop was a beehive of activity. Trucks were refueling, checking their tires, some were in the shop area for maintenance, and others were parked in the big lot for their rest period. Bryan was a people watcher by nature and so he was quite content to lean back in his seat and take in the scene. Most of the truckers were men, wearing jeans and boots. Some looked like they could be cowboys ready to saddle up a horse, not guide a big rig down a lonely interstate. As he kept watching the men walk by, one face seemed very familiar. The man left the main building, walked past Clyde's pickup truck, heading into the truck parking lot. Bryan wasn't shy and would often meet new people by asking if they knew each other. So he jumped out of the truck and followed the man. As he caught up with him, a name came to him and he called it out. The man spun around, acknowledging that it was he. It was Allen, a guy that worked with the construction crew for several months and then got a job with a trucking firm. It took a couple of seconds for Allen to recognize Bryan, but then the two men acted like long lost brothers, greeting each other with a bear hug. "Damn, looks like truckin' is agreeing with you, Allen. Not eating too many donuts on the road, are ya?" "That's right, Bryan. I try to stay at truck stops and motels that offer gyms. And I'm doing some other things that keep me in shape." "What else but hard work and eating right could keep a man in shape?" Bryan looked at his friend kind of sideways. He figured the man had something up his sleeve. "Well, come over to my truck and I'll explain it to you." So the two men walked over to the shiny red Peterbuilt truck, talking about old times and different people that they both knew. They stopped in front of the massive rig, but Allen was hesitating. "Bryan, you got to play this cool, ok? I know you have a temper sometimes. It's not all that it seems on the first glance. But I'm having the best time of my life and if you can't accept it, don't ruin it for me. Okay?" Bryan really looked at his friend funny now, but he shrugged his broad shoulders and was willing to play along. Allen opened the door and climbed into the cab, motioning for Bryan to follow him into the sleeper area of the cab. He did and got a shock. There were two naked men on the mattress. Both were tanned, well muscled, and very well hung. One was blond and mostly hairless, the other, a brunet with a thick pelt of hair covering most of his body. Their faces looked young, maybe college age, but the bodies said manly mature MEN. "That one with the hair is Jared. And that one is Jack." Bryan wasn't sure what was going on here, but he remembered his promise. The noise and the motion of the truck as the two men climbed into the cab caused both to wake up. "Allen, you wore us out already. You horny again? Well, hello! Who's your hunky friend? You bring us a reward for draining your balls?" "This is Bryan, a friend of mine. Treat him right!" Both Jared and Jack started to crawl to either side of a very nervous Bryan. When they started to feel of his thighs and arms, he jumped and moved as though to leave. "Come on Bryan, relax and see what happens." Bryan didn't have much choice at the moment. The brothers were all over the hunky man, opening his shirt, unbuckling his belt and unlacing his boots. It wasn't long before Bryan was completely naked and backed into a corner. The brothers knew exactly how and where to touch the big man. They pinched his nipples, played with the chest hair, and stroked his cock and balls. But when the first mouth latched onto his cock, that's when most of Bryan's resistance melted away and he spread his legs and relaxed into the most incredible blow job he had ever gotten. "Oh shit! Suck that cock!" The other boy was licking his balls as his brother sucked his cock. Bryan was in for another pleasant shock. All of a sudden the boys started to lift the big man's legs and then a mouth and tongue licked his asshole. Bryan groaned and rocked his head against the wall of the sleeper cab. Meanwhile, Clyde had rushed into the main building of the truck stop, through the gift shop, and into the back where the bathrooms and showers were. This was an area mainly for the long haul truckers, not many car drivers were even allowed here. But Clyde had visited this bathroom before on his trips home and he didn't give it a second thought. The only thing on his mind was an urgent need to pee. But as he entered the bathroom, it seemed as though every trucker in the state was waiting to piss. There were guys lined up along the walls, guys sharing the urinals, and every stall door closed. Just as Clyde was starting to think about trying the women's bath- room, a stall door opened, allowing a burly trucker to exit. Clyde rushed to that door, but another trucker had his hand on the latch. He was obviously first in line. "Hey man, I'm about to stain my jeans. Can you let me go first?" "Well, I guess this once, but you're going to owe me." The man's voice was a rich bass that rumbled as it spilled out the words. Clyde didn't give a second thought. He rushed inside and immediately started to piss into the toilet. "You did need to go pretty bad, didn't you?", that rumbling voice asked as the man joined Clyde in the stall. The next sound was that of the door being latched. Clyde was still pissing and didn't turn around, but he was sure wondering what the hell was going on. Then he felt a hand grip his shoulder. "Yep, I do believe we are going to settle your debt to me right now!" The trucker's big paw started to rub Clyde's shoulder and then his arm, feeling his bicep. "Nice guns! Let's see about your chest." Clyde had had about enough. One guy feeling another one's biceps was just good natured fun, but when the big man pressed himself against Clyde's back and ass and reached around and felt of his pecs, that was too far. "Hey man! Get off of me. I appreciate you letting me piss ahead of you and all, but I'm not into this buddy- buddy thing. I don't even know who you are. I've got to go, so let me out of this stall." Clyde made a move to spin around, but the big trucker held him tight. "Let me introduce myself, stud. My name is Tom and I like the feel of your body." Clyde's arms were pinned against his sides, so it didn't take much for Tom to unsnap the whole front of the cowboy's western shirt. And then for the first time, Clyde felt a man's hands rubbing his hairy chest and pinching his nipples. "Nice, very nice! You either work out at the gym or have a hard labor job. Damn, ripped abs too." One part of Clyde's mind swelled with pride at the man's praise, but mostly he just wanted to be let lose. His shirt was wide open and his jeans too. This man touching him was not welcome at all. And then Tom the trucker reached down between Clyde's legs and felt of his cock and balls. He felt the man groan in his chest. "Damn nice package, stud. Hot hairy body all muscled up and big ole cowboy cock and low hanging balls. I can hardly wait to see that thing standing tall and throbbing with need. The need to shoot some cream in another stud's mouth or asshole. Now you got to understand something, man. I might like to play around a bit, but I'm a total top, you get what I'm saying?" Clyde had no earthly idea what the trucker was talking about. He had never been felt up by a man, never more than glanced at a guy's dick in the showers, and had never heard of a 'top'. So Clyde shook his head, 'no'. "No, you don't know what I'm talking about? Well, I'll try to explain it a bit. I'm talking about two or more guys stripping down and having some fun, man to man style. There's some desire here for the kind of sex a man can't get with a woman. There some comparison going on too. Seeing who has the biggest dick, the lowest hanging balls, and best of all how much cum you produce. Cause this is sex at its rawest and most aggressive. This isn't petting and stealing a kiss now and then in the movie theater and hoping for a chance to fuck later on. This is man to man fucking and sucking, multiple cum shots all over your face, chest, and probably some dripping out of your asshole. And speaking of spunk dripping down a man's hairy thighs, that turns me on more than anthing. I like to fuck that cum in that asshole and then lick it out. Lip smacking good man! Damn! Getting me turned on, stud." He proved it to Clyde by humping against his ass. The mass of genitals was throbbing and aching. If the crotch had been more threadbare than it was, there would have been two cocks sticking out of jeans in that one stall. The entire time Tom was whispering in Clyde's ear about the hot sex two men could have, the big horny trucker was fondling and stroking Clyde's cock, trying to turn the construction cowboy on with his words and actions. "What part would you like to try with me, stud? You can get your cock sucked through the hole in the stall or suck mine. I will definitely fuck your ass and then lick my cum out of it. If you want to try fucking a man's ass, I can find a bottom stud for you to try out. That's right, a top fucks his cock into the bottom's ass, but he also likes to suck cock, balls, lick asshole, chew nipples and kiss man to man. Hell, I can tell you don't know which to do first, so I'll just suck your cock." Tom turned Clyde around and sat him on the toilet seat. Then the big hunky trucker leaned over and started to lap at Clyde's limp cock. Clyde didn't know what to think. His mind was a blurr. But his cock knew what to do. It stiffened right up and started throbbing. And Tom got his wish to see that cowboy cock hard and dripping. The trucker opened wide and started to give the construction cowboy a hard driving man to man blow job. With his lips, teeth, tongue, and even his throat, Tom started to turn Clyde onto the joys of letting a man suck his dick. And finally the expert techniques worked. Clyde grabbed the trucker's head and started to fuck that hot mouth. It wasn't long after that his balls drew up into firing position. Tom knew what was about to happen, so he moved the big cock head from his throat to the entrance to his mouth. He was determined to catch the load and feed it back to Clyde. "Oh shit!! Suck my cock, you cocksuckin' trucker!", Clyde gasped. As the words spilled from his shocked mouth, his cock exploded with a river of cum. Tom was expecting alot of cum, but even he was surprised by the volume. Clyde had been working alot of hours lately and hadn't jacked off for a while. It was all to Tom's benefit. When Clyde finally finished cumming, Tom pulled off his dick and leaned in and kissed the exhausted stud, full on the mouth. Clyde tried to pull away, but the trucker grabbed the back of his head and forced him to accept his first man to man kiss and first load of cum. It was his own cum and the taste wasn't foreign to him, but getting it on another man's tongue, that made him gag. But Tom kept on tonguing him and finally got some response from the cowboy. The kiss left Clyde gasping for breath. Tom didn't let the big stud cool down too much, though. The trucker stood up and shoved his cock in Clyde's face, demanding that he be serviced. When Clyde turned away, Tom knew exactly what to do, he slapped his big cock on his face. The cock was big and thick and made an audible slapping sound. Laughs were heard from the other men in the bathroom. They all knew that a man was bitch slapping another dude in the face. Clyde didn't want to suck the cock, but he didn't like the laughter either. He figured that the other men wouldn't know if he did suck that cock. He just wanted to leave the stall as soon as possible and get out to the farm. So Clyde pushed Tom's hips back, looked the big trucker in the face, and then opened his mouth. Tom knew the cowboy was his at that moment. So he started to feed his dick little by little into Clyde's mouth, feeling the tentative licks by the inexperienced tongue and the brushes of teeth on his swollen dick. He groaned deep in his chest as the familiar feelings started on his dick. Tom had gone almost a day without cumming, so his balls were quite full. And the fact that he had a first timer working his dick, that made Clyde's first blowjob kinda short. "Stroke those manballs, cowboy. Play with 'em and warm up that cum. Yeah, you're getting the hang of cocksucking, stud. When I cum, keep it in your mouth and share it with me. This time you kiss me like I kissed you. Oh fuck! Here it cummmmmsssss.......take it, you sonofabitch!" That's when Clyde tasted sperm from another man's cock for his very first time. Tom's balls fuckin' unloaded too. It was a big load from a man that always shot a big load. It was way more than Clyde could handle on his first time and it started to run down his chin onto his hairy chest. Finally, Tom's balls were empty. He withdrew his cock and pulled Clyde to his feet. Clyde knew what he had to do. He pulled the trucker against him and stuck his cum coated tongue in his mouth. This kiss was different from the first. It had some passion in it and went far longer that was necessary to exchange the cum load. This time it was Tom doing the gasping for air. "Damn, cowboy stud!! You learn real quick. I'd like to fuck around with you all night, but I got to get on the road. I got a schedule to keep." With that Tom kissed Clyde one more time, pulled up his pants and exited the stall. Clyde stayed where he was to gather his thoughts and straighten himself up. When he thought he could face the men in the bathroom, he left the stall and headed back out front. No one laughed or even grinned at him. It was as if nothing had happened, even though everybody knew what had taken place in that stall. How could you not know? The place smelled like a lockerroom and moaning and groaning was coming from the other stalls. The only thing on his mind was to get to the farm. So Clyde headed back to the truck, only to find that Bryan wasn't there. That was kind of wierd. Where was his best buddy? That scene in the bathroom hadn't taken that long, had it? Then it hit Clyde. What if Bryan had been in that bathroom when Tom had forced him to his knees? What if Bryan knew what had happened? Would his friend understand that he had been raped in that stall? Well, rape was kind of harsh word. Could one man rape another one? And if it was rape, why did Clyde have such a mind blowing cum? He had let another man suck his dick, kiss him, and then had sucked that other man's dick. What the fuck was wrong with him? It must be the stress. He definitely knew he wasn't attracted to guys. Just at that moment, Tom came strutting out the door and spotted Clyde. The cowboy groaned as the big trucker walked over to him. Tom leaned in the window and gave Clyde a big grin. Then he reached in and groped his crotch. "Tastey cock you got there, stud. Don't be too hard on yourself. It was just two men pleasuring each other. Happens all the time with lonely truckers like myself. Well, I got to pick up a load of steel next state over and then get back here to haul some feed. Hope to see you again sometime." Tom walked away toward the truck parking lot. Cyde found that his eyes followed the trucker in the rearview mirror. Seeing that tight ass encased in those jeans made his balls tingle a bit. That caused the cowboy some grief and he got redfaced. Damn, where the fuck was Bryan...... "Oh fuck!! Suck that cock and balls!! Lick my ass!!" Bryan was moaning and groaning. Jack and Jared were giving the assistant foreman lots of pleasure with their tongues and fingers. Bryan had never felt so high on sex. His cock had never felt so hard. He knew guys could suck better than women, but he never knew that his nipples were that sensitive. Or that a guy could give another so much pleasure with his tongue in his asshole. Bryan's legs had been in the air for 20 minutes while the brothers sucked and rimmed him. He finally got them to let him stretch out. That put his cock on display even more. It was a fine example of a virile man's dick. Heavily veined, big fat ridge around his cock head and a deep purple color. Jack was sucking that big headed cock and Allen was licking Jared's ass, getting it sloppy wet. Allen knew what this young stud wanted. He wanted Bryan's big cock up his tight hole. Jack lifted his drooling face from the cock and then guided his horny brother into a sitting position, facing the construction stud. Bryan was staring at the scene as though he were separated from it, like it was a dream. He watched helpless as the young blond stud lowered himself onto his cock. He groaned as the tight asshole flowered open around his throbbing head. The young blond god was hung like a bull himself and it was throbbing and drooling precum too. Jared placed Bryan's hand on his cock as he started to fuck himself on that big hairy dick. Bryan acted as though his hand was burned. He had never touched a cock other than his own. It was hot and thick and sticking straight up in the air. His hand was immediately wet with precum. Bryan groaned again. Jared had nestled down as far as he could on the big dick. What wrenched the groan from Bryan's throat was the tightening of his ass muscles around his cock. It was the tightest, snuggest place Bryan had ever put his dick. Jared groaned too and started to shoot cum all over Bryan's chest and face. That tight ass gripped him even more, but when Jack fucked his finger inside of Bryan's asshole and nudged his prostate, that is what released his cum. Volley after volley of cum squirted into Jared's ass. It filled up the hot young stud and then leaked out onto Bryan's balls. Jack's cock was about to shoot too, so he stood up and aimed the fire at Bryan's face. Then Allen joined in on the cum fest. Shooting loads of rich, creamy man cum all over Bryan's face and hairy chest. Three loads of cum, dripping and running into his eyes, his mouth and all over his chest. It was Bryan's first taste of cum. Though it didn't really register with his fucked up brain. Hell, it had been his first experience fucking a man! Lots of firsts for the big guy. Finally, Jared lifted off Bryan's spent cock and dove down to lick his dick clean. Jack and Allen were licking and kissing his face and chest, cleaning away every drop of good tasting cum. Bryan was fucked up and fucked out. Jack and Jared leaned in and kissed Bryan in a deep man to man kiss. They pushed more cum into his mouth and smiled to each other as he swallowed it all. The brothers were old hands at getting straight men to enjoy hot sex. Finally, Bryan came to his senses and started to get dressed. He became almost frantic when he remembered Clyde waiting for him. How in the hell would he explain where he'd been for the last hour? And not just where, but what he had been doing during that hour. Clyde would never talk to him again if he knew that he had fucked a guy up the ass and enjoyed it. Or jacked a guy's dick or kissed a guy. Allen thought Bryan was in a rush to leave because he was embarrassed by the gay sex scene. He wanted to explain it, calm Bryan's fears, but he never got the chance. As soon as his boots were on and jeans buckled, Bryan ran from the truck. He was trying to put his shirt on as he hurried to Clyde. He got several looks from guys that could smell the sex and see some streaks of cum on his shoulders. But Bryan didn't notice any of this. It wasn't until he caught site of Clyde's truck sitting where it was first parked, that the big stud finished dressing and calmly, or at least he tried to appear that way, went to the passenger door and sat back inside. Clyde jumped a bit at Bryan's appearance and his flushed face. He reddened a bit too when he realized he was checking the crotch of his buddy's bulging jeans. Both men sported bulges in their faded wranglers at this moment. They looked at each other strangely for a few moments. Each man changed in just that short hour since they parked here. Aware of it in themselves, but not yet in each other. Clyde started the truck and headed back to the interstate and his farm. Bryan started to speak a couple of times with excuses, but his mouth and throat were sticky with sperm and nothing but grunts came out. Finally, he told Clyde about meeting up his old friend Allen and seeing the inside of the truck. Clyde said that it was alright. The bathroom was really busy and he had to wait awhile. And that he had almost pissed in his pants until a good samaritan had allowed him to break line. Then Clyde told a joke about the indian that drank so much iced tea that he drown in his own tee pee. That broke the tension and the men were buddies again, on their way to the farm. to be continued......

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Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 02:03:08 -0500 From: Gary A Arlint Subject: Fresh Fish Fresh Fish by Tanda2000@compuserve.com copyright 2001 I was sitting on my bunk thumbing through an old Hustler that I had rounded up when I heard the door open. "Christ," I thought. "Here we go again. Another new fish." When I looked up, sure enough, there was a kid standing there with a bag of crap in his arms. He looked at me and I could tell he was scared. It was a common look in here. At least, at first. It either lasted all the time or was soon replaced by the look of false bravado. He cautiously stepped inside and I had a moment to look him over. About 24 or 25, I've never been too good with ages. He stood about 5'10" and probably weighed in at 155 lbs. or so. Hard telling. All I know that compared to me, he was skinny. He had sandy blond hair and was kinda scruffy looking. Not a bad looking guy but definitely not a candidate for Gladiator School. "Hey," he mumbled nervously. "Hey, yourself," I answered back and stood up. The poor kid's eyes widened and I know my 6 foot, 200 lb. frame did nothing to relieve the fear the poor boy was feeling. I had been laying around all day in my state issue white jockey shorts and nothing else. I'd been hitting the weight pile for a long time now and my chest was cut and defined with big pecs, a six pack and my 18 inch guns looked as big as the kid's legs. I kept my head shaved and nobody, I mean nobody in here ever fucked with me. I was well known to be a mean fucker and didn't take no shit from no one. "This 86A?", the fish asked. "Yep," I replied. "This is home." "Oh," was all he could get out in a rattled breath. Then he added, "I guess I'm your new cellmate." "You gonna hold that shit all day, boy?" I stood by my bunk in my shorts with my arms folded menacingly across my chest and my legs spread defiantly. I was sporting a semi in my jockeys but thought the kid was too damn scared to notice. "Uh, I guess not. Where can I put it?" I nodded towards the top bunk and said, "You can stash it up there for right now. I keep a clean house here and we'll get you set up later." "Yes, sir," he responded meekly as tossed his bag of personal belongings on the bunk. He was still wearing the state issue orange jumpsuit and the cheap plastic slippers that these assholes give you when you first get here. The orange jumpsuit. The true mark of a new fish. Fresh meat as us long timers called them. I had been here for five years now and I knew all the ropes. I was 33 and was up to see the Board in a couple of months. Damn, I hope they'd cut me lose. He stuck his hand out to me meekly and said, "Hi. My name's Josh." I grabbed his hand and squeezed it firmly, making him flinch. "What you in here for, Josh? You ain't some freak, I hope. I'd hate to have to kick your ass on your first night here. I don't allow no freaks to live with me." "Oh, no," he quickly said. "I'm here on drug charges." I let his hand go and he rubbed it gratefully against his orange jumpsuit. "What did you say your name was?", he asked. "I didn't," was all I said and got back on my bunk and started looking at the magazine again. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him standing in the middle of the cell not knowing what the fuck to do and afraid to do anything. That's just the way I liked it. Can't let these young punks ever get the edge on you. Without looking up, I said, "There's a drawer under the bunk you can put your shit in." "Uh, thanks," he said. "And, keep it in there, man. I don't ever want to come back here and find your shit layin' around." "Yes, sir," he mumbled again. As Josh started to unpack his new wardrobe for the next few months, I continued looking at my mag and watching him without him knowing it. I kept rubbing my crotch as he unpacked and I could tell he was doing his best to keep quiet and not look at me. "How old are you, boy?", I asked. "Twenty four next month." I was grateful that he wasn't some teenage kid. I hated seeing those young boys coming in here and getting turned out and abused and then wind up being worse criminals than they were when they first got here. This system was fucked up and what they did to young boys when they brought them to places like this always pissed me off. But I thought to myself that if I could show him around, he might be alright. But I still hadn't come to any decisions about him. All I know is that I hadn't had a celly in a couple of months and, inwardly, I welcomed the company. But I'd never admit it to him. Or anyone else in this hell hole. "They give you a shower yet, kid?" He stood up and looked at me for the first time. His eyes went to my bulging jockey shorts. He blushed but didn't acknowledge the observation. "Uh, no, and man, do I feel cruddy." "They got a shower downstairs next to the Officer's Station. Go grab one. And when you get back, we can go over the rules of my house." He suddenly became more reserved for a minute. "Uh, okay. Thanks." He started digging around in his drawer for a minute and I watched him, noticing for the first time his smooth jaw line and the way his shaggy hair wisped around his shoulders. My dick throbbed. Damn, he was a pretty one. I'd have to fight the predators off on this one. Shit, just what I needed. More fuckin' drama. Looking up from his drawer, he asked, "Hey, man, I'm sorry to bug you so much, but how do you go about taking a shower in here? How they gonna know I want to take one?" I laughed. "Yeah, you're a fish alright." He didn't know what I meant but he blushed anyway and looked down at his drawer in embarrassment. I sat up on the edge of my bunk and let my naked leg graze his shoulder. I leaned towards in a conspiratorial way and whispered lewdly, "Well, here's how ya do it, Josh." His big hazel eyes were all mine. This close to his face, I noticed those fine lips. Damn, if he didn't have some cock suckers on him! Too bad he didn't know it. I continued my rhetoric. "What ya do is strip down here to your towel. Don't let the guys see you runnin' around in that freaky jumpsuit, man. That's just asking for trouble. Then you've got to holler out the door for a shower. Then they'll pop the door and you just get your happy ass down there and clean it up nice and purty." He listened attentively. Damn, he was hot. He hesitated. "Don't they have a changing room down there?" "Yep," is all I said. He looked at me blankly. "But," I added, "It's a five man shower and it's just easier to be ready to jump in as soon as there's one open. These bastards don't wait around for anyone." "Oh," was all he said. He knelt there on his haunches in that damned jumpsuit pondering the situation. I had the opportunity to look down the front of his open jumpsuit and saw a smooth chest. I wanted to see more. But I could tell he was nervous about getting naked in front of another man. This was going to be a problem, I could tell. "Listen, Dude," I said. "One of the things you're gonna have to get used to around here is being butt naked around other guys, taking a piss in front of another guy and sometimes more, and you're gonna have to get used to living with me. So you might as well start now, man. Now get your fuckin' ass up and drop those clothes. Ain't no one gonna bother you in here." Taken aback by my tone, he stood up and, looking around the cell, decided he had no options. I went back to my mag trying to make him feel a little more comfortable. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched his every move. He went into his drawer and retrieved his terry cloth state issue towel. Then, looking around again, he unzipped his jumpsuit and let it fall to the floor. I popped wood. This boy was fuckin' fine. Before he could get that towel wrapped around that slim waist of his, I got a good side view of a slim young man with a nice flat stomach, nice rounded ass cheeks, smooth chest and semi-hairy legs. Slim, but well built. Nice. "Just call out through the door?", he asked. He had the small towel wrapped around his waist. I noticed a slight bulge in front where the towel pressed against his dick. I sat the magazine down on the bunk and gave him a full show of my hard 9 inch cock outlined in my tight white jockeys. His eyes were riveted to my crotch. "Yep." When he turned to face the door, I got an excellent view of a nice little butt wrapped securely in that white towel. He stuck his head in the door jamb and called out for a shower. The door didn't open. I chuckled. He turned around with a pissed off look on his face. "What?" "Don't take that tone with me, boy." I jumped off the bunk and he cowered as I came to the door. "Let a man show you how to do it, ya fuckin' little whimp." I yelled out the door, "Open 86 for shower!" The door opened. I grinned and did a mock bow. "That's all you gotta do, youngster." He looked sheepishly at me. "Uh, thanks." As he headed down the tier, I got to thinking. That idiot doesn't even know where he's going or what he's walking into. Fuck, I need a shower anyway. I grabbed my towel and left the cell before they closed the door on me. I walked down the tier in my jockeys carrying my towel by my side. My hard on had all but subsided, but as I neared the shower, I heard the commotion. "Hey! Look, man! Fresh Fish!" "Oh yeah, look at the shitter on that critter!" "Yeah, Dude's sittin' on a gold mine!" Damn, I thought. They're already on him. When I entered the shower room, it got quiet. Josh was huddled up against the first shower nozzle closest to the entrance and there were four other cons in there leering at him while they showered. Two of the assholes were sporting wood. They all acknowledged my presence. "Hey, Dag." "Yeah, hey, Bro. How's it goin'?" "Good to see you, Dag." That's all they had to say to me. That's all they'd better say. I nodded a greeting. "Hey," I said as I stripped off my shorts and kicked them to the corner of the changing room. As I walked into the showers, my semi-hard 9 inch cock swung proudly between my muscled thighs. All eyes were on my proud manhood. "Hey, Dag. You seen the new fish?" I looked over at Josh, smiled and casually said, "Hey, Josh." A look of disbelief filled their faces. "Yeah, he's a purty one! I'd like to give him a piece of this!", Rowdy was in the end shower and stroking a growing cock. All the other guys in there started encouraging him as Josh looked white and as scared as a sheep in a wolf lair. "Get off him, assholes. He's my new celly." "Oh, sorry, Bro. We didn't know." They were apologizing all over themselves. Rowdy's dick had all but shrunk up inside his asshole. "Now ya know. Don't forget it." I took the shower nozzle next to Josh and began to liberally soap up my hard, muscled body, paying special attention to my cock, stroking it and squeezing it and cupping my big full balls in my hand. I looked over at Josh who was just standing up the shower spray stunned. I tossed the soap to him and said, "Here, man. You need this to get clean." He awkwardly caught the slippery bar and said, "Thanks." While he soaped up, I took the opportunity to take a closer look at his body. Nice, real nice. Just a small patch of light brown hair between his pecs and suckable nipples. Flat abdomen with a trace of a six pack and a fine line of brown hair starting at his navel down to his crotch. He had a nice package hanging there, I'd guess about 7 inches when it got hard. I knew that he was so fuckin' scared right now that it was shrunk up. Poor little feller, I mused to myself. I let my eyes wander over his smooth muscled body down to his thighs that were well defined and semi-hairy. Not a muscle kid but trim and nicely shaped. I imagined those hot thighs wrapped around my waist. I felt the blood stir in my cock. I had to quit this before I got wood like the other freaks in here. Didn't wanna scare the kid. Not yet anyway. One by one, the other guys started to filter out. "See ya around, Dag." "Yeah, see you, Bro." Left alone with my new celly in the shower, he became more relaxed as we showered. He tried not to watch me stroking my cock, but there was no way of getting around it and I wasn't ashamed of letting anyone see it. As we dried off, he said to me, "Wow, man, that was pretty impressive." Hoping that he might be talking about my dick, I said, "Yeah?" "Yeah, man. The way you handled those apes." "They ain't runnin' nothin' around here but their mouths, man. It's all cool." "I hate to keep saying this, but thanks," was all the kid said. "Not a problem," I said. "Just don't let me down, man. Or it's on!" I put my hand on his smooth, muscled shoulder and my cock throbbed again. My grip was firm enough to let him know I meant business but friendly enough not to make him feel pressured, but I did add, "You owe me, man. And in the world you're in now, it's all about paying your dues. But I got you covered. Just don't fuck up" I let go of his shoulder. "Now let's get outta here, man." As we headed back to the cell, we walked down the upstairs tier with me following behind him. He had his towel wrapped around his slim waist and I watched his cute little ass under his damp towel. Man, I wanted some of that! I could fall for this one real easy. He just didn't have a clue. I knew he was straight and it was hopeless, but that only got me hotter. Nothing I like better than to have a straight boy suck my cock. PART II On the way back to the cell, a lot of the guys were hollerin' out there doors at the new fish, making lewd comments and threats as we passed by their cells. That is, until they saw that I was right behind him. Then they started yellin' out stuff like, "Punk, you gonna get tore up tonight!" You take him down, Dag!" Nail that purty little ass one for me, Bro.!" I just walked on ignoring all the empty cat calls. Wasn't nobody gonna fuck with my celly and they all knew it. It was just part of the initiation for a new fish. But I could tell it was really getting to the kid. He had picked up his pace, hurrying to get back to the cell and he kept his eyes to the ground. I knew he was embarrassed and scared shitless. Once we got back into the cell, he sighed a deep sigh of relief. "Man, those guys are brutal!" "Yeah and they mean it," I commented as I started stowing my stuff in my drawer. I only added that comment for my benefit. The more frightened he was, I knew the more cooperative he'd be with me. I was an evil guy. But lonely and horny as hell! Gotta look out for number one. And that was a nine inch piece of swinging meat! He looked at me as I stepped into clean jockeys. "What am I gonna do?", he almost whined. I snapped the elastic band around my waist and adjusted my half hard cock. "Deal with it," was all I said. "But, meanwhile, Dude, get the fuck out of that wet towel. I don't want you getting' all sick and shit on me." "But those guys mean business, man," he said as he dug in his drawer for his clean whitey tighties. As he lowered his towel without even thinking, again, I was mesmerized by that hot young body. I sat down on the edge of my bunk and watched as he pulled his jockeys up. "Don't sweat it, man. Ain't nobody gonna fuck with you as long as I'm around." "Wow, man. That's really cool of you. I appreciate it. I really do. I just wish there was something I could do for you, man." I had him. As he started pulling his jeans on. I rubbed my pecs thoughtfully and said, "Well, there is something you can do for me, kid." Zipping up, he turned and looked at me with those big wide innocent eyes that made me melt. He watched my hand rub my muscled chest and warily asked, "Like what?" "Well, you know, Dude. Check this out. I work out a lot and I haven't had a decent rub down for the past five years. I could sure use a good rub down after a work out. Think you could handle that?" He hesitated. "Uh, yeah. I guess so." He was embarrassed. That got me even hotter. "Okay, man. We'll set it up after the cop does his tier check tonight." My hand had gone down to my shorts rubbing my bulge with the promise of the night. "By the way, Dude." He looked up. So fucking straight. So fucking innocent. "Drop the jeans while you're in here. This is gonna be your home for the next few months and we just run around here in our shorts." "Oh, no, that's okay. I'm comfortable." I stood up next to him menacingly close to his face. "I said drop 'em." He blanched. "Alright, alright, man. Whatever you say. You're the boss." "Damn straight," I said. I watched as he pulled the jeans down over his slim hips and over those fine thighs. He had a decent size bulge in his jockeys and I wondered if I was ever gonna see it hard. Yeah, I knew I would. Cuz' I'm the type. I asked him, "You want some coffee?" Coffee was a big luxury in here. "Wow! You've got coffee?" "Yep." "But how do you heat it up?" "Man, you are a fish, aren't you?" He blushed. I've got a stinger." "What's a stinger?" "You ask too many questions. It's best you just get on your bunk, punk." Without a word, he crawled on his bunk and I got a great view of his tight firm ass climbing up the ladder to his bed. "Mmmmm," was all I said. "What?" "I didn't say a fuckin' word, boy." I started putting coffee in two cups on the desk and hooked up the stinger. He watched from his bunk in fascination. As I worked, I told him, "And, you know something else, kid? When a guy comes in here all new and shit like you, you need to be addressing me as "Sir." It's a respect thing. And in here that's all we got. Other than your word." He stumbled for something to say. "Uh.....okay." I looked at him straight in the eye. "Sir," he added. "That's more like it, fish." I handed him his coffee and he sat up and drank it greedily. I sat on the edge of the desk and watched him carefully. As it happens when two guys are forced to live together in a small space, we talked and I got to know a little about him. He had a girl. Damn, I knew he was straight. At least, he had a girl. When he got busted for selling weed, she dumped him and split. Bitch. But he had another one lined up for when he got out, he said. Yeah, yeah, I thought to myself. I've heard so many war stories in here that it could make my head spin. I just nodded and said, "Yeah, sounds good, Dude." I had to take a leak. I went to the toilet and pulled my dick out and started pissing right in front of him. He didn't want to look and I could tell he was embarrassed because he rolled over and turned away. When I flushed, I asked him, "You gotta go? Anytime, just do it, man." He stammered. "Yeah, like I gotta pee real bad, but thought I'd wait until you left." I laughed. "You lame fuckin' duck! I ain't goin' nowhere, man. In case you've forgotten, the damned door's locked!" He turned red. "Get down here and piss, man. I ain't gonna bite." He gingerly crawled down from the bed. He stood in front of the toilet and I watched from the desk, enjoying the sight of his tight little buns in his shorts. He stood there for a long time without nothing happening. He had stage fright. Behind him, I said real softly, "Man, you're gonna have to get used to pissing in front of other men. It's part of the routine. Just take your mind off it and let it flow." He mumbled, "Yes, sir." A few more minutes passed and finally I heard the feeble attempt at piss hitting the toilet water. He sighed. Then a heavier flow came from the piss scared boy. As he tucked his dick back into his shorts, I asked, "Now don't that feel better?" "Yeah, I mean, yes sir, it does." "You might as well get back on your bunk until the cop comes by. They'll have lights out as soon as he goes by. Until then, kick back and relax. I'm looking forward to a good rub down, man. It's been too many years." I laid down on my bunk in anticipation of the night. Finally we saw the cop go by doing his count and after he had passed our door, I got up and spread a blanket down on the floor. I threw my pillow on the floor and laid down in my shorts. Suddenly, without warning, the lights went out. The unit was dead quiet tonight. I laid there on the floor in the pitch blackness until my eyes got adjusted to the dim security lights. When I could see in the dark, I stood up and pulled my jockeys down and tossed them on my bunk. I was eye level with his bunk and I could see him lying there in the dark wide eyed nervous and staring at the ceiling. I got back down on the floor and asked, "Well, you gonna do this, or what, man? "Uh...yeah, I guess," he mumbled nervously. "Yeah, you guess what, punk?" "Sir," he added. I grinned in the darkness as I watched him carefully climb down the ladder. My meaty cock was lying on my muscular thigh and starting to swell at the sight of his lean body. He stood up by me and asked, "What should I do? "Well," I answered with my arms behind my head, "You might want to get down on your knees next to me so you can start." "Oh, um, okay." I watched him in the dim light and saw his face grimace when he saw that I was naked. He tried not to look at my dick lying on my thigh. "Where should I start?" I lowered my massive arms. My hand grazed his smooth thigh. He flinched but didn't move. "I guess you'd better start at the beginning. Start working on my neck and shoulders." "Yes sir." He crawled up closer to my head and, leaning over me, started rubbing the taut muscles in my neck. Man, it felt so damn good. It had been so long. As his hands worked the soothing magic on my buffed up tight muscles, he let his hands go down to my broad shoulders and knead the hard flesh there. He was beginning to become relaxed with it and I let my hand rest on his thigh. He didn't acknowledge it but didn't pull away either. As he worked on my cut pecs, he softly asked, "Why do they call you Dag?" I grinned. "It's short for Dagger. That's my handle in here." "Oh," was all he said. His hands worked lower to my six pack. I was starting to get hard. He kept rubbing the oil into my skin and working the sore muscles. Then he had to ask, "Why?" "Why, what?" "Why do they call you Dagger?" I let my hand leave his thigh. "Mostly 'cuz of this," I said and grabbed my growing shaft. "Oh," he muttered. He was embarrassed. It was a real turn on. "Work my hips and thighs, man." He didn't say a word but his hands traveled down to my hips and started rubbing them. Then his hands went to my thighs. He was starting to breathe heavily from the exertion. I was hard. He didn't quite know how to deal with my hard cock that was directly in his path to massage my thighs. He did his best to work around the throbbing manhood. In fact, he even had the nerve (which surprised me) to gingerly pick it up with two fingers and move it up on my hard belly to get it out of his way. I grinned to myself in the dark and made it go back down between my legs. It grazed his hand. He jumped but continued his work. I kept bouncing it against his hands as he worked and leaving some precum on his hands. As he worked his way lower down my legs to my calves, I looked down and was blown away to see that he had some activity going on down in his own shorts. "Sorry about the wood, little fish. I haven't had any pussy for five years either." "Wow, I couldn't imagine that," he said. "How do you handle it?" I just shrugged and said, "Jerk off a lot. You'll understand soon enough." I boldly reached between his legs and grabbed his cock. It was half hard. "See what I mean, man?" I squeezed it. He moaned. But that was all. He kept working his hands back up my legs, rubbing and massaging the muscles until he was back at my crotch, ignoring my wandering hand that had him hard now. When he reached my crotch, I whispered, "Touch it." "I..I.. I never did that before." "You're in prison now, fish. Do it." He reached up and carefully wrapped his fist around my huge throbbing nine inch shaft. I groaned with pleasure. "Now, stroke it, fish." He started slow strokes up and down and while he was doing that, I worked his hard cock out of the opening of his shorts and rubbing my finger and thumb across his head that was already leaking precum. This boy was a faggot just waiting to happen. As his stroking tempo increased, I let my hand wander over his smooth back and down to his jockey covered ass and then on to his thigh. He was so smooth and so hot. And the boy knew how to stroke a dick. "Yeah, man," I quietly groaned. "That feels so damned good. It's been so long." Encouraged by my words, his stroking became faster and more intense. "Hold it up and squeeze it, fish," I instructed quietly. He held up my nine inch shaft and squeezed it until the big mushroomed head oozed a pearl of hot man precum. I let my hand wander up his back to the back of his neck. With my hand on the back of his sandy covered head, I pushed him towards my waiting, aching cock. "Suck it, punk," I whispered. "Suck it." He was hot and didn't need anymore persuasion. He bent his head low and I felt his sizzling hot tongue swipe tentatively across the head of my throbbing dick. It ballooned up demanding more. "Wrap your lips around it," I whispered. Obediently, he opened his mouth and wrapped those sweet lips around the mushroomed head of my swollen cock. I reached down between his legs and found a still hard cock and began stroking it with long deliberate strokes. This guy was hot and horny and then I realized that he probably sat three months in the county and hadn't had access to any of his pussy in all that time. He was hot and leaking precum like crazy as he licked and sucked my cock. He was really enjoying it and was beginning to really get into it. It wasn't long before he started taking more of my manhood into his hot, wet mouth and I let my hips gently push up to meet his lips going deeper into his mouth. I felt I was going to cum soon so I pulled his head off of my hot cock and said, "Slow down, baby boy, slow down. I want this to last for awhile." He knelt beside me breathing heavily as I continued to stroke his hard 7 inch cock. I slid my thumb under his waist band and pulled his shorts down around his hips, leaving him half naked with his hard dick sticking out above his shorts. I then put my hand to the back of his neck and gently led him down to meet my face. I was going to kiss this pretty man. And he was going to like it. I could feel a little resistance as his face got closer and closer to mine. But I applied more pressure and he soon gave into his deeper wants and our lips met. Tenderly. I kissed him lightly on those hot sweet lips. He didn't back away. Still holding the back of his neck, my probing tongue parted his lips and invaded his hot mouth. At first, surprise registered, then complete acceptance and he allowed me to kiss him deeply and, it wasn't long before his tongue was also exploring my mouth in a passionate kiss. He was so hot and sweet and I kept jerking his hard cock as we kissed while my rigid manhood throbbed crazily on my hard abs, leaving a trail of precum. As we got more and more involved in our kiss of lust, I let my hand wander down to his sweet little ass and begin to caress the firm flesh just below his shorts. He moaned in my mouth and before either one of us shot a load, I pulled back and said, "Damn, baby boy. You're a hot one. But I'm not ready for this to end yet. I still have other things we gotta be doin'. "Yes sir," he breathed as his cock throbbed in my fist. But suddenly, he begin moaning loudly. I jumped up and straddled him quickly and threw him on the floor on his back. He was taken by surprise but didn't fight it as my mouth found his cock and begin to suck him in earnest. I wanted this boy's sweet man juice in my mouth and I sucked him viscously as he begin bucking his slim hips into my greedy mouth. As he started to fuck my face, I reached my hands under his firm rump and parted his sweet cheeks and begin to rub my finger in his tight virgin hole. He moaned loudly and, before I could make any more headway, he shot his sweet load in my mouth. I sucked him dry as my finger inched it's way into his tight virgin hole. As I straddled my new celly with his hard dick in my mouth, my cock dribbled it's precum between his spread out legs. My hard cock was primed and ready for a good fucking. To Be Continued....

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Date: Wed, 21 Feb 2001 06:41:29 -0000 From: BUDDY A. Subject: Trash Day TRASH DAY It all started after I moved from the city about 3 months ago into a small rent house at the end of a country road. I did have one luxury, twice weekly trash pickup, provided by a independent company. Trash days were Tuesday and Friday and my house was one of the last stops they made, usually between 5:30 and 6 o'clock. This rural company still came up to the house and got the trash from a designated area. Mine was near the back of the house, beside the deck. I was usually at home when they came to pick up the trash and had noticed it was always either a young dirty blond kid or a older man with black hair. The best word I can think of to describe him was "scrappy". By the time he got to my house there wasn't a dry thread on him. He wasn't a very big guy, maybe 5'7" and 140lbs. I kept on trying to figure out what he had in his pants, and I knew he had seen me watching him. It all went down one Friday night. I was home waiting on the deck when he got there. This time, before he picked up the garbage bags, he rubbed on his dick. I responded with a smile, and that is when he said that he knew what I wanted and he had some fantasies too. He told me he would come back when he got off but he wanted me to let him treat me like shit. He also told me if I was looking for a guy with a big dick, it wasn't him. I agreed and he grabbed my trash and said he would be back in about 30 minutes. I had walked to the front of the house when he pulled in the driveway in a old Chevy pickup with plenty of dents and a bed full of beer cans. Before he got out of the truck, he took a bottle of whiskey and took a big slug. Bringing the bottle with him we walked toward the back of the house. Then he said "you like dick?" "Get down there and get you some of it". "Knag on those mother fucking dirty jeans and make it get hard". With that, he took another drink of whiskey, then spit something on the ground beside him. I worked hard chewing and sucking on his jeans and found a hard dick, I reached out and unsnapped his jeans to let it out. What I found was about 5" of uncut dick not much bigger around than a quarter, but hard as steel. When I took it in my mouth and started to suck, this dude got real excited. He grabbed me by the back of the head , slowly fucked my mouth and moaned. "Oh, shit, I forgot how good it feels!" I must have sucked on him another 10 minutes with his total enjoyment. Without warning, he pulled out and said "remember, I get to treat you like shit"! I agreed and asked him what he wanted me to do. He told me to take off all of my clothes and lay down on top of them on the ground. I did, and there he stood above me. He was holding his dick in his hands and I didn't know what to expect next. I sure did not expect what I got. A big lot of tobacco spit hit me in the face. I tried to wipe it off but he told me NO! He would wash it off for me. With that I got hit in the face with a hot stream of piss. He did wipe the tobacco spit off alright, but filled my nose and eyes with piss. Then he told me to open my mouth and he filled it too. He made sure I was wet from head to my dick before he quit. Next he told me to stand up because now I smelled as bad as he did. I got up and he told me to undress him using only my mouth and my teeth. I started with his shirt. It took a while but I finally got it off. Then he told me to take his lace up boots off. They were gross. He had been walking in the dump ground in them. The shoelaces I think had mud on them (he told me it was dog shit) and by the time I got them untied, most of it was on my face. Next he let me work on his jeans. With the fly unbuttoned, that was not too bad, just pulling them down over his legs with my teeth. Then came the underwear. White Jockey briefs, (mostly yellow now). I did O.K. until I got to the back. He had a wedgie up his crack (and tried to hold it there). I worked a while and finally got them down (in between farts). Last was his socks. I think they used to be white, but now they were full of holes and mostly black. That's when he told me I had just become a "Dog". He wanted me to grab them by the toes and pull them off (which I did). Then he told me he wanted a "bath" from toe to head. with my tongue. I had never done anything like this before. I started with his feet and toes, licking between each one, gross! Then I moved up his legs and got to his dick and balls. Then he turned around for me to clean his ass hole. That definitely was not clean and he required several minutes of licking (between his farts). From there I went to the belly button and nipples (which we both enjoyed)! Then to the neck, ears and face. I though the worst was over until he told me to suck on his nose and he blew out some snot. What else could be worse! Then he told me I had not cleaned out his mouth. Oh Fuck! I had forgotten the tobacco!. He said he was through with it and spit it into my mouth, which I quickly spit out (nasty)! After his "bath" he told me he felt better and he sat down on the deck and took another drink of whiskey. He told me to "suck that fucking dick" and I went down. He told me I was still a dog and to stay on my all 4's. I sucked only about 5 more minutes. He was drunk and much rougher than before. He had my head in his had and he pushed it down on his dick and let out loads of cum. I had finally gotten my reward! He told me to stay where I was (on my all 4's) and after a couple of minutes he told me he wanted to wash his cum down. I started toward his dick as he unloaded another powerful stream of hot piss. I drank all I could and sat there as I was told. After a few minutes, he told me he had to go home and I got up. Then he surprised the hell out of me. He told me he was married and the blond headed kid was his step son. The big surprise was when he told me he wanted to come back and bring the kid because he would really like it. Then he told me, 2 things to remember! One, I am not his real Dad. Two, he does have a big dick, and he has been the dog for a while. I told him to be there the next Friday night. He told me they would be there about the same time and for me to be naked, on my all 4's, wearing a collar with a chain leash, tied to a tree. I am also to have a empty dog bowl. Thank they are going to bring me something to eat or drink? Writing this memory was a lot of fun. Hearing back form those that read it is more fun. E-mail me. icq4fun2@hotmail.com

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Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2001 17:05:18 +0800 From: B Subject: Torture Kids Gang Have you heard of gangs? They should be very common around school compounds right? Well this story of mine is about gangs, but this gang is different from normal gangs, who beat people up. Instead this gang i'm talking about is a gang that Fucks! Of course this whole story is fictional. =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+ Torture Kids Gang Have any of you joined a gang? I never liked gangs, but there was one gang that i came about and loved it. Let me introduce, my name is Ryan and my gang members, oneo member is Tim. My gang is a gay gang and only have so far recruited one member, Tim! You may think it is pathetic, but you're wrong, it is the most fun gang you ever knew. You'll know what mean later. Tim and I always hang out together, we were the best of friends and the best of fuckers. We both founded this gang, it was made when we found out that each of us were gays and that we loved fucking. Not only but we loved to fanticied over the other handsome guys in our school. We had always hoped to have One Night Stands with those good looking studs, and soon this wish came true. There were many guys we loved, let me give you a start to get the hang of this. There is this really cool kid in our class, Justin, he is the same age as us, duh., and had this really cool eyes. His body was very fit but not too musclular, anyway we didn't like muscle boys. At that time i and tim always dreamt of having sex with him, so with the formation of the Torture Gang, we took action. We followed him after school one day, and slowly observed his daily life. We found out that he was always home-alone in the afternoon. So we set the mission to be carried out at his house in the afternoon. The mission was launched, we followed him back without letting him notice. After Justin opened his door, then turned around and let the door close by itself, we knew it as we had observed him, we took this chance ran forward and stopped it from closing. We waited for a while then entered his house. The difficult part was over and done with. By that time he was in the showers, what happened inside was not planned as we did not have superman eyes. (Joke, pls laugh) We put on our mask and kid in his room. "Click" the bathroom door opened, we both got ready. Then the bedroom door opened, a totally naked Justin stood out at the door. So this was how he is at home, alone. I and Tim straight got boners, but wasted no time took the cloth we prepared and tie it round Justin's mouth. We pushed him down to the bed and gribbed tight to his legs and hands. We took the ropes and tied his hands to the bed corners. Thus he was not able to run away and scream. We both gave a evil laugh, of course we tried not to let him see us and reconise our voice. Tim was first to move, he reached his hand to touch Justin's soft dick and felt his balls that were covered by a little pubic hair. I went over to his body and touched and squeezed his nipples. We both stripped down to nothing, while Justin gets a 6" hard-on. Played with the boy of our dreams, with much statisfaction. We sucked his dick, played his balls, played his nipples, fondelled his body and fucked him. During the fuck i sat on Justin's chest, putting my ass on his face. Feeling his breathing on my ass crack made me horny. Tim pulled his legs all the way back to me, while i held the legs in my hand. Making a freeway for the penetration. Rubbing my dick and Justin's dick, Tim got ready to penetrate Justin. Tim lub his dick and lub Justin's asshole with his finger. During this, Justin moved a lot and moaned. Then Tim fucked his whole 6" cut dick into Justin's hole. Justin screamed and tears drooled out of his eyes. Tim moaned extremely loud, pushing in and out, causing a lot of jerking on the bed. Tim told me Justin's ass was tight and good. I couldn't wait any longer and took over Tim's place. There was another penetration for Justin, Justin had wet the whole bed with his tears. Soon i was about to cum, i quickly took my dick out and shot my cum onto Justin's body. On Justin's body were Tim's cum already, Tim had jerked his cum off before me. Only Justin had not cum, because he has been suffering more that enjoying. So we had to make him horny enough, Tim guessed that Justin had never gave a blowjob to anyone before so he took the cloth off his mouth. And quickly stuffed his dick into Justin's mouth. I was kind of jealous so i stuck my in too. Justin's mouth was forced opened with two dicks. Tim was right Justin did become horny and hard. We took this chance and went to rub his dick. We took turns, for every 5 strokes we changed. We used the cum on Justin's body as lub, soon Justin cummed his load and moaned with pleasure. Hoping Justin did have his moment of enjoyment. Then we carried him into the toilet and washed him up then threw him on the bed and set off happily. After Justin that mission, we had another mission about two weeks after. This time it was different from all missions, of fucking boys in the school. We had fucked boys from our age to boys of age who are 3 years older than us. And they are all very good looking guys different classes of our school. This mission was with a boy, who is from our school but not in any class. He was from the teacher's staffroom. This teacher was only 7years older that us, he was as good-looking as all the other boys and had the kind of body we like. HIs effect on us, which is make us get a boner, was what we needed. This mission we didn't use force, the teacher,Mr.Lim was actually voluntary. So this mission was the first mission that continued whenever we wanted. Let me explain, it all happened during recess. When we met this teacher in the boys toilet. I and Tim at the time was the first time we saw him, and got a boner straight away. We knew he was our next victim, also we wondered why didn't he use the teacher's toilet instead. Later we found out he was gay, after hearing some rumor in the school. Of course Mr Lim didn't know about there were such rumors about him. So Tim and I as responsible Torture Gang, we aimmed for the gay teacher. We waited in the toilets, during recess and after school one day. Then he came in after school, we hid in one of the cubical and spied on him. He looked kind of weird, both on the face and in his pants. After knowing the toilet was empty he locked the toilet 's main door and took off his pants and showed his super beautiful 7.5" cut dick. So he was about to masturbate, in the toilet, no wonder he locked the toilet door. He faced one of the urination bowl and started beating off his meat. His hands were all sweaty which made a good lub, he also had a lot of strenght, as his speed was fast. Tim and I couldn't bare it and daringly walked out to Mr Lim and grabbed him from the back. We pinned the shocked Mr. Lim down to the floor and hold him tight. MrLim: What do you boys want? Tim: We want you! MrLim: What? I: Looks like you don't get it, we want to play with you! Tim: Yeah (While he reached for MrLim's 7.5" cut dick) I stripped naked and stuck my cock into Mrlim's mouth. MrLim moaned as he sucked my dick as Tim stroked the long dick of his. Tim: Hey you should try out his meat, it is solid. I: Sure then you should try this cocksucker. And we both changed places. And got into our mission. After cumming the climax, MrLim told us to go to his house and play. We were alarmed and agreed. On the way there we talked a lot, and found out that MrLim was gay for sure. He like going to the boys toilet because he loved looking at the boys there. Tim and I told him about our relation too, but didn't tell him about the Gang thing. It was not long to reach MrLim's house, when we reached there. He brought us into his master bedroom, and started stripping. So did we. Then he took out many items, vibrator, didlo, a funny tube thing which sucks the dick with air. MrLim had a large viariety of toys, and we got into our toy sex.

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Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2002 07:39:51 EDT From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: My Brother the Geek by Justin Davis (T/t,incest,oral,anal) The following short story is fiction and contains scenes of a sexual nature between an older brother, his younger brother, and a friend. If such content offends you, please do not read the story. Nothing in this story is intended to endorse sexual activity between siblings. The author claims all copyrights to this story. Comments of a positive nature, as well as constructive criticism is appreciated. You may send either to Justin0398@aol.com My Brother the Geek By Justin Davis Here I am, my ankles almost touching my ears, while my geek little brother Phil plows my ass. Worse than that, his best friend Jared is standing beside the bed stroking his cock and moving over to get sucked. How I got into this mess is quite a story. First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Brandon, Brandon Connally. I am a senior at Clearmont High School and I am captain of our swim team. I am five feet ten inches tall; I have sandy brown hair, a twenty-six inch waist, have a nice six pack, and weigh one hundred and fifty pounds. And oh yeah! My cock is uncut and is about four inches long soft and seven inches hard. My brother Phil? Well, Phil (Phillip) is fifteen, and is a freshman at Clearmont High School where he is president of the Computer Club. Physically the two of us don't look much alike. Although Phil has the same color hair I do, you wouldn't know it because he keeps it buzzed. Phil is also a few inches shorter than me, has a very soft but flat stomach, and weighs one hundred and twenty pounds. Yeah that's right! He is as thin as a telephone pole. If you add to that his thick glasses and his light skin, well the two of us are quite a contrast. Basically, Phil is a "nerd" or a "geek," which ever you prefer. As for me, I call him a geek when I am mad at him and Phil when I am not. Oh yeah, I forgot the other thing. Phil does excel physically in one area. He is hung like a moose. As I said, how I got into this mess is quite a story. I guess when I think back it all began six months ago. Funny, it seems longer than that for some reason. I remember it was Saturday night and I had just gotten home from a swim meet. Mom and Dad had gone to see a movie and I could tell Phil hadn't gone with them because the front door of the house was unlocked. Once I entered the front door and closed it behind me, I tossed my swim bag over on the couch and went to the kitchen to raid the fridge. I was starved! I didn't really notice Phil enter the kitchen because I had my head in the fridge pulling out some sandwich meat and stuff to eat. But, when I turned around to lay the packages on the counter he was standing there looking at me. "Hey geek! What's up?" I said, then smiled. "I wish you wouldn't call me that!" He responded with an air of disgust. "Hey! That's what you are a geek!" I shot back at him. "Fuck you!" He shot back, as his eyes began to tear up. "You are such a mean asshole!" He added, and then turned and walked out of the kitchen. "Hey Phil! Come on man I was just teasing!" I hollered after him. "Fuck you!" Came the reply from down the hall, and then I heard the door to his room slam shut. "Oh well!" I said shrugging my shoulders, and continued fixing my sandwich. After I had finished eating, I retrieved my swim bag out of the living room and headed to my room to strip and take a shower. Phil and I share a common bathroom, although he is so modest as to be weird. Not me though. Being on the swim team and around guys shucking suits off and showering and all, well, there isn't much room for modesty. So, I didn't think much about the door to Phil's room being open when I entered the bathroom naked to take a shower. "I am gonna take a shower now!" I said, standing naked in the doorway. Phil turned his face away from his computer monitor and looked at me. "Jeez! Have you always gotta be running around here naked?" He said, rolling his eyes. "What's the matter? Jealous!" I replied, grabbing hold of my limp cock and shaking it at him. "Not hardly!" Phil replied, and turned his attention back to the computer screen. I laughed heartily and closed the door to Phil's bedroom, walked over to the shower, and then turned the water on. The hot water of the shower felt good on my body and I enjoyed it awhile before I started lathering myself with the soap. As usual, when I got around to cleaning my cock, I started to pop a hard. "What the hell!" I thought, as I placed the bath rag on the soap dish, and began to work the lather over the head of my cock with my hand. It wasn't long, before the gooey feelings began to course through my body. "Mmmmm!" I moaned softly, not wanting Phil to hear me from his room. As usual, I began to visualize my favorite jerk off image in my mind. Jeremy Fong, the good-looking oriental on my swim team. I had seen him naked lots of times, and his brown skin, ripped abs, and nice cock, were a turn on. Of course, that was my deep dark secret. I liked guys, and Jeremy had been my jerk off image of choice for some time. I started stroking my cock faster and faster, wondering what it would be like to suck on Jeremy's quarter-sized, dark brown, nipples. Then, as I thought about sucking his cock, something I hadn't even done with anyone yet, that was all I needed to get me off. I half-collapsed and spurted three or four ropes of cum all over the tile walls of the shower where they were diluted by the spray and ran down into the drain. Sexually relieved for the moment, I finished showering, dried myself off, closed the bathroom door behind me, walked over to my chest of drawers, got out a pair of my boxer shorts and then put them on. "I wonder if I have any e-mail!" I thought, as I glanced over at the computer on my desk. I walked over to computer and pushed the on button and the screen came to life in a matter of seconds. Then, clicking on the AOL icon, I selected my screen name, entered my password, and hit the enter key. The AOL homepage image finished loading fairly quickly, and as I looked in the top left corner of the screen, I noticed that the little red flag was up on the mailbox about the same time as the familiar voice announced "you've got mail." Once I had clicked the mailbox, I scrolled through the dozen or so e-mails that were there. "Jeez more junk!" I thought as I deleted one e-mail after another. That is until I got to the last one. It was an e-mail from Phil. I recognized his screen name as the sender. "Now that is odd!" I thought, and maneuvered the mouse and clicked it to open the e-mail. My eyes widened as I read the note. Dear Dickhead: You should be nicer to me you know. In fact, you had best start being very nice!! Your brother, The Geek I was astounded! First of all, by the fact that the Phil had enough guts to call me a dickhead. Finally, that he even knew this particular screen name was mine. Quickly, I printed out a copy of the e-mail, hurriedly went through the bathroom and threw open the door to Phil's room. "What the fuck is this supposed to mean?" I yelled at him, waving the paper copy of his e-mail in my hand. "Oh! I see you got my note!" He replied calmly, looking up from his monitor. "What the hell do you mean I should start being very nice?" I asked. "You just better that's all!" He replied, looking straight at me. "And if I don't?" I asked. "You'll be sorry!" Phil responded. "Oh me! I am so scared! The Geek is gonna whip my ass!" I replied, sarcastically. "Now you know I can't do that! Not to a big, tough, jock like you!" He shot back with equal sarcasm. "Why you little shit!" I hollered and proceeded to head around the end of his bed to whip his ass. "I wouldn't do that I were you!" He said, holding up a CD jewel case in his hand. I stopped just short of grabbing him because I was taken back a bit by the tone of his voice. "Here!" He said, chucking the jewel case on the bed. "What's that?" I asked. "Check it out! And don't worry! I have lots of copies!" He replied. Instantly curious, I forgot about whipping my little brother's ass for the moment and picked the CD up off the bed and headed for my bedroom, closing the door behind me. Once I got to my computer I inserted the CD and clicked on the Explorer icon to see what was on the disk. Immediately, I recognized the disk contained picture files. I clicked on the first one. I had seen it before. I clicked on the second one. I had seen that one before too. Then, as I continued, I realized that every picture I opened I had seen. Reality hit me! "Oh my God!" I said aloud. Quite probably the CD contained thousands of picture files; each and every one of which were pictures of naked guys. All of them were pictures that I had looked at on the Internet at one time or another. Not only that, but they were pictures that I had downloaded, jerked off to, then deleted from the computer. In a much calmer manner, I got up from the computer, walked back to Phil's room, and opened the door. "I figured you would be back soon!" He said, still typing away at his keyboard. "Phil! Where did you get those?" I asked. "From your computer!" He replied, still typing away. "No way!" I responded. "Yes way!" He replied, and kept typing. "Any idiot knows, especially a smart jock like you, that just because you delete something doesn't mean it's actually gone from the hard drive!" He added, as he kept typing. "You do know that don't you?" He added, then stopped typing, looked over at me and smiled. I just stood there with my mouth open for a bit then spoke. "Phil! I-Uh!" I stammered, trying to figure out what to say. "I didn't think you did!" Phil said, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. "Uh, well what-I mean" "What am I going to do with them? He said, finishing my sentence. "Well, it depends!" He said. "Depends on what?" I asked. "On how nice you are to Jared and me!" He replied. "Jared! How the hell does that geeky asshole Jared get into this?" I exclaimed, wondering what the hell Jared could possibly have to do with anything. "I don't appreciate you talking about my boyfriend like that!" Phil said sternly. "Your boyfriend!" I exclaimed. "Jeez! Are you so totally unaware of anything that goes on with me that you hadn't thought Jared and I might have a thing for each other?" Phil said, and went back to typing. "I, I don't know what to say!" I replied. "How about welcome to the club!" Phil said, as the continued to type. "Huh?" I replied. Phil stopped typing, and then looked at me with an air of total disgust. "Oh come now! Really! You don't think I don't know you like guys!" He eventually said. I could feel my face getting white hot and I knew I was blushing. "Honest! I----" "Bullshit!" Phil interrupted. "So? You gonna be nice to me or not!" Phil asked. I thought about all my options. There weren't any. I couldn't take a chance of having anyone see what was on the CD. Three people already knew. The prospect that many others might see and hear about what I liked sexually was just too scary for me to imagine. "Yeah! I will be nice to you!" I said. "And to Jared too?" Phil asked. "Yeah, to Jared too!" I replied, half-heartedly. "Kewl!" You can start now then!" Phil said, and smiled. "Huh?" I replied. "I am horny and could use a good blow job!" He said, then grinned. "What!" I exclaimed. "I want you to give me a blow job!" He emphasized. "Fuck you! I am not giving you a blow job!" I shot back. "Okay! If that is the way you want it!" He replied. "I just wonder what poor old Dad and Mom are gonna think about their favorite jock stud son when they fine out he collects pictures of naked guys fucking and sucking!" Phil said in an ominous tone. There it was. Out on the table. My heart sank at the words. "Please! You can't! Dad and Mom would be so hurt!" I begged. "Your choice big brother!" Phil replied unmoved. "Phil! Hey man! I will do other stuff for you! I promise!" I pleaded. "Nope! I want a blow job!" Phil insisted. "Phil please! I haven't ever done that. I haven't even done anything with another guy!" I implored. Phil stopped his typing, and again looked at me and smiled. "Nothing like starting with a close family member!" He then replied. "Besides, I will tell you what to do!" He said. "Jared and I do it, and other things, all the time!" Phil added. The thought of what I was about to do both repulsed and excited me at the same time. In a way, Phil was right. If you are going to suck your first cock, it might as well be someone you know. But, your brother's? "Okay!" I said, resigned to my fate. "Kewl!" Phil said, standing up from his chair at the computer and cutting off the monitor. "I like it best on the bed! I'll be ready in just a sec!" He added. I watched as my little brother shucked off his tee shirt and noticed how much his chest and stomach looked like some flat- chested little girl's. Then, when he shucked off his boxers I couldn't contain my surprise. "Damn!" I said, responding to what I saw. Phil's cock had to be at least six inches in its flaccid state. Beneath it, hung a set of balls that were equally impressive. If anything was missing, it was a large pubic bush. Although Phil had a patch of dark brown hair, like mine, he didn't have very much yet. Phil looked down at his cock and then back up at me. "Yeah, you got the looks I got the cock!" He said, and laughed. "No shit!" I responded, still amazed. Phil plopped himself on the bed on his back, put his hands behind his head, and then spread his legs. "Okay! I am ready! Go to it!" He said. Slowly, I moved over toward the bed and sat down upon the edge. Then I leaned over and took Phil's cock in my hand, bent my head down, and stopped when the head was about an inch or so from my mouth. "You can start by just licking it!" Phil instructed. I stuck out my tongue a licked at the head cautiously. "Mmm! Doesn't taste too bad!" I thought. "Oh yeah!" Phil said, and wiggled his body a little in response to my tongue. I licked a little harder and around the head. "Uh! Shit yeah!" Phil exclaimed. Phil's cock immediately responded to the stimulation and began to inflate like some giant hot air balloon. In less than a minute or so, I was licking the head of my little brother's penis that was bigger than most grown men had. It was damn sure bigger than mine was. "Oh man! That feels so good! Put your mouth on it now!" Phil said. I encircled the head of his cock, just barely being able to open my mouth wide enough, it being my first time, and closed my mouth around the head and continued flick the head with my tongue. "Oh shit yeah!" Phil exclaimed. "More! Take more of it!" Phil implored. In response, I took more of his cock into my mouth. "Oh fuck! Watch the teeth!" He cried out. Somehow, I don't know how, I got the hang of it and soon had about as much cock in my mouth as I could get without it hitting the back of my throat and gagging me. "Oh damn! Oh fuck!" Phil exclaimed as I really began to work on his tool. "Quick! I wanna do you at the same time!" He exclaimed. "Huh?" I said, after pulling my mouth off his cock. "Hurry! I wanna do you at the same time!" He repeated. I had seen enough pictures to know how that was done, so with my free hand, I stripped off my boxers, and swung my hips around so that my crotch and my now hard dick were in Phil's face. "Oh fuck! Damn!" I cried out, as Phil's mouth closed around the head of my prick. I went back to sucking, and soon the two of us were pumping our mouths on each other's cocks like crazy. Suddenly, I began to feel a rather sweet taste in my mouth and realized Phil was beginning to ooze pre-cum like crazy. "I am so close!" Phil said, with an air of desperation, having pulled his mouth off my cock. "MMmm!" I said shaking my head yes, with his cock in my mouth, trying to signal that I was close also and to keep going. Phil went back to work and it couldn't have been more than a minute until I felt the tingles and the cum in my nuts begin to boil. "Mm! Mm! Mm! Phil exclaimed, with his mouth full of my cock. Immediately, I felt the five or so inches of his cock in my mouth grow harder than seemed possible. "MMMMMMMMM!" Phil exclaimed, and hunched his hips forward, driving his cock so far into my mouth that some of it went down my throat. I didn't have time to gag or think about whether I wanted to eat his cum or not. I just held on, while essence of little brother squirted down my throat. Then, I felt Phil's nose on my pubes, realized he had my entire cock down his throat, and immediately blew essence of big brother clear to his stomach. Afterward, when we had lain on the bed awhile catching our breath, I spoke. "Wow!" Was all I said still basking in the afterglow. Phil laughed in response. "You're not a bad cock sucker for a newbie!" Phil stated. "Thanks!" I replied. "Do I get all the CD's now?" I asked. "Oh no! You have lots more being nice to me to do before that happens!" Phil replied. "Oh God!" I moaned, and lay there, wondering what lay down the road while Phil laughed. Honestly, after a month or so, it all became a game. Phil knew full well that I was just using his blackmailing me as an excuse in order to pretend I had no choice but to do what he told me to do. Of course, I knew equally well that he would have turned over all the CD's by then if I had really insisted. And so, as I lie here on Phil's bed, ankles almost to my ears, getting my ass poled again by my big dicked little brother, and sucking his friend Jared at the same time, I am actually having the time of my life. As a matter of fact, Phil and Jared both insist it might be two or three years before I have to stop being nice to them. The End

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Date: Thu, 08 Mar 2001 07:33:49 -0000 From: BUDDY A. Subject: Trash Day - Chapter 2 The next Friday was cold and wet. I got caught at work and it was later than usual when I got home. I went to see if my trash had been picked up and it was still there. About the time I walked back into the house I heard the trash truck drive up. I walked back out on the deck just as the blonde headed kid got there. He looked at me and said "Better get ready, we'll be back in just a little while!" I told him not to worry, I'd be ready. I got a beer and sat down for a few minutes, thinking about being naked on the cold wet ground, and I wasn't near as turned on as I had been the week before. On the other hand, there was something about this that turned me on. I drank my beer and went to get ready. I had bought astudded collar and leash at a leather store just for this occasion. I had also bought a metal dog bowl as requested. It was getting time so I undressed, put on my collar and leash, took my bowl and got down under the tree on my all 4's. There was still a light rain falling and it was in the 50's. I was one cold puppy. It wasn't long till I heard them drive up. They got out of their truck talking and laughing loud. I was a little surprised to see how drunk the older man was. He and the kid were passing a whiskey bottle back and forth as they walked up on me. The kid laughed and said "Looks like it's going to finally be my day". The older guy told me his name was Buck and the kid's name was Tim. He then told me to start working on their dicks with my mouth through their dirty jeans, like I had done before. I worked on one and then the other and they both were getting hard when I was sucking on Tim and he turned loose with a stream of piss in his jeans. He told me to drink the piss through the jeans and I was glad to try to accommodate. My face was now wet with piss but at least it was warm. I had just gotten started but there was one thing different this time. One of them smelled really bad and I wasn't for sure which one it was or even what it was. Buck must have caught me trying to figure out the smell because he took another drink of whiskey and pulled his dick out and took aim at my face. With his hot stream of piss he told me not to make fun of the way they smelled because now I did not smell good either. He told me that to make their visit more memorable for me, both of them had worn the same shirt and jeans all week. Without discussion, Tim pulls his dick out of his pants, spits on his hand, rubs his dick and tells me he is going to fuck a man's ass for the first time. I told him to wait a minute, I had rubbers and lube in the house. He told me I was going to get it the same way Buck did it to him. I was very scared because I had been fucked a very few times and then with a small dick, a rubber and a lot of lube. This kid had about 8", thick, mushroom head and about a 30 degree curve up.He was huge to me, and no rubber or lube, I didn't think there was any way I could take him. Before he got it in me, I was screaming loud enough I thought maybe the neighbors could hear 3 miles away, but no such luck. By the time he got it in and driven to the hilt, I was face down in the mud on my stomach. I was getting fucked like never before in my life, and it was starting to feel good. I learned that Tim lived in a small camper trailer parked behind his mother and Buck's house. It was just him and his best friend, a Pitt Bull named Max. Tim was hard to figure out. He had just turned 18, but had been getting fucked by his step dad for about 5 years, along with other sexual acts. On the other hand, until about 4 months ago, he had a girlfriend he had been fucking on a regular basis. She was several years younger than he was and they broke up after he found out she was pregnant. She had admitted that she was not only fucking him, but her dad and his poker buddies, her brother and his friends, and on nights she was still horny, she would go to the rest area on the Interstate and fuck anything with a dick.I heard allof this as my ass was getting pounded. All I could think of was what I had heard about was all of the guys this girl had fucked and then fucked Tim and now he was fucking me. He grabbed me by the hair and was grinding my face in the mud as I felt my ass fill up with his cum. As he pulls it out, Buck throws down the empty whiskey bottle and tellsTim to "Lets go in the house and see if we can find something else to drink". That was something I had never thought of. I may not sound like it but inside my house I am kind of a neat freak. We all went inside and I got them some beer, all I had. I was gong to take a shower and wash off the mud, but they had other ideas. We all wound up in my bedroom. I was able to pull the bedspread down on the floor before the two of them got on my clean designer sheets with their clothes and boots on. I still had mud on my front side from being dog fucked in the mud. Inside, the body odor was even stronger. As the two of them were laying on my bed, Buck told me to undress them with my mouth like I had done him last week, and when I got them undressed, they needed a tongue bath. The body odor was so strong I thought I would throw up and by now I knew is was Tim. What could I do? I first did Buck and it did not take me near as long this time. It was so nice to get to his little hard dick, all I wanted to do was suck him right then. Tim had other thoughts. He got me working on his clothes with my mouth when he started pissing again in his jeans, in my bed. I pulled it back out and started drinking all I could to save my mattress. Before he was finished he pulled my mouth off and pissed in my face again. Then he told me to get after his jeans some more and that part of the smell there was where he left them on the floor and the dog pissed on them too. I finally get Tim undressed in my bed. Damn, he stinks! With this, Buck declares "time out for a beer", so we all go to the kitchen for a beer (that turned into 3 each). I was so grossed out by Tim's body odor, but I kept going back to get near him for another smell. We were standing in the kitchen when I told them I wanted to give Tim his tongue bath right there. They both agreed, for one reason, they could drink another beer. Nothing about him smelled very good, he even farted as I licked his ass hole. It was the pitts that really smelled. The taste was pungent and strong. As I licked the sweat and body odor away, my own dick got hard as a rock. I can't explain it, but that smell was such a turn on. Sure, I smelled like their piss, but that was all. As we made our way back to my bedroom, this time without my complaints, I had my mouth ready to suck Bucks little dick again. I was having the best time sucking on it when Tim said he had another idea. He did go get some lube out of my bathroom and put on his dick, then he eased it up my ass and then stopped. He and Buck exchanged a smile and before I knew what was happening, my mouth and ass were both being filled with piss. My mouth could swallow, but my ass had to just hold it. They made me sit on my bed with piss oozing out of my crack while I sucked them both off. Once they both had filled my mouth with cum, they let me go to the bathroom and expel the piss in my ass. When I came out, they were getting dressed. I don't know what possessed me, but I gave Tim $50.00 and a pair of old sweats for his jeans and shirt. I don't know what might happen again, if anything. I used to love the excitement of the city, but I have sure had a lot more fun here in he-ha-hell! I do appreciate those of you that took the time to e-mail me your response. Thanks to you I wrote this episode and who knows, If you like it, I may tell you more. Let me hear from you at icq4fun2@hotmail.com

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Date: Wed, 4 Dec 2002 19:22:53 -0700 From: Richard Barber Subject: Sailor Slave Story written by Richard Barber Copyright Pending 02/2002 EyeMrich1@hotmail.com This fantasy story contains domination, anal penetration, golden shower activity (urination) and man-to-man sexual contact. All the characters are over the age of 18. If this type of story offenders you or you are under the legal age, then you should leave. ' Let's go roll some queers' Part 1 of 2 parts. Our ship had docked after being out to sea for several weeks. We were all happy for our 3-day pass. A man can get really horny being away from sexual partners for this length of time. Of course I was at that age where I was horny most of the time anyway. I would try to have some private time aboard the ship but it was hard to do. I like to jack off a few times each day or night. It seemed to release stress besides it felt so good. I noticed other men didn't seem to care if others knew they were whacking their puds but I guess I was a more private person. I have come upon mates masturbating together in the showers and the head, and heard rumors that a 'circle jerks' would take place in various areas of the ship. I had no objection to their activities because I knew it was just a natural sexual thing to do. I have made several good friends aboard the ship so when we had 'leave' we would go ashore together as a group to find some pussy. This time they said they were going to 'roll some queers' to get some money. They had even suggested to hustles their cocks and get a queer to blow them, get their rocks off and even get paid for it. I guess I was still naive about such matters but that sounded like a more logical thing to do. A queer but getting my rocks off and getting paid for it sounded like a good deal to me had never blown me. I didn't know how to manage this but thought I would follow my more experienced buddies to learn how this was done. "Mike, are you ready to get laid?" one of my buddies yelled at me as we headed down the gangplank to the dock. "Let's go roll some queers first." Another man suggested. There were 4 of us in our little "gang" that had become closer friends. We headed for the nearest bus stop for a trip to the active part of the city. We arrived after about a 15-minute ride and got off near the entertainment section. "Come on Mike, we will show you how to make some money from that big cock of yours." Jack said and he motioned me to follow him. I knew I was quite a bit larger than most of the men because when we were taking our showers together they would tease me. They would say they dared not drop the soap around me. They didn't want that monster up their ass. I just smiled with pride and shook it at them in jest. Some of the men would admiringly stare at my cock. I would sometimes have to turn away because I found myself getting aroused from the men watching me. I had to admit I had an unusually big cock and a nice set of balls and now tonight on my shore leave I was going to try to use it to make money. "Just set here at the bus stop and a fag would come by and ask if you wanted to take a ride. Then you will hop in the car. The fag will want to 'feel you up', and you will say, 'If you want my cock, you will have to pay for it.' He will drive you to a quiet spot and blow you. The usual price was about $20.00. He will drop you off here again and then you can go have a good time." Jack told me. Sounded kind of weird to me but I would give it a try. The other men spread out in different section of the area to get picked up. We were to gather back here in about an hour. I felt a little self-conscience setting there like a piece of meat. Good expression, I thought to myself. Well I guess that's what I was exposing, 'My piece of meat.' I wasn't sure if I could do this. Just the though of another man touching my cock was weird to me. I didn't want the other swabbies to think I was chicken so I reluctantly spread my legs to give the fags a better look at my crotch. I notice the same car pass me 2 times in the last few minutes. I looked at the driver and thought he was checking me out. What could I do to let him know I was ready for some action? I leaned back on the bench and spread my legs to show off my cock in my tailored whites. I guess it worked because on the 3rd time around the block he pulled up to me, stopped the car, rolled down the window, and spoke to me. "Hello. Would you like to go for a ride? He asks. "Sure." I said as I opened the car door and hopped in the front seat next to him. I looked back to see if my buddies saw me making contact but Tex was talking with some female on the sidewalk. He didn't see me get in the car. Perhaps this was a mistake. What am I? A male whore? Trying to sell my body just like that female whore? I couldn't back out now because we were pulling away from the curb. "They call me 'Butch" what is your name?" he said. I had to smile at the name. " Butch." Although he did look rather straight. "I am Mike and I'm looking for a good time." I said rather nervously. Might as well get this action going. I thought to myself. Butch looked at me with a rather surprised look and said, "O.K. that sounds cool. I have a place near by we can use. It's in an old deserted warehouse. No one's around. Is that o.k? With you?" He asks. I nodded agreeable as he drove down the street. We went into an older section of the city by the waterfront. We drove by several deserted buildings and warehouses until we stopped by a large dark building. We pulled up to some large warehouse doors. Butch got out opened the doors and we drove in. It was quiet and dark except for the car lights. He stopped the car and turned off the motor. I was getting nervous about this. What if this guy was a sysco of some sort and wanted to cut me up. Oh boy! How do I get out of this one? He opened his door and told me to stand by the car. He walked up to me slowly and placed his had on my crotch. I was too nervous to get hard but as he rubbed my crotch area my cock started to get hard. Maybe this dude was not so bad after all. He started to up-button my uniform slowly and reached inside my pants to find my hardening cock. I was beginning to relax now. I had never had a man touch my cock before. He gently pulled my cock out as I started to get hard. He quickly dropped to his knees and started to feel and examine my cock and balls. He placed his lips to he head of my uncircumcised cock head and stuck his tongue under my foreskin. It was an amazing good sensuous feeling. He seemed to enjoy the pre-cum slowly oozing from my cock. He was exploring my balls with his fingers and slid his mouth down to lick them. He was good at this and I was going to enjoy this even if it was a man sucking on me. I closed my eyes to fantasize that it was my girl sucking my cock instead. I was not aware of anything around me until suddenly someone rushed from the other side of the car and grabbed me. "What the fuck?" I yelled out. Butch pulled my pants down my legs causing me to lose my balance. Another man grabbed my other arm as I struggled trying to hit them and get away. "Let me go you faggots! I'll beat the crap out of you. Let me go." I shouted but by then they had me secure. They pulled my hands behind my back and placed handcuffs on me shoving me against the car. Another placed some tape to my mouth so I could not yell. I was mad and scared at the same time. What the hell was going on? "Calm down Mike. We are not going to hurt you. In fact we are going to give you lots of pleasure, but you must co-operate. Calm down, calm down." Mike assured me. "Now just follow us to our little game room. Our game room of pleasure." I was still struggling as I was forced to walk to the end of the warehouse where I was led up a small flight of stairs onto a small platform or stage. They pushed my body to face the wall and proceeded to tie my legs with leather straps forcing my spreading my legs apart. They took off one handcuff and put my arms in leather slings and secured my wrist. I could not get lose. I was under their control. I realized I was spread eagle and strapped to a cross. My shirt top and pants remained on even though my pants had fallen below my knees. My skivvies and T-shirt still remained and needless to say, my cock was not hard anymore. I was frightened. What is this sick game they were playing with my body? I tried to yell and curse back at my captors but to no avail. I felt someone approach then Butch spoke out to me in a quiet gentle voice. "Mike. Relax! We are not going to hurt you, believe me." Butch said as he walked behind me. He started touching my body with his hands and placed his hands on my shorts and pulled them down inspecting my ass rubbing my exposed buttocks. I was not enjoying this at all. Butch took a knife from his side and slowly cut my shorts away from my body. Then he said. "If you don't want me to mess up your whites you must relax while we take off your pants and top. Do you agree?" I shook my head yes. Butch motioned for his 2 escorts to remove my leg straps and remove off my shoes and the pants. My shorts had been cut in half and lay at my feet. They turned me around after releasing my wrist from the straps and pulled my jumper over my head. They tied me back up again only this time face out. I was now completely naked. "My, My. What have we here?" Butch said, as he looked me up and down. I saw him for the first time. He was dressed in full leather chaps and booths. He had removed his shirt exposing his well-developed chest and body. He was a very handsome man about 35. He had a dark trim beard and penetrating eyes. A spotlight glared in my eyes making it harder for me to see anything. I felt a presents of more people other than the 3 now on the platform with me. One of the men handed Butch a plastic bottle containing some sort of liquid or oil. Butch come over to me and started to rub the liquid on my shoulders arms, down my hips and down my legs. He took my cock and held it in one hand and my balls in the other while still oiling me down. It was very sensual and I started to get aroused. He took the tape off my mouth and said if I did not yell he would leave it off. I nodded yes. Here I was; all naked, strapped to a cross while a strange man was rubbing oil on almost every inch of my body. I was wondering what he had in store for me now that I was completely at his mercy. I began to relax thinking I might enjoy this after all. Butch stood in front of Mike admiring his handsome masculine body and big uncut cock. The oil treatment caused Mike's body to glisten emphasizing his rippling stomach muscle under the spotlights. He seemed pleased with his new captive. Butch's cock was hanging out of his chaps and was now becoming even more aroused. His cock was as big or even bigger than Mike's. Butch's escorts moved away and into the darkened room as he approached Mike and speaking softly into his ear he said to Mike. "I am going to give you more pleasure so relax and enjoy." He moved back and popped a leather strap across my body. I jumped but did not cry out. He hit me again but this time it wrapped around my body and hit my bare ass. Then again and again, each times a bit harder. I bit my lip as he whipped me but the sensation was beginning to somehow arouse me once again. My cock started to get harder. He was very carefully not to hit my cock or balls. I was grateful about that. The sting of the belt stopped. I took a deep breath and felt my body burning with pleasure. I looked up at Butch as he walked over to me and took my cock in one of his leather clad gloved hands. He started to move it back and forth making causing me to have a full erection. He gradually pulled my foreskin away from my uncircumcised cock and put his mouth over the head and started to suck me in long full throat action. I had never felt such a sensation. I wanted him to take me all the way and make me cum. He got me so hot I was about to have an orgasm. I was reaching the peak as my cock throbbed with pleasure almost ready to shoot my juices, then he stopped. I leaned forward trying to get him to suck me more. My hard cock throbbing in mid air. I pleaded. "Make me cum. Please". Butch got back in a standing position and looked into my eyes. "Repeat after me. Please make me cum SIR." I responded quickly. "Please make me cum, SIR. Please SIR!" He just stood there with a smirk on his face. I was so hot I knew I was going to cum with out him touching me. My body shook as my cock jumped and throbbed. I could not hold out. I desperately want to jack off my cock or have his warm mouth on me once again. I started to cum anyway. My cock released a gushing squirt of juices into the air. I moaned out as my balls released my built up sperm. I was cumming. Butch cupped his hands catching some of my cum as it shot into mid air while the remaining orgasm shot past his hands and onto his arms and chest. It was a wild sensation. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh my god, I'm cumming." I said but he just let it shoot. My body trembled and spasms of pleasure were released from me. I must have shoot off about 8 or 10 streams of cum until the last oozing cum dripped from the head of my cock and dripped down my shaft, over my balls and to my feet. I lowered my head and took another deep sigh of relief. I had popped my nuts and I felt so much better. Butch still remained close to me as most of my cum was dripping from his body and hands. He rubbed the cum from his sweaty body and placed it to my face. I tried to turn away but he forced it to my lips. I tasted my own cum and his salty body sweats. It wasn't as gross as I thought and I found myself licking my cum from his hands. Then the remainder of the cum he rubbed on my chest and stomach. I remained tied to the cross helpless but relaxed. I assumed he would release me now and let me go. Butch untied my wrist and legs and told me to set on a wooden stool that was placed in front of me. I was glad to get those straps off and to set. One of his partners brought out 2 long leather straps with a leather clamp and placed them around both ankles then locked them. I could only move a few feet away from the wall. I was tied up like an animal. I was given a bottle of water and left to rest. Butch come up to me and placed a leather mask over my head covered my eyes. I tried to pull it off but was warned that I would be tied up again if I resisted. I stood once again as the stool was removed from underneath me. "I have told you Mike, we will not hurt you but only give you pleasure. Now relax" He came behind me rubbing his hands on my ass again. His finger directed itself towards my ass hole. I tightened my butt cheeks but he slapped my butt and told me once again to relax. He dropped to his knees behind me and started kissing my ass as he ran his tongue up and down the crack of my ass licking the sweat from me. I felt his breathing on my ass hole and then his warm tongue penetrated me. It was a new sensation to me. I was beginning to relax as he started tongue fucking me. I could feel my cock starting to get hard again as I reached for my cock to stroke it. What sensation was I going to have next? I played with my semi-hard cock, as Butch was tongue fucking my virgin ass. I liked it. He pushed me forward and I rested one hand on my leg bending over to give him more access to my ass hole. He pulled away slightly then I could feel some other object entering my hole. It was not his finger but something larger. I started to reach back to feel what it was but Butch pulled my hand away. I knew it was not his cock but what was it? It felt good at first but Butch pulled it out and then put it back in again. This time I felt it go all the way into my ass hole. I flinched but felt my cock rise to the new sensation. I said to Butch. "What the hell is that?" Butch stood up and spoke in my ear. "I just placed a large Butt plug in your ass. It is there for a reason so relax and enjoy." It felt better now that I was getting use to it. I was aware of more people around me. They began rubbing my chest and messaging me. Some were now licking my chest and tonguing my hard nipples. Someone was sniffing under my armpits and licking away my body sweat. My feet, ankles and toes were being kissed and licked. Hands caressed my butt while others sucked, nibbled and chewed on my nipples. My whole body was being worshipped and loved. I kept jacking on my cock until someone started caressing and kissing it with their hands and mouth while licking and sucking the remaining of pre-cum from my last orgasm. They rotated their tongue under my foreskin while cleaning my cock head. I was in complete ecstasy. While my body was in complete submission to my body worshipers, I felt another warm body pushing against my cock. My cock worshiper had moved away from my piss slot and he was guiding my cock to a new sensation. I reached out to feel who or what it was. It was the crack of a firm body butt pressing against my cock. I held on to the body hips as my cock worshiper started to guide my cock into their warm ass hole. It was a strain for them to receive my 11-inch cock. I knew it was hurting them but I was so hot that I did not care. I knew I had to help if I was going to get it in this warm love canal. They sighed out with pain as the head of my cock started to enter. I kept moving in as they were trying to receive my 11-inch cock, then it popped all the way in. I felt the person trying to pull away from my penetrating hard cock but I held onto their hips until they relaxed and let out a slight moan of pleasure. The ass had received my shaft. I had never fucked an ass before. This felt better than any pussy I had ever fucked. It was warm and tight. The sensation was fantastic. My body trembled for a moment as I enjoyed this new and wonderful experience of body pleasure. I paused to let my penetrating cock get use to its new surroundings. I did not want to cum too quickly and I wanted to let my receiver get use to my love shaft. I let his ass hole relax then I started to move in and out of this warm ass. It was so tight and the grip was so pleasing to my cock. I began to fuck the ass while my nipples were being chewed upon. The body sweat from my hairy armpits was once again being savored while my cock worshiper was now underneath my balls licking away. The butt plug in my ass was making my prostate swell and I knew my body functions were about to release its spunk into the tight warm ass. I wanted to hold back my orgasm and continue to enjoy this new experience. I held on to his hips while my 11 inches of manhood filled every crevice of his ass. I scent the man was going into spasms of enjoyment as I hit his prostate. I wanted to give him a good fucking. I would pull my cock almost all the way out and then shove it all the way in. I knew his ass I was beginning to enjoy it too as we worked together in a final and beautiful animal orgasmic crescendo. I could not hold out much longer so I decided to empty my load. I pulled on his hips and shoved in deep and hard. My balls were now hitting his butt cheeks with loud popping sounds. My ball licker was going wild on my balls as the love juices were oozing from his ass were dripping from my cock and into his mouth. My armpits were dripping with sweat and my nipples were still being sucked on. I could only think of shooting my load into this tight warm pussy ass. I could feel the butt plug tighten in my ass as it hit my prostate. That did it. My cocks started to shoot load after load, and gush after gush of cum into the ass hole. I could feel the muscles of the ass tighten around my cock, as if to milk it down. Trying to suck in every drop of my love juices deep into the warmth of his receptive body. "Ah fuck, I' m cumming." I shouted out. This triggered the others. I knew the 2 on each side of me were jacking off as I could feel their cocks against me. I could hear their heavy breathing and their sudden tonguing of my nipples. I could still feel the ball licker underneath my balls licking and sucking on my nuts and drinking in the juices of the ass. I shot my load as I yelled out again. I could feel cum shooting from the 2 next to me. Cum was running down the back of the penetrated ass down to the butt crack mingling with my cum now oozing out of the ass hole. My nuts were being licked as the cum came out of the ass hole and down into his mouth. To really set things off ass I was cumming Butch pulled the butt plug out of my ass causing me to gasp with delight. I thought I would pass out with pleasure. I stood there with sweat running down my face from under the mask. Several of the body worshipers was now licking the sweat and cum from my body. I just relaxed and let them clean me with their tongues. I felt the ass pull away from my cock. My cock was dripping with cum but someone started licking all the cum from my cock and balls. Cleaning even the underneath side of my foreskin. Then when everyone seemed satisfied a warm moist towel was rubbing all over my body. Butch unsnapped my leather mask and pulled it off my head. I could feel the cool rush of air hit my face as Butch wiped my face and forehead and dried my hair with the towel. He looked at me with a grin on his face. "See, now that didn't hurt too much, did it?" End of part 1. If you like this story or have any comments please send e-mail to me at eyeMrich1@hotmail.com

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Date: Fri, 6 Dec 2002 13:26:52 -0700 From: Richard Barber Subject: Sailor Slave, Part 2 "SAILOR SLAVE" story written by Richard Barber Copyright Pending 02/2002 EyeMrich1@hotmail.com This fantasy story contains domination, anal penetration, golden shower activity (urination) and man to man sexual contact. All the characters are over the age of 18. If this type of story offenders you or you are under the legal age, then you should leave. "Thank you, SIR!" Part 2 I looked around to see that Butch was now the only one in sight. All of my body worshipers and the pussy ass were gone. As I began to focus my eyes I noticed a large leather barrel had been rolled onto the platform. I leaned on it catching my breath and relax. I was handed another bottle of water and a toke on the joint he was smoking. I took a deep toke and looked at Butch. "Thank you, SIR!" I said as he tilted his head looking at my semi-hard cock. "Now can I go?" I said. Butch snarled at me and said, "May I go now, SIR"? he repeated after me. "O.K. May I go now, SIR?" I snarled back. "NO!" he said and walked way from me. Two of the helpers undid my wall straps and crossed past me to the opposite side. This directed me to turn around towards the leather barrel. They pulled them tighter this time causing my legs to spread apart. I lost my balance and fell on the barrel with my ass facing the opposite direction. They came over to me with the wrist straps and attached them again pulling them to the attachments on the wall causing me to fall over the barrel with my ass in the air. "Oh no. I am not going to be fucked." I said out loud. "Let me loose, you cock suckers, let me loose." I shouted. "The butt plug was all right after I got use to it but no fucking cock is going into my virgin ass. No way!" I shouted as I was bending over the barrel. I struggled once again trying to release myself from my bondage. Butch came up behind me and slapped my butt hard with his hand. He took the strap he has used earlier and smacked me across my bare butt. I shouted out in pain. "You son of a bitch." I yelled at him. Without saying a word, he came up behind me once again. I was prepared for his belt strapping this time but instead he bent behind me and kissed my ass. He dropped to his knees and placed his tongue back into my ass hole. I had no choice but to let him have access to my ass. I began to relax until I felt another foreign object touching my ass hole again. It was another butt plug only this one felt much bigger. He put some lubrication on it then began to place it into my hole again. It hurt a bit as it stretched my hole yet it felt good. He slowly moved it in and twisted it around and around opening and relaxing the lining of my ass. I tried to relax and enjoy the sensation until he got it all the way in. I thought that once again I might cum. I felt part of the barrel moving and a large hole opened beneath my cock. Some one inside the barrel gently pulled my cock and balls into the open space. They fondled it then licked and sucked on my cock very lovingly. My feet were being braced with another leaning platform as soft foam padded leather pillows were being placed under my chest and body. I was being made comfortable but for what reason? I was enjoying my cock being sucked again through the hole and my ass was enjoying the entry of the plug. I was getting excited again as Butch walked up to my face and gave be another puff on his joint. I could not help but notice his magnificent cock as it hung a few inches from my face. It was so perfect. It had a large tulip shaped head buried under his lacy foreskin. It hung down a good 7 or 8 inches soft. His balls were covered with soft fuzz of dark hair. He wore a large silver cock ring at the base of his cock. I could scent the manly odor of his body sweat and leather. The head of his piss slit had formed a clear pearl of pre-cum. I took a deep whiff of him and realized my desire to touch him but was still tightly secured. I stretched my head toward his cock as he slowly moved toward my mouth. He placed the head of his cock on my lips. I stuck out my tongue to taste the pre-cum slowly oozing from his piss slot. It was my first taste of man juices except my own. It was a pleasant sweet taste with just a slight hint of his body sweat. He smelled of leather and of man. I stretched my head towards him and licked his sweet pre-cum cock. I opened my mouth wider hoping he would place it in my mouth. He moved closer as my tongue searched under his foreskin to taste even more cum. He slowly started to get hard. I was impressed and amazed at the size of his cock. Meanwhile my cock was being sucked on, in the hole, as I leaned against the barrel. As I got harder I was more aware of the large butt plug still up my ass. "You are a good slave boy. Now you are beginning to enjoy your self. I told you we were not going to hurt you. We only want to make you feel good. Now relax before I make love to your beautiful ass." Butch moved away from my now willing cock sucking mouth. He went behind me again and pulled the butt plug out slowly. I thought I would cum it felt so good. He once again licked my ass hole then wet his cock and placed the head of it to the entry of my ass. I felt his big cock sliding into me and it did not hurt like I thought it would. He was gentle as he moved into me. I could not move back to meet him but he shoved his cock all the way into me. My cock was still being sucked but I did not want to cum just yet. I wanted his cock in me. I desired his cock in me. It was fantastic. He started his moves as he held onto my ass cheeks. He was in a good position for fucking as he pounded away at my now willing ass. The grass that I was smoking enhanced the sexual activity. What ever we were smoking was tops. I really loved this man's cock up my ass. I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me hard. Butch pumped his cock into my ass with the precession of a piston on the ship. He fucked me long and hard for about 10 minutes. I could feel his body preparing for a fantastic orgasm. He was getting wilder as he got closer to his release and started to pump harder and more violently. He slapped my ass several times causing me to tighten up my ass hole and insides. He gasps and moaned and talked dirty to me as he pumped his hot manly sperm into me. I could feel my cock still being sucked and I was going to cum at the same time. I could not stop. I released my load into his mouth as he took my cock deep in this throat. I gasp just as Butch finished his pleasure using my ass. I could feel his gushes of cum shooting into me. It was great. Butch fell forwards over my body after he shot his load. I almost collapsed with pleasure. I still did not want him to pull his cock out of my ass. I wanted his load to stay with me but he pulled out causing some of his big load to run down my balls and the inter parts of my legs. My cocksucker friend in the barrel licked it as it came down my balls. It was pleasant. I almost fell asleep but felt someone licking my ass hole again and sucking the juices out of me. I like the feeling of being cleaned out but I did like Butch's cum in me. It was very relaxing as someone was eating my ass. I was so relaxed from my last orgasm and the good smoke that I was about to go to sleep. My ass-licking friend left me and another body was about to fuck my ass hole. I was hooked on something up my ass. I wanted to get fucked again. He entered me and started to fuck me. As I looked up again Butch was standing by my face again with his beautiful soft cock. He knelt down beside me and kissed me on my cheek then came down to my mouth and warmly kissed my lips while another cock was fucking my ass. "You all right?" He said as he looked concernedly at me. I nodded then he came back for another kiss. I had never kissed another man before but I found it nice. I was now taking strangers cock up my ass and I found it excited to be used like this. My cock was getting hard again. My cocksucker friend had left my cock hanging in the hole and another mouth had replaced him. This cocksucker was using a different method but it was good too. I didn't think I could cum right away but I still enjoyed the feeling of being sucked. There was nothing I could do anyway I was at their mercy. I was being used and I loved it. I felt my new ass fucker about to cum as he pumped away then released his load. He gasps a few times then pause for a short time then pulled out. He leaned over and kissed my used ass before he left. Once again I had someone's hot load in my ass. I was still kissing Butch and enjoying my cock being sucked. I felt another ass fucker touch my ass and then place his cock directly into me with one fast shove. His cock was somewhat bigger than the last one but it fit nicely too. I had learned how to control my insides and make myself tighter so they could enjoy fucking me better. He responded with a hit on my ass and moaned with delight. It wasn't long before he started to release his man juices into my hole. I realized now I was getting gang fucked. I found it very exciting as long as I was not hurt. I was now a man whore, and I loved it. I was hooked. I loved this man to man sex. If the buddies on the ship could see me now. I knew they would like some of my ass and perhaps my cock as well. I took another smoke of Butch's joint and continued to kiss him. He stood beside me and I sucked in his cock. He was semi-hard and I could taste some manly cum. I realized it was his remaining cum that still on his cock after he fucked my ass. I sucked away and found I was enjoying the cocksucker still sucking on my cock. I could feel my cock getting harder so my hole tightened up even more causing my ass fucker to shoot his load into my ass. He pumped a big load too and it ran out of my ass. As soon as he pulled out and someone started sucking the juices out of me again. He continued until he sucked out most all of the cum then he entered me with his cock. I think he was even larger than the last one but perhaps my ass hole was getting more sensitive. What ever it was I still liked it. He would pull it almost all the way out, and then plunge it into me. He lasted for sometime before he finally began to cum. He deposited another nice warm load of sperm into my ass hole then he slapped me on the butt. After he pulled out, he bent over and kissed my ass. My ass had never been so loved and appreciated before. My cock was feeling good again and I knew I might cum again for the 4th time. No one fucked me for about 5 minutes so I thought it was over, but then someone walked up behind me again and placed his hand on my hips and his finger to my hole. He slowly moved to me and then I felt a different sensation. His cock must have been very large. I heard a sound of several men gasp as he started to place the head of his cock into me. It was big but I knew I would have to take it. I tried to relax. It started in slowly and then he pulled out. Then he put it back and held his cock to my hole and got the head in my now stretched hole. It took some time but he got it in me and went all the way to the hilt. I jumped with some pain but it still felt good in me. I felt really filled with his huge cock. He let me relax then he started to move. I continued to suck on Butch's cock. It helped me to forget the pain that I first felt as that big cock entered me. Butch seemed to be in control so I didn't worry. My cock was being sucked with full stokes as my ass was being fucked by a huge cock. I could feel this man pound against me I knew he was big and tall as well as hung like a horse. I had to be at least 12 or 13 inches of cock. He placed his strong hands on my hips and started pumping my ass. He would slap my butt several time while fucking me. He fucked in a very professional way. He scents I wanted to satisfy his needs. I loved the feeling of his large hands on me and the sensation of his big balls popping against my balls. He was about to cum. He pumped into me like a stallion horse as Butch was pumping into my mouth and my cocksucker was sucking madly on me and was going to make me cum. Butch starting to cum in my mouth and my cock was starting to cum as my ass fucker pumped his huge load into me. I was drinking down my first load of cum and was enjoying every drop. It tasted good and I wanted it all. My cock started cumming as my ass was being filled with gushing loads of manly cum. I felt dizzy but happy. I don't recall what happened but I blacked out. When I woke up I had been taken from the barrel and placed on a leather-covered mattress on the floor. I was feeling all right but tired. I must have fallen asleep for about an hour. I thought I was alone but as I looked up into the light above me I saw 6 men standing over me. One at my head, one between my legs and 2 on each side of me. The light behind their heads made it difficult to make out their faces. They were dressed in leather and western gear. The all had their cocks out and was starting to jack themselves off. I tried to get off the mattress but was being held down by Butch. Then he spoke to me saying. "They are here to show their appreciation for the nights entertainment so lay back and enjoy a nice cum bath." Butch told me. I lay back mostly because I was tired but I knew I had no choice. I was their slave and I had to do their bidding. I lay there naked as I watch these good-looking hunks jacking off their cocks. None of them were under 7 or 8 inches. They looked down at me like I was a God ready to take their offering. I felt my cock twinge as I watched more carefully at each and every one. They started jacking off slowly at first then as the time went on they were getting more and more excited watching me and each other as they manipulate their cocks. I didn't realize there were so many different shaped and size cocks but I was fascinated and ready for their cum. I was getting hot as they looked down on me. I started to get hard and found myself jacking off right along with them. This really turned them on and as I got harder they started to cum. First one then the other. I love this cum bath. I found myself drinking their loads of squirting cum as they shot warm manly sperm all over my body. Cum was coming from their cock and landing all over my chest and face. I lapped hungerly at the man juices it as it fell on my face and body. I rubbed the fresh cum over my chest and stomach and then I too shoot another load. I opened my mouth hoping to catch some directly into my mouth. I was beginning to love the taste of man cum. One fell to his knees in the excitement while the others finished their loads all over me. They milked down their last drop of love offering to me. There was only a moment of silence as the men gasps in their final moment of pleasure. They placed their cocks back into their pants and walked away leaving me covered with 7 loads of cum including my own. I continued to lick off the remaining cum from my fingers as I fell asleep and rested in the sweet cum bath. I woke after a short nap as I was being picked up bodily, still naked, and sticky with cum. I was moved to a large area and placed on a small plastic covered mattress. In walked 6 more good-looking men dressed in military uniforms including a police and fireman. I wonder if they were going to shoot more cum on my cum covered body too. Their cocks remained concealed but one by one they took out their cock and aimed them at me. I suddenly realize what this scene was going to be when one man started to piss on me. I didn't know if I was ready for this so I ducked my head. They did not aim at my face but seemed to wash off my body with their warm piss. At one time I think all 6 of them were pissing on me at the same time covering me from head to toe. I sat quietly and began to enjoy the warmth of the piss. One police uniformed man aim his piss stream directly at my face. I closed my eyes as it splashed on my head and run down my face and into my mouth. I slowly open my mouth to taste beer-flavored urine. It was surprisingly sweet. I thought he had finish pissing until he grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock into my mouth and let out one more stream. He told me to swallow. I tried to struggle but I was just too worn out to fight back. I swallowed. He had marked his territory and he was happy. They all finished pissing then shook their cocks as thou I was a urinal and left. I sat there in their piss but for some reason it did not bother me, in fact I noticed I had a semi-hard on. Now I had almost experiences everything. The lights dimmed in the room and 2 men come over, lifted me up from the bed of piss, and took me into another room. I heard the water of a shower running. I gladly walked into the shower to refresh and clean myself off. It was great and very relaxing. I took a long quiet shower and put on a white bathrobe hanging on a hook and flopped down on the bed near by and crashed. When I woke up Butch was setting by my bed with his hand on my arm. "Good morning, my young man. How are you feeling today? I have some breakfast and coffee over on that table. We have cleaned and press your cloths and they will be here in a few minutes. You have slept for almost 10 hours." I could not believe I had been asleep for 10 hours but I guess I did have a good workout. I was surprised but I was not sore anywhere. Even my cock felt like it could go again. "I have been asleep for 10 hours?" I ask Butch. Was that all a dream or did it really happen?" "If it was real, are you ready to do it again?" Butch asks me. Then he laughed. "I have something I want to talk to you about. I know we caught you off guard and probably thought we were going to harm you but I see you came out of it all right. I hope you are not angry with me. I was thinking we could do some business together if you are interested. What do you say?" "What? I should be fucking mad at you. You scared the shit out of me several times. But like you said, you did not really harm me. What kind of business?" I ask. "Let me explain last night. I abducted you to put on a sex show. They all paid to watch our show and to watch you being used for pleasure. Now don't get upset but we had an audience of 40 men and they paid for the entertainment. I do this sometimes once a month but last evening was an exceptional good show. I try to plan it well so everyone has a good and I might add, safe time." I was stunned. To think I was on display for 40 people and I was humiliated and used in this matter. But...what did he have to offer me. " What did you have in mind?" I ask. "All right here it is. We had 40 men that paid $100.00 to watch the show. That's $4,000 plus you shot a big load for your solo number, that $100.00 extra. 5 men at $100.00 each fucked you and an extra $50.00 for that big one that made you passes out. There were 6 men that paid an extra $10.00 to cum on you; six men paid $15.00 to piss on you, that's another $140.00. My expenses for rental were $250.00. So that makes a profit of $4,800. Half of that goes to you, so you made $2,400 for one night entertainment. How does that sound?" "I don't know what to say. I am shocked. But I could use the money, besides I have to admit, it was fun. My dick isn't even sore and I think my ass might me numb for a few days but...Hummm? Let us get one thing straight. I didn't like the pissing bit so we have to charge more for that scene and you must fuck me one time and I get to suck you off at least once during the night." Butch laughed and laughed and grabbed me and hugged me tightly as I sat next to him at the table. "About the `sucking of my cock'. You need a little more practice so we could start on that right away." He laughed again and kissed my forehead. I visited with Butch all morning and late into the evening. He was a great guy. He didn't have to share this with me besides I might have done it for nothing after I got to thinking about it. We drove around the city and we had lunch at a great place near the piers. We made arrangements to meet again next weekend for another night of entertainment. He gave me $2,800 dollars in cash and took me to a bank where I deposited it in a checking account. He said I could stay with him at his place when I came ashore. We became good friends that day. I had to go back to the ship that following evening. I know I would look at life quite a bit differently now that I had experienced man love. I would not look or call another man a faggot or queer. As I approached the ship my other 3 buddies were on the dock. They looked like Hell warmed over. They all had hang overs and their cloths were messy and stained. Where as I was all `spit and polished' and had a big smile on my face, and I might add, money in the bank. They looked at me in wonderment as I quickly by them. "Howdy, dudes. Did you get laid?" Then I laughed and walked up the gangplank looking forward to entertain again next weekend. End of Part 2 of Sailor Slave by Richard Barber If you like this story or have any comments please send e-mail to me at eyeMrich1@hotmail.com Sir Richard

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Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2002 12:10:12 +0000 From: The Hessian Subject: To Serve and Please Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of sex between males. If it bothers you, leave this page. Note: I appreciate any comments, suggestions etc. and answer all e-mails. I am grateful for all the encouraging mails and notes I got and I thank all of you, friends for helping me to get through the most troubled times of my life. One more thing: English is not my native language, so sorry for the mistakes. To Serve and Please by The Hessian Imagine the darkest darkness, the deepest depth, imagine the fear when you are nothing but a very small animal, when the panic and hopelessness make this little animal howl, when this howl should reach the sky to make something happen and when nothing happens there. Imagine the state of mind when your mind seems to have been taken apart and haphazardly put together again, when being thoughtless is the only state you wish. I am sure most of you don't know this feeling and don't know what I am talking about and that's okay. Now imagine that from this darkness, from this infinite depth a figure steps out. As he is moving towards you , the darkness backs up and forms a thick cloud behind his back but doesn't touch him. No darkness can touch him. As he is coming closer you can make out who he is: he is the one you have longed for, the one you have craved , whom you are ready to serve and please , on your back or knees. His steps are measured, all his demeanour is calm , he is holding his head erect, his combat boots are creaking, louder and louder with every step. Now he is standing only one step from you, towering above you and by now you are absolutely sure that it is him. His face is dirty and covered with dust, his cammie top is creased and sweaty - still it is him you expected: the Marine who is there just for you. No words leave his lips, there is no smile on his face. But his eyes, those big blue eyes are talking : they are saying they know who you are and what he is expected to do. He steps closer and as you are lifting your head your entire horizon is filled with the enormous bulge in his trousers. He tears his zip open freeing his cock that is ready, rock-hard and reserved for you. As he is leaning against your face you grab his tool practically filling your mouth chock-full with it, sucking on it hard, enjoying every second tasting his manly meat. Then all at a sudden he pulls out impatiently and unexpectedly leaving your yearning mouth empty. Some remaining drops of his pre-cum are still glittering on your lips when he pushes you down on the ground firmly and with some nimble movements unwraps you out of your clothes and you can hear the fabric crackle. His hands are rough and dirty, his fingers smell of tobacco and metal as he is sweeping across your face - sill they feel so right on your body. He is loosening his belt, pushing his trousers down on his thighs and ripping his blouse off. You are lying patiently as he helps you to lift your legs high enough. Even the feeling of his cool palms on your warm thighs is so exciting, you are raising your hips even higher, just to show him you are ready, you are willing. For long seconds he is just looking down at you as if he can look through you, scanning all your desires, all your needs, his hands are resting on your hips and you feel it is the best place ever for you, under this beautiful soldier, yes, to be used, to be fucked by him. Now he spits in his palm and moistures himself briefly . Even the simplicity of his act turns you on, you are on the verge of begging him to enter you as all you want is to feel his invading tool deep inside. As he is leaning against you, his immense masculinity covers you as a choking cloud , making you feel even smaller. Now he grabs your hips and pulls you closer, all along his cock, roughly, hungrily. As he runs into your ass the pain makes you cry out loudly, makes you whimper like a puppy. That seems to get him going, his mighty tool lives its own life in you, all you can feel is this primitive rhythm as he is fucking you hard, his wild thrusts make you feel as if an earthquake shook your body, his desires are coming from deep inside, they turn you inside out, shake you like a rag, by this point you are nothing but his servant and now you are practically begging him to have you, use you, you are breathing like a bad whore, you want this beauty to turn you into a dirty pig, to fuck the hell out of you, to fuck you good and proper. His hard body is like a huge hammer, now you are shouting, moaning, cursing: 'C'mon, gimme all, fuck me, yeah, let the white stuff fly, you goddamn bastard!!!!' All at a sudden he pulls out which almost makes you faint. 'No! Don't take it away, gimme more!!' 'Oh, yes, it is all yours, just take it in deep...' - he says when he is kneeling over your face and thrusts his raging boner deep inside your mouth, deep down in your throat, so deep that it makes you gag, he is powerfucking your face, his salty pre- cum tastes delicious, now he is moaning like an animal. 'Let me in, yes, deeper... I love your fuckin' deep throat, I'm fuckin' your brains out, it is what you deserve boy...' Just a sec later his cream spews out into your mouth, you swallow it quickly and enjoy the moment when he squeezes and shakes the last drops onto your tongue. By now both of you are sweaty, tired but you are still hungry, so hungry for him. He reaches down to caress your yearning dick, he smiles at you, leans over your face to kiss you deeply, his face is sweaty and dusty, you can taste grains of sand on his wet, raunchy lips and his eyes are promising, so promising that you know that your turn is close, very close.

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Date: Tue, 04 Dec 2001 08:46:21 -0600 From: Balboa delFond Subject: Break Me In 1 I like to go to the fitness club and flirt in the shower. Mostly straight guys are there, but I like the thrill of something unexpected happening. When I first saw Del I immediately wanted him to dominate me. There was just something about him. As he stood next to me in the shower, I didn't know if he was straight or what, but he had a quality that made me very curious. Back at my locker I saw him again, standing there defiantly combing his hair, arms up, presenting his full nudity. My eyes went to his cock, which hung slightly to one side, and I felt a tickle in my asshole. I was suddenly very much aware of being naked in front of him. In my triggered sexual imagination I saw myself doing whatever he wanted and instantly I felt an aroused swelling in my perineum which radiated up to my cock in one direction and back to my anus in the other. I still wasn't sure if he was straight, but I didn't care. When I saw him looking at my half erect cock I gave it little twitch. Then I bent over to dry my feet and made sure my ass and balls were right up there where he could see them. After I dragged out this pose as long as I could, I turned around and saw him still combing his hair, except his cock was standing almost straight out and to one side. 2 He had a place he could take me. On the way there I told him, "I want to be dominated." He didn't say a word. His friend's apartment was sparse with only a few furnishings and a vase with a bouquet of green bamboo branches. "Strip." It was like he already knew what I wanted. We both stripped quickly and then he ran his hands all over me, scooping up my nipples and snapping them with his finger to make them hard. Then he felt my ass. He wedged a finger in to feel my anus and I saw his cock twitch up from half an erection to a hard stiff one that stuck up at a high angle and a little to the right. From my viewpoint I was looking straight down on his piss hole which had now stretched wide open like the mouth of a little fish. The head was streamlined and sloped back, which should make it easy to penetrate my semi-virgin hole. So to entice him even more I turned and flaunted my rear end, spreading it nice and wide. I felt his hands back there spreading it even wider, checking out the opening. He guided me over to a chair next to the bamboo branches so he could sit down for a better look. "Show me your asshole again, like you did before." Good. He was giving me orders and I loved it. I obeyed by bending over and giving him a real eyeful, winking my anal opening, pushing it out and then pulling it in real tight in a kind of message that said, "Butcher it. Make it good and messy." I felt my teenage erection all the way down the shaft of my penis and spread into the fattening mound of my perineum and circle back around my anus. My cock, my crotch, my asshole were all one big engorged erection. When I felt his fingers probing around my hole, checking out every little crease and fold, it was like he was jacking me off. 3 He told me to get on my back on the couch and pull my knees up. He lubed up his finger and slid it deep up my rectum, checking it out, up, down and all around. Here and there he would stop and dwell on something he felt, some crease or fold of skin, anything that interested him, then slowly he pulled his finger out at an angle in such a way as to force my anus slightly inside out, trying to see the pink inner skin. Even though it hurt a little, I was glad I was giving him such a thrill. Then he did something no one else had ever done. He slid his finger up my ass and pushed up hard on my prostate. I felt a big drop of pre-come dislodge from that place in my rectum and force its way up the underside of my stiff penis and ooze out the hole. "Oh, yea," he said, very satisfied with what he'd done. He continued rubbing my prostate, milking me into a mess of clear, stringy liquid that pooled on my stomach. 4 Suddenly someone came in the room and I jumped up, covering my erection. It was a skinny Asian man, quite old, and with a mean look. He called Del over for a discussion, but Del didn't bother to hide his erection. Then Del came back to me and said, "he wants you to do something for him or we both have to leave." I didn't want to leave. The Asian man left the room and returned naked. His ribs showed and his nipples were almost black. His had a small, uncircumcised penis in a nest of wiry black pubic hair. From a closet he removed a video camera on a tripod. "Not my face," I said, thinking he was going to film Del and I having sex. "Don't worry," Del said. "It's not your face he wants. Lie on the floor. On your back." I gladly obeyed his order, having no idea what was going to happen. As Del straddled my face I looked up and saw his balls hanging down, and his hairless scrotum with a dark line down the middle that ran back and vanished between his ass. There was a thick vein on the right underside of his penis which was now hanging half erect. I assumed we were going to do a 69 and my mouth watered at the thought of sucking his those big balls and that fascinating cock. But without any warning he hooked his arms under my legs and pulled them back, pinning me down with my ass up and spread so wide I couldn't keep my anus closed. I felt it stretch open just enough so that the air breathed freely in and out of my rectum. Was he going to rim me? The skinny Asian man went over to the vase and removed one of the green bamboo canes, slightly bigger around than a pencil. He swished it through the air in a few practice strokes. I felt my anus contract out of fear and I wanted to keep it closed, but the stretched posture Del had put me in pulled it back open, like a sticky mouth, just enough to feel the air pass in. As the old man positioned himself, Del pinned me down even harder so I couldn't move and for the first time I felt the helpless abandonment of my body to total domination. I knew the old Asian man was going to whip me, but I said nothing. The first stroke of the cane hit me hard across the buttocks and I cried out. It was much more painful than I expected. Another stroke quickly followed and as I cried out again I saw Del's cock instantly pump up to full erection. The old Asian man whipped me over and over with the bamboo cane and the more my body involuntarily tried to twist away from the lashes, the tighter Del held me so the whipping could continue. The old man beat me with more force than I would have expected, considering his size, and not only that, each lash hit firm and hard exactly where he wanted it to land. There were no missed strokes. "Turn him to the other side," said the old man. Del pulled me over at an angle and I felt stroke after stroke land with perfect aim all around my crotch and then right on the anus itself. I screamed like an animal being eaten alive. Tears poured down my face as I looked up at Del's balls and his rock hard cock. My desperate screams only seemed to inspire the old man to whip me harder, hitting every bare place possible, my buttocks, my perineum, my anus, anywhere he could aim a lash. I heard Del say, "OK, he's had enough," but the old man said curtly, "No!" and let out such a furry of lashes that I lost control of my bladder, urinating all over myself. Seeing this, the Asian man whipped me with a hateful furry and there was some kind of strange unification, a kind of deep intimacy between of my screams and the lash of his cane. The old man stopped only when he ran out of energy. Del loosened his grip on my legs and a wave of tears gushed down my face in a feeling that I never had before. A feeling of total domination. My ass was like a burning fire and made even more intense by the pool of urine in which I was sitting. The old man's small cock fully erect, with the head peeking half way through his foreskin. He put the cane back in the vase with the others, then approached me. He made a motion for Del to push my legs up again so he could have a closer look at what he'd done. Then he ordered me to get on my knees in front of him. He grabbed my jaw and looked at me with contempt, like he hated me. Then he took a handful of my hair and pulled my mouth over his small penis and roughly pumped my face as if it were my ass. I felt his wiry pubic hair and pubic bone repeatedly hit my nose like a fist. His cock was moist and salty. In a short while I heard just one grunt from low in his throat and then tasted his semen. When he was through he pulled my face away from his cock and looked at me again with hateful contempt, then rudely pushed my head back and said, "OK. He's all yours." 5 I looked at Del's cock and saw a huge gob of pre-come running out from his open piss hole and down the underside of his cock. I wanted more than anything to taste it, but I dutifully awaited his next order. My cock was limp, but in a way I still don't fully understand I was immensely aroused. "Get on your back and pull your legs up. It's my turn to see what he did to you." I obeyed. "Oh my. He really got you good." I felt his finger trace along a welt than ran from my perineum down to my anus. "Wait til you see it in the mirror." He pushed my legs up a little higher and I felt the head of his cock finding its target, that oozing, wide open piss hole of his getting me right in the very center of my anus, not to one side or the other, but right in the very middle. "I'm sort of virgin there," said, hoping he would understand. But he ignored me and proceeded with his own pleasure. When he pushed the slim head of his penis through the painful welt across my anus it hurt, but hurt good. I wanted his cock in my ass. I wanted to submit to his superior age and experience. But when it got to the inner sphincter, it hurt like the whipping. I was too tight. My cry of pain didn't stop him from holding me down and shoving it all the way up my ass. I felt the welts on my asshole as his cock pushed in and out, showing me no more mercy than old man did when he was whipping me. But this was what I wanted, wasn't it? I wanted him to hurt me, split me open, wound me. Through the pain of my anal penetration I felt a satisfaction that my ass was no longer virgin or even semi-virgin. All that junior high poke-hole stuff with the neighborhood kids was nothing compared to this--fucked by a real man with a man's cock. He fucked me, and I mean REALLY fucked me, good and rough, right through the painful tightness of my virgin hole, angling his cock in every direction, trying to hit my prostate or anywhere else that would hurt. And I craved it. I didn't want it to stop. I had so much pre-come on my stomach that it was running over my sides like the piss that had been whipped out of me by the old Asian man. Del stopped and pulled his cock out of my ass and I thought he had ejaculated, but no, he wanted a look at the damage he'd done to the tightness of my anal opening. He examined the hole very carefully and then put all four fingers into the stretched opening all the way to the knuckles, and when he pulled them out, he hooked his finger tips on the inside of my anal ring to pull out as many lobes of pink stretched skin as possible. I was totally his, and to show it I reached down with my own hands and pulled my thoroughly whipped ass a little wider apart for him and said, "See what you did, huh? See what you did to me?" "Yea," he said, staring down at my anus, which couldn't be open any wider for him. He thrust his cock back in again and I wished he could hurt me this way for hours, angling his penis to stab my young rectum from every direction, forcing even more pre-come out my limp cock. When I saw his eyes roll back and his face contract, I knew he was beginning to ejaculate. Then he erupted into a volley of deep grunts I would get to know well as the semen spurted out into the deepest part of my rectum. I held him on top of me, and squeezed my anus over and over again around his shrinking cock to show him how much I loved it. Then I gently expelled his cock from my anal opening. He checked inside my rectal cavity again with his fingers, shoving almost his whole hand up my stretched and burning sore anus. Then he slowly pulled his fingers out again, bringing with them as much of the inner anus as he could. "Oh, yea," he said, holding his hand up, gaping at all the filthy semen dripping from his fingers.

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Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 04:17:26 -0600 From: PT Subject: Game Time (M/b, bondage) This is a work of pure fantasy fiction and should not be read if you're not an adult or if you don't cotton to man-boy sex. ---------------------------------------- After a long game, the prospect of company for dinner sounded good. The league I was playing in was for masters, an apt description of gentlemen my age. Three full days of playing (two games per day) left me feeling pretty much like a pro athlete must feel. My only job was to get up, play, rest, play, eat, rest, ache, party, and sleep. The next day, it begins over. That's an indulgent vacation for one my age. And the mountain scenery makes it so much the better since the games are played up at an altitude of 8500 feet. The hastily assembled teams often draw men from all over the country and it takes a while to hook up with 'friends' even for something as simple as dinner and walking around. Never mind 'fooling around'. It had been a bit lonely the last day (aside from the games) and finding the team's communal dinner was my next task. My rented condo was near the fields, but I had the cell phone of one teammate so I could hook up with the BYO dinner that was forming at another condo complex. It turns out several of the players were staying in the same complex in the next town. After a quick call on my cell phone, I got the directions to the resort which was over in the next valley. A half hour drive brought me to the party, which was in a condo much like mine. A lot of the players brought their families, so there were about 15 people there (only a quarter of the team showed up). Of course, since I am of the 'peach fuzz' persuasion, my eyes quickly went to the boys. There were two, either of which I would love to have, but couldn't drool openly in front of the 'rents. I simply snatched sightings when I could as they played and ate with the two girls that were there. As the evening wore down, people began to leave and the kids started getting tired. One of the parents summoned his two kids to go since the youngest, his daughter, was clearly fading. But the son protested and wanted to stay. Since a couple of us were from the same condo area as him, his dad relented to letting us take the kid back. So he left. As the evening started to close, the boy came over and snuggled into the easy chair that was next to mine. I had been using the foot cushion which as quite large. After a few minutes, he reversed his position and put his head down at the foot end of the foot cushion and his feet up in the chair. He was face down where my feet had been and laid out for inspection. Nice. I could take a long slow eyeful since he was right in front of me and no guilt could be attached. He was 10 (I found out later), medium build and nowhere near skinny. Still a bit of 'baby fat', but a solidly built boy with big hands and poised to grow soon. He had freckles, short reddish hair, and was wearing a T-shirt, shorts, sneakers. He had a great bubble butt behind that I would have loved to grab. I rearranged my shirt to hide a raging stiffy. If that wasn't bad enough, he drifted into dreamy revelry the way kids do and pulled his wrists under his crotch. He was humping his hands, unabashed and openly, in front of everyone. It wasn't violent humping, just the quiet, sneaky type of humping. Just slow and deliberate, now and then, shifting weight and sneaking a mild hump. The boy was clearly horny. And he was putting on a show for me without even thinking about it. I'm sure he didn't realize I was watching. I'm sure everyone else noticed, but conversation went on and everyone else was ignoring the kid's indiscretion. That's just the way kids are and I guess everyone else was content to let it happen. Maybe they enjoyed it too, who knows. It went on for maybe 20 minutes. I was very horny. If nobody else was there, I'd kneel down and cup those buns in 10 seconds flat. Or maybe put my feet on the side of his butt and rock him around to watch him hump more. Truth is, I'd love to have him stripped and bound, bondage being my thing. After a while, it was clear that the only other person who could take him back was getting blotto. Most of the other players were from the same college and chums do knock a few too many back. The other driver would be staying put for the night. So the task of bringing the horny pup back to civilization went to me. As we left for my condo area, it began snowing. Freak storms often come up in the mountains this time of year. You can't see them coming up over the next valley and they're on you in no time. It was only August, and I wasn't prepared for this. My car's low to the ground and didn't have snow tires. Getting back on the highway went fine, but a truck has spun out up ahead and we had to take the long way around, a two-hour drive. I pulled out the map and found one of those 'blue line' back roads over the pass and decided to try it. As we went over the first ridge, the snow started coming down heavily. It was becoming clear I had really messed up and should have stayed put. I would have to find shelter fast. We came up over a ridge to a valley crossroad with three houses and a bar of all things. The bar was closed, but one house was still lit up. I knocked and inquired about a room for the night. I brought the pup to make sure they knew I had to have a room. (His name was David but I'm going to call him pup in this article). The matronly lady looked us up and down and invited us in. The pup was shivering in his T-shirt and shorts (just what I wanted him to do really - we had to have a room). She told me she only had one room out in the barn, but we'd be welcome to it for the night. Three cell phone calls later, I located the pup's dad and told him the situation. He agreed, we should stay put and weather it over. There probably wouldn't be a game tomorrow anyway. I accepted the offer and the lady took me back out to the barn through the snow that was now 3-4 inches deep. To be precise, it was a shed attached to the barn, probably to house a worker. She opened the door and showed me the room by flashlight. It was unheated and had no facilities, but it has a roof and a bed. She fetched several large blankets and we were set. To tell you the truth, I was horny a bit about sleeping with the kid. But I was freezing too. And truth be known, while I still fantasize about tying up kids - that's just a memory left over from my childhood when I was a kid and did bondage all the time. Since my middle teen years, I've never messed with a kid. After all, they have their own lives to live and have to drag their own behinds through the world. That's hard enough without me interfering with their budding sexuality. So I leave them alone really. I borrowed the flashlight and the household went back to its business. I got the kid out to the shed, wrapped him in a blanket, and made the bed. He took one look at it when I said I was done, stripped naked, and climbed under the covers! Shivering. I got one quick look at his behind as it slipped under the covers. Wow. I bolted the door. There was no way out of this and I didn't want anybody coming in. I really didn't think I would have the boy, but I was fairly sure there would be incidental contact at a minimum. I usually sleep nude, but I left my boxers on for this - and climbed into bed. I was still horny but figured it would pass by notice. Sure - incidental contact. The pup snuggled up to me in 2 seconds flat and wrapped himself around anything warm he could find. What an amazing rush of conflicting sensations. A naked boy with the smell I loved so much, soft, shivering, and snuggling tenderly to me for warmth. Cold knees, cold feet, cold arms, cold ears, and cold belly - heck, one cold kid. I had let the boy down; I had let his parents down. I had put him in a position where he had no dignity left and was forced to cling to me in his nakedness for protection. And I was enjoying it. How's that for guilt? I wrapped my arms around him, hugged him tenderly, and snuggled my warm breath near his ear in what passes for a soothing kiss. I didn't mean to excite him, I was just trying to warm him up and make me feel better. Sure, I was already horny, but that wasn't the idea. Anyway, he drew in a fast, noisy breath, stiffened his body for a moment, and closed in on me. He was already close in to be sure, but this was different. He was ON me now - as in sexual. He hadn't moved really, but there was a difference. His arms, that were once just around me, were now FEELING me. It's hard to describe. His legs that were once next to me were now wrapped around my leg. He paused after drawing in that breath raised his head to look at my chest in the dark, and just as quickly, his mouth found my breast! A naked ten-year-old boy was suckling me! I froze. Fear and horniness. So what now? My instinct was to push his head off my tit. Heck, I'm not a mom. And there was an amazing amount of suction. My first reaction was that I couldn't believe mom's put up with this. It hurt really. But I didn't have long to wait in my indecision. He was humping me. Right on my leg. I know it was just instinct on his part. To tell the truth, he was absorbed in suckling and probably didn't realize what he was doing. He had his legs around my right leg and was humping it! He'd suck for a second or two, pause, resume sucking and hump rapidly for three or four seconds. They were rapid, little humps, maybe 5 a second. I guess he humped around half the time and sucked most of the time. Anyway, who was counting. It wasn't on my privates or anything. I don't think he even thought about mine. He had a tit and it was his to have - and his behind bucked to an age old imperative. I lost it and came. Sad to say, there was no stopping it, period. It happened only seconds after he started humping me. OK - that's embarrassing to confess. He knew I did something because I fairly squeezed the life out of him. So now what? I was soaked and I didn't want him to know about it. "Wait a minute". I rolled him off me, turned my back on him, whipped off my boxers, dried off my middle, and threw them on the floor to dry. Freeze really; it was around 32 in the room. I slipped back under the covers. I don't think he knew what I did, but he was happy to have me back and was on me again after a brief moment of awkwardness. I know. This is where all the stories get into heavy sex. But to tell the truth, it was fairly innocent by those standards. He reached over and groped my middle. Yes, it was hard as a rock. It was dark and his hand roamed over my stiffie, feeling the dimensions and texture, length, width. He was comparing. That's more or less natural I suppose. The rest of the night, he suckled more and humped some after he began to drift off. Truth be known, I humped the boy when he was asleep, three or four times. It wasn't so he'd notice; I just cupped him under me and did it without crushing him about it. No penetration or anything, just creaming the boymeat I was given! I was too horny to even think about getting the pup all crusty and smelly. I just took him. In the morning, he was first awake and shook me trying to look around. I looked at his boyish ears, freckles, and red hair in the new light. Him? He wasn't looking at me. He was avoiding my gaze in his juvenile attempt to save face and not acknowledge the night's activity. Besides, he was still naked and lying along side of me. Just not suckling! I got up and looked outside. There was snow halfway up to the totally frosted window and the sun was just coming up. We weren't going anywhere for a few hours and there would be no game for sure. I jumped back into bed as he watched. It was clear he had seen my patch of pubic hair and it put him off. He recoiled some. That's probably natural for any boy, gay or straight. I figured he's probably straight anyway. He turned his back to me and pulled the blankets over his head. I thought about it a while and it just came out of me. I don't know where I got the nerve to say what I said. "Want to be tied up?" I figure I counted to 5 in my head. It was absolutely still. Then he turn on his tummy, pulled the covers back some and looked straight into my eyes. He had no smile, just a crazed serious look that boys in lust do get. I love that look. And he didn't say anything. I waited another 5 seconds. "Want to be tied up?" Still that crazed serious look. "We can use your laces". And then a moment I'll never forget. Said he, "OK - TIE ME UP!" It was freezing, but he threw back the covers, got up kneeling on the bed with his back to me and put his hands behind his back! He had been tied up before, it was clear. I told him to get back under the blankets. Boys are literally walking bondage opportunities. They walk around as a complete bondage kit containing one boy and two laces. It's sort of handy really. Every boy (except those with loafers on) comes with enough emergency rope supply (his 2 laces) to tie his hands and feet tightly. How nice for me! I took out his two laces and snuck back under the covers. He was already on his tummy with his hands tucked under his chest. I said, "Put your hands behind". He still had that serious look. He threw back all the blankets forcibly, showing his full naked body, and put his hands behind his back. I got up on the bed and knelt straddling his knees. What a great sight, a juicy naked boy submitting with his hands back on his behind - ready to be tied up A young colt offering up his behind to be bound. He watched me out of the corner of his eye as I crossed his wrists and tied them tightly, circling them crossways and knotting them tightly together. I tied his ankles together side by side and cinched them around the middle. He was bound and would not get loose. He looked as delectable as he did on that footrest. Now, I cupped his behind. The freezing air got to me again and I pulled the blankets back over us. And I stared under the blankets as I peeked at my bound pup. I put the blankets back down and snuggled over some. This was the moment of truth - or so I thought. There's some sort of denial that goes on in the dark. In my thoughts, the night's activities were forgotten; a dream that had no import. It wasn't really sex, was it? Somehow, in the cold light of day, going any further would seem like actual sex. Go figure. "Can you get loose?" He wasn't trying really. But he gave it a few tugs. "No" "Ever been tied up before" There was an immediate indignant reply "NO!" This gave me pause. Where was this coming from? There was some process going on inside my pup where he has to make out as if this was all being put upon him. Like he didn't really want to be tied up. No, of course not. If he acted indignant, it would be OK. It really wasn't him who offered to be tied up naked. Plausible deniability in his own mind I suppose. I left the boy his dignity in a way. I thought about it for a while as I cupped his behind again to see his reaction. He was horny again to be sure. "OK, rules are you've got 3 minutes to get loose or you pay the penalty" If it's a game, that's OK in his mind. After all, everybody probably plays by the rules. Don't they? After a pause he said "What penalty?" "I get to do what I want before I untie you." He set about trying to get loose. He squirmed around and sat up some. I counted down the minutes like some serious athletic referee while he tried to 'compete'. Truth is, he was putting on a show for me. For those of you fond of reproductive organs - yes, he was sporting a nice stiff four incher with no hair. I'm just not much into that - go figure. I know, it's a bit of a waste and others would do more. But hey, that's life. "Time's up" I said as I pulled the covers back over him. He looked me straight in the eye again and fell silent once more with that serious look. "You have to do what I say, then I'll untie you" Right away he said "What is it?" This was his first look of true innocence. "You're supposed to do a kiss, right on the lips" His eyes grew huge, and he realized he was trapped. I think this is the first time I saw that in him. I took some pity and let him off the hook. "Don't worry. Come one, lets get back under" I pulled the covers over snug and waited. Silence. He turned away then turned back with that same look and said "OK" "OK what?" "I'll do it" I pulled back the blanket and left the sheet on. After all, a bound naked boy with a sheet on him feels clothed, doesn't he? I moved over him, rolled him on his side, grasped him tightly, and pulled him over me in one motion. He was on my chest and his knees straddled my leg. I caressed his behind with both hands. Spontaneously, he placed his nose on mine and left it there for what seemed like an eternity. Boy breath is such a sweet smell. I waited a long time while he did this. I grabbed the hair on the back of his neck roughly with one hand and closed in. He fairly melted as we kissed. He stiffened and humped. The sex that he could not hide came out but couldn't escape the ropes that would not give. I think he came. I sure did. There was no denying it now; I was having my bound pup. Yep - sex. I'd like to say more happened, but that's about the limit. I eventually untied him and we went on about our business of denying it ever happened. We called in, dug out the car, and headed for breakfast. I turned him over after that and headed home since there were to be no more games - soccer or otherwise.

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Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2001 16:36:26 -0800 (PST) From: Rob Andresen Subject: Appropriate Punishment Darren and I had been fooling around together since we were kids. It started when he and I made a fort in the trees behind his house and made it almost impossible to get in and out of. Being 14 we naturally fell to talking about girls and getting hard. That led to jacking off together and eventually playing with one another. Nature took its course and we soon were fucking one another and sucking each other off. Not that it was gay or anything, all the guys did it, right? At least that's what we thought. Our games continued on for several years before we started actually dating girls and things. For me, though, it never really changed. Sure, I dated girls, it was expected in our small town outside Chicago, but I never really got into it with them like I did with Darren. Hell, he sucked me off and I shot load after load. I did it with Melissa, the pompon girl in band and it took forever for a little load. But what really did it for me was Darren's Dad. He was a State cop and looked so damn hot in his uniform with the black boots and the nightstick of his along that grey uniform pant leg. Ok, so maybe I had this thing for Darren's Dad, but it wasn't like anything was ever gonna happen, right? It was the end of the summer and Darren and I were about to head down to State for college. I had just turned eighteen a week ago and had already gone to Wisconsin a few times for some legal drinking. There were rumors they were gonna raise the drinking age and I sure didn't want to end up losing out. So he and I had picked up some cheap beer and were sitting in the fort relaxing, talking about what we were gonna do at State. He and I had arranged to be roommates and had even gotten into one of the few remaining rooms on a co-ed floor in one of the low-rise dorms. It was gonna kick ass and we had such grandiose plans. We opened another can each and were happily swilling down the piss-water when Darren held his hand up. "Hey, dude, I think I hear someone coming." "Hell, who would know we're here? Aren't your parents at work?" "Yeah, but it doesn't have to be them. Sounds like a couple of guys." We remained quiet as the two voices came closer. I looked over at Darren as I recognized his Dad's voice and that of the biggest jerk in school, the quarterback of our senior class, Jeff. He shrugged, not knowing what was going on. "So, Jeff. You know why you're here, don't you?" snarled Darren's Dad as he faced the buff built quarterback. Jeff nodded quietly, his head bowed in shame. "I didn't hear you, Jeff," growled the cop. "Yes, sir. I know why I'm here." "Why don't you tell me, Jeff. What did you do wrong?" "I'm sorry sir, I drove under the influence, coming back from Wisconsin after a night of drinking." "And what is the usual punishment for such a violation, Jeff?" "It's a big fine, losing my license, and maybe spending a night in jail." I could see Jeff was almost crying an the pressure seemed intense even where we were. "And why didn't I do those things, Jeff?" "Because I begged you not to, sir. Because I told you I couldn't face my father if you did." "And so now we're here and you are going to face the punishment you should have had in jail." With that, Darren's Dad drew his nightstick and smacked it onto his gloved palm. The tension was charged and I started getting a hardon watching this hot assed hunk snarling at the built quarterback who had made life miserable for many of my friends for years. I glanced over at Darren but he was glassy eyed, his mouth parted slightly and his tongue running across his lips as he watched the scene. "Get down, punk," growled the cop as he stood in front of the football player. Jeff kneeled into the grass, his arms dangling uselessly against his side. "All right, now you're gonna show me how you are gonna make it worth my while not to tell your Dad about your activities." "Yes, sir," responded Jeff as he grabbed onto the Cop's hips and ground his face into the uniform crotch. I gasped as I saw the beefy quarterback licking Darren's Dad through the rough uniform pants, his tongue going to work on the growing bulge in the troopers crotch. He washed the front of the trooper's pants with his tongue, leaving a slowly growing wet spot as he feverishly mashed his face into the growing man cock behind the fabric. Darren's Dad grabbed Jeff's hair roughly and pulled him back only to smack the boy's face into his cock. "There ya go, boy. I'm gonna teach you what you would have learned in jail. I'm gonna make you mine and make you want me more for it. Lick that crotch, boy!" I saw Darren rubbing his own hardon beneath his shorts as we watched his Dad abusing a boy our age. I was able to free my cock from it's cotton incarceration and began slowly fisting it as I watched the continuation of the scene outside our fort. "All right, boy, let's see what you've been missing here. Unzip those pants of mine with your teeth." Jeff complied, his teeth gaining hold of the zipper only after using his tongue to part the fabric enough to find the copper tab. He slid the zipper down slowly before using his tongue to part the fabric even further, revealing the fact that the trooper did not have on any underwear. A dark bush of hair was matted inside the pants but Jeff dug in with his tongue and pulled out individual strands, making the trooper's bush fairly explode from the open zipper. "All right now, that's what I wanted, boy. Now you can open my belt with your mouth." Jeff fell right to the task, his agile and quite strong tongue pulling out the flap of thick leather from the loop before he pulled with his teeth, releasing the hole from the fastening knob and then twisting his tongue around the buckle to pull it away from the trooper's pants. "Damn, boy, you sure are good with that tongue of yours. I can't wait to see how you do polishing my knob for me! Now get my pants undone with those teeth of yours." Darren and I both heard the clink of tooth on his Dad's trouser button as Jeff pulled and gnawed the pants open further. It seemed as though the pants were ready to come down too since as soon as the button was released, they dropped like a stone around the trooper's ankles. I had never really seen a true man naked before. I had looked in the locker room but the adolescent flesh in there had no comparison to what Darren's Dad revealed. He was built solid with tanned skin all over his crotch, a dark black hairy bush that couldn't even begin to shelter the massive cock that jutted out nearly nine inches from those beefy thighs. One other item of note, Darren's Dad was uncut, the first hooded cock I had ever seen. My eyes went wide but I noticed that Darren was almost in shock from the sight. And now I knew where he had inherited his own seven and a half incher which was currently drooling a load of precum that would have made a horse jealous. My own seven inches were straining as well although I was working it over slowly so I wouldn't cum. I reached over and grasped Darren's cock and he shuddered with the sensation. Jeff, meanwhile, had begun licking the trooper's cockhead and swallowing the massive member, lubing it up with his spit. I noticed that the quarterback's mouth was open really wide. Darren's Dad's cock apparently was a lot thicker than I thought as it plowed in and out of Jeff's mouth. "That's it boy, get it nice and clean and take the cheese off the head so we can have some good clean fun in a bit. Use your tongue, boy, get it all nice and wet!" His hands still in Jeff's hair, the cop began facefucking the high school quarterback roughly, his cock sliding in and out almost all the way. Jeff didn't seem to have too much trouble handling it though since he only choked on the throbbing cock once or twice as Darren's Dad forced it deep into the boy's throat. "There we go, boy. Now get those jeans of yours down around your ankles. That way you won't be able to get away and I can have a go at that tight little ass of yours." Darren and I stared at each other. Had we just heard right? Apparently we had as Jeff began unbuckling his pants and quickly pulled them down around his ankles without missing a beat on the trooper's cock. "That's a boy. Now turn around and put your hands behind your back." As Jeff complied, the trooper grabbed his handcuffs from his pants and snapped them onto the quarterback's wrists, shackling him from behind. Darren's Dad pushed Jeff over so his ass was wide open and exposed. "There ya go, boy. Time for you to feel heaven." With barely a grunt, the trooper plunged his glistening cock into the boy's waiting hole til his bush rubbed against the quarterback's cheeks. The surprise for me and Darren was that Jeff barely even grunted. He apparently had some experience in this area! "All right, punk. Now we're gonna see how you can take this man cock up that ass of yours. Yeah!" The trooper growled and grunted, sweat stains showing on his uniform shirt as he plowed Jeff over and over again, his balls slapping against the boy's. Darren and I also got a good look at Jeff's cock. It wasn't at all what we expected. Since Darren and I weren't really jocks, we never shared a locker room with the sports studs. Jeff was only about seven inches and very thin, nothing much to show off there! But it was hard and dripping from Darren's Dad's efforts against his love chute. "Fuck, yeah, boy. Teach you a lesson never to drink and drive again! " he growled as his cock pounded the boy's ass over and over again. It didn't take long before he started panting and growling, coming close to the point of no return. Just as he reached climax, the trooper pulled his meat out and sprayed his load all over the quarterback's ass and back. "Fuck, boy! Take that load like a man!" Darren's Dad shot seven wads across Jeff's rear before he was done. He stood, shaking for a moment, catching his breath before he growled at the boy again. "All right, now you've been fucked, it's time for you to be humiliated so you really learn your lesson." With that, the trooper let go a stream of piss that coated the boy's back and ass and dripped down his legs onto his pants around his ankles. Jeff groaned, his cock twitching with precum drooling out of his slit as the warm stream coursed over his back. The trooper's stream ended and the quarterback continued to moan and groan. Darren's Dad then commanded the boy to stand and turn around. With one swift movement, he swallowed the boy's cock to the base and sucked for all he was worth. Jeff cried out and the trooper's cheeks bulged with the load the boy was spurting into his mouth. It seemed to end quickly after that with Jeff pulling his pants back up as the trooper got back into uniform. Then came the true surprise as Darren's Dad kissed Jeff for a few moments, their tongues twisting around one another. Then the trooper smacked the quarterback on the ass and grinned at him. "Get out of here boy. I'll call you the next time I'm in the mood to play, all right?" "You bet, sir. Thanks!" With that, Jeff scrambled out of the trees and back into the suburban landscape. Darren's Dad chuckled and continued to clean himself off when Darren's leg twitched from being in the same position the entire time and he snapped a tree limb in half. The noise sounded to me like a gun shot and I jerked, making even more noise as his Dad turned to look in the direction of the fort. He drew his gun and snarled, "All right, come out with your hands in the air!" I damn near peed my pants then but I knew there was no going back now. Darren and I stood, fastening our pants, and came out from the fort, Darren first. His Dad turned beet red when he saw his son climbing from the trees and he quickly holstered his gun. After I climbed out and stood next to Darren, our heads hung down, he came over and stood in front of us, his hands on his hips. "God Damn it, Darren. What the hell do you think you were doing?" "I'm sorry Dad, but we were in the fort when you and Jeff came and we just stayed there. We were too scared to do anything else." His Dad shook his head and chuckled. "Well, I guess there's no taking back anything that you saw or heard, now is there?" "No sir," replied his son. "So, what were the two of you doing in that fort of yours, son?" Darren sneaked a look at his Father with a devilish grin. "Well, not quite as much as you and Jeff, but we were having some fun of our own." I couldn't believe that Darren was saying that! He was telling his Dad that he and I had been fooling around! I glanced at his Dad's face and saw the same devilish grin in his eyes as were in Darren's. "Well, son, now that things are out in the open, maybe we can all play together." I was floored but Darren seemed to take it in stride as he boldly stepped forward and placed his hand over his Dad's crotch. His Dad bent down a bit and kissed his son, right in front of me, and my cock immediately got harder than it has ever been before! I stepped forward to see more of the father and son tongue wrestling but Darren's Dad had a better idea as he put his hand on my throbbing member and rubbed it up and down through the jeans. "Oh, fuck!" I moaned as the warmth flooded through my groin. He stopped kissing his son and turned to me. "I guess this family is going to have some fun with you, boy!" Darren turned and fell to his knees in front of me, unbuckling my pants and pulling them down to my ankles and off. I stood before a State Trooper in my briefs, my hard cock peeking over the waistband and drooling precum like a fire hose. Darren pulled my briefs down and swallowed my cock whole, his tonsils hammering against my cock head. Darren's Dad unbuckled his pants and his cock, hard again, fell out into the summer heat. All I had to do was bend over just a bit and the trooper's cock disappeared into my hungry throat. I couldn't take it all the first time, it was so huge! But I worked it down until my nose was buried in his tight curly pubes. The trooper growled his appreciation as I bobbed up and down on his meat stick. I moaned into his bush as Darren played my skin flute with perfection, his tongue dancing along its length. This was too fucking incredible! But Darren wasn't done surprising me yet. He stopped sucking my meat and went around behind his dad. I could feel Darren's Dad's cock expand as Darren did something to the trooper's ass but it took me a moment to figure it out. Sure enough, I stole a look and Darren had buried his tongue between his Dad's ass cheeks and was going to town on the man's hairy rosebud. I turned around and laid down so the trooper's cock could slide down my throat better and, in that bent over position, open his ass to Darren's tongue. The panting got hot and heavy as Darren eagerly rimmed his Dad's ass and I had the trooper's cock sliding down my hot throat. It wasn't long before Darren decided that he needed more and he stood and with a quick slide, shot the length of this throbbing cock into his Dad's ass. I swear, the man just about lost his nut as he buried his cock in my mouth, forced there by the thrust of his son's cock into his ass. Then Darren began pounding away on his Dad, burying his meat into the trooper's hot ass. Darren apparently was getting into it, growling at his Dad and calling him names. "Bet you like this hot boy cock up your ass, don't ya Dad? You love having your ass torn open by boy meat, right? An the fact that your son is the one giving it to you makes you hot all over, doesn't it!" Darren's Dad moaned as his son pounded his ass but it wasn't long before his cock started throbbing down my throat and he let loose with a jet of hot cum. I pulled back so I could taste that creamy goodness and I wasn't disappointed. Creamy and nutty with a slightly salty taste, it was manna from heaven! The trooper had cum but his son was not ready to release him yet. So I stood and fed the man my throbbing cock, his lips swallowing me easily. There he was, a State Trooper, a boy cock in his mouth and his son's cock up his tight ass. This was a fantasy come true for me. Darren looked into my eyes with a wild gleam and lost it, his cock spraying boy cum into his Dad's chute, coating the inside with his creamy load. "Fuck, Dad, take my load, feel that juice coating your ass!" His foul language sent me over the edge and I sprayed my juice down the trooper's throat. I held his hair tightly, not willing to let him spit out any of my cum and he swallowed like the cum slut he was. I had to sit down, my knees were weak from the powerful shots I had sprayed and I watched Darren and his Dad kiss, some of my cum trading between them. Darren's Dad's cock was shriveled from the abuse but I could see some precum still residing in his cocksock and started to feel light headed again. The two men stopped kissing and the trooper held his son by the shoulders. "Well, boy. I think you and I have some things to discuss before you head on out to school." The two men, so alike, grinned that same shit eating smile at one another and I felt lost. I wondered what they were planning and if I could be a part of it. We would see.

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Date: Sun, 01 Apr 2001 22:09:14 -0700 From: East Bay Barber Subject: David chapter 1 David, This story should probably go under "authoritarian." Thanks. David (c) 2001 by ebaybarber@hotmail.com Chapter 1 Monday afternoon I gave David a call. When he answered, I told him, "Be at my house at 8:00 PM Tuesday night. Bring whatever toys you want me to use on you. Make sure you're clean, inside and out." David said, "Yes, Sir." I'll be there at Tuesday at 8:00. And I'll make sure I'm clean." Then he added, "Thank you, Sir, for taking the time to use me." I thought that was a bit much, but at least David sounded sincere. I gave David my address. I growled, "Don't be late, or you'll be sorry," and hung up. For those of you just joining us, maybe I should fill you in. Saturday night I'd taken my new boy, Greg (see "Training Greg") to the leather shop to get him some leather and toys. David had waited on us. He'd shown interested in being worked on by me. Since he cute, I'd readily agreed to take care of him. Now all I had to do was make sure the house and I were ready for him. And since Greg was busy Tuesday night, he'd be out of the house. A little after 8:05 on my watch Tuesday night-David would pay for being late-there was a knock on my door. I split the black sheets I'd hung across the front doorway and looked out to find David on my porch. He had a paper sack in his hand. I checked him over. What I saw was a young guy, maybe 24 or 5, 5'8", at most 140 pounds, good build, and a sweet smile. He obviously worked out; the black tee shirt he was wearing clung nicely to a vee-shaped chest. I could also see the outline of his small tit rings through the black cloth. Tight 501s clung to a shapely ass and accented a small, but protruding basket. The 501s were not tight enough to show off the PA I knew ran through the head of David's dick. Come to think of it, when I'd seen him in the leather shop, David had had on a black jock. I hoped he was still wearing it; jocks make good gags. "Hi, Sir," David said. "Sorry I'm late, Sir. Traffic was much heavier than I ever imagined." California Bay Area traffic is like that. But of course it wasn't a good excuse for a boy; he'd still have to pay for being late. "I brought you some toys, like you suggested." David held out the bag to me. I took the bag and moved back inside. I sensed David starting to come in and yelled, "Who told you to come in? Get back on the porch and wait 'til I TELL you to come in. Who trained you, anyway?" David stepped back and contritely said, "Sorry, Sir. Nobody trained me. That's what you're supposed to do. That's why I'm here." David was sort of grinning as he poured this out. But his smile was cute, so I let him get away with it. I AM a nice master, after all. I turned the bag of toys over and dumped the toys onto the floor. I held the back and called out to David, "Take off your shoes and socks and hand them to me." After a pause, David's hand slipped between the door covering and he handed me a shoe. The other shoe, then both socks, soon followed. I dropped them into the bag. "Now give me your shirt," I ordered. A moment later David handed me his black tee shirt. I sniffed it briefly-it gave off the scent of soap and a clean boy, not sweat. David's shirt went into the bag. "Take off your pants and hand them to me," I ordered. When I didn't hear anything, I said, "Do it. Now." I felt myself getting a little bit hard as I heard David unbuttoning his 501s. David passed them between the sheets covering the doorway. I took a moment and checked out David's license. He was 24, weighed 135 according to his license, did not need glasses or contacts to drive (in a bondage scene, it's useful to know if someone's wearing contacts), and lived only a mile or so from my house. I put the pants on top of the shirt. "Take off your jock," I told David, "and give it here." David hesitated. "I'm outside, Sir," he whined. "I know," I replied. "And you're going to stay outside if you don't give me your jock right now. As it is, you've already earned a whipping for yourself. I can't stand whining." Actually it was no big deal to be nude on my front porch, but David was not to know that. My entryway is screened on one side by the side of the garage and on the other by the front of the living room. The neighbor across the street-the only place you could look directly onto my porch-was on vacation, and the house is on a cul-de-sac, so cars never drove by. In fact, the place was perfect for what I had in mind. David said, "Yes, Sir. Sorry for questioning you, Sir. Here they are, Sir." Peculiarly he added, "You can keep them, if you want, Sir" to which I replied, "Of course I can." I did, after our scene. I passed them on to a friend who collects such garments, after I'd had Greg wear them for a week, including three trips to the gym-I forget what I was punishing him for. Who cares, my friend loved the raunchy jock, especially when I used it as a gag on HIM. But back to David. Now that David was naked, I guess he expected to be invited in. He was wrong. I said, "I want to check the toys you've brought. Don't go away." With that I closed the front door, leaving him naked on a stranger's porch. At least it was a warm night, maybe 75 degrees-the last time I'd left a boy naked on my front porch it'd been a cool night, closer to 60. So what did David have to complain about?

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Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2002 13:23:15 +1000 From: Iain Robertson Subject: Long Weekend Copyright for this story belongs to and remains with the author. I don't have any major objection to my work being re-distributed, but ASK FIRST!!! This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but you proceed at your own risk. This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me -- all emails will be answered to the best of my ability. Iainlthr@hotmail.com. A LONG WEEKEND Iainlthr@hotmail.com A hand grabbed my forehead, and another twisted my arm up behind my back without warning. I tried to call out but my mouth was instantly covered by the glove of whoever had attacked me. Struggling, I felt warm breath on the side of my neck, the roughness of an unshaved chin, a hissing in my ear... "Don't try to fight, cocksucker!! I won't hurt you if you do as you're told!" Relaxing just a touch, I tried to take in what had happened. A hotel room in a strange city, Friday night, and no-one who would be likely to miss me until after the weekend, and a long weekend at that. Shit! The glove over my face held my mouth, pressing against me. I could smell the hide, feel the leather against my skin. With both hands behind my back I couldn't move. This guy was strong! And wasn't going to let go. I tried to move again, and the grip tightened. "I told you not to struggle, fucker!" snapped the deep voice at my head. Cold steel at my wrists, and I was cuffed. Couldn't move my hands, as his hold on my mouth and face remained. The hand over my lips disappeared for a second. It took me by surprise, but before I could scream out a leather gag was across my face, buckled into place so I couldn't make any more sound than a muffled groan. I was pushed roughly into the room and onto my knees at the edge of the bed. I could feel him standing behind me, above me, his legs pressing into my back as he bent over me. Hands and arms wrapped in black leather gloves and studded gauntlets reached over my shoulders and took hold of the flimsy t-shirt I was wearing, ripping it apart and away from me in a single movement. I leaned back to find my head pressed against his groin. My bare shoulders touched the solid coolness of leather. He was wearing chaps I guessed. I should have been terrified, yet in the midst of all this I found my cock hardening in my jocks, turned on by the thought of a powerful stud about to have his way with me. "UP SHITHEAD!" he commanded, lifting me by the hair at the same time. I tried to comply but obviously not fast enough for him. He slapped my arm, spinning me around before he threw me backwards onto the bed. Finally I could see my attacker. Tall, powerfully built. About 6'1", dark hair, tanned skin, a three day growth on his jaw. His eyes were hidden behind mirrored glasses, a peaked Master's cap pulled low on his brow. I had no way to try to read the intent in his eyes. But his apparel was incredible. A set of wide black leather straps made up a harness that came over his shoulders and around his ribcage to buckle up and push his defined pecs into perfect formation. Armbands around his biceps accentuated the strength of his upper arms and added to the effect of his lower arms and hands being encased in leather gauntlets and gloves. He wore a pair of shining, polished black leather chaps. So tight they gripped at him and rippled with the movement of his legs. Below the chaps, a black leather thong which must have been custom made for him -- instead of the usual pouch, it consisted of tight glossy leather which was moulded to his huge nuts, and a hole above, out from which protruded his massive throbbing cock, already oozing pre-cum. No matter what I did, my cock sprang to full erection, and I couldn't take my eyes off that monster weapon swinging in front of him. "Like the look of that, do you pussy-boy?" he demanded gruffly. I tried to shake my head, to deny it, but my own prong gave me away. He just laughed at my denial. Kneeling down, his hands disappeared from my view. I contemplated trying to get up and escape, but before I knew it he had cuffed my ankles together as well. I was going nowhere without his permission. Leering an evil grin at me he leaned over the bed, then reached down and hooked his fingers into my shorts, tearing them down the middle and flinging the shreds into the corner of the room. The same treatment for the flimsy jock I was wearing, and I was lying there, exposed, naked, and hard as hell for him to feast his eyes on. He didn't stare long. A tube of KY appeared from nowhere and he slicked the lube up and down his pulsing weapon right before my eyes, playing with himself and telling me how hot it was going to feel wrapped inside my pretty boy arse. As he moved, the leather he was wearing glinted, and I could see the rippling of his muscles highlighted by the beautiful dark hide that encased him. His finger attacked my hole, smoothing the gel in and around me. My anus flexed and twitched to his touch. I couldn't help myself, wanted this leather god to take me right now. And he did. He lifted my legs up and hooked my joined ankles over his neck, so I could feel the straps of his shoulder harness against my calves, aimed that steel hard man arrow at my aching target and forced his way in. The searing pain would have had me scream my head off if I hadn't been gagged, as he shoved himself with all his might completely within me, burying himself to the hilt. As his weight crashed upon me, his huge cock sunk inside, my body gave up the fight. The pain of his intrusion turned to glorious, soaring pleasure. I felt his body hard against me, his powerful leather clad legs pressing against mine, the heaving black leather spheres that were his balls crushed against the cheeks of my arse. As I breathed deeply to recover myself, the overpowering scent of leather assailed my nostrils, turning me on even more. As the pain eased and the pleasure grew, he began to pull back, then thrust forward again. With each movement my body ached with pleasure. Tingling shocks went through me as he ploughed my innards, withdrawing until he was almost completely out of me then thundering back in again, all his masculine strength concentrated on taking possession of my body. He fucked me. Hard. Deep. Powerful. His long turgid rod, engorged with blood and powered by lust, pumped in and out of me, and I couldn't get enough. I gripped at him as he pulled back, pushed when he pushed to take all of him, to have him fill me and own me. The pounding of his manhood into me was electrifying, and both of us were sweating. I thrashed around on the bed as he pistoned into me, my balls heaving and my cock aching. More and more he fucked at me. Like a bull in rut, he took me and used me for his pleasure. His leather encased body on top of mine, his swollen manhood inside me, fucked and ploughed at me as I silently begged for more. And more and more. Which he gave. Pounding, thrusting, shoving at me for what seemed an eternity. My body craved the fucking, ached with pleasure at the pure sex of this man atop me. Moulded to him, accepted him and dragged at his impaling sword as it speared my hole. My passion intensified, and I could hold on no longer. Trying to scream but silenced by the gag, my balls screwed themselves up and exploded, forcing my jism in long thick ropes through my prick and onto my gut, where it mashed between myself and the black leather man inside me. As I came, my rectum clenched tight with all the muscles I had left, gripping at his throbbing love pole. As I did, he let out a gut wrenching "UUUUUUNNNNNNHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" , and heaved himself at me one more time, as though he was trying to sink not only his cock but his entire body into mine. I felt his thrust, felt his cock swell to impossible proportions within me, and erupt. Spewing load after load of searing white hot manjuice into me, filling my body with his seed, drowning me from the inside with his essence. As my own climax crescendoed I accepted all he had willingly, clenching and gripping to milk him of every last drop. Finally spent, he looked at me again. "Nice fuck, pretty boy!" he said evilly, dragging his monster dong from my being in one long sucking motion. I felt like I was being turned inside out and suddenly I was empty. And sated. He dropped my legs to the floor, undid the shackles on my ankles and wrists, and leaned to remove the gag. "Welcome to Melbourne, Greg, my love" he smiled. "Oh fuck, Andrew, that was a perfect start to a long weekend" I grinned back. "And three whole days more of it in front of us! Next time I want both of us fully leathered up, you fucking stud." We collapsed in each others arms, laughing and enjoying. We've been the perfect pair for years, but my lover never ceases to find new ways to surprise and excite me. The End Comments, complaints or compliments? Contact me at iainlthr@hotmail.com This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination. YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or bottom, USE A CONDOM!

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Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2001 10:06:32 -0500 (CDT) From: reddyone@webtv.net Subject: My Sargent's Fuck Boy This is a true story of servitude and my being used as a fuck toy while in the U.S. Army. It really is true to the best of my recollections. My mother got pregnant before she was ever married but my father would not assume responsibility and left her to fend for herself so I never actually met my real father. I was two years old when she met as guy and married him. She had two more girls in quick succession and our life as a family began. My stepfather tried not to show partiality but his two girls did get most of the attention. I didn't hold it against him as he was good to my mother and I was taken care of also. Even though I was about two years older than the girls they soon out-grew me in size. I have always had a small frame as well as hands and feet. I could tell from the old pictures that my father was a small man too. I was not big enough to play contact sports but I did make the swim team and won a couple of ribbons. But before all this happened I became my sister's favorite pastime. They would get me in their room and put lipstick on me and sometimes dress me in their clothes. I would walk around the house with my mother's over-size shoes dragging as I walked. My mother would kid me and tell me what a pretty little girl I was. I ended up wearing female clothes a lot until my sisters started to get interested in boys and forgot their pranks. Both my sisters were taller and bigger than me and played soccer so I spent a lot of time alone trying to amuse myself. Finally I graduated from school and since I did not have the funds for college I decided to join the military. My mother was not too happy with my decision but I was anxious to get away from the small town and see some of the world as I had no real ideas what it was like, so I was soon boarding an airforce plane and heading for boot-camp at Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri. As the pilot circled the small field to land the old DC6 I felt a little alone and a lttle frightened as I knew I was on my own now and my mother was no longer there to comfort me. I was ushered out of the plane along with eight other recruits and a mean looking sargent started to bark oders at us. We were taken to a grubby old wooden building marked "Quartermaster" and we were issued clothes and other gear we needed to become soldiers. I had so many things I could hardly carry the duffle bag they had given me. Soon we were settled down in our training barracks and given a meal. We were allowed to sleep but were awakened at 4:30 the next morning and my Army life began. The following weeks were hard for me as I was small and some of the physical training was tough. I was trying hard to stay with the bigger guys and one day at bayonet training a big sargent came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder and said in a very kind and understanding way; "I am going to try to help you son if you will pay close attention to what I tell you to do." This type of treatment was not normal in traiing because the NCO's really brow-beat you most of the time. We spent eight weeks in training and with his help I made it through. He seemed to have taken a liking to me and he gave me a lot of breaks that the other guys didn't get. At the end of our training all our families were allowed to come on base and watch us graduate. My family could not make it and I felt a little alone on that day as I watched the other guy's hugging and greeting their relatives. I was sitting on a chair away from the crowd when I heard the familiar voice. "What's the matter kid, family couldn't make it?' I turned to see my sargent friend as he sat down beside me. I told him a little about my life and he put his hand on my shoulder and said," We all have a pass to go to town tonight so why don't you join me for a beer there?" I was impressed that this long-time and decorated soldier would want to spend time with me and I agreed almost instantly. I had never drank beer in my life but soon we were sitting in a little bar in a one-horse town named "Waynesville". As I very tentatively put my first bottle of beer to my lips sargent Pomeroy grinned and said, "First time for booze huh," and I nodded my head. It didn't take long for the beer to get to me and soon I was feelig no pain, talking to everyone that walked by and being generally silly. I don't remember much beyond a certain point but I do know I felt very secure with Pomroy as I had started to call him . He just sat and smiled as I had my first experience with booze. I got so drunk that my memory went blank until I woke up about 3 o'clock in the morning from a sharp pain in my groin area. I was lieing face down on a bed in a dimly lit room. My beer clouded brain tried to comprehend what was happening. As I sobered more and more I realiized the pain was excruciating and I struggled to understand what was happening to me. My mouth tasted like dirt and I was being pushed into the sheets as someone on my back kept moving up and down. Then I heard Pomroy speak and he sounded as if he were off in the distance. "Well, my little pussy-boy has come back to life, how do you like this, pussy boy?" Then I felt the mind boggling pain as he rammed me hard. I was an inexperienced kid but I knew what was happening to me!! I was being fucked unmercifully by a thick, eight inch penis and it was ripping my virgin ass wide open! It took my breath away and I tried to scream but my face was pushed into the pillows as I was penetrated like a young female virgin. I bit the sheet between my lips and felt the pain with each thrust of his lust crazed weapon. He was breathing hard on the back of my neck as he forced his hand uder me to pinch and pull my nipples. "Your goin to get to like this bitch as you are being assigned to a unit right here at this fort and you and I are going to see a lot of each other as I love to fuck little girlie-boys!" With that he shoved what felt like all his leaking cock up my ravaged hole and I felt the slick jism flow into me. This was a totally different man than the one who had be-friended me and helped me through basic training. He was making me his own personal whore and I knew I would accomdate him as for the first time in my life I felt I belonged to someone and I realized I loved the feeling of being controlled and used. When he finally cooled down he helped me to the small shower in the little motel room and watched as I let the soothing water run over my body. I stayed there until the water started to cool and then I limped out towards the bed. I could hardly walk and my ass opening burned like fire. I reached carefully behind me and put my finger to the opening and I almost screamed when I touched it. "Don't worry baby, you will be okay in a few days and after I fuck you a few times you will start to love it." "Now get over here and I am going to teach you how to suck your daddy's cock. I knew my nieve life had changed forever as I knelt painfully on the floor in front of him as he slowly forced my open lips down around his now hardening meat. A I sucked more and more of him into my sucktioning mouth he instructed me in the art of cock-sucking and my life as a sub fuck -boy began. When I finally got over my sore pussy he would pick me up nearly every night and we would go back to his private room in his barracks. There he would use my young pussy-hole like a whore and I would be dropped off later at my barracks with a belly full of his cum. My lips started to thicken and my ass eventually strertched wide and his crowning achievement came one night in front of several of his gay friends. All four of them had fucked me almost senseless and I was really stretched open back there. I couldn't believe it when I felt all five of his fingers in my ass and after several minutes of trying his entire huge fist went inside me and soon he had his arm in me almost to the elbow. All the other guys had their turn and soon fisting became a regular part of our activities. Two years later I was transferred but by that time my pussy was huge and just hung open like a small vagina. I could take almost anything inside me. My lips remained puffy and swollen looking all the time now after sucking cock constantly for nearly two years. I could deep throat the biggest cock now and I loved cock-sucking more each time I sucked. I was sent overseas to Germany and it didn't take me long to hook up with a big leather daddy at one of the bars. He was over six foot , five inches tall and made me wear panties all the time and often loaned me out to his friends who would sometimes get drunk and fuck me nearly all night. He only spoke broken English but I learned to love him and I would do anything he wanted me too. He put me in harness one night and ten guys fisted me until I could feel the air blow up inside me. Even after fifteen years I am still a pantied fuck boy and live with two daddys who take care of me. I am their property as well as their friends and I love every minute of it.......I say again, this is a true story and I would love to hear from others who may be interested or into the sub lifestyle...Write me at Reddyone@webtv.net

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Life with Joey: Barn Sex GAY MALE; 'LIFE WITH JOEY: Reunion #4: Barn Sex' {Bud_83@hotmail.com} ( M^M, MM, bd, fetish—jockstrap & leather) [ 4 | ? ] Date: 8/2/2001 WARNING: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to individuals, living or dead, is purely coincidencidental. Do not read this story if you are offended by man-to-man sex, abusive/offensive language. Do not read if you are underage or it is prohibited according to the laws governing the geographical location wherein you dwell. There is sex between males, this episode will focus on major domination. There are degrading language and situations. There is bondage. There is unsafe sex practiced, and it is not adviced to attempt this in real life. Stories are fun because there are no real ramifications . . . Life isn't as forgiving. All participants are consenting adults, even if they are fictitious. Not all of these factors will be present at all times, and I will warn you when they do exist. (As they say, "Forewarned is forearmed"—[four-armed] don't you wish!—ahem . . . I'm only testing if anybody reads these things.) Enjoy! Copyright 2001 by Chet English. Permission is granted to Nifty Archives to post one copy. No part may be copied, reproduced, republished, or reposted without written permission from the author. LIFE WITH JOEY REUNION #4: Barn Sex WHAT WENT ON BEFORE . . . Following the blazing sex, Moses moved around in front of Finch and said, "That was fucking awsome! I can't wait until we do this again!" I was stunned when Finch looked directly at me and replied, "Moses, it happened this once. That's it. I've got other plans . . . Permanently." Moses got a hurt expression on his face then sneered, "Oh, yeah? Well, what if I just leave you two in here for a few days, and then we'll see what we see!" Finch looked him dead in the eye and said, "You could, but it still won't happen." I didn't know how Finch could be so calm. I was strung out from everything that had happened in the last six hours. It began when some old high school classmates decided they would "have their way with me" for nearly four hours. Then, Finch stayed behind and had me beg him to fuck me, which I did; however, while that was going on, Officer Moses Riggs showed up and decided he wanted to have his way with Finch. Riggs brought us to this barn and more sex ensued, but he wants more from Finch. Which brings us up to this moment. I was tired—physcially and emotionally spent—I needed sleep. Now, Moses was threatening to leave us tied up naked in a barn, God-knows-where, and Finch is as cool as ever. "FUCK YOU THEN!" I was struck by the emotion poured behind Moses' words. I was certain there was something much deeper going on here than I was privy to; something that had happened long before I returned that only now had broiled into a stormfront. Moses turned, stalked to where he had dropped his clothes and was bending over to get them when we heard the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked. All heads swung immediately in the direction of the sound. In the shadows cast by the Coleman lantern, I couldn't make out much: a tall man with a pistol pointed in our direction. "Don't move a muscle," growled the shadow. I suppressed a shudder. This was getting way too much for me. Moses froze where he was; his hand, however, continued to waver a bit toward his discarded holster. "Reach for it, and I'll blow you a new asshole, fucker!" Moses became immoble. "I'm a cop!" he said, trying to alleviate the situation. "I know who the fuck you are. I said don't move!" came the gruff reply. "You don't want to fuck with me, buddy! Only bad shit will happen if you do," Moses went on, a little less sure. "Shut the fuck up and assume the position! FACE IN THE DIRT, MUTHERFUCKER!" There was no disputing the authority in the voice. Moses slowly dropped to his knees then prostrated himself. "That's right, shithead. Fucking kiss the dirt. GET YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD, NOW!" Moses' hands shot to his head. I must have gasped as the shadow-form moved forward into the light. He glanced at me and I shut up immediately. He strode forward in what seemed like three steps, holstered his pistol, and pulled out his handcuffs. He roughly grabbed Moses' hands and cuffed them behind him. Amazingly, in a motion resembling a curl, with one hand the huge man lifted Riggs to his feet. Riggs swung his head to get a look at his captor and immediately regretted his decision as he was clubbed with a fist to the side of the head. "Don't fucking eye-ball me!" It was said in a low tone, but with unmistakable power and intent. To his captor's amusement, Moses quickly looked down at his feet. "Yeah, that's what I thought. I always knew you were a pussy!" The huge man grabbed the subdued officer's bubble-ass and squeezed it. Even in the harsh light and shadow of the room, I could see Moses turning red from head to toe. I couldn't tell if it was from anger or humiliation. The large man wrapped one leather gloved hand around Rigg's throat. He ran his other hand up and down Riggs' cleft as he leaned in closer to the slightly smaller man's ear and snarled loudly enough that Finch and I could hear it too, "You act real tough behind your badge . . . swaggering . . . cocky . . . swinging your dick around . . . thinking you're a badass . . . playing at being butch . . . bringing perps to your little dungeon to get your jollies . . . fucking guys' asses. . . knowing they won't tell because it'd be too embarassing . . . Yeah, I saw you fucking Finch . . . I saw you shove your big dick into his ass . . . I saw you trying to be tough . . . but all the while you were wanting this!" Without warning the large man shoved two fingers into Riggs' ass. "ARGH! . . . UHHHnnnn! . . . ahhhhh! . . . ." Moses grunted in pain then subsided in to something more agreeable. The large fingers began a rolling, pushing and pulling motion inside. "Isn't this what you've wanted . . . Pussy?" Finch and I looked on as this scene unfolded before us. I watched for a moment then turned my attention to Finch. He was getting hard again. He must have felt my staring because our eyes met the next moment. He gave me his grin and then turned back to see what was going on. "ANSWER ME WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION, WORM!" That got my attention again. My head swung toward the shouting. "Yes!" came the quiet reply. "WHEN YOU ADDRESS ME YOU WILL SAY 'SIR, YES, SIR!' DO YOU HEAR ME, MAGGOT?" "Sir, yes, sir!" "SIR, YES, SIR, WHAT!" "Sir, yes, sir! I've wanted to . . . ." Riggs' voice trailed off. The hand around his throat moved to his jaw and forced his head backwards, chin pointed toward the ceiling. "You've wanted what?" the steely voice sneered. I could see the mustache moving against Moses' ear. I imagined the feel of the hot breath and the prickly hair on my own ear. Like Finch, I was getting turned on. And, as I surveyed the sight, Moses was so hot that his nine inch cock was slapping his abdomen in his excitement. "Sir! . . . ," Moses began but stopped again. "COME ON, PUSSY! TELL ME WHAT IT IS YOU'VE BEEN WANTING! IS IT THIS?" The big man finished his question by pulling his fingers out of Moses' ass and then prodded against him with his full crotch. Moses Riggs responded by moaning, then remembered who he was dealing with, "Ohhhhhh! . . . SIR! YES, SIR! I'VE BEEN WANTING COCK IN MY ASS, SIR!" "Now you sound like you've got a pair!" the larger man crooned into Riggs' ear. "Keep this up and you might earn what you've been craving." "Ohhhhh, Sir! Yes, Sir!" Moses gurgled as the large, probing fingers were re-inserted in his ass. I found myself musing over the fact that there always was a bigger fish in the sea, even in our small pond. Ray and the rest are big, Finch and Moses are bigger, and now . . . . Yeah, I recognized this guy. He had been at our reunion. Like all the others, I hadn't seen him in ten years. My parents had, out of a misguided notion that I cared to know, continued to fill me in on some of these people, however, and Cole was one of them. Small towns are like that. He had joined the ROTC in college and then served a tour in Germany as a lieutenant. Since then, Cole returned home, joined the sherrif's department, and now here he is with his fingers up Moses' ass, barking out orders and having them taken. Cole was the other male red head in our class. I had never been in any classes with Cole in school, which is odd considering our names begin with the same last letter. So, I've never seen him in the showers at school, not even during our eight grade year when he was in football and we were both in track. Cole is a powerful 6' 3" and it seems he has worked himself up to a mass of muscles. He isn't Mr. Universe or anything grotesque, but he has packed his frame with 100% lean, mean, All-American beef. And, by the bulge up front, I imagine he is packing a massive sausage there too. He looked great in his tight-fitting brown and tan uniform. His shiny black boots were massive, at least a size 14. I was drawn out of my revery once again by Cole talking to Moses. "You ought to know better than to leave your cruiser parked out in the open where I could see it. I came here to check that there wasn't anything shady going down, and here I find you . . . fucking Finch's ass . . . " he was suddenly interrupted by Moses. "He wanted me to . . . ." Big mistake on his part, Moses shut his mouth after he was boxed upside the head again. It wasn't a cold-cock or anything, just a reminder of to whom he was speaking. "Don't ever get in my jurisdiction again, Pussy! You want to bring some ass out here, that's your business, but don't do it when you're in your cruiser. I didn't call this in right away, and it's a good thing I didn't. Do you know what the fuck they'd do if they knew you were out here . . . What you do out here . . . ?" Cole let his voice trail off. "You're really going to have to earn my good graces to keep this one quiet." "Sir! Yes, sir! I'll do whatever it takes, sir!" Moses is pretty good at this, I thought. "Yeah, that's a good boy. Now, what can you do that will help pursuade me to be quiet?" "Sir! Let me ride your cock, sir!" Moses snapped out. "Huh, ride my cock? Boy, do you know what you're asking for?" Cole chuckled. "Sir! Please, let me ride your cock! I'll show you why you should be quiet, sir!" came Moses' reply. "Well, since you're sure," Cole grinned, "Pussy-boy. GET ON YOUR KNEES!" Moses dropped without hesitation. He stared directly into the crotch ahead of him. Cole stepped back saying, "Oh, no, pussy-boy, you don't get at my dick that quickly. You're going to earn it I said." Moses was visibly disappointed. He seemed to like Cole controlling him. His dick bobbed and jumped with excited frustration. Cole walked over to a cot by one of the walls and grabbed a blanket. He returned and spread the blanket on the floor between them and then began to undress three feet in front of Moses. He dropped his hat, revealing his close-cropped red hair. Closely following his hat, Cole slowly opened his belt buckle and let the heavy utility belt swing slowly toward the floor. Next he unfastened the belt to his pants and the button beneath. He turned his face to me and smirked sideways over his shoulder, "Am I doing this right?" Moses got a confused expression on his face and momentarily glanced my way, but quickly went back to "standing at attention" as it were. Cole continued removing his clothes. He unclipped his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a white undershirt. Cole pulled the undershirt out of his pants and, with one of those sexy crossed-hand manuvers, extended his arms above his shoulders, and pulled the shirt over his head, exposing his hairy chest. I was amazed to see exactly how hairy it is. Red heads don't tend to have hairy bodies, but it seems that Cole is an exception. Even from my sideview, I could see how thick his chest hair is. As the shirt hit the dusty floorboard, I was drawn to his back muscles. I find muscles fascinating, how they knot and flex. It was also nice to note that he doesn't have any hair on his back. I find that an instant turn-off. Cole moved in to a position directly in front of his slave and stood there above Moses, bare chested . . . virile. He allowed Moses to look at him, and Moses was careful not to make any eye contact. It was clear that Moses was looking forward to the rest of the unveiling. Cole placed one booted foot between Moses' legs. Without saying a word, Moses knew he was to close his legs and hold the boot in place while Cole removed his foot. Each foot was removed in succession, hastily followed by a sock which were tossed away. The boots resounded with loud thuds where they were dropped next to Moses' thighs. Cole leered down at the top of Riggs' flat top and sneered, "GET MY ZIPPER DOWN, BOY!" Moses shot forward like he was fired from a cannon. He mouthed and grunted contentedly at the small golden zipper. I watched in awe as the large bulge in Cole's pants grew massive. I had thought he was hard already, but it seemed I was mistaken. As Riggs rooted around in Cole's crotch, Cole's cock began to respond by filling out his already obscenely full crotch. His dedication paying off, Moses gave one final grunt that was followed by the sound of the zipper making its way down to its terminus. Cole pushed Riggs away from his crotch. "Enough, pussy-boy. Just sit there and look at what you're gonna get," Cole opened the flaps of his fly and uncovered a worn jockstrap which was stretched to capacity by the looks of it. His pants needed coaxing to allow gravity to do its job. Even so, I found myself holding my breath in anticipation for the unveiling. The room seemed to pause, held suspened in expectancy. Three mouths dropped in silent homage to the sight revealed to us. The firm, round, perfectly bulbous mounds of his ass were covered in red fur and framed by the yellowing straps of his jock. Beyond that, however, was the mammoth swell of flesh that distended the confines of the jock-pouch. The ungodly thing about it was that it was still growing! I had never seen a dick so large except in pornos or cast in latex. Cole grunted with pleasure at our responses, seized Moses by the back of the neck and taunted, "Are you ready to live the fantasy, pussy-boy?" Moses responded enthusiastically, "SIR! YES, SIR!" Cole moved his feet and stepped back into his boots, summoning a sigh of approval from Moses. The county deputy applied only a little pressure to Moses' neck. Just before Moses' mouth made contact, Cole jerked his crotch away together with pushing Moses aside. The ungratified whimper was audible at my distance, as was Cole's derisive snort. "Keep dreaming, pussy! You'll get it when I tell you and not before!" "Sir, yes, sir!" came Riggs' lackluster reply. "You don't seem too enthusiastic, cowpoke." "Sir! yes, sir! I mean . . . SIR! NO, SIR! . . . I MEAN, SIR . . . " Moses stammered. Cole scoffed and looked down at the frustrated city-cop on his knees between Cole's booted feet begging to suck his monster-filled supporter. "You don't sound so sure right now. Maybe I'll just go and let you think about this for a while." "SIR! NO, SIR! I'M SURE, SIR! LET ME DO YOU, SIR!" came Moses' Cole let go of Moses' head and let him come at his jock-covered cock. "Go real slow for me . . . show me how much you want my big-ol'-dick!" Moses stopped short of contact. He moved his face inches from his goal and sniffed around like an animal scenting another animal. This got a grunt of approval from Cole. Moses continued until his nose was beneath Cole's sack, then he burried it and inhaled deeply. Then the commands began in earnest, "Awww, yeah! Sniff my balls . . . Get your mouth all wet and slobbery workin' up an appetite for what you're gonna get . . . . C'm-on, Moze, detail my jock! . . . get it all sloshy with your spit, man." Moses began working his tongue slowly around the nadir of the jock pouch, paying close attention to the bulbous knob protruding there. I was perplexed at how Cole could stand the restraining pressure of his jockstrap. It looked as if it would rip at any moment as the cock inside continued to expand. Moses seemed to realize this too and started a using his chin and mouth in a sluggish bobbing/kneading motion in an attempt to free the monster cock-knob. The movement caused a sensuous growl to escape Cole's lips. Evidently the ribbed texture of the pouch was grazing across the head of his dick as it was forced toward the side of the pouch and producing a great sensation. Moses' own growling came in quick succession. I had to marvel at his restraint. He never attempted to move quickly at all, obeying his instructions to "go real slow" and "show . . . how much" he wanted Cole's "big-ol'-dick". His reserve paid off, however, when he managed to get his teeth on the gaping side of the jock pouch and free the demon-dick within. "Don't even think about sucking that cock!" Cole ordered. Moses stopped, open-mouthed just above the sticky purple head. He had crouched lower to adjust for the effects of gravity on the pendulous eleven and a half inch cock snaking toward him. I gasped in homage to the biggest dick I have ever seen. It is a beautiful monster—a purple golf ball sized head which takes on the appearance of a bullet when compared to the girth of the shaft. The shaft itself is straight and fat and gives new meaning to the slang term "chubby". It is at least 3 �" in diameter for most of the length of the shaft, but flares out to nearly 5" at the base. It has wicked looking veins meandering its surface. Due to its weight, gravity forces it to droop toward the floor. However, the angry blood coursing through it with every heartbeat compels it to jump, resisting the earthbound forces. Three sets of eyes followed the length of the COCK to where it ended in a patch of dark red hair at its base. The barn was silent except for four heaving chests expelling air. "Just your tongue, pussy-boy; just your tongue . . . ." came Cole's horny whisper. Moses Riggs let his tongue slide forward to make contact with his smoldering goal. I glanced down at my own hard cock and then over at Finch. We were both dripping copious amounts of pre-cum and our dicks were dancing wildly in the harsh yellow light of the camping lantern. Our breathing was coming in excited rasping tugs and our chests heaved with seeming exertion. "Ummmmm . . . you're good with your tongue, Mose . . . ." Cole voiced his endorsement of Riggs' tongue-job. "Lick up and down the shaft . . . Ohhhh, yeah! . . . that's it! . . . real slow for your master." Moses kept at Cole's bone for minutes, licking in torturous languor where he was directed. Finally, Cole gave the okay for Moses to attempt to take the head into his mouth. With reckless abandon, Moses over-estimated his ability to handle the timber he was sawing on and caused himself to gag by going too deep on the first plunge. Cole pushed Moses' mouth off and spit out, "I FUCKING TOLD YOU! . . . GO SLOW!" Moses looked anxiously up at his master and pleaded, "SIR! I'M SORRY, SIR! I COULDN'T HELP IT, SIR! PLEASE, GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE, SIR!" Cole gave a curt nod, but warned, "One more chance." Moses quickly adjusted his jaws and attempted another, slower, dive. This time he got his mouth around the golf ball sized head and held it in the cavern of his mouth. Evidently his tongue was doing double-time, however, as Cole gave a satisfied sigh. Moses showed he was a real cock-hound. He worked his way down until he could take in a good nine inches on Cole's enormous penis on a lunge. Cole was impressed by Rigg's finesse and let him slide up and down as much as he wanted. Cole began a series of verbal encouragements for Moses' oral endeavors, "Yeehhh, boy! . . . Go to town! . . . Get as much of that cock as you want, son . . . You gettin' what you want? . . . Huhhhnnn? . . . You gettin' Daddy's meat? . . . Is that what you need, son? . . . You need Daddy's meat?" Moses moved only slightly faster as he heard Cole talking to him. It made me wonder about his fantasies. Did Moses really want his dad's dick? I know I had fantasized about Coach Riggs almost as much as I had about my classmates. I guess then that it made sense that Moses would harbor some sexual fantasies about his hot jock-dad. They let the cock-play and the verbal banter continue a few more minutes. I watched in fascination as Moses' drool ran down the engorged fuck-stick to Cole's large, hairy balls then dripped to the blanket beneath them. The dark red hair gleamed like a dew encrusted spider's web. Again, pangs of envy shot through me as I watched Moses servicing this stud. As the superb blowjob continued, Cole bent over and began to massage his fingers into Riggs' tight asshole. The grunts, moans, groans, sighs and sobs magnified as each man's nerves and senses were stimulated. "You play a mean meat-whistle, boy! . . . You ready for the big prize, boy? . . . Are you?" Moses almost reluctantly removed his mouth to answer, "Sir! Yes, sir! I'm ready, sir!" Cole smiled, removed his fingers, playfully slapped his dick-slut's rounded mounds, and then stepped away to remove his jock. He wadded it up and threw it at me. I was glad he was on the basketball team at this point because he managed to hook it on my head. I bit ahold of it to keep it in my mouth. The mixture of Moses' saliva and Cole's sweat and other juices were acrid to my tongue but welcome as I sucked in the smell and taste. This caused Cole to grin and wink at me. Cole returned his attention to Moses Riggs. "LICK MY BALLS!" Moses went to task and was sucking Cole's gargantuan nuts in their low-hanging sack. They were each about the same size as the head of his cock—the size of golf balls (for real). There was no way he could get them both in his mouth at the same time, but he made due with taking one and then the other to bathe and suckle. Once the deputy was happy with Moses' job, he pushed his head away and lay back on the blanket. Moses kneeled beside his reclining master watching the massive tower of flesh as it lazily flopped around, finally settling on its owner's thigh. "Alright, Moze, time to get it. I want you to straddle me and lower yourself, . . . but only when I tell you!" Cole ordered. Moses struggled to get up to a standing position. Having been kneeling for a long time, and with his hands locked behind his back didn't make it an easy task. But, being in good physical shape and an excellent athlete, Moses made it look effortless as he gained his feet and stood astride the man whose commands he followed. "That's it, Moze . . . . Are ya hot for it? . . . Are you craving my horsedick? . . . Tell Daddy " "SIR! I'M READY SIR! PLEASE LET ME SIT ON YOUR HOT COCK, SIR!" Moses begged for it. Cole moved his hand down to grasp his throbber and aimed it perpendicular to his body so Moses could line his hungry hole up with it. I didn't know how Moses thought he could take it, but he was definately eager to try. "ALRIGHT, BOY . . . . SIT!" Moses began to bend his knees. ". . . SLOWLY . . . I WANT TO SEE YOU SQUIRM FOR IT! . . . " Cole would let Moses lower himself then make him stand. The frustration was mounting as Moses watched Cole's arm stroke up and down, but couldn't see his prize. Cole kept this up for about five minutes and the effect had Moses ragged with lust. Cole finally let Moses down to within an inch of his cock head then made him hold there for a couple of minutes until his thighs began to quiver from the strain. After an agonizing minute of this torture, Cole bucked upward and his cock-head made contact with Moses' hole. This got a heated response out of Moses. "AHHHHH! YES! SIR!" Cole pulled back and rammed upward again, never breaking the ring of Moses' tight hole. "Are you EVER going to leave your jurisdiction again?" "UHHHNNNN! . . . SIR! NO, SIR!" "How do I know you're not lying to me, pussy? "SIR! IF I'M LYING, SIR, YOU CAN FUCK ME!" "SHIT, BOY! I CAN DO THAT ANYTIME . . . ANYWHERE . . . I FEEL LIKE IT! CAN'T I? . . . WHAT ELSE?" "UGHNNN! SIR? I DON'T KNOW, SIR! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, SIR! JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!" "I'LL THINK ABOUT IT! . . . NOW! YOU LOOK LIKE YOU NEED TO SIT DOWN! . . . DO YOU, BOY? . . .DO YOU NEED TO SIT?" "O! SIR! YES, SIR! PLEASE LET ME SIT DOWN SIR!" "Alright, boy, but only go as far as I tell you! YOU GOT IT?" "SIR! YES, SIR!" "REPEAT IT!" "SIR! YES, SIR! I CAN ONLY GO AS FAR AS YOU TELL ME, SIR!" "Good boy . . . SIT!" "UHHHH! . . . OHHHHH! . . . AWWWW! . . . GNUHHHH!" Moses slid down two inches on the 11 �" horsedick. The strain of taking such a large dick was expressed as both heaven and hell on Moses' face. "STOP!" Cole pushed him up until only the head of his cock remained, "You're going to keep your pussy town-cop ass within city limits?" Moses whimpered for more cock. "AWWWWW! . . . SIR! YES, SIR!" Again, Moses slid down on Cole's super-cock, this time taking four inches. Cole clasped Moses' thighs with his vise-like grip and repelled him entirely off of his dick."STOP!" "UHHHHNNNN! SIR! I NEED IT BADLY, SIR! PLEASE! . . . ." The rest of his plea went unspoken as his eyes met Cole's, then quickly moved away before his error registered with his master. Cole ignored the breech in slave etiquette, "PROVE IT!" Moses groaned in horney approbation. It was a simple order and one with which Moses was eager to comply. He began a slow decent on the pulsing meat pole, stretching his aching asshole to the limit. Nonetheless, in moments Moses' moans of aggravation turned to howls of pleasure as the huge knob spread his hole again for its enterance and began the long, slow journey into Moses' nether regions. It took him a few minutes to sink all the way down, but he managed to work himself until he was sitting in Cole's lap. Cole began talking hoarse, lusty words that made all of us groan in horny response. "Shit, Moze, all these years you let everybody think you were a pussy-hound, but you're nothing but a prick-crazed faggot! Well, you're gonna get all the fuckin' cock you want and more from now on . . . ." Cole held Moses down against his pubes, then slapped his ass with his gloved hands. "Yeah! Ohhhh, fuck! . . . Your hole is so tight and hot! . . . Get ready to ride my cock, Moze!" Moses wiggled himself into a better position to ride this meat-bronco. His wiggling brought out grunts of vigorous approval from Cole beneath him. "OHHH! SIR! You're stretching me out, SIR! . . . I can feel you pressing out from behind my stomach! . . . OHHHHHH, DAMN! . . . Your dick is so fucking hot, SIR! . . . You're burning my insides!" Moses was bouncing up and down now in heated movements. Cole let out with a stream of his own lecherous cries, "AWWW! FUCK YEAH! . . . OHHHH, YEAH! . . . RIDE MY DICK WITH YOUR TIGHT ASS! . . . OHHHH, SON, YEAH! . . . RIDE . . . UGHNNN! . . . RIDE ME! . . . AHHH! YOU'RE . . . UMMMMM! . . . SO . . . GAWDAMN!. . . FUCKING . . . GRAHHHH! . . . TIGHT! . . . HUHHHNNNNN! Moses, encouraged by the sounds of pleasure coming from his new master, increased his speed. "STOP!" Moses' eyes shot open and went as round as sausers when he heard the command! "GET UP!" Moses Riggs forced himself off of the giant dick. He was clearly not happy about it, but he had to do as his master commanded. The golf ball-head came out with a plop echoed by Moses' disgruntled snort. Moses dismounted and quickly kneeled. Cole stood then said, "ON YOUR BACK!" Moses scrambled to lie down fast enough. In his zeal to comply, however, he forgot his cuffs and crushed his arms uncomfortably beneath himself. Not waiting for him to adjust his position, Cole grabbed Moses' knees and pulled them up to his waist. This brought Moses up into a tripod position on his head, neck and shoulders with his cuffed hands jutting out impotently. "HOLD ON WITH YOUR KNEES, BOY!" That was all the warning Moses got before he was impaled again on Cole's manhood. This time, Cole was in the driver's seat and was intending to pump for all he was worth! He pushed his way in until all eleven and one half inches were burried deeply inside Moses before he wrenched his legs by the ankels and placed them on his shoulders. Cole gripped Moses' ankles tightly and began a sort of hopping motion as he started to pound the tight ass. Both men grew sweaty with their straining and their skin shimmered with each thrust. Their moaning and grunts of passion were coming in quick continuance of one another as they were worked closer to orgasm. Moses begged for Cole to stroke his hard dick, but Cole refused saying, "If you wanna cum, you gotta do it on your own! Every bitch of mine cums while I fuck them, and WITHOUT EVER BEING TOUCHED!" Although torturous, Moses knew his master had spoken. There would be no early release for him. Luckily, Cole knows how to fuck, in fact, he gave new definition to the term "long-dicking". On each inward and outward stroke, Cole's cock would prod Moses's prostate. Aside from making his cock leak profuse amounts of pre-cum that dripped down to splash his upper chest, neck, and face, it started little ripples of pleasure that began to cascade and roil and mount within his body. The redoubling effect as the tension and pleasure mounted and magnified was well on its way to making Moses reach his climax. It didn't take very long for Moses' cries of ecstasy to reach rapturous volumes. He was crying out his pleasure when the first stream of cum shot him in the face, the tail end of it trailing into his open mouth. The subsequent shots left their sticky tracks down his heaving chest and onto his face and neck and into his flat top. The spasming of his orgasm set off contractions in his ass which was enough to start Cole's orgasm. "AWWW! FUCK! . . . HERE IT COMES! . . . GET READY, BOY! . . . UHHHUHHNNN! . . . I'M GONNA FILL YOU UP! . . . GHHUUUNNNNNNHHHHH! . . . HGUNNNN! . . . TAKE IT! . . . TAKE IT! . . . AHHHHHH!" Cole pulled out and let his huge cock jerk and spasm without touching it as it continued to blast volley after volley of cum onto the helpless Moses below him. His jism shot down on Moses' ass, balls, and dick, and then dripped down to his face and mixed with the cum already there. Cole's spams ended and he shakingly released Moses from his grip. Cole dropped to his knees and then spread himself across his spent partner's body as their heaving chests slowly gained control and resumed normal breathing. Cole remained on top of Moses for a few more minutes, enjoying the feel of the hard flesh beneath him then got to his feet and pulled Moses up with him. Wordlessly he marched Moses over to where Finch was restrained. He turned Moses around, unlocked his cuffs and pushed him against Finch's body. Moses didn't say a word as his arms were pulled backward and locked again behind Finch's back. He could feel Finch's yet to be satisfied dick, hot between them, slicking up his lowerback and round ass cheeks. Cole turned. His boots made a heavy thud as he walked across the barn to where I was tied. Moses and Finch were silently watching Cole's ass as he moved. "I'll be needing this back," Cole said to me as he reached up and took his sopping jock from my mouth. "Joey." Moses' eyes shot to my face and recognition slowly dawned there. I've left this story open-ended and will write so long as people are interested. Email with suggestions, criticism, questions, comments, flames, blah, blah, blah.... Email: Bud_83@hotmail.com

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Cole and Ray, Round 1 LIFE WITH JOEY: The Next Day #8: Cole and Ray, Round 1' {Bud_83@hotmail.com} (M^M, bondage, domination, fetish) [ 8 | ? ] Date: 07/09/2002 WARNING: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to individuals, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Do not read this story if you are offended by man-to-man sex, abusive/offensive language. Do not read if you are underage or it is prohibited according to the laws governing the geographical location wherein you dwell. This episode will focus on bondage, sexual initiation, and verbal abuse. The characters are adults experiencing sexual awakening, and male-male relationships. There are degrading words and both adult and erotic situations. There is unsafe sex practiced, and it is not advised to attempt this in real life. Stories are fun because there are no real ramifications . . . Life isn't as forgiving. Even if they are fictitious, all participants are consenting (although they may begin or seem reluctant). This episode puts me closer to the completion of the series. I expect that there will be three more before it ends. This installment (obviously from the title) deals with the missing Cole and Ray. (I apologize for this taking so long to get out, but aside from a busy life, I wanted to do this one justice.) Enjoy! Copyright 2001 by Chet English. Permission is granted to Nifty Archives to post one copy. No part may be copied, reproduced, republished, or reposted without written permission from the author. GIVING CREDIT WHERE IT IS DUE: This one is for Phil who has been a constant supporter, and Ironguy2 who gave me the idea (different characters than you suggested and slightly different circumstances, I know, but the idea was yours.) And to BGHE who aided in the development of Cole. LIFE WITH JOEY THE NEXT DAY #8: Cole and Ray, Round 1 WHAT WENT ON BEFORE . . . Finch revealed his troubled past to Joey while they spent the day in the barn . . . this is a meanwhile situation . . . . Ray pulled into the lot at the 4-H building. The sun was nearly up and he heard the church bells chime the hour: 7 o’clock. He was pissed with himself about being so late. He had told Joey he would be back in an hour; that would have been 4:45. It had taken him about thirty minutes to get home, so it was 4:15 a.m. When he got there, Theresa was waiting, and true to form, was pissed with him. They fought for about twenty minutes over the same old shit—he was drunk, he didn’t love her, he could go to hell, that sort of thing. Little did she know she was pushing him more and more toward those feelings. However, also true to form, at the end of it all, they wound up in bed and he fucked her silly to appease her. He fell asleep for about an hour and woke when one of the kids went running through the hall. Ray looked at his alarm clock on the nightstand and saw that it was a little after 6 o’clock. “Shit!” he mumbled to himself and rushed to the bathroom for a quick shower. He quickly got dressed and gathered some clothes for Joey. He mentally kicked himself a few more times as he drove quickly to the 4-H grounds. Ray noticed both Joey’s and Finch’s cars were still parked in the lot, but the lights in the building were out. Nervous, he got out of his pick-up; then grabbed the clothes as an after thought. Ray held the clothes in his left hand and against his gut like he would a football back in school. He quickly made his way over to the side door entrance to the men’s room and saw that it was slightly ajar. He opened the door cautiously and called out for Joey. The lights were out and he didn’t see anything from the light that came in from outside. He walked in and reached for the light switch. It didn’t take him long to find Joey’s and Finch’s clothes on the white and black tiled floor. He was both worried and confused by that. Where the fuck could they be and why would Finch’s clothes be there? Ray bolted for the other door out of the restroom that lead into the main hall of the building. Perhaps, he thought, they were out there. It didn’t take him long to discover that they were not there. Ray made his way back to the restroom and picked up the clothes that were left there—Joey’s torn costume and Finch’s khaki shorts, Doc Martins, and his shirts and underwear still balled up as he had them when Ray last saw him. He rolled all of it up in Joey’s cape and turned out the lights. He had just about made it to the side exit when a figure darkened the door. Ray froze; he couldn’t make out anything aside from the fact that the man was huge. “Come on out, Ray.” The deep voice seemed familiar, but Ray was too startled to place it. “Who the fuck are you?” “It’s Cole, Ray. Come on out.” “Cole? Fuck! Listen, man! I ain’t breakin’ an’ ent’rin’, Cole! I sw . . . .” “Save it, Ray! I know you aren’t. Get your ass out here.” Ray guardedly made his way to the door. He didn’t know how he was going to explain the load of clothes in his hands. It wasn’t like he could say it was his laundry. Outside, Cole was standing with his arms crossed and feet spread in an imposing stance. “Look, Cole, I was just . . . .” Ray began but was cut off. “Save it, Ray, I know what you’re doing, I’ve seen Joey and Finch.” Ray, misunderstanding and thinking Joey and Finch had been arrested, immediately became defensive; he couldn’t afford any trouble with the law. “Cole, man, I . . . .” “Ray, just shut up and get over here. You aren’t in any trouble. Joey told me you were bringing him some clothes. Have you been here long?” Still confused, Ray answered, “Naw, not too long, I just got here, really. Where are Joey and Finch?” Cole stared into Ray’s face for a moment before he replied. “They’re out at Riggs’ barn. They sent me to find you and make sure you weren’t freaked out.” Ray was still confused. “What’re they doin’ out ta Riggs’? How’d ya find ‘em? What the fuck’s goin’ on? Cole walked the remaining distance between the two of them and put his big hand on Ray’s shoulder. “Come on, we’ve got to move their cars and then take them their clothes. I’ll explain once we get their cars over to my place and are on our way to the barn.” Cole drove Joey’s car while Ray followed in his truck. It took them three trips before all of the vehicles were at Cole’s place. Cole invited Ray in while he took the opportunity to shower and change. As Cole showered, he had Ray sit on the toilet so he could explain thing to him. More than a few times, Cole caught Ray eyeballing him when he was getting into the shower and then afterwards while he was drying off. “So Riggs took them out there and had a big ol’ orgy?” Ray said, making a poor attempt at avoiding staring at Cole as he dried his back. Cole finished drying off and instead of wrapping the towel around his waist, he put it over his left shoulder and turned to the sink and mirror. He could see that Ray was checking him out. He acted like he didn’t notice and enjoyed the audience. Cole was a bit of an exhibitionist and loved to show his body off at any occasion he could. Knowing Ray’s new inclinations, Cole had a perfect opportunity that just might lead to other prospects. Ever heeding the knock of opportunity, Cole wasn’t about to pass up a chance at getting Ray to mess around. Of course, there was the problem that Ray might not be ready for it and that he probably wasn’t a willing bottom, but Cole wasn’t going to concern himself with those issues at the moment. No, right then, just having Ray checking him out was enough to begin with. “I wouldn’t call it an orgy, but yeah, they were fucking around.” Cole understated. “Whew, what a fucking night!” Ray shook his head in wonderment as he adjusted his slightly hard cock in his jeans. Cole notice the movement but avoided saying anything about it. Instead, he shifted his hips a little as he finished up at the sink and allowed his eyes to catch Ray staring at his muscular ass mounds one more time. He kept his ample dick pressed against the cold porcelain to aid in keeping it flaccid. Ray looked up at the last minute and knew he had been caught. Shy about it, he quickly looked down and away at the door. Ray got up and rubbed his sweating palms against his thighs. “Well, I guess I’ll wait for you out in the living room while you get dressed.” He quickly moved past Cole and made his way out. Cole just smiled and let him go; he knew he would have Ray sooner than either would expect if he were any judge of human character. He smirked to himself once more, grabbed a white t-shirt, pulled on a pair of jeans, and slipped on his running shoes then made his way out to the living room. Ray was sitting on the couch and looking out the window when Cole came into the room. Ray did a double take as he noticed that Cole hadn’t bothered to button up his 501’s nor had he bothered to put on any underwear. He tried to cover up his glance, but he knew he had been caught again. Cole just smiled at him and pulled his tee over his head and down his powerfully built chest and abs. He tucked the shirt into his jeans and then slowly buttoned up, standing only a few feet in front of Ray. Ray’s eyes bounded from Cole’s crotch to his eyes then away. “Heh, heh, uh, yeah…. You eaten?” Cole made no attempt at easing the sexual tension between the two. “Uh, no . . . no I haven’t.” Ray responded. “Well, I’ll get something for us. You like eggs and bacon?” “Yeah… eggs and bacon’ll be great.” “Good, while I cook the food, you can put those clothes into the wash. It’s out back.” While Ray took care of Joey’s clothes, Cole cooked up the food and he and Ray ate in relative silence. When they were done, Cole packed up some leftovers in a plastic box and they went out to Ray’s truck. Ray drove out to the barn. When they arrived, they got the clothes and food and went into the barn. It was dark, but their eyes soon adjusted to the gloom. Cole led them to the back where they found Joey and Finch asleep in each other’s arms on the cot. They looked at the two naked men sleeping soundly. Cole tapped Ray on the shoulder with the back of his hand and nodded toward the door. Ray set the clothes and the box of food at the foot of the cot without waking the sleepers, but managed to get a good eye-full as he left. The two men walked out of the barn as quickly and quietly as they could. Outside, Cole and Ray got back into Ray’s truck. That is when Ray asked Cole, “Do you think it's safe ta leave them there like that?” The concern in his voice was evident. “Are you kidding? Safe? Who the hell will bother them out here?” Ray shrugged and said, “Naw, that ain't what I meant. I meant is it safe to leave Joey with Finch.” Cole glanced sideways at Ray and watched as his adam's apple jumped as he swallowed. “Are you kidding me? Did you notice how those two were lying together? Did you smell the sex and sweat?” Ray only swallowed again and set his jaw in a tight clinch. Cole could almost hear Ray's teeth grinding. He knew there was something more to this than what little he had been told. He was going to figure this one out. Cole looked over at the pensive Ray. “Hey, you want to hang out at my place for a few hours? We can come back later and pick them up.” Ray returned his gaze to Cole, who had his hand in his crotch and was sort of squeezing it; he didn’t say anything, but he nodded then looked back at the road. They rode in silence the rest of the ride. Ray squirmed in his seat the entire time as Cole unashamedly checked him out. It was obvious that he liked what he saw; it was obvious what he wanted; and it was equally obvious what was going to happen when they got back to Cole’s. Cole simply stared at Ray. He looked at the way the early sun made his straight dark hair shine as it hung in his pale blue eyes. He looked at how his Adam’s apple rose and fell as he tried to drive without showing how nervous and sexually excited he was. Cole looked at Ray’s muscular arms and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as his breathing quickened. Cole held back a laugh when he reached over and squeezed and rubbed Ray’s thigh. Ray nearly jumped out of the cab at Cole’s touch; he fought to keep the truck on his side of the road, swerving just a little until he corrected it. Cole knew he was getting to Ray. Ray fought to keep his composure as Cole let his hand rest on Ray’s thigh for the remainder of the ride, every once in a while Cole would trace little circular patterns with his ring and pinky finger on Ray’s inner thigh. The motion caused Ray to squirm even more, but he never asked Cole to remove his hand. Cole refrained from reaching any higher up Ray’s leg into his crotch. He could see the bulge that was there; he could wait. Cole wanted Ray to ask for it. He understood they both knew the score. Cole could be patient. They soon arrived at Cole’s ranch-style house. It was on the outskirts of town and secluded enough from neighbors. Cole had thought ahead and bought six lots and built in the center of them. He had landscaped the edges of his acreage with poplars and evergreen hedges on the right and left and along the back. The front of the property had a brick and iron fence also with hedges to complete the privacy wall. Cole was proud of his house. He had a swimming pool and hot-tub put in last summer and rounded off his patio with a grill and redwood furniture. His time in the military had taken him overseas and he liked oriental architecture, so he had added elements of that to his backyard. He was especially proud of his stone garden. He had spent hours there; Zen had become an interest of his. “Come on, we’ll go out back and have some beers.” Cole led Ray into his house and out to the pool. He went right to the bar, grabbed a couple of longnecks, popped the tops, and walked back to the lounge chairs. Ray was already sitting, so Cole handed him his beer, set his down then stripped off his clothes. Ray nearly spit out his beer and was coughing when it had gone down the wrong pipe. “What’s the matter?” Cole was playing it up. “Noth . . . *cough* . . . ing . . . *cough* . . . *ahem* . . . nothing,” Ray choked out, openly gaping at Cole’s body. “Well then, if there’s nothing wrong, why don’t you get out of those clothes and catch some rays, Ray?” Cole chuckled to himself over that one. Ray couldn’t come up with any good reasons why he shouldn’t, so he shrugged and peeled off his shirt. He was a bit embarrassed about having a hard-on, so he was reluctant to remove his pants. Cole noticed Ray’s shyness and coaxed him, “Come on, Ray; it’s just us guys here, you can get naked. Enjoy the fucking sun, man.” He reached for the top button on Ray’s 501’s and gave it a tug. The button-fly was well worn and what was intended to open only the top button ended up popping the top four. Ray gave a slight grunt of surprise, but otherwise held any objections. Cole decided to keep pressing his advantage and went to Ray’s feet. He pulled off his shoes. First the left one and the sock, then moved to the right foot. He grabbed the cuffs of the legs and pulled Ray’s jeans down and off in a quick maneuver, inadvertently pulling his boxers halfway down as well. The result had Ray’s beer can cock pulled quickly down and snapping back to slap against his stomach with a loud “thwap”. Ray yowled in surprise, but Cole only smirked. Cole ended by grabbing hold of Ray’s boxers that had wrapped around his knees and jerked them off too, then tossed the jeans and boxers to the side. He smiled down and Ray, who just looked up at him, then sat on his own lounge chair, lay back and closed his eyes. Every so often he would drink from his beer and look over at Ray. Ray, on the other hand, was not handling this with the same self-confidence. He guzzled his beer and tried to will his cock to go down. He had just about managed it when Cole reached over and tweaked his nipple, asking, “So, do you need another beer?” The pinch went right to Ray’s dick, which jumped to full bore instantly. He couldn’t speak, so Cole smiled, got up, and said, “I’ll get you one anyway. It looks like you could do with another.” Ray didn’t take his eyes off of Cole as he walked over to the bar and got two more beers. His eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets when Cole returned with a semi-erection and doing muscle-ups as he walked back. Cole sat on the edge of Ray’s chair and ran the cold beer along Ray’s dick. It made Ray gasp. Cole smiled again and Ray looked away sheepishly as he reached for the bottle. He mumbled a meager “thanks” and Cole returned to his own lounger. Ray gulped down his second beer and Cole handed him the remainder of his. Ray wasn’t thinking clearly as it was, so it didn’t really matter that it was still early in the morning and he was drinking. Cole kept the supply of beer going and Ray kept on drinking. After his sixth or seventh beer, Ray was getting wasted. Cole wasn’t trying to get Ray drunk to take advantage of him; no, he had other plans entirely. Cole already knew he could have Ray whenever he wanted. This was something else. “So, Ray, what really happened last night after everyone left the reunion?” Cole was sitting next to Ray again, he gently rubbed his hand up and down Ray’s inner thigh, keeping him both off balance and turned on. “Wha’d’ya mean?” Ray asked the beers were taking effect, but he was far from plastered. “Come on, Joey and Finch and you? What the hell happened? Joey told me a little, but I want to know the whole thing. Come on, Ray, tell me what happened.” Cole punctuated his cajoling by wrapping his hand around Ray’s dick and stroking it a little. “I won’t tell anybody; I just want to know what you guys did . . . . You know, the graphic details.” Cole grinned lewdly, showing his perfect white teeth, one of his many sexy traits. Ray groaned in response to both being gripped and Cole’s sexiness. “Come on, Ray. Tell me.” It was obvious that Cole was going to get what he wanted. Buzzed or not, Ray would have told Cole anything he wanted, just as long as he kept working his dick with his strong hand. Now all of this had Cole’s cock working too. Ray stared, mesmerized by the big twelve incher as it began its cobra dance before him. Ray reached out to grab hold of the monster, but Cole caught him by the wrist, “Uh, uh, boy, not until you tell me what I want to know. Tell me what happened, and we can get down to some serious business.” That was all it took to loosen Ray’s mouth. Ray spilled it all, how Finch came up with the idea to jump Joey, who was there, what they did, how he stood up to Finch, and how bad he felt about what he had done to Joey. He didn’t miss an action. When he was finished, he made another move for Cole’s meat. Cole grabbed hold of his wrist again. He stood up and pulled Ray to his feet and lifted him in his arms. Ray put his hands around Cole’s neck and closed his eyes. Cole put his mouth to Ray's. At first he met resistance but his insistent tongue forced its way through Ray’s lips and began a deep cavity search, fighting around Ray’s tongue. Suddenly Ray stiffened and pushed off from Cole. “What?” Cole’s brown eyes looked into Ray’s blue ones. “Nothin’ man, I . . . I’m just not sure I want to do this.” “What do you mean you don’t want to do this? Fuck, Ray, you did this with Joey. You did this with Todd. You did this with Dave. You knew what was going to go down when we got back here. What the fuck is your problem? You can’t tell me you don’t want this. Your damn dick is as red and hard as a fucking brick and you’re going to try to tell me that you don’t want to fuck around?” Cole hadn’t lost his temper, but he wasn’t taking any of Ray’s shit either. “You aren’t a cock-tease are you, Ray? You a fag-cock-teaser? You like to get guys all worked up and then leave them hard and no way to get off but their hands? Is that what you do, Ray?” Ray responded, “I ain’t no cock-tease!” Before he could continue, Cole pressed his advantage, “Oh, so you get men all hot and then you go through with it. I’m glad to hear it, Ray. That’s fucking honorable, man. It’s good to know you aren’t going to leave me high and dry here.” Ray shook his head, still a little muddled, “No, that ain’t what I meant. I mean I don’t get guys all hot. I don’t do that shit.” Cole hefted Ray a little in his arms to readjust the weight and to allow Ray to fully appreciate the situation before saying, “Oh no? What the fuck do you call what we’ve been doing and what we’re doing now, Ray?” Ray looked trapped. He didn’t respond verbally, but pushed away from Cole’s massive chest and attempted to get out of his arms. All this did was throw Cole a bit off balance so that he had struggled to right them. Once he managed to steady himself, Cole took three steps toward the pool and tossed Ray in. The look on his face when he surfaced was priceless, and Cole was laughing his ass off. Ray came up sputtering, “Wha’ th’ fuck, Cole?!” Cole just glared at Ray, his laughter stopped just like that. Ray repressed a shudder and slowly swam to the edge of the pool. He pulled himself up and was making for his clothes, but Cole wasn’t going to let him get dressed. “Uh, uh, Ray. No clothes for you until I say so.” Ray was taken back. “Wha’?” “You heard me. You aren’t getting dressed until I say so. You fucking knew what was what; now it’s time to get down to business. The way I see it, you have two choices. You can play along and we both have fun, or you fight me, I kick your ass, and then use it anyway I want. So, what’s it going to be, Ray?” The last was a partial bluff on Cole’s part, but Ray had no way of knowing that. To him it seemed that Cole meant every word he said. Ray shook his head to get the water out of his eyes. His gaze remained glued to Cole’s crotch. Cole stood there lewdly jacking his huge twelve-inch cock to full hardness. Ray gulped at the sight. Cole continued, “Come on, Ray, this morning in my shower, the whole time in your truck, sitting on the lounges, and while you were telling me about what you guys did to Joey—all of that time you’ve been fucking harder than petrified wood. You and I both know how turned on you are by this . . . . We both know how much you want to try some cock . . . my cock . . . . We both know how much you want to punk for me . . . .” Cole kept up the barrage of comments, not letting Ray stop to think for himself. Cole watched Ray’s head bob in motion with the thrumming of his cock as it throbbed and jerked in time to his heartbeat. “Yeah, Ray, yeah . . . You know you want to lick and suck on my dick. It’s cool, man, no one is ever going to know but us, and I’m not telling . . . . Shit, man, we’ll do anything you want. I’ll even let you fuck yourself on my dick if you want to feel what it’s like. Whatever you want to do, Ray. Whatever you want, man . . . .” Ray began slowly to slip to the side of the pool. His ogling eyes never left their target—the purple and red twelve-inch cock that danced and jerked as mesmerizingly as a trained cobra. And, until that image came to his mind, Ray would have gladly been on his knees before the giant of muscle and might standing above him. But, he was drawn back to reality slightly before he pushed himself up on the side of the pool. Cole caught the subtle change in Ray’s body language and, at the last moment, shoved Ray back into the pool. Ray came up angry, “FUCK YOU! LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS FUCKING POOL. FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Cole just crossed his arms over his packed chest and said, “You were almost there, Ray. Why the fuck did you change your mind?” Ray couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Wha’ th’ fuck’re ya talkin’ ‘bout, Cole?” “You were ready to get it on, then you changed your mind again. What’s up, Ray? You know you want this cock; I’m going to give it to you. What is the problem?” “I told you, I can’t. I ain’t no fairy, and I don’t get fucked!” Ray replied. “Not yet, you don’t, but that’s about to change; isn’t it, Ray.” The intent of Cole’s words was unmistakable. No one could have interpreted them as a question. It was a statement of fact that Cole was making. Today would be the day that Ray started getting fucked in the ass. Had he had the time or interest, Cole might have allowed his thoughts to stray to the odd designs of fate. This morning Ray woke up and had never been fucked in the ass. Tonight, when he went to sleep, he would no longer be able to claim that innocence again. However, Cole didn’t allow himself that divergence. Instead, he directed his attention to his swimming pool and the attractive naked man in it who was soon going to be on his back with a huge rod of flesh reaming him out. Just the thought of it made Cole’s dick leak a stream of clear pre-cum, which began its slow-winding track down the burning and pulsing fuck-column to his balls. “Yeah, one way or another, this dick is going to be buried in Ray’s tight ass,” Cole thought. During Cole’s brief daydream, Ray had managed to get out of the pool and was making his way to his clothes, his semi-hard dick leading the way. When Ray was within a few feet of Cole, it got his attention and he moved to intercede. Ray stopped short of his clothes, water dripping off his body as he glowered at Cole. Cole just stared at Ray, who scowled back. “Get the fuck outta m’ way. I’m getting’ dressed ‘n’ leavin’.” Ray tried to shove by Cole, but Cole blocked him. “The fuck if you are. I’ll play your game. You act all tough, like you don’t want to get speared on my man-pike. I can play along if that’s what you need to keep the illusion that you don’t want to take my cop-cock up your ass. Shit, you play it as hard as you want. It sort of turns me on even more to think you’ll try to fight me off.” Ray made his move, but Cole was ready for it. The two men grappled one another. Their scuffle landed them both in the pool, but the struggle continued. Cole had the advantage and he used it. He pushed Ray under and held him there. Ray panicked and in that action was defeated. He knew he was licked and stopped fighting Cole’s superior position. Cole let him up for air once Ray stopped thrashing. Like a lifeguard, Cole held Ray in the crux of his elbow and swam him back, not letting Ray have any control. He liked the rush his power over Ray gave him. To be honest, it made his dick that much harder knowing that he was dominating Ray. He stopped in the middle of the pool, treading water. Cole seethed into Ray’s ear, “What does it feel like being helpless to another man?” He managed to get his other hand into Ray’s crotch and grabbed his thick tube. Ray’s short but fat cock was all steeled up. “It seems as if you’re turned on by being manhandled, huh, Ray.” Ray couldn’t think; he had his hands on Cole’s forearm and kicked with his feet every so often, but he couldn’t do much about his position. His mind was afire with questions and doubt. Cole turned him on, and he turned Cole on. Hell, they had practically been in foreplay since Cole first darkened that restroom door. This was a new twist. What was Cole asking him? He could feel Cole’s hot cock hard against his back. “I don’ know wha’cha mean, Cole,” came his reply. “I mean how does it feel being helpless, at the mercy of a man, like Joey was to you and the others?” Realization finally sunk in and Ray sputtered, “Wha’? ‘Sthis ‘bout Joey, Cole?” “Yeah, this is about Joey, Ray. But not all of it is about Joey,” came Cole’s cryptic reply. “Whadda ya mean it ain’t all about Joey?” “I mean it’s about you and me now, too, isn’t it?” Finally Ray was beginning to understand the peril he was in. Cole wasn’t playing with him and this had the possibility of getting really ugly really quickly. Cole pulled them over to the edge of the pool. He got out and Ray had just gained his feet when Cole pushed him back in the water. “Uh, uh, you stay in there.” “What’re ya goin’ ta do Cole? Ya can’ keep me in here forever!” Ray sputtered in defiance once he resurfaced. “You wanna make a bet? You want outta here, you gotta get past me.” And with that, the gauntlet was thrown. Ray swam for the other side and nearly beat Cole too, but Cole dove in after him and pulled him back before he could climb out. They struggled again, but Ray was no match for Cole in the water. Each time he tried to get away from Cole, it ended the same way. Cole would push him under until he gave up, hold him around the throat with his powerful arm, and then the whole thing would start over again. This lasted for the better part of an hour. Ray was tired, but Cole showed no signs of wearing down. Cole applied a little pressure to Ray’s throat by flexing his arm muscles. A grin spread on Cole’s face, it was cold and cruel; it was the grin of a man in control, a man who enjoyed over-powering other men. Defeated, Ray tried one last, desperate ploy. “Alright, Cole. You win. What’ll it take for ya ta let me outta the pool?” Time and the cool water helped to clear his system of the beers. Cole smirked, “For starters, you can start addressing me as ‘Sir’, you maggot!” Ray couldn’t believe his ears. When had all of this gone sour? Had he just imagined the earlier events of the morning? However, Ray got the message and replied, “O.k., sir.” Cole shook his head, “Not convincing enough, buddy.” Ray’s eyes couldn’t stretch any wider in disbelief. What the fuck did Cole want from him, other than the obvious? Ray wasn’t getting all of it together. He took a couple of breaths to steady himself, and then said again, “Sir, what do you want me to do, sir?” Seemingly appeased, Cole swam them over to the edge of the pool and they got out. The moment Ray got to his feet, he bolted for the house. Cole caught him just as he entered the living room. He grabbed Ray around the waist and tackled him to the floor. They came down in a resounding thud; Ray had the air knocked out of him as Cole landed on top of him. “You fucking piece of shit!” Cole growled into Ray’s ear as he grabbed a handful of dark hair and pushed Ray’s head to the carpet. However, here Ray had a bit of leverage. Here, he could use some of his wrestling moves. Quicker than Cole thought possible, Ray had managed a reversal. Now on top and in control, Ray was working on applying a full nelson. Cole was a basketball player, not a wrestler, but he had learned a little about it thanks to gym class. He knew strength and stamina were on his side, but skill could play a major part in the effort as well. Cole also knew that Ray could cut off his air and make him pass out if he weren’t careful. So began round two. Ray was nearly successful in completing the nelson when Cole used his formidable strength to pull Ray’s right arm away from his neck. Ray fought admirably, but could not repel the superior force of Cole’s muscular arms. In a series of moves and counter moves, the two men raged around the room. Ray tried to break Cole’s superior upper body strength by getting him in a scissors lock around the waist. That had the pitiful effect of allowing Cole to gain an even better position by forcing them over with Ray now on his back and Cole grinning and grunting above him. The two men began to sweat from their exertions. Ray spun out from under Cole and regained his feet. Cole lunged for his calves, but Ray managed to backpedal out of reach. Once again in a neutral stance, the men squared off. Their goals vastly different, Ray only wanted to get away, Cole wanted Ray’s submission—body if not soul. Their eyes never left one another’s as they measured up the situation. Their breathing came in gulps and gasps, but neither was willing to give up. Once again, Cole lunged at Ray, this time getting him around the waist. Ray spun away from Cole so his back was to him and attempted to sit out of the hold. The added pressure of gravity and the dead weight didn’t really have much effect on Cole, but Ray’s sweaty torso gave him the extra help he needed and he slipped out of Cole’s hands. He managed to break away, but was quickly engulfed in Cole’s arms again moments later. Ray reversed direction and ended with his face in Cole’s crotch. Cole smirked and throbbed his hard on. Ray made an effort to avoid contact with the heated flesh-pole, but he hadn’t thought about where he had placed himself. He was simply falling back on his old wrestling days and reacting out of drilled response. Ray let out a derisive snort and attempted to extricate himself from this new predicament. Cole let his grip slide down to the back of Ray’s head and forced him in tight against his crotch. As Ray struggled, he didn’t pay any attention to what Cole was doing. When he managed to pull his face away from Cole’s red pubic bush, Cole had repositioned himself so that Ray was still face-first in his crotch, but now had his legs scissored around Ray’s upper body, trapping Ray’s nose and mouth directly beneath Cole’s balls. Cole continued to apply pressure so Ray got some quality time breathing in his scent. Ray began to sort of whimper and struggle, but couldn’t get out of this hold with any dignity. Cole pressed his advantage. “You know, I’ll let you up if you lick my balls, Ray,” Cole coaxed. At first Ray only squirmed in response. Still, Cole soon felt the unmistakable texture of Ray’s tongue lathing his nut sack. “Nurse on my nuts, boy!” Cole rumbled. “Yeah, boy! Lick ’m good.” Ray had nearly lost all pride as he lapped at Cole’s testicles. Ray didn’t really let himself think. He simply wanted this humiliation to end. He had never really let himself think about things like this when he was wrestling in school. He never thought of it in terms of his submitting. It had been about strength and power, sure, but he had not thought in terms of sexual domination. Once Cole was satisfied with Ray’s tongue bath, he patted his head. He wanted to be sure Ray understood that he was choosing to release him from this position before he unclenched his formidable thigh muscles. Cole continued to smirk at Ray as he let him get his breath. Cole stood and towered above Ray. His hard dick was leaking pre-cum and jerking with each powerful beat of his heart. “Alright,” Cole began, “now we can get down to business. Why don’t you show Daddy you’ve learned your lesson and clean up my dick for me?” Panic suddenly appeared in Ray’s eyes. He hadn’t really submitted; he had only given in to licking Cole’s balls to get out of the situation. Ray still had some fight left in him. Cole was going to have to continue to bust this bronco. Cole made no move to circle or clutch him as Ray got to his feet. Ray continued to look into Cole’s eyes as he edged nearer and then attempted to pass him. He was nearly past him when Cole sidestepped in front of him. Ray looked shocked as Cole grabbed his thighs just below his hairy ass and pulled him toward him. In a second, Ray was flat on his back, his legs splayed around Cole, who was on top of him. Cole attempted to break Ray down and pin him in to submission, but Ray managed to lock his ankles and attempt to scissor Cole again. Cole knew he had to break Ray’s leverage, but he didn’t know how to do it effectively. So, he resorted to a little unfairness and pressed his weight forward and down against Ray’s groin. This didn’t have the immediate effect he was looking for, but once he readjusted, Ray began to feel the pressure and his legs loosened somewhat. Meanwhile, Cole continued his press. Ray gave up on his scissors attempt and tried to arch in a neck bridge. While it did remove the discomfort from his groin, it also had the unexpected consequence of grinding his penis against Cole’s nearly rampant one. This took a bit of the wind out of his sails as he realized that his attempts were merely fanning the flames of Cole’s lust. It also made him go a bit hard at the thought. Still, he didn’t want to become Cole’s fuck-doll-bitch. Invigorated by this thought, Ray managed to turn himself over. He felt a small triumph in that until he felt Cole’s monster dong riding his butt. Cole made a few thrusts and grunted into Ray’s ear to psyche him out. It nearly worked, but Ray knew that Cole couldn’t really penetrate him from that position, Cole would have to pull away to reposition himself, or slide lower on Ray’s back. Either way, Ray would get an opportunity to slip out of this. Sure enough, Ray did get his opportunity, but not the one he had imagined. Cole was trying to get Ray into a half Nelson. In a surprising feat of skill, Ray managed to force himself up on to his knees and get a reversal. Ray was on top for about thirty seconds before Cole turned the tables again. Ray had expected Cole to try to regain his superior position. However, in an astonishing move, Cole simply spun beneath Ray, dove and thrust his arms up around Ray’s waist and stood up. Ray was still on top, but he was now thrown over Cole’s back with his face hanging toward Cole’s rock-hard ass. He let out a startled yelp as he didn’t stop there, however. Cole simply released his grip and let Ray continue face first to the floor. Without wasting a second, Cole just fell back upon him, crushing the air from Ray’s chest, leaving him struggling to breathe and waiting for Cole to finish him. However, Cole was in need of breath himself after their grappling. He pressed himself down on Ray’s back, his chest heaving mightily as he regained oxygen in his system. Though he knew it would cost him if he didn’t succeed, Ray took as deep a breath as he could manage and shoved with all his might. This pushed Cole off him and he made a lunge for the door again. Cole grabbed Ray’s ankle and tripped him to the floor once more. Instead of crawling over him again, Cole used his considerable strength to pull Ray to him. Ray tried desperately to impede his backward motion by grabbing on to nearby furniture, but to no avail. Cole yanked him backward in one great lug, causing Ray to receive some serious friction. His right knee and elbows were definitely rug-burned as he attempted to save his chest, stomach and dick from such a fate. Cole was now sitting above his prone opponent. He gripped Ray’s waist and pushed down as he reasserted his weight to hold Ray there. Desperate, Ray pushed up and spun again, this time endeavoring to throw a punch at his aggressor. He almost fully connected, but for his reach. “You fucking dick!” Cole reacted quickly and pulled back and a way, but not before Ray landed a glancing blow against Cole’s chin. Now Cole was really pissed. He growled, “You’ll pay for that one. I’ll take it out of your hide!” Cole stopped playing “nice” and brought his elbow down into Ray’s back. Ray yelled in pain. With a couple of quick rabbit punches to Ray’s side, Cole put his weight full on his hands and pressed to get up. Ray let out a groan, but lie there. Cole didn’t stop. He pulled Ray up to his feet and then hunched down and wrapped his arms around Ray’s waist. Ray put his hands against Cole’s shoulders and tried to push away. This only helped Cole squeeze Ray’s waist tighter. Cole adjusted his weight and stance and lifted Ray off the floor and pulled him close against him. Ray let out a “woof” as his breath was crushed from him. They looked like that classic statue of Heracles and Antaeus. Cole simply squeezed. He didn’t have to apply pressure long. Like Antaeus, Ray quickly succumbed. All the fight wore out of him; Ray sagged against Cole, defeated. The only sound that followed was their labored breathing as Cole turned slowly and made his way to the patio doors. Tired but steady, Cole carried an exhausted Ray out to the pool and without warning, unceremoniously tossed him into the deep end. Ray came up sputtering, but he didn’t try to swim to the edge. Ray was a conquered man. Cole glowered at Ray until he looked away in deference. “That’s more like it, puke! Now, you stay here and tread water. When I get back, you had better be right here. You got me?!” “Sir, yes, sir!” Ray snapped. Cole let out a smirk and turned his back on Ray. He walked to the garage door and disappeared for a few minutes. Regaining his breath, Ray remained where he was until Cole returned. Ray didn’t like what he saw when he did. Cole came back with a set of weights, a bar with a lot of weight on it to be exact. But that wasn’t all; he also had what looked like chains draped around his neck as well. Cole said, “Get the float over here by the side of the pool, maggot!” Ray quickly complied. “Now, get your ass on the float and shut up.” “Sir!” Ray quickly complied with Cole’s command. He lay on the float by the edge of the pool closest to Cole and waited for his next order. Ray couldn’t figure out what Cole was going to do with the chains and the weights until it was too late. “Give me your wrists, scum!” Ray held out his arms and presented his wrists to Cole. He watched helplessly as Cole put cuffs on him then add a length of chain, put some weights on the other end of the chain and sunk them like an anchor. “Hey, fucker, I just realized that this is an extended weekend for the factory. You aren’t due to work until Wednesday, and I am starting my three days off. Isn’t that lucky for you?” Cole smiled directly into Ray’s face as he said it. “How’s that, sir?” Ray grimaced as Cole reached out and tightened the cuffs. Cole smiled wider at Ray’s continuing to include the sir like he had been told. Ray trained quickly; that is good. “You know, I work nine days on and then get three days off. Pretty standard cycle for a cop. Just so happens that this time, you luck out and we have the same amount of days free from work. That way, we can devote the whole time to your training and getting used to taking my cock up your tight hole, slave.” Cole slapped Ray’s ass for added effect as he said slave. He moved down to the other end of the float and ordered Ray to spread his legs. Ray thought to himself, “Damn, he’s got fuckin’ perfect teeth, too. What th’ hell? When’d Cole become Superman?”; however, outwardly he complied with a crisp, “Yes, sir!” and spread his legs wide to please his master. Cole moved down to Ray’s feet. Cole began to shackle Ray’s ankles. The shackles were cool and uncomfortable and there was a distinct rattle of chain and a pulling at his left ankle. Ray was a bit startled when Cole resurfaced next to Ray on the right. He swiveled his head in time to see Cole placing the chain on the raft and then ducked underwater down to the other foot and the same thing happened on his left. The chains were crisscrossed beneath the float, and Ray guessed what was coming next. Sure enough, Cole removed the handcuff from Ray’s left wrist and then clamped the same wrist back into a shackle on the end of the longer length of chain, which was connected, to his right ankle. Once the procedure was completed on the other hand, Cole took another length of chain and pulled it under Ray’s stomach. It was wound around him once and either end was allowed to hang off the edge of the float, then all Ray could feel was Cole pulling the float through the water out to the center of the pool. When he reached the center, Cole swam up to the head of the float. “Be right back,” Cole smirked and then swam back to the side of the pool. He got out of the pool and began removing weights from the bar. As he grabbed a couple of the weights, Ray watched in curiosity from the float. He noticed the way the water glistened on Cole’s skin and hair; and, try as he might, he couldn’t help but get excited by what he was seeing. Pulling his attention from Cole’s body, he returned to what Cole was doing. Cole looked back over his shoulder at Ray and scrutinized him as if he were fitting him for a new suit. Then he turned back to the weights and selected two of them from the bar. To Ray it looked like they were either seventy-five or one hundred pounds a piece. Cole set the weights by the side of the pool. Once that was completed, he slipped back into the pool and grabbed the first of the two weights, then the second. He piled them on his chest and swam out on his back to the float and then dove beneath the surface with them. Ray waited for Cole to resurface and felt his breath, cool against his shoulder, when he saw Cole over near the side of the pool. Cole sloshed out of the water once again and grabbed the last length of chain and a master lock then proceeded to swim back out to the float. He dove again and Ray waited helplessly, wondering what the hell was going on. It seemed an interminably long span to be under water until Cole broke the surface. When he did, he came up behind Ray. There was a faint sound of rustling chain, and Ray turned his head and watched in silence as Cole began piling a length of it on the inflatable raft, all the while smiling directly into Ray’s face once more. Cole got his breath back and then took hold of the loose chain and ducked under one last time. Ray felt a tug at the chains around his wrists, ankles and waist and knew that Cole was anchoring him to the center of the pool. He still hadn’t figured out why, but here he was: spread eagled on the float and chained in the center of the pool. Ray’s thoughts turned from his quandary when Cole splashed to the surface and flashed him that fucking smile momentarily before cutting a sharp line across the pool. Ray could do nothing but watch as Cole once more exited the pool. Ray had a tough time keeping his eye on Cole as he strained his neck to watch. Cole went about gathering their clothes and then made his way for the house. With a parting glance over his shoulder, Cole ducked into the house and out of sight. To Ray it seemed like hours until he came back out. When he did, he had something in his hand, but Ray couldn’t tell what. A quick dive and mere seconds later, Cole was at the head of the raft with what Ray now recognized as a bottle of sun block. Cole smiled as he opened the top and began squirting some of the ointment into his palm, then said, “Put your head up!” “Sir! Yes, sir.” Ray snapped his head up and attempted to look at Cole from this awkward position. Cole rubbed his palms together and then applied the lotion to Ray’s face. His touch was gentle and strong. His fingers worked the ointment into the skin, rubbing it across his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his upper lip, his cheeks and chin. Tingles ran down his spine and goose bumps rose when Cole rubbed the lotion around and behind Ray’s ears. Ray particularly enjoyed it as Cole tugged slightly at his earlobes. Cole rubbed his fingers gently at the points behind Ray’s ears where they meet the jaw. Ray moaned in response. Cole pulled his fingers across Ray’s jaws to use his index fingers to trace and press Ray’s lips transversely. Then he pulled his fingers away, took the sunscreen, and swam away. Ray’s startled response came without thinking, “Hey! What about the rest of me?!” Cole finished pulling himself out of the water before he turned and growled, “What the fuck did you just say?” Ray realized his error and sputtered, “Sir, I . . . I was wondering if you were going to put lotion on the rest of me.” Cole was halfway through the door when his answer returned, “Doesn’t fucking look like it, does it? Now, keep your ass quiet until I come back.” And that was the end of any talk. Ray had fallen asleep and woke abruptly to a splash of cold water across his backside and the rocking of the waves created by something disrupting the water. Suddenly, Cole was there with a bottle of water. He didn’t say anything, just pointed the spout at Ray’s mouth and squeezed. Ray opened his mouth and Cole stuck the spout in. Ray sucked the cold water in greedily; it was a welcomed relief from the heat of the sun. Once the water was gone, Cole pulled the bottle away and wordlessly swam back into the house, stopping only to place the empty in the recycling bin. All through the heat of the day, Ray lay beneath the sun. Cole would bring him water a couple more times before he finally ducked beneath the water and Ray felt a tugging at the chains binding him. Cole broke the surface and pulled the raft to the edge of the pool, gently spinning in a counter-clockwise motion, further disorienting its occupant. At the edge of the pool, Cole left Ray and swam back to retrieve the weights and length of chain. When he got back, he began removing the chains from Ray’s ankles, waist, and then he released his wrists. Cole left the chains piled at the side of the pool and then tilted the float so that Ray was dumped into the water, who sputtered and gasped at the sudden chill of the water against his body. Cole was already out of the water by the time Ray reached the edge. Ray eyed Cole before asking, “Sir, may I have permission to get out of the pool, sir?” Cole gave a curt nod, for which Ray was grateful. He clambered out of the water and walked awkwardly to where Cole stood. Cole snapped, “Wrists!” Ray thrust his hands forward and presented his wrists, whereby Cole tightened the cuffs on them. He then produced a collar from the table beside the doorway and put it around Ray’s neck. After attaching a chain leash, he led his new conquest into the house. Ray noticed the time was now a little after three o’clock as Cole led him down a set of wooden circular stairs. Well, that is #8 and the end of “Round 1”. Look for “Round 2” to continue in the Rec. Room. As always, feel free to write, complain or whatever. I’ve changed jobs and am in the middle of a move, therefore the installments are getting little of my attention. I’ve decided only a few more installments and Life With Joey will be finished. Part 9 will finish the session between Ray and Cole. Part 10 will bring the four major players together at Cole’s place. Installments after that will attempt to provide some closure. Thanks for all of the e-mail and encouragement.

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The Night Was Nearly Over GAY MALE; 'LIFE WITH JOEY: High School Reunion #3: The Night Was Nearly Over' {Bud_83@hotmail.com} ( M^MM, bd/reluctant) [ 3 | ? ] Date: 7/31/2001 WARNING: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to individuals, living or dead, is purely coincidencidental. Do not read this story if you are offended by man-to-man sex, abusive/offensive language. Do not read if you are underage or it is prohibited according to the laws governing the geographical location wherein you dwell. There is sex between males, it will sometimes get rough, but that will not always be the case as I plan on playing with several genres, not just authoritarian situations. I am still in the early stages of developing these characters, and this is my first attempt at writing for an audience. These factors will not always be present, and I will warn you when such things do exist. Enjoy! Copyright 2001 by Chet English. Permission is granted to Nifty Archives to post one copy. No part may be copied, reproduced, republished, or reposted without written permission from the author. LIFE WITH JOEY HIGH SCHOOL REUNION #3: The Night Was Nearly Over WHAT WENT ON BEFORE . . . the rocking fuck went on, Finch pulled my right leg up to join my left on his shoulders. In this position, I was forced up on my neck and shoulders and upper back, supporting our weight. Finch had managed to get himself up on his feet and was pounding deeply into me. Our breathing was ragged and I was nearly ready to cum all over myself when there was a loud jaring crack from off to my left. Finch and I were both startled as our heads jerked toward the noise. From my vantage point, all I could see was a pair of shiny black shoes and pale blue trousers. Finch didn't stop fucking me until the moment we heard "Freeze!" We didn't move as the feet moved more into view. I couldn't believe my shitty luck when I saw Officer Classmate himself, Moses Riggs, standing there with his pistol pointed at us. I'm not sure what he was thinking, and the widening smile on his face didn't give me much to go on. "Well, looky what we got here," Officer Riggs chuckled to himself. "Looks like I caught myself a couple of faggots. What? You got yourself a little crack whore now, Finch? Is he putting out so you'll give him a score?" I looked from Moses to Finch above me. Finch hadn't moved a muscle and was simply staring at Moses. The look on his face in profile seemed to move from startled through mild disbelief and finally settling on anger. There was little love lost between these two former football buddies. By his talk, it was clear that Moses didn't recognize me. He hadn't attended our reunion. Officer Riggs' smile broke into a toothy grin as he looked at us. Finch's still-hard cock was rammed deeply down my ass, and I was lying there with what I am sure was a stupified look upon my face. Moses stood there in his blue police uniform. His hat was on, covering his flat top of dark brown hair, but his brown eyes were piercing. There was a glinting moisture on them that made them all the more threatening in the glow of the fluorescent lights. His badge flashed as he walked closer. "Alright then, you two," Moses started, "Get up slowly and keep your hands where I can see them." He indicated with his drawn pistol where he wanted us to move. Finch responded first by slowly pulling his cock out of my ass as Moses watched. Once he had his dick free, Finch let my legs drop to the floor. He stepped away from me, holding his hands out from his sweaty body. I turned onto my side to get up, but stopped when Moses said, "Don't fucking move! I didn't tell you to get up yet." I froze like a statue not knowing what to think, but I was sure that I didn't want to be shot. Images of newspaper headlines flashed in my head: "Nude Local Man Shot Evading Police, Drug Use and Homosexual Activity Suspected". In the mid-west, there are no two worse words used as descriptors. "Alright, Finch, get your hands up against the wall and spread 'em!" Moses ordered, motioning with his pistol again for effect.. Finch, his penis still erect, walked to the wall and put his palms against it and spread his legs apart. Never taking his eyes off of me, Moses moved over to where he could both keep an eye on me and cuff Finch. When he determined I wasn't a threat, he holstered his pistol and pulled his cuffs out of his belt. He grabbed Finch's right hand, pulled it behind his back and cuffed it then did the same with his left hand. He grabbed Finch by the hair and pushed him against the wall, forcing him even closer with his own body. I could tell that he whispered something into Finch's ear which noticably shook him up, but I couldn't make it out. Once he was done with Finch, he moved over to stand above me. "Alright, your turn. Don't do anything funny and I won't have to hurt you," he said. His smile never left his face, but his tone was not one of amusement. I began to get up from the floor when all of the sudden, Moses put his shiny black shoe in the middle of my chest and pushed me back to the floor. I started to ask him "What the fuck?", but he cut me off . . . . "On second thought, you just lie there, sweetums." Moses ended this by puckering his lips and making a kiss noise at me. Then, his shoe still in the middle of my chest, he called over to Finch, "Yo! Coke-head, you like fucking this piece?" Finch looked at Moses over his shoulder and said, "It's tight. The bitch wanted it. Who am I to turn down a piece of ass? Besides, you getting jealous?" Moses wasn't pleased to hear that. "Get on your knees and crawl over here!" "Fuck you, pig!" "Oh, you'll crawl alright. Just like you used to do for your brother," came Moses' reply. Now, I was really thrown for a loop. Not only was I just finding out that Moses and Finch had a past, but that it somehow included Finch sexing up his own older brother Tucker. I looked at the unknowable expression on Finch's face. Slowly he dropped to his knees using the wall to steady himself since his hands were cuffed behind his back. Even so, I was amazed to note that his dick was still half hard. Mine had gone soft the moment I heard Moses shout "Freeze!" Finch made his way over to Moses and me. He stopped just inches away from my side. Moses looked down at me and then over to Finch. "Lick my shoe!" The order snapped sharply in the ugly green restroom. Finch's back went ridgid. I could tell he didn't like taking Moses' orders. "Let me do it, Sir!" I said quickly. Moses' head snapped down to look at me. He had almost forgotten I was there, his desire for revenge against Finch was so strong. Moses smirked at Finch then pushed his shoe further up my chest then held it up by my face. I turned my head to the side and extened my tongue. It glazed over the reflective surface of the leather. As my tongue neared the toe of the shoe for a third swipe, Moses angled it and ordered, "Suck it!" Again, in silence, Finch watched as I obediently followed orders. I opened my mouth and took the front portion of Moses' shoe in as far as I could. "Fuck yeah! You take orders real good." Moses paused a moment then noticed Finch's dick was at full mast again. "Ye-heh, same ol' Finch. Look at your cock! It's as hard as my billyclub." I followed Moses' gaze and saw that Finch was rampant again. "Looks like you got yourself an admirer," Moses snorted down at me. "Whadda ya think? Should I let you fags go back at it?" Finch didn't move, he just stared angrily up at Moses I didn't answer. Besides having Moses' shoe in my mouth, I was waiting on Finch to call the shots. Moses didn't waste any time waiting for either. He suddenly pulled his shoe out of my mouth and advanced on Finch's kneeling position. He pulled out his billyclub and forced it under Finch's chin. He used his stick to make eye contact with Finch. At the same time, he had placed his sloppy shoe under Finch's balls and nudged them. This elicited a groan of pleasure from Finch. "Yeah, that's it boy! Groan for me. I know you want to fuck that ass," Moses said. "I'm gonna let you fuck that ass, too . . . Just as soon as you suck my dick." I could see Finch struggling against his own sexual need. It was almost imperceptible, but Finch nodded. Moses sneered at Finch. It was somewhat eerie seeing Finch going through the very thing that he had put me through earlier this evening— wanting to suck and fuck and do every depraved thing suggested, but not with the guy forcing him to submit, at least not at first. "You want it that bad, do ya?" Again Moses prodded Finch's balls. And, again, Finch nodded. "Heh, I knew it. Well, if you want it so bad, you won't mind working a little to get it." Moses stepped forward and his crotch pressed against Finch's face. "Alright, little man, work my pole through my pants!" I watched in stunned silence as Finch dropped his jaw open and began to mouth Moses' dick through his uniform. I didn't get Moses at all. Because we were both college track and our names were close in the alphabet, were had a lot of the same classes. And although we weren't friends, we weren't enimies either. At least, not until senior year. He had been a running back and a co-captain on the football team, a forward and co-captain on the basketball team, and shortstop and co-captain of the baseball team our senior year. He had had the best looking girl in our class (I thought so anyway) as his girlfriend. And, while I was only her friend, Rebecca had confided in me that Moses would beat her. I was a lot of mouth back then, so I said something about it to Moses one day when he was being particularly shitty. He didn't take it too well and told me to mind my own business or he would kick the shit out of me. Of course, I told him to go ahead and try it. It was one of the few times I stood up against someone and he backed down. I guess I was lucky because if there had been anyone else around, Moses might have felt the need to kill me to protect his reputation. Seeing him standing over Finch now, I could finally piece that puzzle together. It made since that he would be abusive to Rebecca all those years ago since he was hiding his true sexuality from the world. I guess it sort of bottles up inside and causes some guys to be worse fuckers than they really are. (Sorry for the digression, but somethings just come to me and I need to talk about them when they hit me.) Anyway, Finch dropped his jaw open and began to mouth and tongue at Moses' dick through his uniform. I had seen Moses naked countless times in gym class over the years. He was just over six feet tall, back then he wasn't as tall, and he had long hair cut sort of in a bowl shape. His bangs would hang into his eyes. I remember being facinated by the hair in his arm pits, it was dark and thick against his pale white skin. He was taught with muscles and had defined abs (even then he had amazing definition), and his dark, nickle sized nipples protruded slightly from his pecs. Below the waist, he was no slouch either! His thick, tight, dark pubic hair couldn't hide his limp four inch cock. He was circumcized, like most of the rest of us. Watching him move was like watching water on glass. (Damn, sorry for the digression again . . . but some things are too good to keep to yourself.) So, Finch dropped his jaw open and began to mouth and tongue at Moses' dick through his uniform. Moses began to grunt in satisfaction as Finch warmed to his task. I could see the dark outline of Moses' erection through his spit-stained pants. It seemed that his cock had continued to grow after sophomore year. The tubular outling I could make out was definately approaching nine inches! It didn't look to be either fat or thin, but rather moderate in girth. Finch was going to town now that he had something to work toward. "Aw, fuck, Finch, . . . yeah! Work that pole. Slick it up real good, buddy!" Moses was liking what he was feeling. "Ohhh, That's it . . . damn!" Moses was rubbing Finch's red hair around on his head as he chewed in ernest on Moses' pants and, ergo, his cock. He began to loosen his holster and belt. "O.K., uhnnnn . . . okay, Finch," Officer Riggs breathed out. "Now, undo my zipper with your teeth." Finch struggled to do as he was told. It took him a few minutes to accomplish, but he managed to get the zipper open. He pushed his tongue and chin in the slowly widening gap and began to work on the cock separated from his mouth by the pouch of Moses' white briefs. Evidently, Finch could really use his tongue. The cop was rolling his head around and pushing and pulling against Finch's head as the pleasure mounted. He seemed to be getting just what he wanted from the red head kneeling between his legs. The radio on his shoulder went off, and all at once, Moses pulled Finch out of his crotch and pushed him so forcefully away that he fell backward and hit his head on the floor. He responded to the call and then pulled his uniform back into place. He had reported that the B&E was a false alarm and that the 4-H building had checked out clear. Finch and I eyed one another, but neither of us moved as Moses buckled his utility belt around his waist and secured his holster. "Alright fuckers, we're moving this party! Get on your feet, sweetums, help Finch to my cruiser." (Now normally that statement would draw at least a raised eybrow on my part—and, truth be told, I would have said something particularly scathingly gay and witty—but I'm not stupid.) So, I moved to help Finch get to his feet. We walked fully naked out into the now early morning dark. Had anyone been up at this hour, they would have been treated to an odd site indeed!—two naked, aroused men being lead to a police car in the wide open streets of Small-Town-U.S.A. (Yet again, I was being swept up in some bizarre sexcapade; but did I mind? Definately not! I had determined that I was going to get Finch on my own terms before this was all over. As for his part, Finch didn't seem to be objecting to anything that was going on either.) I could see the clock tower in the center of town, it read 5:08 a.m. I remembered Ray's comment about it being 3:45 a.m. when he left and that it would take him about an hour to get home and back. He must have had trouble somewhere along the line. I guess it must have been Theresa. Moses Riggs moved over to his cruiser and opened the back door for us. He told me gruffly to hurry up and get in and then "stuffed" Finch into the back seat by holding his head down and sort of pushing. I don't know if you've ever been in the back of a squad car, but the back seats are form-fitted hard plastic with a place shaped like a guy's back to fit into. The locks and door handles are removed so the criminals cannot open them for themselves. Add to that the cage grill and it is pretty intimidating. After we were locking securely in the back of the cruiser, Moses got in and started it up. Finch and I were exhausted both from the events and the long evening that this was turning out to be. Try as we might, we were asleep before we left the city limits. We were awakened suddenly when Moses used his baton to beat Finch and me rapidly like he were beating between two drums. He pulled Finch out of the back seat first and pushed him, stumbling, toward a dilapidated barn. Then he told me to get out. He had pulled an extra pair of cuffs out and put them on me, then shoved me with his foot toward the barn behind Finch. Finch and I stood next to one another, naked in the pre-dawn darkness, waiting for Moses. He shut the doors to the cruiser and walked slowly towards us. I could just make out his silhouette swaggering towards us. He spun us away from him and grabbed us by the handcuffs. This forced us both to bend forward against the pain. He kept us this way as he herded us into the deserted old barn. Riggs pushed us face-first against the side of the barn as he opened one of the doors. We were roughly gripped and Finch stumbled against me. I felt his penis against my leg. He wasn't exactly hard, but he wasn't limp either. Just the touch of his heated flesh made mine go goose-flesh and started me on the bone. Officer Riggs stopped us and told us not to move. We stood stark still, well, I moved over closer to Finch, who sort of bit me on the shoulder by dragging his teeth across it and then kissed the aggitated area. We were suddenly blinded by a Colman lantern being lit. The harsh light cast long shadows across the dank, old-dirt-and-dust smelling chamber. We took in the sight and noticed that by the looks of this place, it had seen a lot of action. There were ropes and chains hanging all around the walls. Moses came over and grabbed me by my cuffs and pushed me toward one set of supports. There were some chains hanging from the rafters and they had open collars attached to them. He put one around my neck and adjusted it so I wasn't given any range of motion. If I tried to move, I'd choke myself. Officer Moses Riggs made his way over to Finch. "You ready to finish what we started?" Finch only nodded. "Get on your knees and start making me feel good then, Punk." Finch did as he was told. He worked away at Moses' big dick and managed to work the zipper down much quicker this time. He had his tongue licking all over the near see-through pouch of Moses' white briefs. I was able to see some of the action, but the top of Finch's head blocked out most of it. Moses is looking at me all the while. My excitement is obvious to him. I'm watching two hot guys playing out a hot domination scene in front of me and my cock is twitching around like it's trying to grab someone's attention. Well, it's just my luck that it does. Moses pulls Finch off of his meat, pulls him to his feet by his hair, and pushes him over to me. "It looks like we've made your little crack-whore excited." Riggs still hadn't recognized me. He undid my collar and guided us by our handcuffs to another corner of the barn. There was a large barrel turned on its side. Moses grinned at me. "All right, sweety, we're gonna let you get your wish. Finch has you over a barrel with his drugs, so it seems only fitting that he gets to fuck your ass over a real barrel." Moses had me bend over the barrel. As I started to fall forward, Moses made sure that my hard cock entered through a hole in the side of the wooden barrel. He attached legs to straps on the floor and then undid my hands and moved them to straps on the floor on the other side of the barrel. Once he had me secured, he crawled into the barrel and started pulling by testicles through the hole as well. When he had my entire package inside the barrel, he used some type of cord to tie my 'nads down. I was strussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. There was no question in my mind that Finch was going to fuck me silly. We had both been teased and manipulated to the point that we were hotter than ovens. Or drive was beyond need at this point. Moses leaned over me and spit a long trail of saliva down my ass crack. Then he grabbed Finch's cock and began to stroke him slowly, rubbing his thumb over the aching, throbing head. Pre-cum was flowing freely and Finch was openly growling with need. "Come on, Riggs! . . . Let me fuck that ass! . . . I need to plug him up!" "Calm down, Speed-Racer, you'll get your piece of ass. I just want to see how much you like this . . . how much you need it." My mind was leaping back to a few hours before when I had hear similar words spoken to me. Now Finch was hearing them directed at him and I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. "Fuck, man, you can see how much I need it!" The urgency in Finch's voice only told a small portion of his desire. Moses had no more than to feel the leaking hard-on gripped in his sticky, jerking hand to know Finch's need. Regardless, Finch began throbbing his cock in Moses' hand. The hungry look on Moses' face was almost enough to make Finch blow his wad, but he wanted to do that, I was fairly certain, in my ass. Moses began to pull Finch toward my exposed cleft. He slapped my butt cheek with his left hand as he guided Finch's dick with his right. Soon, Finch was poised at my ass again. Moses moved and pushed him roughly from behind. In one decidedly swift action, Finch lost his balance and skewered me to the hilt. "Ugggghhhhhh!" We both exhaled our pleasure. It was slightly painful for me taking Finch so quickly, but it passed quickly. Once more he was inside me and I was glad he was there. The sensation of being fucked on a barrel is an odd one. Once there is sufficient momentum going, it is like being rocked and fucked at the same time. It wouldn't be so bad, but I was getting motion sickness, and as we moved forward and backward, my balls were being pulled by the cord from inside the barrel. It would get loose and then taut as we moved. Moses moved once more to stand in front of me. He pulled his engorged nine inches out and pointed them toward my mouth. Circumcised with a bright red knob, I was assulted by the smell of his manliness and Finch's saliva. I could see evidence of pearly pre-jism beginning to form in his piss-slit. Without being told, I opened my mouth, extended my tongue, and he began prodding around. He let the motion of our fucking move me on his cock. At this point, I had lost count of how many cocks I had had in my mouth that night. Finch's dick was hitting my prostate and Moses' cock was diving for my stomach. Just as I managed to get all of his cock down my throat, Moses pulled out of me, stepped to the side a bit, and seized Finch by his hair. Finch let out a quick yelp which was quickly silenced by a nine inch meat spike being pushed into his mouth "Ahhhhhh! Yeah, Finch, this is what I've wanted . . . . " Moses inhaled sharply as Finch's tongue began to froth about. "Yeah! that's it, man . . . . All you had to do was suck me off, man . . . . That's what I've wanted . . . ." Finch pumped into me with the speed of a jackrabbit for about ten more thrusts. All the while, he was humming his, "Ummm-humm's" and "Ughh's" and other primal grunts. Then he just let go and flooded my insides with his come. He didn't stop his fucking motion even after his limp penis was expelled from me. It was about this time that my own orgasm took over and I was shouting out my own sex-cries. "Ahhhhh! . . . Huhhhh! . . . Ahhhh! Fuck me! . . . Keep riding me, Finch!" Moses pulled his cock out of Finch's mouth and pulled him off of me. He left me bound where I was so I could only listen as Finch was lead over to the collar restraints. Suddenly, Moses was back and undoing my bonds. He wasn't gentle at all as he untied my balls. I winced in pain as he jerked one of the ropes too quickly and tagged my nut. "Suck it up, sweety! You'll live." was the only sympathy I received from Moses. I was pulled just as roughly over to the wall opposite where Finch was strung. I noticed Moses' cock was stiff and red and angry looking as it pointed up to the roof and rafters. He quickly tied me to the wall. I was spread-eagled and got a good view of Finch across the barn. Even sweaty and dirty and cum streaked as he was, he was sexy as hell. His tight muscles were pronounced and I noticed that his belly-button protruded slightly, but was neither an "in-y" or an "out-y". I don't know why, but that excited me. I watched, facinated by the way his chest rose and fell in jagged breaths, as if his climax had pulled every ounce of oxygen out of his body. Moses swaggered over to Finch after finishing with me. I was given a great view of his ass. It was still full and rounded and jutted out like he had just pumped it full of air. His shoulders stretched and knotted as he neatly flowed across to Finch. I could tell he was doing this for Finch's benefit. He was teasingly slow in crossing over. He wanted Finch to watch him. He was working at Finch's seduction with his body. I had to admire his dedication at the same time as being a bit jealous. Moses had said he wanted Finch, and he meant to have him. I watched as Moses pressed his body against Finch's. Finch's arms were freed from their cuffs. Moses lowered his mouth to cover Finch's, and I could hear their enjoyment of one another. Moses pulled Finch's muscular arms away from where they had been stroking his sides then shifted behind Finch, letting his own hands trace over Finch's chest. He gently rubbed over Finch's nipples, causing them to harden into tight points of erotic tension and eliciting a deep groan of appreciation from his throat. Moses slid his hands up to Finch's shoulders and then down his arms to his wrists. Moses forced Finch's arms above his head where he secured them. I was in awe of the magnificence that is the physicallity of Finch. His pecs were spread and full, his arms were bulging and I could see the damp mass of hair in his arm pits. Following the sharp lines of his torso that dipped into a tight V at his slim waist, and his red-gold pleasure trail made my mouth water almost as much as the large penis and balls he had between his legs. And it is that very same hunk of flesh which was sawing itself higher and higher with each beat of his heart. I watched as Moses began to nibble and nip at Finch's ears, neck, and shoulders. Finch was clearly enjoying the process as evidenced by his hard dick beating a slow rhythm against his stomach. The erotic show continued before my eyes as Moses brought his deft fingers slowly up and down Finch's exposed sides. They began their journey at the point where his legs meet his lower abdomen and terminated their playful run by circling his nipples and then briefly brushing his arm pits, only to retrace their path back to his neatly trimmed pubic bush. It seemed to me that I was witnessing the birth of a whole new musical instrument and the maestro who could coax the mysterious melodic strains from it with his talented fingers. I was as excited as they by their performance. Finch had made eye contact with me the moment Moses moved behind him. There seemed to be an electrical current running between us, flowing from his eyes to mine, pouring his super-charged sexual impulses into me. Our lungs breathed the same breath, our hearts pounded the same pattern, our cocks jumped toward one another then slapped back home against our respective stomachs. It was as if we were one throbbing, pulsing, craving nerve, raw and desirous of release. Instantly our union was disrupted when Moses pressed his full nine inches against Finch's anal opening and entered. He was forced up on his toes once Moses was fully inside him. Finch gasped but made no further sound. My eyes became his lifeline. I could tell by his expression that he had not been used in this manner in quite some time. It was his stubborn pride and deep-seated masculinity which kept him silent at the rough intrusion. While Finch was silent, Moses was a mass of panting obscenities. "Fuck you're tight! . . . Ohhhh! . . .Yeah! You're the best piece of ass I've had in a while! . . . Oh shit! It feels like your ass is milking my cock!" Despite Finch's inner termoil at being used in this manner, Moses' motions were making his body react. He began to pant with Moses. When Moses pulled out and gasped, Finch inhaled. When Moses drove in and took a sharp inhalation, Finch gasped as his prostrate was massaged. It was like a game of see-saw played on Moses' dick with Finch's ass as the playground. Moses began to pound Finch's dick like he pouned Finch's ass. Their moans began to merge. Moses and Finch were joining physically where Finch and I were joined spiritually. Moses began to long-dick Finch in a particullarly skillful fashion. After about five minutes of this, Moses just couldn't hold out any longer. He pulled his large dick out of Finch's ass and blasted his shots up between their bodies. I watched as the first volley arched up and hit Finch square on the top of his head. Finch "Fuuuuck!" Moses began a stream of profanities. "Earn my cum, mutherfucker! . . . Work me over! . . . Yeah, Finch, yeah! Keep fuckin'! . . . Oh, buddy, you're so fuckin' hot!" Finch's climax wasn't far behind Moses'. He screwed his eyes tightly together; he gritted his teeth in an attempt to stop himself from voicing his orgasm. Just the same, I watched in amazement as Finch's cum shot about five feet out in front of him. The subsequent shots were less powerful until it was Moses' hands that were sloppy with Finch's spent jism. Following the blazing sex, Moses moved around in front of Finch and said, "That was fucking awsome! I can't wait until we do this again!" I was stunned when Finch looked directly at me and replied, "Moses, it happened this once. That's it. I've got other plans . . . Permanently." Moses got a hurt expression on his face then sneered, "Oh, yeah? Well, what if I just leave you two in here for a few days, and then we'll see what we see!" Finch looked him dead in the eye and said, "You could, but it still won't happen." Should I continue this or let it go? Questions, comments, flames, blah, blah, blah.... Email: Bud_83@hotmail.com

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Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2002 14:17:19 -0800 (PST) From: cleancut Subject: Serve the Boots Note: love hearin' from guys who like or have stories like this or want to get off talkin' about 'em. Email me at "cleancut@ziplip.com" SERVE THE BOOTS I'm standin' way off from him and I already know he's lookin' at me. He tries not to let it show and stays leaned over, tying his sneakers, tyin' and retyin', then snatchin' glances at me, fast ones, lookin' at my boots sometimes, sometimes lookin' at one leg or the other when he thinks it's safe. But I see what he's doin.' Every now and then he looks right up at my crotch, then down again and fumbles with his shoes. It kills me, the way these guys don't want to get caught lookin' at what they want to look at. We're both outside in the road beside the empty Phoenix warehouse on a Saturday afternoon. The place is closed. He came by to drop off somethin' at the front office. Halfway back, he bent down to fix a shoelace as I turned the corner of the truck dock, goin' for my pickup. I saw him and somethin' made me wonder, so I stopped. I'm checkin' out what I got on my hands. He's about 17 and retied the damned sneakers three times. I arch my back a little, stretchin', puttin' my hands back on my ass, leanin' forward, my dick pressed tight up against the crotch of my jeans. He's ready to cream in his pants, I guess. He must like men like me, 30, tall, rough. I start movin' slow towards him. He don't move or get up or say howdy. When I get three foot off, I stop and run my hand through my hair; he sees my armpit real good reachin' up like that and I catch a whiff of myself after a full day's work drivin' around without air conditionin'. I think he smells it, too, because all of a sudden he takes a deep breath and gets in a glance at my arm. I'm gettin' hard now. He looks like a hungry dog gettin' ready to sneak a steak off your plate. Or like that guy that come up to me in a bar once and said he'd give me $100 to suck my cock. I let him. Hell, why not; I like it. Queers are great that way. I'm figurin' that's maybe what this guy's up to, too. I start movin' my foot in the gravel, makin' a scrapin' sound diggin' into loose asphalt. I start kickin' pieces with my boot tip. I send a few in his direction. He stays put. Pretty soon I'm kickin' pieces one after 'nother his way. A few hit his sneakers, one hits his leg; a pretty big one bounces off a hand he's still tyin' those God-damned sneakers with. Fags know what you like and how to give it, no question. Babes usually grab your cock and give you a few strokes by hand before you put it up their cunt and there aren't a lot of 'em that like your dick in their mouth. I like gettin' head; cumin' down a guy's throat beats whackin' off any day. Finally he quits tryin' to fake about the shoes. He's just sittin', lettin' me kick. He don't raise his head but raises his eyes, squintin' because the sun's right behind me. There's a smile on my lips. It's like target practice -- kick, wait, kick -- a little indignity each time I treat him like I want. We're gettin' our roles clear: I do what I want and you take it. Just gettin' things straight. He's lookin' me all over now, at my chest, arms, at my face. Mostly he's lookin' at my crotch, the fuckin' faggot. My dick's hard as a crowbar and it shows big down the left leg of my Levi's. My balls are a big round pouch between my thighs. He's licked his lips twice. I stare him at him now. Time to lock him in. I get his gaze, then he gets the idea: look at me 'til I tell you you can stop. He looks up. I don't blink. I stare like I'm lookin' into his soul, takin' it away piece by piece. His tongue's stickin' out a little now, like he's hungry, like a baby waitin' for a big nipple. Or a cocksucker waitin' for my prick. I stretch out my left ring finger. Nothin' else moves and he watches me do it. He sees my gold weddin' ring and knows that I'm showin' it to him, showin' that my cock goes places his never gets to, showin' that my woman gets my meat 'most every night. He stares at the ring, probably thinkin' about how much he likes married cock. I love fags like that. He can suck on my finger if he wants, right down to the ring, whatever that means to him. He can lick and taste metal and salt and dirt, I don't give a shit. I'll put my finger in his mouth, I figure, to make it nice and round just before I fuck his face with my dick. I fold my finger back under and start stretchin' out my second finger, my pointer. I'm signin' him to look down, down to where I'm pointin'. Finally he gets it. He don't need no words. My smile's back. Yeah, he's a good fag, I can tell. I don't say nothin' but he hears me. It's about the boots, baby. Serve the boots. He waits a while, checkin' we're still alone, and then he starts to crawl. His knees get good and dirty and he stirs up some dust crawlin' over. I love seein' dirt on a cocksucker's knees when he gets up after he's blown me. He's halfway to me now. The wind carries some of dust in my direction and onto my feet. They're gettin' dirty and need cleanin.' Now he's right in front of me. I look straight down, down where he belongs, with the weeds and dirt and four-leg animals, down where my dog trots around. It's a good place to service a man from, down there; God knows I'm ready now. He looks down, too. He don't need to look at my face any more 'cause he knows what I look like; he took that all in. He's lookin' at my feet now, and everythin' they mean. He leans over, his face forward and down, holding himself up on his hands like he's doin' push-ups. My boot is an inch away. He hesitates. I grind my foot impatiently side to side, like I'm stompin' out a cigarette butt. The grinding makes a hard, rough, dry sound. There's a long pause. I love watchin' a man get ready to lose his last bit o' self-respect. Then he sticks his tongue out and it touches my boot. It's a move that shows he understands who I am to him. He's beaten now. He's gonna be at my feet when I want him around and on my cock when I need to ejaculate. His purpose is gonna be to make me cum, and that's it. He's no man no more, and there's no way he can ever get his dignity back. He's shown me who he really is. Nothing can ever take back that he crawled over to me in the dust and licked my boots. It's like it's in our heads on videotape. He reaches out with both hands and grabs both sides of my boot. He's wantin' it. He wants to feel what I feel like. He starts to run his hands around the leather, feelin' the sides of my foot. He's gettin' off on it. Then he starts to whimper. It's pathetic. Then he starts lappin' big time, cleanin' the leather stroke by stroke, makin' it all black and wet and shiny. He does it in big, wide, hungry slurps and I can hear him swallow as he takes it into him. He's tastin' dirt and leather and that leather smell is risin' in his nostrils and he's gettin' off on it. He's forgettin' who and where he is, he's just servin' me, his master, his mind focused on my boots and their taste and smell, knowin' my foot's inside and that I'm above him, that he's down there as low as you can get front of another man, right where he wants to be and right where I like 'em, down at my feet. I throw my head back and smile. This shit's gonna give fuckin' great blowjobs.

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Life with Joey: Deputy Cole GAY MALE; 'LIFE WITH JOEY: Reunion #5: Deputy Cole' {Bud_83@hotmail.com} (M^M) [ 5 | ? ] Date: 8/3~4/2001 WARNING: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to individuals, living or dead, is purely coincidencidental. Do not read this story if you are offended by man-to-man sex, abusive/offensive language. Do not read if you are underage or it is prohibited according to the laws governing the geographical location wherein you dwell. There is sex between males, this episode will focus on major domination. There are degrading language and situations. There is bondage. There is unsafe sex practiced, and it is not adviced to attempt this in real life. Stories are fun because there are no real ramifications . . . Life isn't as forgiving. All participants are consenting adults, even if they are fictitious. It seems that these factors will be present at all times, since those readers who respond keep asking for more (go figure it is the authoritarian section). Enjoy! Copyright 2001 by Chet English. Permission is granted to Nifty Archives to post one copy. No part may be copied, reproduced, republished, or reposted without written permission from the author. LIFE WITH JOEY REUNION #5: Deputy Cole Author's dedication to T.R.—BGHE, who knew? WHAT WENT ON BEFORE . . . Cole's spasms ended and he shakingly released Moses from his grip. Cole dropped to his knees and then spread himself across his spent partner's body as their heaving chests slowly gained control and resumed normal breathing. Cole remained on top of Moses for a few more minutes, enjoying the feel of the hard flesh beneath him then got to his feet and pulled Moses up with him. Wordlessly he marched Moses over to where Finch was restrained. He turned Moses around, unlocked his cuffs and pushed him against Finch's body. Moses didn't say a word as his arms were pulled backward and locked again behind Finch's back. He could feel Finch's yet to be satisfied dick, hot between them, slicking up his lowerback and round ass cheeks. Cole turned. His boots made a heavy thud as he walked across the barn to where I was tied. Moses and Finch were silently watching Cole's ass as he moved. "I'll be needing this back," Cole said to me as he reached up and took his sopping jock from my mouth. "Joey." Moses' eyes shot to my face and recognition slowly dawned there. Cole kept his attention focused on me and began to untie me from the wall. "I saw you dance at the reunion. You were fucking hot. Got me wanting to fuck you." I looked up into his dark eyes. I wasn't sure what to say to that. Up until about an hour ago, I would have said Cole was the straightest man on the planet. I never would have guessed this mountain of masculinity swings both ways. And, now, after seeing him in amazing, masterful action, he was standing in front of me telling me I had made him hot enough to want to fuck me. I sagged a bit when I was finally released to stand on my own. Cole stretched out his big hand, put it in the center of my chest and held me up against the wall. Continuing to look me in the eyes, Cole went on, "Sure wish you had your costume on again so I could watch you take it off just for me. I'd fuck you like you've never been fucked before or will be again!" What the fuck is it with these guys? I go to school with them five days a week for roughly 190 days a year for seven years and get nothing but ridicule and ostracism, now, ten fucking years later, suddenly, I'm the choice cut of the day! It's totally unreal! I don't know what I'd done in my former lives to deserve this karma, but it certainly took its own sweet time getting here! "So, how 'bout it, Joey?" Cole commanded my attention, drew my eyes into contact with his, "You wanna dance for me?" I was speechless. "You don't have to say it, Joey. I can see it in your eyes . . . I can see how much you want to dance on my dick . . . how much you want me to fuck your brick-hard, gym-ass." Cole continued talking to me. My mouth simply wouldn't work except to drool. Cole grinned at me and winked again. I turned to Jell-O™ inside. "I can see you want me . . . you don't have to say anything . . . just nod, Joey. We'll work out the details once you show you want it . . . once you show you want me!" I ignored the world around me. I was focusing on the deep voice; the heated smell of manly sweat; the matted, damp hair; the scent of spent, mingled ejaculate and saliva. The smells and heat and textures before me overwhelmed me. I nearly passed out from desire. My ass ached in lonely vacancy as much as my swollen cock and pent-up balls cried for release. Did I want Cole to fuck me? YES! But, in the back of my mind was the image of Finch grinning that damned grin at me. I froze deep in confusion. "Joey, all you have to do is nod and I'll take you to the gates of heaven on the express elevator between my legs." Fuck. His corny lines were breaking away at the ice in my head. The image of Finch's grin was replaced by Cole's grin. The image of Cole fucking me was scalding away any other thoughts. Finch had said he had permanant plans. Cole said he wanted me. Still, I couldn't bring myself to nod my head. Cole scowled a little, and it hurt me to have made him mad. But, I just wasn't processing this very quickly at all. Fatigue in all its forms was claiming my mind and body. I continued to sag while he held me against the wall for a moment, then he let me drop! Well, I can tell you, that sure got the adrenaline pumping again! Stunned, on my hands and knees at Cole's booted feet, I looked up. Starting with his shiny, black leather boots, I took in the sight as my eyes began their 6' 3" ascent to heaven on this human Colossus. The top of his boots end just below his calves. Round, firm, and cut with that sexy cleft, they mass, stretch, then coalesce back at his strong, thick, square knees. Whereupon the muscles go up like twin tree trunks to form his thighs. Cole's legs are covered in fine red-blond hair with a few "worn" places (the backs of his calves and his inner thighs are nearly shorn free of hair, I guess from the constant rubbing of his tight trousers.) His thick thighs mass out and then condense where they meet his body. There would be a slight, square opening below his crotch if it weren't for his golf ball sized testes. The left testicle is slightly larger than the right one and hangs lower as well—we all know what that means! (Cole's right handed.) Because his cock never really did go soft—it stayed in a half-hard state—I could see his balls dropping to hang lower after firing his humongous salvo of semen. I noticed the remnants of his nut-cracking load pearling on the head of his dick. Cole must have noticed my gaze because he throbbed his cock. I felt my head bob with the motion. "Damn!" I thought to myself, "his crotch sure gives new meaning to 'erector set.'" When Cole does a muscle-up, the entire orchestra changes tempo! Torn, I forced my eyes away from the sticky eye of his dick and moved my gaze upward, following the maestro's baton as it were. I drew in a deep breath when I reached his pubes. Red pubic hair has got to be the most exicting thing on the planet. I smile to myself everytime I think of the nicknames guys with red hair get—my favorite being firecrotch! And I'd be DAMNED if Cole didn't live up to that name in more ways than one! Every nuance of the name came to mind: firehose, burning hot, fireman, flaming desire . . . . I stopped there only long enough to breathe about fourty times SLOWLY then continued my visual journey up the mountain. I know you're wondering why I'd continue my journey to the peak when half way up would have sufficed, but you just don't understand. As impressive as Cole's cock is, it is only one facet of the incredible turn on he provides. His waist is slim and makes his chest seem all the more massive as it forms more of a T than a V. I followed his treasure trail in reverse. And, although I call it a treasure trail, there is no real trail to it unless you count the patterns the hair forms when it is pushed one way or matted with moisture of some kind. The hair fans out to cover his ripped abs and chest in all the right places. I can't adequately describe the sight to you, but I'll try. The hair on Cole's chest and torso follows the curves of his muscles. There is no "overspill"; it is only on his front, as if it had been planted to grow that way. The matted waves form little patterns; and it is only then that there is a noticable "trail", if you would call it that, which runs up the center of his torso and chest. His pecs are equally dusted in the red-gold forest. It grows densely, parting only to allow the pink of his pointed nipples to jut temptingly out. His gym work is obvious. His pecs are wide and full and hard. His shoulders are broad and strong with a prerequisite formation of freckles. They seemed sun-made, and sexy for that. Normally, this isn't all that attractive, but with some red heads, it can be. And for me, on Cole, it couldn't have been any sexier. His neck is thick, but not overly so. His jaw is square and fine. Shaved clean and smooth at the beginning of his shift, he has already begun to show stubble. His pink lips are neither thin nor thick, and the upper lip is covered slightly by his red-blond mustache. His nose is hooked and slightly thick at the bridge from being broken once in football. His eyes are deep-set and dark, commanding your attention and getting it. His forehead is wide and open, giving his face a full, hunky, masculine look. Finally, in my not-so-humble opinion, his crowning glory, his red hair is close-cropped. The sides are neatly trimmed close, to the point that you can see the sun-altered skin beneath. The top is slightly fuller, still red, but bleached blond by the sun. He couldn't be more tantalizing if he had whipped cream and a candle on top (well, maybe . . . *grin*). I allow my eyes to glide slowly down his handsome face to his neck and shoulders once more, my tour of the U.S.S. Cole nearly complete. I marvel at the curve his shoulders make as they bunch into powerful biceps, triceps, the whole package—thick with the "muscle vein" (you know what I'm talking about, the vein that runs down the front of the biceps.) I now understand why some guys refer to them as GUNS. On this destroyer of a body, they could be no less than what they are. His fierce arms knot and cord their way down to large hands. Currently these hands are bunched into fists, covered in leather gloves, one hand contains the sodden jockstrap which I had so recently been chewing on. My visual excursion complete, my eyes slowly made their way back to his face. The scowl deepened when he looked into my eyes. "Fuck it! Open your mutherfucking mouth!" There was no mistaking the authority behind the command. Cole is a man who is used to having people do exactly as he tells them and brooks no arguements. I opened my mouth. Cole made no move. I was there on my knees at Cole's feet, mouth open, and I was waiting. Cole knew I would offer my obedience, but it did not appease him. He reached down to pull me up by my arm pits, then stopped. Instead, he straightened, turned, walked over to the cot, and sat upon it. He half-reclined, resting his head and shoulders against the wall and holding himself there on his elbows. He spread his legs. This left his ass and cock and balls exposed over the edge of the mattress. "CRAWL!" I had no choice but to crawl. Cole's voice has an edge to it. Even if I thought about it, "no" was not an option. I moved, but remembering his words to Moses, I went slowly. The scowl turned less sour and became merely stern. I wouldn't see the openess that had been there when he gave me a choice earlier. I had screwed that up. Now, it was clear that regardless of how I felt, Cole was going to get what he desired. We both knew what he wanted. We both knew he would call the shots. We both knew it was inevitable. When my nose had barely entered the V made by his legs, Cole ordered me to move even slower. He told me to smell his flesh. He told me to lick the salt-sweat from his calves. Finally, he told me to place my nose beneath his swaying balls and sniff deeply. The aroma was unmistakably masculine. Again, I was ordered to bathe his body with my tongue. I licked gently at the flesh he commanded me to service. I began by slowly drawing my tongue across his lowest hanging testicle (the left one). I gently bounced it, playing paddle-ball. I cupped my tongue and cradled his right testicle until my lips brushed against the wrinkled scrotum, whereupon I gently placed a kiss. This elicited a satisfied grunt, nothing more. "GET YOUR TONGUE IN THERE AND LICK MY BUTT!" For the second time in the past twenty-four hours, I was being asked to place my tongue in the most unspeakable place on a human body. Yet, I was not being given any more an option now than I had been then. The two differences between the two incidents are that I am not being squatted upon and that I have experience at this, this time. Obediently, I pointed and jutted my tongue and delivered it against Cole's tight pucker without revoltion or hesitation. One thing I will take away from Finch's attack is that I no longer have an aversion to rim jobs. Cole would give me an order and I would snap-to and deliver. For every grunt of approval I received, I found I attempted to please him more. This sometimes caused me to become over- zealous and I would become too hurried in my adoration. When this happened, I would be made to stand and lie across Cole's lap. He would slap my ass hard. I received several slaps to the ass and it became red and hot and tingled. Each time I was struck, the head of my hard-on would be thrust against Cole's solid leg muscle. It was painful and erotic. After each connection with his thigh, my cock would leave a sticky pre-cum rope to hang, joining my dick to his leg. As the rocking force of each slap propelled my dick into Cole, the same motion also created a rolling effect on his cock. Trapped between his torso and my side, his penis would be massagingly lolled from side to side with every swing of Cole's masterful arm. My punishment ended, I was permitted to return to my body-worship. For nearly twenty minutes, I gave Cole as tongue bath. I was only allowed the use of my lips and tongue until he determined I was ready to proceed. When the moment finally came, Cole was dripping clear lube-juice which slicked up his pole nicely and made it shine. "ALRIGHT, GET YOUR MOUTH ON ME!" I noted how his commands were brief and undeniable as I covered my teeth with my lips and began to slowly push them open against his sticky head. I decided this method of taking him into my mouth as opposed to a wide-open approach for the simple pleasure of giving a little slow torment back. It had the desired effect of forcing Cole, momentarily, to lose control and grunt out his surprise and pleasure. "GHUHHHN! . . . SWEET JESUS!" I continued to slowly force my lips over the "magic inch" below the head which I had managed to engulf. "YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO SUCK!" Cole crooned. "DID THEY TEACH YOU THAT IN STRIPPER SCHOOL?" I let his words roll off of me, concentrating as I was on taking as much of his cock as possible. I knew there would be no way I could take him all. I have a serious gag-reflex and so after about three inches slipped into my hot, sucking mouth, I began a slow retreat. I had taken more of him than I anticipated, yet it was oddly erotic feeling his large cock-head pushing at the opening of my throat. I continued with my slow withdrawl until I allowed his entire dick out of my mouth. Then, I repeated the process. Maddeningly slow, I got up a rhythm . . . . "GHUHHHN! . . ." I took his dick into my mouth. "YEAH! BUD . . . EAT THAT SLIMY FUCKER! . . . " I went as far as the back of my mouth. On it went for about fifteen lunges. I was beginning to think he would cum soon. Cole's balls began to thicken and draw closer to his body. As I decended on my sixteenth mouth-stroke, Cole ordered, "GET DOWN ON IT! FURTHER!" I panicked. I couldn't take him any further into my mouth without setting off my gagging. Of course, Cole didn't know this, nor did he care. He had told me what I would do. I made a feeble attempt to go further and choked. In one quick backward movement, like I had hit a high-tension coiled spring, I rebouned with a resounding, "RRRRUUUAAAAAAAAKKKK!" Cole was on me like stink on skunk. "GET BACK ON MY COCK AND TAKE IT LIKE THE POLE-SMOKING BITCH YOU ARE!" I made my way back toward his cock. Before I could connect, Cole's hands grabbed on either side of my head. For a moment I feared the worst. He twisted my head upward and forced me to look at his mouth (I knew better than to look into his eyes because of his interaction with Moses earlier.) "UH, UH! GET UP HERE AND TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT!" Obediently, I stood and leaned across his lap. Cole let loose on my ass, each word would be joined by a heavy slap which not only caused my ass-cheeks to burn, but my face to burn, as well, with shame. "YOU . . . *SMACK* . . . WILL . . . * . . . NOT . . . * . . . GAG . . . * . . . ON . . . * . . . MY . . . * . . . COCK! . . . * . . . IS . . . * . . . THAT . . . * . . . UN- . . . * . . . DER- . . . * . . . STOOD? . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . *." He was brutal. Each blow brought tears to my eyes as I received twenty strokes for my whipping. He pushed me forcefully back in to place. I began again. No more orders were issued. They were not necessary. I tried to control my gagging as his dick-head neared my reflex point. It didn't work! Horrified, I heard the offending sound issue again, "RRRRUUUAAAAAAAAKKKK!" Cole's rough hands siezed me again. And again, I received a punishment. "*SMACK* . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . YOU . . . * . . . WILL . . . * . . . NOT . . . * . . . GAG . . . * . . . ON . . . * . . . MY . . . * . . . COCK! . . . * . . . IS . . . * . . . THAT . . . * . . . UN- . . . * . . . DER- . . . * . . . STOOD? . . . * . . . NOW, . . . * . . . GET . . . * . . . DOWN . . . * . . . THERE . . . * . . . AND . . . * . . . SUCK. . . * . . . MY . . . * . . . COCK . . . *!" Twenty-five. The tears were streaming down my face. Cole gripped my face in his large hands with a pinching motion and shook it. Then he roughly wiped the tears away. Again I was on my knees. The same response! Gag . . . thirty strokes to my flaming ass! I had to think of something. Nothing had allowed me to conquer my gag reflex before. In despiration, I slowly resumed my pitiful cock-worship. I nearly pulled back in fear as the head breached my lips. I couldn't gag again. I wouldn't gag again. As I inched down, I decided to go as slowly as I could. I would drag this out and give me time to think. I tried to remember anything that could help me. All the stories I had read suggested breathing through the nose and it would just happen. I've never had any luck with that approach. Suddenly I was at the moment of truth, but my memory and body both failed me. I was hauled up for thirty-five more wallops. This time, instead of focusing on holding back the pain, I searched my rattled head. I had a plan! It was a longshot, but I had to try something. There was no way I could handle fourty more pounding blows. I was resolved not to receive any more than the 135 swats I had already earned. (110 for gagging, the other 25 from earlier!) I resumed my position. As I hit the two inch mark, I started my plan in action. Remembering to breathe through my nose, I concentrated on lifting my left foot off the floor. This was a trick my dentist had taught me when I had my first wisdom tooth removed. If I misdirected my thoughts, I could overcome my gagging. I was at the moment of truth and passed it before I realized that Cole's golf ball-knob was in my throat. I took a little more of it, and felt the gagging begin, so I switched focus and retracted a bit for more air. I had done it! I was so pleased with myself that I looked up, cock in mouth, directly into Cole's eyes. He was staring intently. His expression had changed slightly from anticipated anger to mild shock and then pleasure. I dropped my gaze back before Cole got angry with me. I began my assault again. This time, I closed my eyes and concentrated on my foot. I slid forward and ignored the motion . . . ignored the feeling of swallowing a late-summer cucumber. My universe at that moment was my left foot. The need for air prodded itself into my new existance and I retreated before I would choke for lack of oxygen. When my need for breath was sated, I went back to work. I lifted my left leg and began my decent. I had given up on attempting to go as slowly as I had in the beginning. Cole didn't seem to mind, so I dropped in a quick motion. I noted that after a while, I didn't have to focus on my foot as much. I was gaining some control over my gagging. Whenever I felt the "tickle" begin, I forced myself to focus on my foot. Eyes closed, thinking of my foot when needed, and nearly eight inches of a foot long cock in my mouth, I didn't know how I was doing it. Cole's groans were beginning to get louder as my rhythm picked up. I worked another inch down my throat. Up, take a breath . . . down . . . up and breathe again . . . down and hold. I repeated this pattern until I was rewarded with a nose full of dark red pubic hair. It was while I was holding my nose against his hairy groin that Cole began to cum. His cock expaned, my jaws were nearly stretched to the max and were beginning to tire. Only my dentist had ever had my jaws this far apart before. Cole began a stream of explatives and moans to punctuate his orgasm. I couldn't taste his cum because he was thoroughly buried in my throat. And, to make sure he got all that he wanted out of me, his left hand clamped down on the back of my head, spearing me until he decided I could come up. All I could feel was the spasms stretching my throat as his cock tried to jump around. Once his tremors ceased, Cole loosened his grip and allowed me to remove his cock from my burning throat. I was in desperate need of air. As I gasped for breath, I looked once again at Cole. He had collapsed back against the wall, his arms hanging limply beside his sweaty, huffing form. I once more dared to glance at his face. His eyes were veiled, but not closed. I didn't look away when our eyes connected. A large grin broke across his face and I was confused yet again. "DAMN! Joey, you sure give great head. You needed a little coaxing, but you're the first fucker whose ever been able to take all of me." I stared blankly at him. What the fuck! He just beat my ass, literally, so that I would suck—no, strike that—deep throat, his cock; and he's grins down at me like it's Christmas and I'm supposed to be . . . what? I don't have a clue! What's going on? I come home for a high school reunion thinking it'll be worth a few laughs and suddenly I become the sex-toy of every horny jock in the county. Worse, I've become their whipping boy as well. But the single worst portion of it all is that some part of me was enjoying it. My cock was still rock hard. I was turned on by some part of this. I don't know if it is the controlling, the muscles, the near-force, the rough handling, or what. At that point, Cole looks down at me. He eyes my rampant soldier. "All right, Joey. Last chance . . . you want me to fuck you? I promise we'll take care of that for you." He indicated my hard-on with a jut of his chin. "All you have to do is beg me." I couldn't believe what I had heard! Here he practically raped my mouth when I took to long to ask him to fuck me and now, he's offering to fuck me, but only if I beg him for it! The question was left unspoken . . . how much pride do you have? Well, let's be honest. When you're a horny little bastard who needs to get off, and has been erect (painfully) for nearly an hour and forty-five minutes, you learn to bury your pride. I won't go in to all of the grovelling I had to do to get Cole to fuck me. Basically, I found out that he likes subservience, he likes raucous, wild sex, and he LOVES being begged for the pleasure of his cock. I noticed that the more I pleaded with him, the harder his dick got. The nastier I begged, the quicker his dick rose. Soon, he was hard again. He told me I could get fucked if I throated him once more. Still a little sore, I didn't necessarily have his prong tickling my stomach opening again, but as I said, I needed to get my rocks off. So, once again, Cole found me swinging from his dick. I was buried nose-deep in his pubes, and he grunted his pleasure in one syllable words. When I came up off of him, he commanded me to get him all wet so I would enjoy it more. Finally, he determined it was time to fuck me. "Get your ass up here on this cot, Joey." Cole stood and gestured for me to take his position. I did my best to imitate his pose on the bed, but I'm just not tall enough to cover that much space. My head fit nicely on the cot with a little bit to spare between it and the wall, while my ass and legs were hanging off the edge. Cole told me to lift my legs and put them around his waist. I did and he started to rub his prick up and down my crack. When the head grazed my butthole, he would stop and make a few tentative thrusts to tease me. This, of course, got me even more riled up and I began to beg with every dirty word I could muster to get him to push inside. I knew he was bigger than Finch, but I thought I could handle it. He spit down upon himself and lubed himself up again. He held out his hand and had me spit into it as well. He stroked himself slick and then began pushing against me. I thought I was going to be ripped in two as the head and an inch or so of his dick popped into my waiting bunghole. "Geez! . . . Wait! . . ." I sputtered, but it was no good. Cole was in command again, and I was just going along for the ride. He didn't force himself down so quickly as to shove himself all the way in on the first thrust. He was at least that kind. However, he never let up his slow decent. He was definately laying new pipe. I had never had anyone near his size, and definately never fucking me. The stretching and pressure were intense. I was torn between pleasure and pain. Just when I thought it was unbearable and was about to try to wriggle free, Cole reached out and grabbed my dick with the hand he had slicked himself up with. The leather was still moist and smooth. With all of my own cock-snot leaking, he gripped my sensitive knob and played like my swollen dick was a gear shift. I squirmed in new pleasureable torment. To add to his enjoyment, he even began making the little boy noises to imitate a car accelerating. It both annoyed me and turned me on. He continued this until it was obvious that I would explode if he did it any longer. I whined in frustration when he released my cock and let it slap back and hit my abdomen. Cole stopped thrusting into me. He pushed all the way down. Our eyes connected. His hands reached forward and he began to tug at my erect nipples. He pinched the tip and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger then pull the point away from my body. The blending of pleasure and pain was intense. I groaned and arched my back. He let go of my left nipple and pushed down on my stomach to hold me flat on the cot. The action forced him fully in to me. I was in desperate need of him to move within me. I had to feel him thrusting and driving. I began to beg yet again for him to push me over the edge. I begged him to fuck me. I was becoming the king of beggars. My pleas did not long go unanswered. They stoked Cole's fires as much as my own. He removed his hand from my stomach and snared my hip with it. His other hand moved up to clasp my shoulder. Cole crouched a bit and manuvered his left leg slightly behind to give him a better driving thrust. He never broke contact with my eyes as he fractioned his way out of my ass. Once he had pulled back to the point where only his dickhead remained inside, he began a series of jabs which brought his solid cock in contact with my prostate. He never missed a stroke as he prodded me to a delicious state of mind-screaming oblivion. I'm sure it took longer, but it seemed like he only made twenty lunges into me before I began to feel the tingle of orgasm begin in the tips of my toes, my fingers, and the top of my head. It was as if my hair were set ablaze and each fiber was screaming. Then he shoved in, all the way . . . . One agonizing, searing, pleasurable dive into my deepest reaches. That was enough to push my screaming, tingling, overwrougt nerve-endings beyond their limits and my body began convulsing. My spasms were so forceful that it seemed my butthole was going to put a permanent crimp in Cole's cock. My entire chute began to ripple with the effect of being straightened by the monster-schlong's presence. The effect was almost instantaneous. My orgasm triggered the same spasms in Cole's amazing dick. We each had tripped the other's switch. The outcome was so shattering to each of us that our grunts came in unison. Our hearts were racing at the same pace; our breathing was irratic and jagged and synchronized; our tremors redoubled against one another; and our ejaculations were so closely timed that it seemed as if they were choreographed. My orgasmic juices rocketed between us and with the way my pecker was jerking with my heartbeat, every other blast struck Cole. The first hit him beneath the chin. The second struck me in the hollow of my neck. The third splashed into the valley made by his pectoral muscles, and so on until my seventh volley simply fell into my pubic hair. Cole's ejaculate felt like it was a steady stream inside me. I have no way of knowing if this is the case, but I imagine it as if he were pissing his cum into me, that I was being filled with his cream. As our orgasms waxed and waned, Cole gently lowered his chest down to rest on mine. His weight was full against me and I was pinned beneath his warm, sweaty, glorious body. "You're fucking unbelievable!" Cole grinned at me then covered my mouth with his own. he forced his tongue into my mouth and I began to suck him deeply within and thrust against his tongue with my own. I began to feel his weight too heavily and needed to adjust. He sensed this and rolled to rest beside me on the cot. We turned our heads to face one another and he said, "Joey *, you're too fucking much, man." "Joey *?" Moses finally spat out my name. "You mean Finch's little crack whore is Joey?" As one, our heads swung to look in his direction. It was clear that our heated sex had gotten Finch and Moses worked up as well. Finch was pumping away at Moses' ass even as he cast disparaging words at me. "Fuck you! Moses. I don't do that shit!" It was a lame rejoinder, I know, but I was tired. Cole looked backward over his shoulder at Moses and said, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, PUSSY! JUST STAND THERE AND TAKE IT UP THE ASS!" That was all it took for Moses to muzzle himself. I've left this story open-ended, but I'm going to take a brief hiatus from writing. Rest assured there are at least three more installments coming as soon as I can get them out.

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Date: Wed, 04 Apr 2001 17:28:29 -0700 From: East Bay Barber Subject: David, Chapter 2 I rooted through the toys David had brought from the leather shop for me to use on him. It was a rather eclectic collection. There was a cheap pair of handcuffs (I'd have to warn David that he should always use only double-locking cuffs. These weren't, so I went and got a pair of mine to use on him). There were a couple of candles. "David's into hot wax?" I mused. David had included some leather thongs, maybe six feet long. There was a leather hood that would cover David's eyes and strap over and around his head, with room for optional ear pieces. There was a small whip, too small to be used on much besides David's cock and balls, which I would use it on. David had brought a butt plug-rather large, so I expected he was used to having things up his ass. The last item David had brought was the ball press I'd threatened to use on Greg. It was a rather nice one; clear acrylic, so you could see the balls being squashed. There were metal plugs at various points for attaching electrodes. There was even a small ring on the bottom for attaching a rope to pull on the press as it was doing its work. Extra fun! At least for the guy on the OTHER end of the rope! I'd stacked a couple of MY toys that I planned to use on David near the door. I picked up a parachute ball stretcher and attached a couple of weights. I opened the door, and listened for a moment. I heard someone stirring on the porch, so I guessed David was still there. Not that I'm sure how far he'd have gotten with no clothes on. I grabbed the black sheets covering the doorway about waist high, and held them together. I called out to David, "David, take hold of the sheets above my hand, and hold them together." I felt his hand grabbing the sheets. I said, "You were six minutes late getting here. Usually I'd hang six pounds of weight from your nuts, one for each minute. I don't think you have much experience with ball weights, so I'll be nice and only hang THREE pounds, half a pound for each minute. You can show your appreciation later." After a pause I added, "Now, spread your legs and take a couple of steps forward, so you're pressing against the sheets. And you'd better not let go with your hand." The sheets moved as David pressed against them. Then they started spreading, and I was suddenly facing David's cock and balls. David had a soft, 4" cock, with maybe a 4-guage PA nicely piercing the head. His cock looked good enough to suck on, were I in a sucking mood. Well, not tonight. David's cock and balls were both covered with hair-I'd soon be ridding him of that. The tuft above and around his cock would soon be gone, too. I took hold of David's balls and started playing with them, then stretching them away from his cock. There was not much play there; a one-inch stretcher would fit easily, but David would not be very happy if I put a two-incher on him. If I decided to keep playing with him, stretching his ball sac would probably be the first thing I'd do. I snapped the parachute stretcher around David's balls, then slowly lowered the weights. Had he more experience with weights I'd have just dropped them. But I'm a nice master, and I take care of my boys. David naturally bowed his legs, trying to adjust to the heavy tug on his sac. "Stand up straight!" I ordered. David did. "I forgot to bring in the mail tonight," I said. "I want you to go and get it. The mailbox is at the street along the driveway." Actually, it was even farther, since it was on the OTHER side of the driveway. "And you'd better not touch your balls, or the weights, or I'll put on some more lead. Now, go!" David's cock and balls disappeared from between the sheets, and his hand stopped holding them together. I waited a few seconds, then spread the sheets and looked out. I saw David's cute butt as he walked gingerly-so that the weights wouldn't swing-down the driveway. God, did he look adorable. I thought I saw him reach for his balls-I'd have to punish him if he had. I stepped back inside before David could see me. After a minute or so, I heard the slight jangle from the weights as David stepped back on the porch. "Here's your mail, Sir," he said. I stuck my hand out between the sheets and took hold of my mail. I guess NOW he expected to be invited in. He was wrong again.

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The Rec Room GAY MALE; 'LIFE WITH JOEY: The Rec. Room #9: Cole and Ray, Round 2' {Bud_83@hotmail.com} (M^M, bondage, domination, fetish) [ 9 | ? ] Date: 07/09/2002-12/14/2002 WARNING: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to individuals, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Do not read this story if you are offended by man-to-man sex, abusive/offensive language. Do not read if you are underage or it is prohibited according to the laws governing the geographical location wherein you dwell. This episode will focus on bondage, sexual initiation, and verbal abuse. The characters are adults experiencing sexual awakening, and male-male relationships. There are degrading words and both adult and erotic situations. There is unsafe sex practiced, and it is not advised to attempt this in real life. Stories are fun because there are no real ramifications . . . Life isn't as forgiving. Even if they are fictitious, all participants are consenting (although they may begin or seem reluctant). Enjoy! Copyright 2001 by Chet English. Permission is granted to Nifty Archives to post one copy. No part may be copied, reproduced, republished, or reposted without written permission from the author. GIVING CREDIT WHERE IT IS DUE: This one is for Ric who told me to get back to writing. He reminded me I’ve been sitting on this one since July and haven’t done anything for nearly six months. LIFE WITH JOEY THE REC. ROOM #9: Cole and Ray, Round 2 WHAT WENT ON BEFORE . . . Ray thrust his hands forward and presented his wrists, whereby Cole tightened the cuffs on them. He then produced a collar from the table beside the doorway and put it around Ray’s neck. After attaching a chain leash, he led his new conquest into the house. Ray noticed the time was now a little after three o’clock as Cole led him down a set of wooden circular stairs. The lights flickered on in the basement rec. room. Ray’s eyes continued to adjust as he was pulled passed a large pool table. He stopped walking when Cole turned toward him and dropped the leash saying, "Looks like you got a little too much sun. How would you like for me to take care of that for you, slave?" Ray kept his eyes downcast as he answered, "Yes, sir, please." "Alright, I’ll take care of you, boy, once you’ve seen to my needs." Ray’s eyes got as big as silver dollars as Cole’s words sunk in and he saw Cole’s hard-on sawing to life. "ON YOUR KNEES, BOY! GET YOUR MOUTH ON THAT DICK AND DON’T LET GO UNTIL IT’S SPIT DOWN YOUR THROAT!" Ray fought his gag reflex. He was glad that he had always been able to control it. Now it came in handy as Cole grabbed the back of his head and began to thrust all eleven and a half inches of his dick into Ray’s throat. Cole wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t gentle either. It was clear that Cole was going to make Ray suck him off and swallow his spew. He used Ray like a fuck doll, pushing in at irregular angles and speeds until Ray could never prepare or anticipate. His jaws felt like they were going to break when he felt the impossibly monstrous cock swell even larger and then begin shooting. As the spunk hit his throat, he swallowed. Ray thought he could handle this until Cole pulled back and shot a volley in his mouth and then continued to pull out and shoot the rest onto Ray’s face and chest. "GHUUHHNNN! GHUUHHNNN! GHUUHHNNN! GHUUHHNNN! GHUUHHNNN! GHUUHHNNN! GHUUHHNNN! GHUUHHNNN! GHUUHHNNN! GHUUHHNNN! GHUUHHNNN! GHUUHHNNN!" Cole shot twelve times and continued to milk his cock after his shots had ended. "RUB MY CUM IN, COCKSLUT! DON’T YOU WASTE A DROP!" Ray complied as quickly as he could. He fought back his bile from rising as he rubbed the sticky mess into the skin of his face and chest. He finished, but his degradation had not. "GET YOUR TONGUE OUT HERE, BOY, AND CLEAN ME OFF!" Ray got to work and soon had Cole’s cock cleaned of any residue. When he had finished, Cole pulled him to his feet, grabbed the end of the leash and pulled him into the bathroom. It was a large white tiled room with a large, walk-in shower, a recessed jacuzzi, sink, and stool. Ray was impressed by the size, if nothing else. Cole removed the collar and leash, grunted and turned to the sink. He pulled out a can of shaving cream and a razor. He applied a liberal amount to his palm and then cupped it into Ray’s crotch. This caused Ray to suck in a quick breath as the tingling of the menthol began to work in. Cole turned and grabbed the can in his left hand and began spraying the cream onto Ray’s nipples. Then the cream was being spread across Ray’s chest and abdomen. The soothing cool of the shaving cream and the gentle bite of the menthol sent contrasting jolts of pleasure and mild irritation through Ray’s sunburnt skin. Ray knew what was coming, but was powerless before the razor and his master’s hand, as they made their first swath across his chest, leaving a red streak of barren, sun-ravaged flesh in its wake. Cole made many passes with the razor, each one deforesting Ray of any hair he had. Occasionally Cole would reach down and stroke Ray’s dick. The menthol didn’t burn so much as send shivers. The added sensation nearly made him shake visibly, especially when Cole dragged his thumb across the slick head of Ray’s dick then quickly followed it with this thumbnail. Ray couldn’t help his body’s need to double over at that sensation. Cole just chuckled as Ray fought for control. It took about five minutes to denude Ray’s upper torso. Cole left Ray’s pubic hair in tact for the time being, although it was covered in shaving cream. "Lift your arms above your head!" "Sir, yes, sir!" Cole smirked as he watched Ray’s hard dick throb with each demeaning word. More shaving cream was applied and followed with the loss of Ray’s armpit hair. Ray stood stock still while Cole shaved him. He could see his red body in the mirror. Even his armpits had been exposed to the torture of the unforgiving sun. The shaving cream both soothed and titillated his aching skin. As Cole started in on Ray’s legs, he sat on the toilet and slathered the cream on Ray’s meaty thighs. He put his left hand on Ray’s thigh as he pulled the razor over the corded muscles. He didn’t stop shaving other than to rinse the razor out or to stroke Ray’s pulsing dick. When he started in on Ray’s back, he decided to have him kneel on the floor between his knees and lean forward to suck on his dick. While Ray bobbed and licked at Cole’s fuck-stick, Cole shaved the fine hairs on Ray’s back. It was now time to shave Ray’s ass, so Cole had him bend over and grab his ankles. Cole took his time running the razor and his fingers up and down Ray’s cleft. Occasionally, he would push his finger against Ray’s tight pucker and then rub it around it, teasing and threatening. He especially liked it when Ray would suck in his breath in both anticipation and apprehension of being penetrated and his little ass pucker would flex and tense in response to Cole’s fingers. He also noted how Ray’s nuts would draw up close to his body when he ran his fingers over Ray’s perineum and watched as Ray’s dick began leaking a near steady stream of pre-ejaculate. Cole slapped Ray on the ass and told him to turn around so he could shave his balls. Ray stalled only briefly before calling out a crisp, "Yes, sir." Cole applied the razor to Ray’s nuts and noticed Ray’s gut suck in with apprehension at being cut. "You move again like that and you won’t be worrying about me nicking your nuts with this razor, you’ll have a whole lot more to worry about," Cole growled out. Ray pulled himself up straight and nodded his understanding, "Yes, sir!" In a few minutes, his scrotum was completely bare and it seemed the room had become suddenly chillier. Ray gulped back his near refutation at having his pubic hair shaved, but checked himself before Cole noticed. He gritted his teeth as he watched mutely and felt his pubes sheared off with each deft stroke of the razor. Cole left a small swath of hair just above the root of Ray’s cock. It was about a finger’s width and sort of horseshoed down to his nut sack. Cole’s last action was to grab a pair of scissors and shear-down the length of Ray’s pubes to about a quarter of an inch long. He flipped the sodden mass of hair into the toilet and then said, "Clean up this mess!" "Yes, sir!" Ray quickly set about cleaning up the mess his shaving had made. Finally it was over. The hair on his head and forearms was all that remained on Ray’s body. Cole moved Ray with a nudge over to the shower stall and turned on the water. It was cold and then turned hot quickly. Ray jumped at the quick temperature changes against his sun-damaged skin. Cole slapped his red ass for him, "Stand still!" Ray snapped to and resisted his urge to step out from under the steaming water. "This is just a little bit of payback for that swipe you took at me earlier! Now stand there and take it like a man." Ray began to gasp at the pain he was feeling. The burning of his skin was surpassing his skill at fighting the pain. Cole finally reached up and turned off the stream of water, pleased with the rinse and punishment. He pulled Ray out of the stall by the elbow. He went back to the medicine cabinet and pulled out an aloe-based salve, picked up collar and leash and turned back to Ray. He stopped short and grabbed a thick towel. Cole liked the way Ray’s skin was red, like a steamed lobster. Ray stood at attention as Cole patted him dry and re-buckled his collar and leash. Cole grabbed the end of it and led his boy into the rec. room again. They stop next to Cole’s large pool table. Ray could tell it was old by the leather buckets that hung from each pocket. His attention was recalled by a quick slap to his ass. He stared straight ahead from that point. Cole opened the aloe container and squirted some into his hand. He placed the bottle on the edge of the pool table and then rubbed his palms together before applying the soothing lotion to Ray’s tortured shoulders. "Ummm, oh, sir, that feels great, sir!" Ray said, "Thank you, sir!" Cole only smiled at him and reapplied some lotion to his hands. He continued to rub the ointment in until he had finished Ray’s front. Ray stifled any reaction as Cole gripped his penis in his slick maw and squeezed. The slickness caused his hand to slide up and down Ray’s hard cock. There was a distinct mixture of pleasure and pain in the action and Cole kept his eyes on Ray’s the entire time he was manipulating him. Ray couldn’t help it as his breathing quickened and he dragged out some heavy mouthfuls of air. Satisfied with Ray’s control, Cole finished putting aloe on Ray’s legs and then returned his attention to that beer-can of a cock. He tried different holds and grips on Ray’s dick. He pulled it down by pinching the head between his thumb and forefinger and then let it swing up and slap against Ray’s shaved gut. Cole enjoyed the slight moans that escaped as Ray fought for control. He kept a steady eye on Ray’s balls as they began their ascent into his abdomen. He paid attention to the amount of love-lube leaking out. Cole loved the way Ray’s chest rose and fell when he made a ring out of his finger and thumb and constricted it before pushing down from head to root, allowing Ray’s big bullet to penetrate that tightness. Careful not to allow Ray to get too excited, he manipulated him this way for some time then, as he recognized the telltale signs of impending ejaculation, he pulled Ray to the brink then brought down a resounding slap to his balls. In an instant, Ray howled and all thoughts of orgasm were dashed. "STAND UP STRAIGHT!" was all he heard after he had doubled over both from shock and instinct to protect his manhood. Rays managed to groan, "Sir, yes, sir!" and regained his position at attention. Cole grabbed Ray’s flagging erection and boned him up again quickly. The speed and friction got him close again and Ray steeled himself against another attack at his tender balls. He was so worried about the coming blow that he didn’t realize Cole hadn’t slowed down yet. Ray forgot himself and broke rank. He looked down at Cole, who had directed his attention exclusively to Ray’s throbbing sex-flesh. Ray remembered himself in time, he hoped, and regained his composure, allowing himself to relax from his fear of having his balls slapped again and began to respond to the ecstatic vibrations jangling up his nerves from his toes to his brain. He was almost to the point of blasting. His breath was ragged and he didn’t recognize the funny little gasping moans that were coming from him. He realized he had never been this worked up before. Suddenly there was a rasping scrape across the head of his dick. His brain didn’t know how to respond as the effect of Cole’s thumbnail caused both of Ray’s heads to begin jerking up and down and his whole body to quake and tremble. "YEAHRRRRRRGGG!" was all Ray could manage. Amazingly, he had not yet cum. He staggered a bit until he regained his sense of bearing and pulled himself back to attention. His last sight was Cole smirking at him from below. Cole was pleased at the reaction his little stunt had elicited. He hadn’t known what to expect. He found it amusing to watch Ray’s face as his head jerked first down, his mouth gaping and eyes wide, then backward with his mouth still wide and shouting but his eyes squinted shut. All of this happened while little tremors rocked and jolted his body. The surprise on Ray’s face was priceless; yet, better still, he had not come. Just for good measure, Cole reached up and rapped Ray on the nuts. Ray opened his eyes again as Cole mysteriously stopped and moved away behind him. He could only guess at what followed as he heard a rustling sound of something being spread across the pool table. He suppressed his urge to turn and satisfy his curiosity. Cole returned to him and without a word spun him toward the pool table. It had been covered with a leather guard (not one of those cheap pleather/vinyl ones, real leather.) Ray didn’t stop until his upper torso was pushed to the surface of the pool table. Cole kicked his feet until they were shoulder width apart. He kept his hand in the center of Ray’s burning back to make certain that he understood he was not to come up. Ray rested his hands on either side above his head—which he had turned to the right toward the bathroom—his elbows and knees slightly bent to allow for some comfort in this position. He didn’t close his eyes at any point either. Cole began to apply more of the soothing aloe to the tender skin on his neck and back. The gentle rocking he felt as Cole pushed his soothing hands up and down Ray’s arms also had the added effect of thrusting Cole’s leaky, hot dick across Ray’s thigh and buttocks. The gentle administrations continued until his back and arms and sides had been completely coated. Cole then took up a new position, squatting beside Ray’s legs. He made gentle, swirling motions with his hands that drew out sighs and huffs from his boy. He smiled to himself as he watched Ray’s dick, still rock solid, jerk in appreciation. Once he had finished with the legs, it was time to work on Ray’s ass. Cole had anticipated this moment for a while now. He had been neglecting his own dick now for hours. He had controlled himself from eleven to three while Ray was out in the pool learning some discipline. It had been difficult. He had filled the time with getting some necessary mundane chores, but that was quickly dispatched and Cole had filled the time looking at some erotic depictions of bondage scenes he had bought while he was in Asia. Their culture was highly charged with such images and it had been his first exposure to it. He got some of his best ideas about what to do with Ray in these pictures. To that end, he left Ray where he was and brought out some of the toys he had placed in the rec. room earlier. He pulled out some lengths of rope and began tying the ends to Ray’s wrists and then leading the length under the table and tying the other end to Ray’s opposing ankles. Cole made sure the ropes were taught, he pulled the ends of the ropes so that Ray was up on his toes before he tied the ends around his ankles. He stood back and admired his work. He liked Ray trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. And with that image, it was time to work on the stuffing! He moved around to the other side of the pool table so that Ray could see what he was doing. Cole wanted to give Ray’s dick some time to relax and for his balls to hang low again. Cole rummaged through the box in front of Ray. He pulled out a tube of lubricant and set it to the side where Ray could get a good look at it. Then he pulled out some short lengths of leather with snaps on the ends. Ray didn’t have a clue about them. Finally, Cole pulled out something that looked like a pool ball in a leather strap just like in that scene from Pulp Fiction. Ray had been somewhat calm before he saw that; then he lost it. "NO! UHNNNN!" Ray began to struggle against his bonds, "NO FUCKING WAY! NO WAY! YOU AIN’T GETTING’ ME IN THAT!" Cole didn’t say anything as he slowly circled the table. Ray continued to struggle vainly against his bindings. "N… nuhnnn… NO! COLE, …nuhnnn… uhnn… NO!" Ray continued to struggle. "Please, Cole, not that. I’ll do anything!" Ray tensed every muscle in his body when he felt Cole beside him. The heat from their bodies touching caused a shiver of apprehension to course through him. Ray clinched his teeth shut against the gag and turned his face away from Cole in an attempt to prolong the inevitable. The silence was broken only as Cole fitted the gag into place. "Open!" He said it softly but firmly, and without a doubt, there was no mistaking or denying him. Ray slowly opened his clenched jaws and felt the offensive ball graze across his teeth, forcing his mouth wide. "Uhhh-huh-huunnnn…." A low keening, followed by heavy intakes of breath through the nose came from Ray as Cole fastened the buckles behind Ray’s head. Cole gently patted Ray on the ass and said, "It’s all right, Ray. I’m not going to hurt you." The patting slowly became rubbing, petting as Cole intoned words of comfort and ease. "Shhh, boy, be quiet. You’ll be fine. This is just a part of the game. Shhhh, calm down now." As Cole’s strong hands cupped and kneaded Ray’s sunburnt ass, Ray snuffled a bit but began to calm down. His muscles never eased from their tense state, however. "Good boy, just relax." From his vantage point above and behind Ray, Cole reached over and grabbed the lubricant. He made sure Ray’s eyes followed as he squeezed a large dollop onto his fingers. Cole got a sinful pleasure out of watching Ray flinch a bit when the bottle of lube belched out its slick contents. Cole stifled a laugh as Ray attempted to escape his invading fingers by pushing up on this toes and moving away from Cole’s hand. All he had managed to do was to make himself more available for Cole’s fingers to run amuck in Ray’s ass-cleft. Cole took his time working his fingers up and down Ray’s crevice, taking special care to slowly apply pressure on—but not enter—Ray’s pucker. Cole would spend a few extra moments lingering, circling, and then end his circuit by manipulating Ray’s perineum. His plan was simple: keep up the massage, manipulate Ray’s senses and overload his nervous system with desire so bad it became a need. Cole was beginning his cycle of three days off duty; he knew he had time. He would break Ray’s will. Ray, on the other hand, was experiencing a battle deep within the limbo between mind and body. He knew he was about to engage in gay sex again, and this troubled him. He was caught up in the fears of his Midwest upbringing that told him what he was doing was wrong. If he gave in, he was a faggot. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be on the receiving end of Cole’s monster dick. However, his body was telling him a different story. Each time Cole’s fingers made contact with his butt hole, he wanted to flex out, to grab those fingers with his pucker and draw them in deeply. If his asshole were another mouth, he would be nipping and sucking at those fingers like there were no tomorrow. He wasn’t exactly cognizant of how his cock would leap and bob every time those fingers began rubbing and pushing on his perineum. He didn’t notice how his body was betraying him by thrusting slightly back when Cole’s fingers gently applied pressure to his butt hole. Ray never turned his head to see Cole smirk when all this happened. Ray was too busy feeling and thinking and fighting his internal battle to notice his throat moaning and making a frustrated fuck-grunt each time he tried to impale himself on Cole’s fingers and failed. Cole decided to up the torture just a little to test the waters, so to speak. This time when he circled Ray’s butt pucker, he left his fingers there. Each time Ray pushed backward, Cole would move his hand back with him; the pressure stayed the same, no penetration, no ease of frustration, just a building of desire, of animal need This had the added bonus of causing Ray to make those special little lust grunts. Cole knew what he would be hearing soon enough; he was willing to wait to hear it. Another frustrating ten minutes passed, filled with the same pattern of assault and retreat. Ray would make a thrust to engulf Cole’s fingers; Cole would move with him, negating the move; and Ray would growl, stymied by his own sexual tension. For his part, Cole was simply waiting for the moment when the grunts and moans became incoherent speech. He was waiting for Ray to start shouting against his gag. Cole wanted to hear the muffled sounds of Ray begging to be fucked—fucked hard, fucked mean, fucked and fucked and fucked until he couldn’t make any other sounds because he screamed himself raw around his gag. That was the sign Cole was waiting for. Cole didn’t want Ray to have any doubts that he wanted to be fucked. It had to be Ray’s need to be fucked that was being fulfilled. It had to be clear that Ray was the one who asked for it before it happened. Five more minutes were all it took. "Gck! Hoow, huhck whee! Yhawm ii! Huhck whee!" Cole grinned ear to ear. It wasn’t Shakespearean eloquence, but he didn’t need a translation of the sounds of the desperate to be fucked: ‘Cole, fuck me! Damn it! Fuck me!’ Were sweeter words ever spoken? Cole’s answer: Hell, yes! Sweeter words have been spoken, and he didn’t give a fuck. This wasn’t about sweetness or tenderness; this was about raw need. Hunger and lust were base emotions; man at his simplest. Here was Ray, trussed up and ready to be hammered. Hell, tell the truth, he was begging to be ridden and put away wet. Cole put his left hand in the middle of Ray’s back to push him back down against the pool table. Ray resisted at first, but finally gave in and went down like he should. After he lie there a moment, he could feel Cole’s finger against his butt hole. Before Cole could react, however, Ray put all his force into one dramatic push backward and was rewarded with his goal. Cole’s finger sunk in passed the second joint. This maneuver cost Ray, he hadn’t been prepared for the full assault, but he knew he had to do it if he were going to avoid any more teasing. He had knocked the wind out of himself, but he was finally sated with his penetration. Rewarded with his prize embedded within, he clamped down hard so Cole couldn’t pull out. He held Cole’s there for several moments until he was sure Cole wasn’t going to deny him anymore. Cole slowly pulled back when he felt Ray unclench. He pulled back with a twisting motion, sort of corkscrewing his way backward. Then, with equal twisting motion, he pushed back in as quickly as Ray had thrust backward. Again there was a satisfying "woof" when Cole’s finger "hit bottom". Ray gave out a satisfied groan and settled his meaty frame against the table to receive this new pleasure. Cole worked Ray’s hole for a few more minutes before adding his second finger. Ray grunted and began to rise against this, but Cole put his left hand in the middle of Ray’s back again and that was all it took for the new assault to begin. After several minutes at this level, Cole added his third finger. Ray wasn’t ready for this, but had no real say in the matter. He twitched and bucked, but in the end, he was still being fingered and it got to the point where he was opening up to the battering. This went on for some time until Cole decided it was time to put his cock to use. He stopped his finger work and picked up the lubricant again. This time he smeared a liberal glob on the length of his fuck column and put his massive head at Ray’s back door. Ray could feel the heat radiating from Cole’s dick, but he wasn’t prepared for the burning sensation he felt when it was pressing insistently for entrance. There was still some resistance until the head sort of popped inside. Ray "woofed" again and then cried against his gag as the massive penis "lay new pipe". Even with the preparation he had been subjected to, there was no way to prepare his virgin ass for an intrusion of this magnitude. Cole simply ignored the groans of protest, grabbed Ray’s shoulder with one hand and his hip with the other and then pushed again. He wasn’t going to bother waiting for Ray to grow accustomed, but Ray’s instinctual reaction was to clinch down and try to expel the massive pole. This stopped Cole’s forward momentum, so he bent over Ray and ordered in no uncertain terms, "Relax your ass, Ray, or I’ll tear you up! Act like you’re taking a shit and it will go easier." Ray complied, but it took all of his will power to fight against his instincts. Each time he pushed out, Cole sank in deeper. Ray knew he was working at cross purposes, but all it took to convince him was the moment Cole’s cock-head rasped across Ray’s prostate. At that point, all resistance flew out of Ray’s mind and body and the two began working as one. Cole and Ray smiled contentedly, although oblivious of each other’s reaction. It took very little from that moment to build up a rhythm. Soon Cole’s cries of heated fucking were drowning out the gagged grunts of Ray’s own pleasure. Cole could tell that Ray would be shooting soon and wasn’t sure he wanted that to happen just now, but finally decided that he would allow it, but make sure that Ray knew that it was only because his master had made that choice. "You’re getting close to shooting, aren’t you, boy?" Cole grunted out between plunges. Ray merely nodded enthusiastically. Cole replied, "Well, I guess I’ll let you, but you had better be really appreciative to me or it will be a cold day before I let you get off again. Do you understand me, pussy-slave?" Ray winced inwardly at the humiliating term, but his body was making demands against his pride that he couldn’t deny. He quickly nodded fervently, prepared to walk across hot coals and broken glass for the privilege of cumming on the end of his master’s dick. "Okay, boy, get ready to shoot it then. Make master proud!" Three more gut wrenching plunges and Ray’s orgasm began. It started at both ends of his body at once. His scalp began to tingle and his toes began to curl as his sexual release began its jangling dance up and down his nervous system, finally ending in massive contractions of power he had never experienced before. He felt his ass begin to clinch and his groin began to expand in an explosion more powerful and exhausting than any he had experienced before in his life. Even his very first orgasms couldn’t prepare him for the nuclear bomb being released inside of him at this moment. His mind shut off and his entire essence was centered in his pulsing dick as it exploded volley after volley onto the edge of the wooden bumper of the pool table. Cole would have loved to shoot at the same point, making it all the more special, but it wasn’t going to happen. He was always slow to shoot and it took him about ten more minutes to shoot his rocks off than the average fifteen minutes it took other men to reach orgasm. So, even after Ray popped, Cole went on pounding his ass with abandon, building up to his own explosive release. In the mean time, he reached up under Ray and collected some of his spunk and brought it up to Ray’s nose, where he smeared it. If it weren’t for the gag, he would have shoved his palm into Ray’s mouth and forced him to eat his own spunk. Still, as Ray fought to keep his cum from being smeared on his own face, Cole began to reach his own peak. It seemed the more Ray fought him, the hotter it made Cole. As Ray began bucking against this new humiliation, Cole built up to his own orgasm. Warmth began to spread from his taught abdomen as his monster dick began to spasm, Cole’s vision went red and he saw spots exploding in time to his ejaculatory blasts. The ear-shattering roar that tore from his mouth set Ray to shuddering. Cole then collapsed against Ray’s back and ran his right arm under him, pulling them closer. He never bothered pulling out of Ray’s ass as he regained his ability to breathe. Slowly he nipped and bit at Ray’s sunburnt neck and shoulders. This brought minor reactions of complaint from Ray, but the two men were sated and Cole could really care the less about Ray’s objections at this perfect moment for him. As they lie there, Ray became uneasy with the realization that he was still beneath Cole and there was a huge dick still buried all the way up his ass. Ray began clinching and pushing his ass backwards in an attempt to expel the invader. He could still feel Cole’s heat and, amazingly enough; he imagined he could feel Cole’s heartbeat both in his ass and against his back. It was an alien feeling and it made him feel both comforted and frightened at the same time. However, he soon realized his mistake in attempting to push that monster out of him when it began to respond by steeling up again instead of being forced out. Cole simply nuzzled up against Ray’s ear and said, "Hmmm, ready for more, are you? That’s my pussy-boy. Cock hungry and demanding! Hells yeah! I’ll give it to you again." Cole began his thrusts again, this time going slowly and leisurely. Dragging his dick across Ray’s prostate started the groaning sound again and fueled his pleasure at fucking his old schoolmate. He was working up a steam when he decided to change tactics. Ray’s disappointment in being left bereft of his master’s cock was apparent by the way he craned his head around to see what had happened that the huge dick was pulled away. Ray caught a glimpse of Cole ducking down to untie one of his restraints…. The process was relatively easy and over quickly. Cole maneuvered Ray so that he was now on his back with his lower back painfully hanging over the edge of the pool table and his face left staring up at the tiffany style light hanging over the length of pool table. Cole stepped between Ray’s legs, then took the time to remove Ray’s gag. Ray worked his jaws to relieve some of the muscle tension that had built up. Cole proceeded to kiss Ray. This time, there was no resistance. Their tongues were exploring and pressing for dominance. Ray was sucking deeply on Cole’s tongue when he felt the heat once again pressing against the cleft between his ass cheeks and that super-heated cockhead butting up against his balls. He pulled his legs up and placed them around Cole’s hips, opening himself up for his master’s entry. Cole would have grinned, but his tongue was still being pulled deeply into Ray’s mouth. With his hands free, Cole aimed his dick at Ray’s hole and pressed his advantage. This time around there was no resistance to his entrance. Ray’s ass seemed to open wide and suck him in just as Ray’s mouth was working Cole’s tongue. Ray broke their kiss only long enough to breathe and moan out his pleasure as the eleven and a half inch monster made its way deep into his guts. The pounding continued. Ray was close to shooting again when Cold grabbed his nuts on their ascent into his abdomen. "Not this time, boy! You won’t be shooting until I’m ready to let us both go!" Ray grunted in protest, but managed to groan out, "Hnnnn, Sir! No, Sir! I won’t shoot until you say so!" Cole smirked; Ray caught the gleam in his master’s eye. It made his guts knot up in an amazing spasm of lust. Ray was enjoying being mastered as much as Cole was enjoying being master. Cole kept control of their orgasms again until he knew he was getting close to his own inevitable blast. Then, at the last moment before they reached the point of release, Cole clamped down on Ray’s nuts. Ray cried out in pain, but Cole shot his seed deep inside of his sex slave. Cole pulled Ray’s cock out away from his body and began to run his thumbnail across the sensitive head. Ray whimpered in protest, but never voiced any other objection to his master’s ministrations. Cole pulled his steaming dick out of Ray’s ass and pushed his legs as far apart as he could, then he climbed up on the table above Ray’s head. He faced Ray’s feet and slowly lowered himself down until his cock pressed against Ray’s lips. "OPEN!" A simple command, no question in what he must do. Ray opened his mouth and felt the cock that had been in his ass moments ago, enter and fill his mouth. "SUCK IT CLEAN!" Ray began this humiliation without hesitation. After what he had been through today, he wasn’t about to test his master’s creativity. As it was, Ray was having a difficult time dealing with the fact that not only had he been shaved and fucked twice, now he had a cock pushed deep into his throat and his master’s ass cleft over his nose and eyes. In this position, all he could manage was listening as Cole rummaged in the box of toys. He was uneasy, but with his master’s body leaning over him and that monster cock buried in his throat, Ray couldn’t make out what exactly was being prepared next. He could feel the sweat dripping down the side of his face as the heat of his master’s thighs and his own nervousness caused it to flow. He didn’t flinch when he heard, "Get your legs up in the air and keep ‘em spread as wide as you can!" Instantly he had his legs up and spread. He could feel his master twisting about, but still wasn’t sure what was next. Suddenly there was a pressure at his asshole and then something pushed passed his slightly looser ass-ring, plugging his well-used ass. Suddenly, in addition to the pressure of the object, he felt an odd sensation as it began to vibrate and send waves of pleasure throughout his body. The object was wedged perfectly against his prostate and Ray was quickly climbing the ladder to orgasm again. However, as his throbbing dick pulsed, he felt his master grab and pull his balls away from his body. There was some pressure and then a snap followed by two others. Ray felt his balls being pulled uncomfortably down and away from one another. This was some form of ball separator and cock ring. He didn’t know it at the time, but all the pleasure and pain were going to work at odds to keep him painfully from shooting at the same time as forcing his body to build up more and more pressure in his balls. It wasn’t until Cole began pinching and pulling his tits that Ray was pushed over the edge of uber-stimulus. Ray could never stand to have too much tit work done because of their sensitivity. It was a sure-fire way to awaken the beast within him. The effect this new element had was for Ray to redouble his sucking efforts on his master’s cock. Cole grunted in appreciation of the new verve his ministrations were having on his boy’s sucking. Even though he had cum only ten minutes before, he was well on his way to building up another massive load of scum to shoot into his willing punk. Cole continued with his pinching and pulling when he decided to try something new. He grabbed a hold of one of Ray’s legs, which were now quivering against the strain of keeping them in the air, and pulled the foot to his mouth. Ray moaned in approval as his master began sucking on his toes. Pulling on his left nipple and sucking the toes on his right foot were having the desired effect of Ray really "going to town" on Cole’s dick. Ten more minutes of this went by until Cole felt that old fire building up for release again. He thought of warning Ray, then decided on a different tact. He pulled his cock out of Ray’s throat until only the head remained in his mouth. He began to shoot and as his third orgasm took over, he simply ordered, "SWALLOW!" He was pleased as he saw Ray’s throat working overtime to get all that spunk down his gullet. Once he regained his composure, Cole got up and removed the vibrator from Ray’s ass. He nodded at Ray’s swollen red cock as it throbbed in what appeared to be a rather painful fullness. He untied Ray’s legs and arms and told him to get off the table. Ray moved as quickly as he could, but his muscles were stressed and tired from his "work-out", so it was with some unsteadiness that he gained his feet. "GET ON YOUR KNEES AND LICK YOUR CUM OFF OF MY TABLE YOU MAGGOT!" Cole made no pretense of kindness toward Ray with these orders. Ray dropped to his knees and was about to begin licking when Cole ordered him to stop. "YOU WILL NOW LEARN THE PROPER STANCE A SLAVE TAKES IN THE PRESENCE OF HIS MASTER! WHEN YOU ARE ON YOUR KNEES, YOU WILL HAVE YOUR HANDS LOCKED IN ONE OF TWO POSITIONS! POSITION ONE IS BOTH HANDS INTERLOCKED BEHIND YOUR HEAD! POSITION TWO IS LOCKED BEHIND YOUR BACK! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, YOU COCKSUCKER?" "SIR, YES, SIR!" came Ray’s crisp reply. "WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, PUKE?! GET LICKING!" With his hands locked behind his head, Ray began licking his cold, sticky mess off of the side of the pool table. He was about to get up when he thought better of it; and, after locking his hands behind his back, he proceeded to lick up his cum that had dripped to the floor. When he was done, he pulled himself up into a kneeling position and put his hands back behind his head, awaiting his master’s approval. Cole grinned down at his new pussy-boy and, petting his head, said, "Good boy! You’re a real cum-hound aren’t you?" Ray couldn’t refrain from smiling as he felt a swell of pride at earning his master’s approval. "Yeah, that’s what I thought. You like being my cum-hound; don’t you." It was a rhetorical statement. Even so, Ray nodded like his head was going to break off his neck. Cole sneered down at Ray in his submissive pose, nodding about being a cocksucker and he decided to give it to him again. He simply took a couple of steps forward and Ray opened up and sucked him down. Ten more minutes of Ray sucking and licking and doing his best to please his master passed. Ray frowned when that dick was pulled out of his mouth. "STAND UP!" Ray complied in a moment. Cole stared down at his boy. Ray didn’t think and made eye contact. "ARE YOU EYEBALLING ME, BOY?" Ray quickly looked down, but the damage had been done. "DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO LOOK ME IN THE EYE, PUNK?" Ray shook his head to the negative as he looked at the floor. "Sir, no sir." His reply was a meek whisper. "SPREAD YOUR LEGS! BEND YOUR ASS OVER! GRAB YOUR ANKLES!" Ray snapped to at each command. He was expecting to get fucked hard for his mistake. He was far from the truth and realized this only after the first impact of Cole’s open palm fell hard and fast against his exposed ass. "ARGGGHHHH!" Ray shouted out as it seemed like his ass had exploded. His nearly forgotten sunburn was painful, but nothing was going to soothe his ass after this. "COUNT THEM OUT! AND DON’T YOU DARE SAY ANOTHER WORD!" "Hunnnnn! One… Hunnnnn! Two… Hunnnnn! Three…." The punishment went on forever it seemed, but he was only struck fifteen times. There were tears streaming down his face when Ray was allowed to kneel at his master’s feet. His ass was stinging, painful and raw from his well-deserved punishment. "ALRIGHT, BOY, STOP THAT CRYING!" Ray attempted to get control of himself; he was inwardly berating himself for his shameful display. He was a man, damn it! He fought against pulling away as Cole lay his hand on his shoulder. Cole soothed his punished boy and pulled him up to stand before him. This time Ray kept his eyes averted. "There now, boy. You’re alright." Cole reached over for the aloe and smeared it in between his palms before gripping his boy’s ass in his hands and massaging the red flesh. Ray leaned in against his master’s chest and let him work on his ass. As his master’s ministrations began to soothe the physical pain of his reprimand, Ray noticed how close he was to his master’s nipples. Tentatively, he began to gently lick at his master’s tit. Cole smiled to himself, but made no move to stop Ray. Emboldened, Ray nipped and sucked at his master’s chest. Cole pulls them over to a leather couch against the far wall and sits before pulling Ray down to sit on his lap. Ray is turned inward and reprises his earlier chest work on his master. Cole begins to finger Ray’s ass yet again. This time, however, his fingers begin to make their way back to Ray’s hole. Ray simply opens up and lets his master have access as he continues to worship the massive chest before him. Ray was very conscious of his master’s dick growing and pressing up between them. Without missing a beat, Ray maneuvered himself so that his master could easily penetrate him if it were his wish. Cole decided to take some time before actually fucking Ray again, but let Ray gyrate and rub around. Cole loved the feel of Ray’s hairless body as it slid around on his hairy one. Finally, he was building up to orgasm and wanted to plant himself deeply in Ray’s ass at that point. Without a word, he pushed a little on Ray’s hip and Ray did the rest. He pulled up and adjusted himself above the hot flesh pulsing and leaking between them. Ray slowly moved his hand downward and paused before he touched his master’s dick. "Good boy! You may touch my dick to put it in your ass." Ray needed no more encouragement than that. He gripped the monster and once more pushed it "home". Ray grinned to himself as he thought that. His master’s dick was home now. Once he sank down, he began a slow up and down motion. He didn’t want to speed up until his master told him to do so. Cole made only one move after his dick was up Ray’s ass and that was to reposition them so that Cole was stretched out on the couch and Ray was kneeling above him on his knees and riding away at a slow pace. Cole lay back and let Ray put him through his paces, as it were. He was enjoying the slow fuck and let Ray continue to choose the speed of the ride. Occasionally, Ray would bend down and suck Cole’s tits, but Cole was truly shocked when Ray began to huff his pits and then lick them. At that point, Cole wanted a harder fuck. He spun them over so he was now "in the driver’s seat" and started to seriously plow Ray’s ass with deep and hurried thrusts. Their animal grunts were guttural and impassioned. Cole was so caught up in the pleasure of the moment. he almost forgot to check on Ray’s orgasmic progress. Ray was merely intent on getting Cole off and seemed oblivious when Cole reached down and unsnapped the apparatus restraining his cock and balls. It was as if a dam had burst as his balls almost immediately retracted up into his abdomen. He moaned loudly as Cole grabbed his cock and began stroking it. It was moments later when Ray’s orgasm began. "OH! SIR! THANK YOU! HNNNN! UHHHNN! UHHHNN! UHHHNN! UHHHNN! UHHHNN! UHHHNN! UHHHNN! UHHHNN! UHHHNN! UHHHNN!" Ray groaned out his pleasure as he shot ten volleys of spunk all over his master and himself. The moment Ray’s orgasmic contractions began, Cole’s own orgasm began. He echoed each of Ray’s shots, volley for volley. Ray seemed to spasm and then Cole would spasm. Even after his fifth time cumming, Cole was shooting wads that would make a teenager proud. Cole lowered himself down to rest on Ray’s messy chest. They lay there long enough for Cole’s dick to become flaccid and expel from Ray’s well-used ass with a popping sound. The moment Cole’s dick was out of him, Ray spoke, "Sir, may I clean you up?" Cole lifted his head and looked into Ray’s eyes. Ray instantly lowered his gaze until Cole told him to look him in the eye. "Yes, boy, why don’t you clean me up?" Cole traded Ray positions on the couch and let him begin his tongue bath. After Ray had finished, Cole got up and motioned for Ray to follow. They made their way back to the bathroom where Cole turned on the shower and told Ray to get in. Cole stayed under the hot spray as he had Ray bathe him. Once the water began to go cold, Cole moved Ray under the spray and washed him. Ray was grateful for his master’s kindness of not making him stand under the hot water with his sunburn. As it was, the cold water was a blessing against his angry skin. When they exited the shower, Ray blotted Cole dry and then Cole returned the favor. Again Ray was glad for his master’s kindness when he used a very soft piled towel instead of a rough one to dry him off. Once again Ray wanted to thank his master. He began licking and sucking at his master’s dick. "Boy, you are sure a cock-hungry slut, aren’t you?" Cole smiled down at Ray as he wrapped his lips around his dick and began to bob up and down, occasionally twisting his mouth around the meaty pole. For his part, Ray simply nodded briefly and focused on pleasing Cole. Even though his jaws hurt, he was determined to suck Cole off to orgasm again. It took him nearly forty minutes, but he managed to earn his mouthful of cum. Afterward, Cole led Ray upstairs to the kitchen. He had Ray kneel beside his seat at the table and proceeded to make them lunch. Cole would toss Ray scraps from his plate and let Ray lick his fingers. Cole purposely put too much food on his plate so they would both get enough to replenish them. Cole had Ray clear the dishes and wash them. When all was done, he led Ray to his bedroom and the two lay down. Cole allowed Ray to lie beside him as the two slept. Cole pulled Ray close against him and they dozed. An hour and a half had passed when Ray woke. He could feel Cole’s flaccid cock against his ass and back. He reached behind him and began to awaken the monster again. When it started to respond, Ray positioned himself so he could get it up his ass again. He noticed there was some lube on the nightstand next to the bed and he wasted no time getting it and applying it to his ass and his master’s dick. Once more he buried that huge dick up his ass and began to rotate and gyrate as it began to snake itself deep within. He woke Cole up soon after when he began a raucous thrusting. Cole simply pushed him over on his stomach and began to ride him like their lives depended on it. Once again, however, as he neared his orgasm, Cole reached under Ray and clutched his nuts to avert his climax. Ray groaned his protest, but knew better than to take it any further. His master was in control. Cole flipped Ray over and lifted his legs over his shoulders as he pounded Ray’s ass for a few minutes more before he shot off into his punk. Cole wanted to play some more mind games and so, after he reached his orgasm, he said, "Whose you’re master, boy?" "Sir, you, sir!" He nodded while he flexed his dick. "That’s right, punk." "What do you like more than anything else in the world, pussy-boy?" Ray didn’t see the trap coming and simply responded, "Sucking and fucking your cock, Sir!" "WHAT?!" Cole’s response was not what Ray had expected. A quick look of fear passed over his face. "YOU FUCKING PUSSY-BITCH! HOW DARE YOU PUT SUCKING AND FUCKING MY COCK ABOVE PLEASING ME AND BEING MY SLAVE?!" Ray shuddered as he heard, "GET MY BELT FROM THE DRESSER OVER THERE AND THEN LEAN YOUR ASS OVER MY LAP!" Ray jumped to comply, but he was visibly shaking as he rushed back to lean across his master’s lap. Cole took the belt from Ray’s hand and then teasingly swatted at his bubble-ass as it jutted up at him. It was still red from the earlier punishment and Sunburn. Cole pulled the rough woven leather across the abused skin. Ray rasped out a moan of fear. Cole slapped and cupped the left cheek but didn’t use the belt yet. Ray was shuddering in apprehension of the beating he was about to receive. Suddenly he felt the weight on the bed shift and he steeled himself for a blow from the leather strap. He kept his head down and his eyes squeezed shut as he waited for the jolt to land. He yelped when Cole grabbed his dick and began jacking him off instead. He lay still and allowed his master to pull on his cock. He tried not to move, he tried not to make his master unhappy. He wasn’t ready when the belt hit him across the ass. He nearly jumped out of his skin. He did, however, fall off his master’s lap. When he realized what he had done, he quickly attempted to correct his misdeed by assuming position one for his master. Ray averted his eyes. Cole looked sternly down at his cock-boy. "Well, at least we’ve seen you can learn something." Cole stood and walked out of the room. Ray sheepishly followed behind, keeping his gaze at the floor. Cole continued on until he was downstairs again. Ray found his master about to recline in the jacuzzi as he entered the bathroom. He kneeled again and awaited his master’s pleasure. "JACK OFF!" The command was simple and direct. Ray immediately grabbed his cock and began to stroke himself off. Cole leaned back and enjoyed both the soothing waters and the sight of Ray jacking off his beer can dick for his master’s pleasure. He paid close attention to Ray’s technique. He liked the way Ray pinched his nipple and juggled his balls. It didn’t go unnoticed that he was also rubbing his perineum and sticking a finger up his ass at points. Cole especially liked watching how Ray’s chest and neck got mottled with big red blotches of embarrassment as he attempted to avoid his master’s ever-present stare. Cole watched intently for the signs of orgasm. Ray was bucking against his hand and pulling savagely at his sensitive tit when he heard Cole, "STOP! LET GO OF YOUR COCK, BOY!" Frustration evident, Ray let go of his cock. Even so, it continued to jerk and bounce. "ASSUME POSITION ONE!" Ray put his hands behind his head, squared his shoulders and spread his legs apart so he was exposed to his master. Cole continued to enjoy the water as he watched Ray. Soon his cock had lost its tumescence. "JACK OFF!" Again Ray began to jerk off. Cole joined him this time, pulling on his own cock while he watched. Again, he ordered Ray to stop when it seemed as if he were going to cum. Cole continued his own hand job, observing that Ray’s dick stayed hard and showed no signs of going limp. Cole stopped his self-abuse and waited for Ray’s cock to go down again. "JACK OFF! AND THIS TIME, YOU STOP YOURSELF!" Ray began to stroke again. He watched as Cole began to pull himself off as well. He almost didn’t stop in time, but just managed to do so. Cole continued his own rub-job. He stood up and moved over above Ray. "PUT YOUR ARM DOWN!" Ray put his right arm down as his master wished. "I’M GOING TO FUCK YOUR ARMPIT, BOY!" Ray simply nodded and said, "Yes, master." Cole pushed his cock head into Ray’s underarm and began to thrust. Ray fought the tickling sensation for as long as he could, but in the end, he was laughing uncontrollably at his master’s onslaught. Cole grinned wickedly down at Ray and shot his wad. He continued to thrust into his own hot spunk and Ray’s sweat. "LICK!" Ray got to business and cleaned his master. He could taste his own salty sourness mixed in with his master’s cum. For some reason he was still hard and aching for release after all that had happened. Cole got the leash he had left here and put it back on Ray’s collar. He led him into the other room, made him sit on a rug at the foot of the couch, and then busied himself with setting up a video camera. Ray instantly became worried when he saw the camera set-up, but it was about his breaking point when he saw Cole drop a couple of dildos and other toys on the rug with Ray. "Alright, boy, I’m going to stretch out for a nap. You are to remain in this position until I wake up. You can play with your toys if you like, but don’t cum." With that, Cole stretched out and closed his eyes. "One more thing, boy. Don’t go sucking my dick or trying to sit on it again." Ray’s face burned with embarrassment. After an hour or so of sitting there watching as Cole slept, Ray was simply too turned on. Cole’s dick was hard and throbbing as he napped. Watching that stiff pole jerk in time to Cole’s heartbeat made Ray’s thoughts turn to his toys. He picked up one of the dildos and decided to try it out. He assumed position two after he managed to work the dildo up his hole and began to slide up and down on it. His cock was rock solid as he pumped up and down on his toy. He was really worked up and he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting as his cock jerked and spasmed. He was about to cum when Cole rolled on his side toward Ray. This was all it took to make him stop in his tracks. The sexual tension was so raw in him that he felt like his pre-cum was piss as it streamed out of him. He put his fingers down and began to smear his hands in his spoo. He brought his hand up to his mouth and began to lick his fingers clean. He didn’t notice that Cole was now awake again and staring at him. When he finished, he looked up and saw that he had been "busted". Cole was grinning ear to ear and Ray just looked back down and felt his face begin to burn as he blushed a deep crimson. "That’s alright, boy, enjoying your toys?" Ray nodded and said, "Yes, sir!" "Good boy. You didn’t cum did you, boy?" "No, sir." "Well, I’ve got a bone here you can chew on if you like, boy." Cole stroked his cock, which was leaking a prodigious amount of pre-cum itself. Ray crawled over to his master’s cock and began licking it. "Hmmmm, yeah, boy! You’re doing great! Lick that bone, boy!" Ray licked the pre-cum off of the hot dick as it jerked around on his tongue. "Okay, boy, time to bury the bone! Get up here and sit on it quick!" Ray jumped up and expelled his toy before he got up and mounted his master’s dick. Ray assumed position one after he had lowered his ass down onto his master. "Slowly, boy. Let’s make this one last for as long as we can." Ray moved so slowly up and down that Cole was tossing his head from left to right in response to the excruciating ecstasy Ray was creating for him. Ray tried to milk Cole’s cock by clinching and releasing his abdominal muscles. They took their time, neither one paying much attention to the time. Cole noticed Ray’s restraint at cumming before his master. At one point, Ray pulled completely off Cole and began to suck on his cock so he wouldn’t get off before his master did. Finally, Cole motioned for Ray to ride him again. This time, Cole flipped Ray over on his back, pushed his ankles up above his shoulders and proceeded to pound into him. "GUUUUHHHHH! OH, SIR! YES! POUND MY ASS! PLOW ME! RRRRGGGHHH! HARDER!" "YEAH, BOY, I’M GOING TO RIP YOU OPEN!" The noise of their fucking was growing by the minute. Their flesh made sucking and slapping noises and they came together and parted. Ray began shooting as Cole pistoned in and out, then began teasing his hole, just butting his cock head against Ray’s now vacant, yet eager ass. "OH! SIR! PLEASE FUCK ME! PLEASE PUT YOUR DICK IN MY ASS, SIR! PLEASE…. PLEASE, PUT YOUR COCK BACK INSIDE!" "YOU WANT IT BAD, DON’T YOU, BOY?" "OH! SIR, YES SIR! FUCK ME!" Cole pushed his cock back in and that was it for them. Suddenly, they couldn’t hold out any longer and they cried out in unison. Ray began shooting his wad all over. His orgasm was so strong that his cum flew up and hit him on the forehead, then over his head and finally winding down to streaks across his chest and stomach. The sight of Ray with is own cum all over his face and torso in addition to the contractions felt in his ass chute caused Cole’s own orgasm to strike. Once they had regained their composure, they made their way to the bathroom and cleaned up. They had enjoyed the shower and were lounging in the jacuzzi as Ray exclaimed, "Fucking EIGHT TIMES! SIR! You are FUCKING unbelievable! You came about twice an hour!" "Yeah . . . ." "Fuck, man . . . I mean, sir, you are seriously over-sexed!" Cole’s eyes glinted evilly as he said, "Do you really think so?" "Well, no, sir. I guess not." Ray grinned at his master and was glad that he was such a powerful man. "SHIT!" Cole’s words brought a look of fear to Ray’s face. When he noticed it, he made sure to assure his boy. "Don’t worry, I wasn’t meaning any punishment for you. I just realized I forgot to pick up Joey and Finch! Fuck! They’ve been out there all day." "Damn! What are we going to tell them?" Ray’s look of dismay was clearly printed across his face. Cole knew he was worried about what Cole was going to tell them about how they had spent their day, mostly that Cole would tell them that Ray had been sucking and fucking at the end of Cole’s cock all day long. "Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of all of it." Cole quickly stepped out of the jacuzzi and began drying off. Ray got out as well and began to dry off. They were out in the rec. room again when Cole said, "ALRIGHT, BOY, GET YOUR ASS UP ON THE TABLE! Ray gave Cole one questioning look before he complied. Cole strapped him down again and then began to leave. "SIR! Where are you going?" "I told you I am going after Joey and Finch. It’s almost eight o’clock. The sun will be going down soon. I think they’ve been out there long enough, don’t you?" "Yes, sir. But…." Ray left the rest of his sentence unfinished. "Don’t worry. I’m not done with you, yet. We’ll keep playing when I get back! I’ve got three days off!" "SIR! I CAN’T STAY HERE ANY LONGER!" The panic in his voice was very evident. "THERESA’S GOING TO KILL ME AND NO AMOUNT OF SEX IS GOING TO GET ME OUT OF THIS! YOU’VE GOT TO LET ME GO!" "I don’t have to do anything, BOY!" The edge in Cole’s voice was unmistakable. "Get this clear in your head, boy. I don’t give a tinker’s damn about Theresa. You’re mine now and that is just the way it is." Ray fought the urge to scream out his frustration. Cole rubbed his thigh and said, "You’ll be okay until I get back. Don’t worry about Theresa. I’ll handle her. WE aren’t finished by a long shot, boy. I didn’t spend all day reading about being a master and then training you to let you go after we’ve made such headway." With that, Cole went upstairs and Ray could hear him moving about, assumedly getting dressed. Ray fought back a sob when he heard the door shut and Cole’s car start up and pull out of the drive. Well, that is #9. As always, feel free to write, complain or whatever. Part 10 will bring the four major players together at Cole’s place. Installments afterward will attempt to provide some closure. I want to end this series with installment #12. Thanks for all of the e-mail and encouragement.