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Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2023 16:43:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeff Smith Subject: The Contract series Chapter 3 The Contract Chapter 3 By The Mangler The three masters re-entered the office to find Loser standing off to the side of Mr. Preston's desk not meeting any of their eyes as they entered the room. He had a red blush over most of his body. Sam was the last to enter the office, other than Todd, and as soon as he entered, he yelled "Present" at Loser. Loser just looked up at him like a deer in the headlights. "I fucking said, present, asswipe," Sam repeated as he stepped over and slapped Loser. "I don't want to do...." Loser began before Sam interrupted him. "And I don't fucking care what you want. At the moment, the contract is in effect and he will do as you are told. PRESENT." Loser looked toward Mr. Preston, who gave a slight nod, and then lowered himself to the floor, spread his knees, and locked his hands behind his head. Sam took his seat. "Now what is this I hear about Loser pussying out?" "Loser has indicated that he would like to exercise the buy-out clause of his contract which he is entitled to do. As you will remember, the contract obligates him to pay each of you 2 million dollars to terminate the contract. But, ..." "Doesn't he also have to fulfill the terms of the contract for the rest of the month?" Marc asked. "Technically, I have looked at the contract and yes, he does. However, in this state, there is a 3-day recission period for any contract that involves financial obligations over 10,000 dollars." "What does that mean?" Brad inquired. "If he exercises that option, it means that the contract is void from the time of signing and that there is actually no contract." "Is that the option the fucking worthless pussy is taking??" All eyes then turned toward Loser. His honor was at war with his ego. He knew that if he did not rescind the contract, it would remain in force for one month and the masters would not make that month easy and that he would be incurring substantial financial obligations. On the other hand, if he did rescind the contract he would be seen as a quitter --something that he abhorred in others. "No, I am not going to rescind the contract. I am simply exercising the buyout clause. I will honor the contract for the first month," he murmured. His sense of honor had won out. "I'm sorry," Emerson said, "but I didn't understand that. You need to speak up." The truth is that he had heard it. "I am NOT going to rescind the contract. I am simply exercising the buyout clause. I will honor the contract for the first month," he said in a much louder voice. His voice had a slight hitch in it and he actually turned redder in the face. The three masters simply snickered. "Well, I will make arrangements for the payment of the 2 million dollars to each of you. This should only take a few days till the money is in your hand. In the meantime, the terms of the contract will continue to be in force." "Well, at least it was a profitable day. I mean we will get a new place to live, new furnishings, and a new car," Brad said. "Not too bad for only a couple of hours of work." "True," Marc responded. "But I am disappointed in Loser over there. I thought he was made of stronger stuff, but I guess not." Loser looked down at the floor as the blush spread up his face. "Uhhh, Emerson," Sam said. "I have a question." "Sure Sam, what is it." "Is this considered `discretionary' spending?" "No, he is required to pay you the 2 million dollars," was Emerson's reply. "No, I get that. But is he `required' to rescind the contract?" As he asked this, he smirked in Loser's direction and Loser jerked his eyes up and looked like a deer in the headlights. Marc and Brad both let out loud laughs. "Well, obviously, he is not `required' to rescind the contract but once he does the spending is mandatory." Sam looked over at Loser, smirked, then turned back to Emerson. "But you can't make a discretionary action a mandatory action just because you invoke the discretionary action. That means that we three must agree to the spending." "That means I never have the right to rescind the contract without your approval and the contract doesn't require that," Loser screamed. "No one gave you permission to talk," Mark began. "Now, now, he has the right to be involved in this particular discussion," Emerson admonished. "I'm not saying that he doesn't, he just needs to have permission to do so. Maybe Master Sam wasn't through talking. Sounds like another demerit to me." Sam replied, "It should be but I think we'll let it pass this time. However, the next time it will be double demerit, Loser." "Also, that clause about buying out the contract only appears in the `renewal' section of the contract, so it only applies during that time," Sam continued. Loser opened his mouth to say something but closed it and looked at Emerson. Seeing the look on Loser's face, Sam laughed and said "Speak" as if he was talking to his dog. "It was the intention that I will be able to buy out of the contract at any time, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to it," he said in a very authoritative voice. Sam started to reply but Emerson held up his hand. "Well, both of you have made a sound argument for your position. That means this should be handled as the contract stipulates for disagreements -- submitting it to arbitration." Loser groaned as he knew that Van Saint was very unlikely to take his side. Brad interrupted Emerson. "It may be a little premature for that Emerson. After all, we may agree to the spending and so the point would be moot. Is there somewhere the three of us can talk? Privately," he continued while looking at Loser. "Todd, why don't you take them to the small conference room, if it is available." "It is. If you gentlemen would like to follow me this way," Todd said and he began to usher them out the door. "Stay in presentation while we're gone," Sam told Loser as they walked out the door. And no talking while we are not here." "You can't tell him that Sam," Emerson said. As Sam looked back to say something, Emerson continued, "Loser has the right to talk with his attorney when you are not around. This would be the best time." "Fine," Sam scowled not happy. As the door closed Loser looked at Emerson with glistening eyes. "I'm screwed, aren't I? Parker will never side with me. And I don't think I can do this." "Remember, you have the right of review, so if the arbitrator's decision is so out of line it can be overturned. And even though you said you weren't going to rescind, you still have 72 hours. The laws doesn't allow that to be waived. Only your honor does that." Loser seriously debated saying fuck it to his honor, but his sense of ego would not allow that. He breathed a small sigh of relief as he thought that least there was the option of having the arbitrator's decision reviewed. "And, yes, I think that you can do this. You're stronger than you think. Besides, if you decide to ignore the contract and the Masters sued, you would probably be found liable for the financial aspects of the contract, but not the other. Of course, you would then be labeled a quitter." Loser took another deep breath. The one thing he never wanted to be known as was a quitter. It went against every fiber of his being. But he wasn't sure that he could do this, but he would just have to wait and see. "Now excuse me while I make a phone call here." As Marc and Brad entered the conference room, Todd stopped Sam and whispered in his ear, "Don't let the little pussy off the hook. He has always gotten everything he wanted in life and it's about time that he learns real life isn't like that for us `normal' people." Sam smiled and nodded as he entered the conference room where the other two Masters had settled into their seats and sat down. Brad began. "Look, if we agree to the spending of the money, we each get 2 million dollars plus the other things, like a condo, a great car, and we have one month with Loser." "Yeah, but then we miss out on 11 months of showing Loser what it means to have no control over his life and that was the impetus for this entire situation. Plus, I must admit, it was a hell of a lot of fun, exercising control like that," Sam replied. "Well, I never thought he would go through with it," Marc said. "But since he signed the contract and I saw Sam putting him in his place, I must admit I became very excited at the prospect. And, if we enforce the contract until the end of the year and decide to opt-out, then we each get 500,000 dollars. Or we renew the contract and force Loser to buy us out if he really doesn't want to continue." "Shit," Brad said and both he and Sam laughed. "I forgot about the automatic renewal clause for Loser. So, if we refuse, and the arbitrators agree with us, we potentially get the entire year and 2,000,000 dollars." Marc continued, "So we agree that we will not approve the spending of the money and proceed to arbitration?" Both of the other Masters nodded yes and Brad asked, "Who should we get for our arbitrator?" As the three masters entered Emerson's office they heard, "Great, I'll see you here at 10:00 am tomorrow and Los...Ethan will be here as well," Emerson concluded his phone call as the three masters resumed their seats. "What's this about Loser being here tomorrow," Marc demanded. "And remember, his name is Loser, not Ethan." "I was just setting up an appointment with Parker Van Saint to come in so that we could review the contract and explain that Loser wants him to be his choice on the arbitration panel and what that would entail. Since he didn't know about the name change, I had to use Ethan. We will clear that up tomorrow. I would have to do the same thing with whomever you guys chose as your representative." As he finished saying this, he noted that Brad was texting on his phone. Before anyone said anything else, a ding was heard on Brad's phone indicating he had received a message. "Jerry says he could be here tomorrow at 10 if we want to appoint him as our representative," Brad said. Sam and Marc nodded confirming the decision they had made in the conference room. They all knew something that Loser didn't. Jerry had an abiding hatred of rich people so his vote would assuredly be on their side. When Brad had been explaining what was happening, Jerry was beside himself with joy -- even more so than Brad. "Great, then the three of us will meet at 10 tomorrow and go over the contract, the obligations, etc. And if those two agree to do it, I'll meet the 3rd arbitrator once he has been selected and review everything with him." Both Sam and Marc's phones indicated a message coming through. They both read the message, from Brad, and both smiled and typed "agreed" in response. Loser was looking particularly miserable but felt that at least things couldn't get much worse but he was reminded that he was wrong. "Okay, I think that is all for us here today. I'll see Loser here tomorrow at 10. And without any of the masters." "That's fine. We will make sure he is here on time. Well Loser, the good news is that you won't have to parade back to the dorm right now. You will barely have time to walk to the first condo showing. So once Todd leads you out of here, you'd better hustle." Loser had a single tear escape down his face as he realized that he was going to have to face his real estate agent dressed like this. `Maybe you are a fucking idiot,' he thought to himself. Sam picked up the end of the leash and handed it to Todd. "If you can see that Loser gets out of here, we would appreciate it." "Not a problem, sir," Todd nodded at Sam. At least not for me, he thought. Shortly after the three Masters left, Todd emerged from the office with a collared, leashed, and obscenely dressed Loser following in his direction. The visitors in the waiting room and the office staff who could see what was going on, all got quiet and watched stunned at the sight before them. Loser didn't think he could feel any more embarrassed but he was wrong. His entire body turned red and he prayed that he would just drop dead right here. Rather than hurry Loser to the stairs, Todd stopped at a couple of the desks to pick up papers and engage in business-related talk with those present. He was just delaying Loser's escape into the stairwell. As Todd opened the stairwell door, he looked at Loser and said "See you tomorrow, Loser. Look at the fucking joke you have become." Loser just walked into the stairwell and started down the stairs but had to stop as Todd had not dropped the leash. Todd just stared at Loser and held the leash until the silence became unbearable for Loser. Todd laughed dropped the leash and turned back into the office. Todd was beside himself with joy. Finally, he had one rich client he didn't have to kowtow and fawn over. If truth be known, Ethan, er Loser, was the one client that he didn't mind as he had treated him as a human being and was nice to him. But Loser represented the entitled rich preppy boys that came through here. And Todd was not about to give up the chance to take advantage of one of them. Even if he didn't particularly deserve it. But then again, Loser had asked for it. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he stopped before exiting the door. Going through that meant he was going to be out in public. He took a deep breath, summoned his courage, tucked the end of the leash into the shorts, and pushed open the door. He ignored the laughing of the guard as he pushed open the outer door, where he ran into James. "Doesn't look like you are doing so well, Loser," James said. "Hopefully when I see you tomorrow, you'll be doing better." "Tomorrow, what do you mean?" Loser asked. "Oh, didn't you know? My full name is Jerry James Jenson, I'm Brad's brother but I hate the name Jerry." James laughed as he saw the look of horror cross Loser's face as he realized that he was in this deeper than he thought. Loser's resolve waivered and he decided to head back into the building to tell Emerson that he wanted to rescind the contract. As he turned to return to the building, he felt a jerk around his neck. He looked to see that James had grabbed the leash and pulled. James then stepped up to Loser's side. "You really going to pussy out? I knew that you fucking rich bastards had no backbone when push came to shove. At the least sign of difficulty, you turn to daddy or use your money to solve problems. No fucking honor at all." James dropped the leash and returned to his podium and watched as Loser stood there. James could see the conflicting emotions as Loser battled to determine what he was going to do. James smirked when he saw Loser pick up the leash and start walking away from the building and toward his next appointment. `How the fuck did you get yourself into this mess,' Ethan asked himself as he walked down the stairs. He still thought of himself as Ethan. In his mind, he hadn't become Loser yet. "I knew that his ego was his weak point. Fucking rich prick," James murmured to himself before turning to help the client who had just pulled up. "Was than Ethan Winthrop," the client asked as he gave James his keys. "Um, no that wasn't Ethan," James replied with a smirk. "That is now Loser," James said to himself. The client just shook his head and went into the building. For questions or comments, you can contact me at [email protected] You wouldn't be reading this without the people and resources that nifty.org provides. If you can spare a bit of money to support it, visit https://www.nifty.org/nifty/support.html

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Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2023 22:37:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeff Smith Subject: The Contract Series Chapter 2 The Contract Chapter 2 Ethan had butterflies in his stomach as he stood in the shower. Today was the fateful day. It would be his last "free" day if he went through with the contract. He had stayed the weekend at his family mansion with his father and brother. His anxiety was made even worse by the thought that this might be his last night in the Mansion for the next year and that his father and brother had no idea the change his life was about to take and what their reactions might be. As he stood toweling off his hard, toned body, he knew that he was going to go through with it as he had never welched on a promise and he wasn't about to start now. After all, how bad could it really get?? And if it did get too bad, he had a way out -- an expensive way out but a way out never the less. He elected to dress up in his best clothes just to help emphasize the major changes he would be experiencing. This included a bespoke suit, handmade leather shoes, a custom white shirt, and a red tie. He knew he would be the envy of anyone who saw him today -- man or woman. He said goodbye to the family as he walked out the door and got into his Bentley. The family had no idea just how momentous that final goodbye was. He had just enough time to make it to the dorm to pick up his future masters. Sam, Marc, and Brad were standing on the sidewalk in front of their dorm as the Bently pulled up to the curb beside them. They were dressed in jeans, t-shirts, and caps. None of them made any move toward the car and just stared at Ethan as he sat in the driver's seat. Finally realizing what they wanted, Ethan almost drove away and forgot the whole thing, but finally decided that he needed to get this over with. He took a deep, fortifying breath before he shut off the car, opened the door, exited the car, and walked around the front to the passenger door which he opened. Sam smirked as he got into the car and Ethan closed the door. Ethan then opened the back passenger door and Marc got in. He finally walked around the back of the car and to the driver's side back door opening it for Brad to enter. As he walked back and got in the driver's seat, he felt a warmth on his face as a slight blush crept up his face as he realized that other students were staring at the site of the handsome, and well off, guy, playing "chauffer" to the three grubbily dressed smaller guys. "Good..." he started to say until Sam interrupted. "No one wants to hear from you, so shut it." Ethan was slightly stunned at the attitude but shut up and drove to the lawyer's office while the other three conversed as friends do. The closer they got to the lawyer's office, the worse the butterflies got. He pulled into the parking lot under the building. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Brad asked. "I'm parking the car," Ethan replied. "Great as that is your responsibility, but do you really think that we should have to walk through the garage to the office?" Ethan looked confused for a moment before he heard, "Drop us off at the front door, asswipe, refuse valet, and park the car yourself. Don't embarrass us," was the final command. Once again Ethan rethought this whole thing but he drove out of the lot, around the building, and to the front entrance. As he was driving there, he realized what the final comment was for. He pulled up to the front door and parked at the front door. He turned off the car and as he exited the door, he waved off James, the car valet, who was approaching them and said, "No need. I got this." James just stopped and stared. Ethan had never refused his services before. Ethan walked around the car and opened the front door and Sam alighted. He then moved to the back door and repeated the move. He did it for a third time until all the passengers were out of the car. "We'll meet you in the office," Sam replied. "Don't be late," he smirked. All three guys just laughed. As he went back to the driver's door, Ethan noticed the look of amusement on the valet's face. His blush deepened. "Gentlemen," James said as he opened the door into the lobby for the three college students who started toward the desk attendant but stopped when he said "No need to come over here. They are expecting you upstairs and the elevator is waiting for you." He pointed over to the private elevator which was open. Before walking over to the elevator, Sam walked over to the guard and whispered something into his ear. The guard looked a little wary until Sam said "Trust me." The elevator was very luxuriously appointed. It served only two levels, the lobby, and the 30th floor as it was only for guests. The executive elevator went from the parking garage straight to the 30th floor for the higher-ups in the firm. The "normal" employees and regular guests used the public elevators. Ethan drove the car back into the garage, parked, and walked back to the front of the building to use the guest elevator as he had done all his life. As he neared the entrance, he saw James walking toward him. "Ethan, I was informed that you were to use the side entrance to the building," he smirked. Ethan just stopped and looked at him, stunned. He always entered through the front door. "Who said that?" Ethan asked and James just raised a single eyebrow and stared. Finally realizing that this was going to be his life soon, Ethan walked beyond the front door and around to the side entrance where he had to "ring for entrance." He stood on the sidewalk getting impatient until finally, the desk worker opened the door. "Come this way," the guard said as Ethan entered. He then followed the guard around the corner from the elevator and watched as he stopped at an interior exit door, pulled out his keys, and unlocked it. "I was told you weren't allowed on the elevator. Don't worry the door opens directly into the offices on the 30th floor." James had a stunned look on his face and just stared at the guard and then looked at the exit door to the outside of the building. Seeing Ethan looking at the exit door, the guard just laughed. "I was told that you would probably be a pussy and back out," the guard sneered. Ethan was shocked as he had never been talked to like that by the employees of the building. Fighting down the urge to run like hell, Ethan instead said "Thank you" and walked through the door and started up the stairs. He paused when he heard the guard murmur "A little more respect from trash like that would be expected" as he released the door to walk back to the front desk. Ethan was stunned that he was being treated this way as nothing had been finalized yet and no one should know. He turned and took one step down before he took a deep breath, turned, and started back up the stairs. He wasn't going to give anyone the satisfaction of backing out. Ethan, in shape and diligent about his cardio workouts, was only slightly winded after the 29 flights of stairs, but he stopped to take a breath before hitting the buzzer for entrance. Once again, he had to wait a few minutes for the door to be open. "You are late. You know we have better things to do than wait for you, don't you?" Todd sneered as he opened the door. "You can't talk..." Ethan began. "Sure, I can," Todd said and then whispered "Loser." Ethan stopped speaking and just stared at Todd for a moment before saying "I'm sorry....., Sir." Todd smirked as he led Ethan into the waiting room where Sam, Marc, and Brad were sitting and talking. "It's about time, Ethan" Marc said. "Really should get a demerit, but as the contract hasn't officially started, guess we will let this pass for now." Ethan just stared and didn't say anything as he began to sit. "uhh, you stand over here," Brad said as he pointed to the space behind the sofa where the three were sitting. The butterflies in Ethan's stomach were now running rampant as he walked over and stood behind the sofa. "What the hell, am I doing," he thought. "I am Ethan Marshall Winthrop III, not some obedient little bitch." No sooner had the words floated into his mind than Todd appeared to lead them into the office. He started to walk in front of the three college guys until Todd stood in front of him allowing Sam, Marc, and Brad to go first. "Remember your new place," Todd whispered. "Well, not Ethan for much longer," he thought as he shuffled toward the office. "I have Mr. Jones, Mr. Jenson, and Mr. James here, sir. Oh, and Ethan, also" Todd announced as he opened the door. "Delighted to see you gentlemen," Mr. Emerson said as he stood and shook each of the three men's hands and gestured them toward the plush visitor's chairs. "You too Ethan," he said as he pointed to a spot behind the three chairs. "May I bring you gentlemen one of our craft beers?" Todd asked. The three nodded their heads and Todd turned and left the office ignoring Ethan who had started to ask for a water. "Well, now that you are all here, let me ask if any of you 3 have any other questions." "No, I think we are good," Brad replied. "Our lawyers seemed to be very happy with the contract." "Surprised but happy," Sam added. "Yes, I have spoken with each of them and there were no complaints but there was one minor alteration suggested. Which reminds me, Ethan, did you bring your checkbook with you?" "Yes, but why..." he began to reply. "Excellent, I have the bill from the three lawyers and they wish to be paid today. I assured them that wouldn't be a problem. Will it?" "No sir," Ethan said as he pulled out his checkbook and stepped up to the desk to look at the three invoices that Mr. Emerson handed to him. "What the fuck, Emerson. Ten thousand dollars each," Ethan exclaimed. "Are they out of their damned minds? There is no way this contact review was worth ten thousand dollars each." "Well Ethan," Mr. Preston began, "it was a rush job and, as you surely know, this is not a standard contrast. Of course, it is your right to challenge the bill if you feel it isn't fair. But if it isn't paid by the end of today, all three have indicated that they will file a lawsuit to get their money. And, of course, that would make everything very public. And it is Mr. Preston to you." Ethan stammered but then realized that he wasn't ready for anything to be that public so he grudgingly wrote out the three checks and handed them to Mr. Preston. At that moment, Todd walked in and handed the beers out. As he turned to exit the room, seeing that only Ethan was looking at him, he stuck his tongue out at Ethan and smirked. It wasn't often that he didn't have to kiss up to the firm's clients so he was going to enjoy it as much as he could. "So, let's get on with the signing of the contract," Mr. Preston said. "Now, Mr. Preston," Marc began. "Oh, please, call me Emerson. There is no reason for us to stand on formalities." As he had said this Mr. Preston had looked up briefly at Ethan and shook his head "No." "Okay, Emerson. You said that there has been a slight change to the contract since its first presentation." "Oh, yes, you are right. As you know originally the contract was to start on June 1 and we had discussed how it would take some time to buy a condo and get everything set up. Therefore, it was suggested to move the start date of the contract up to today, May 1st, with the understanding that a condo will be ready to move into by June 1st at the latest. As written, Ethan would be essentially free to do as he wished in terms of buying the condo and then purchasing furniture and setting up the condo would have to wait until the contract kicked in and then you would be living in an unfurnished condo." "Is it possible to get everything done in that short a time frame?" Brad inquired. "As the purchase of the condominium will be done on an all-cash basis and we already have an inspector lined up to go in immediately upon deciding on a unit, a condo should easily be ready by June 1st. In addition, I have set up accounts at several stores, so that you may go ahead and begin purchasing furnishings for your individual spaces and the common spaces. However, if the contract is not in effect, you guys would be responsible for the cost if the contract was never signed. Each of the retailers understands the immediacy of this order, and knowing Ethan's importance to the community, you will receive priority consideration for any orders and any custom orders." "I assume you have already looked at the car catalog for the Lamborghinis?" "We have done that, but it states that the lead time can be as much as one year for a custom order?" Sam stated. "For the average buyer, well average rich buyer yes, but knowing the importance of the Winthrop family to the community and their business, they have already gotten the basic build of the three cars and just need the colors and how you wish them outfitted to complete the order. I am assured they will be ready by June 15th at the latest." As Mr. Preston assured the three young men that all things would be ready, Ethan began to panic. "What the hell have I agreed to," he thought. "After signing this, I will not be special anymore. The three of them will be." He began to hyperventilate a little. "Problem, Ethan?" Mr. Preston inquired. "Noo..no.. No sir. And I would never leave the Masters stuck with the cost of the furniture if the contract hasn't gone into effect yet, but there are parts of the contract that can't be done without being in the condo." Ethan replied as he managed to get his breathing back under control. Marc replied, "Then there shouldn't be any issue with moving the date of the contract up right?? As you say, there would be some parts of the contract that couldn't be enforced until we are in the condominium but that wouldn't be a problem as we would not expect those to be done until possible." The three masters looked at Ethan and smirked as he tried to control himself. "Okay then, let's begin, shall we? You will each sign five copies of the contract, one each for the three of you, one for Ethan, and one for the office to maintain. After signing, Todd will make three copies. One for Mr. Van Saint..." "Why does he get one?" Ethan blurted out. This earned him some raised eyebrows from the sofa. "As you chose him as your permanent arbitrator, he will need to be very familiar with the contract to help enforce its terms and to help the other two temporary arbitrators understand the contract." The butterflies had now escaped and were flying freely around. Ethan had not expected others to know so quickly, but he guessed it made sense so he just nodded and said nothing else. "I'm sorry, but we had forgotten to talk to you about a change to the contract," Sam stated. This caused Ethan's stomach to tighten in apprehension. "Of course, but at this point, it may delay things if we have to redo the contract," Mr. Preston said. "Oh, in that case maybe we should just forget abo...." Sam began. "BUT we could eliminate the delay if we signed the contract now and then added whatever you wished to change as an amendment if the change isn't too great of one," Mr. Preston said. "No not really a "change" at all, just a clarification. The three of us would like to announce a list of arbitrators for the other two positions. One of which we get to pick and one those two arbitrators could choose." Ethan looked slightly askance at that comment as he knew it probably wasn't something good. "That could easily be done and shouldn't be a problem. Should it Ethan?" "I shouldn't think so," Ethan said warily. "Then what is that list?" Mr. Preston inquired. Brad spoke for the group when he said, "The exclusive list would be Todd Wright,.." Ethan quickly glanced up to see a slightly stunned Todd smirking behind Mr. Preston. "Jerry Jenson, Jonathan James and Kenneth Jones." "But those are your brothers," Ethan cried out. Mr. Preston stated, "I agree that would be very unusual and would be considered a conflict of interest and would be frowned upon." "Oh, I'm sure Ethan would be willing to wave the conflict of interest. We could change the arbitration method a little requiring a neutral lawyer to examine the decision making sure that it fell within the acceptable interpretation of the contract. But only as to the contract and not to the fee and penalty structure," Marc said. "That would be acceptable," Mr. Preston said. "And very well thought out, I might add. What do you have to say, Ethan?" Ethan just stared and didn't say anything as he thought about the consequences of such a clause. "Told you he would pussy out," Brad said. "yes, I must say I am disappointed, I expected much more out of him," Sam replied, ignoring Ethan all altogether. Marc chipped in, "And I thought he was such a man of his word. Just goes to show you can't trust anybody these days." As the three had expected, Ethan's ego kicked in. He had never reneged on an agreement and wasn't about to start now. "I'm okay with that. But can we put it in the contract so that it becomes effective when we sign here today?" Ethan asks. "That is a change that I think we can make easily. Just give me a few moments," Mr. Preston said as he turned to his computer. The three masters sitting on the couch just smirked at one another as they began talking about general life things and ignoring Ethan altogether. Pulling up the original contract, Mr. Preston determined that only two clauses needed to be modified: Each party agrees that no recourse from the arbitrator's decision is available was changed to read: At either party's request, the decision of the arbitrators shall be reviewed by a neutral attorney to make sure the decision falls within the acceptable bounds of the contract. Said attorney can only review the portion of the decision regarding the interpretation of the contract. Fees and penalties provisions are not reviewable. The following section Loser chooses, currently, to appoint Parker Van Saint as his permanent arbitrator. Loser reserves the right to change this appointment ONLY at the time of this agreement's renewal. Was changed to read: Loser chooses, currently, to appoint Parker Van Saint as his permanent arbitrator. Loser reserves the right to change this appointment ONLY at the time of this agreement's renewal. The Master Js agree to appoint their arbitrator from the following list: Jerry Jenson, Jonathan James, Kenneth Jones, and Todd Wright. The final arbitrator will be chosen from the same list by the two appointed arbitrators. All parties agree to release any arguments concerning conflict of interest from the chosen arbitrators. Once Mr. Preston had made the appropriate changes and gotten approval, he had Todd run off new copies of the contract. Mr. Preston handed each of the signees and copy and stated "I'll give you time to read over the contract again to make sure all is in order." "I think we are good," Sam said and the other two agreed. They all then turned to look at Ethan. "I'm good too," he said in a shaky voice. "In that case let's get the signing over with." Pressing the intercom button, Mr. Preston stated "Susan could you have Craig come in and bring his notary stamp?" He then turned to the assembled group and said, "I was going to have Todd witness it, but since he is mentioned within the contract that would not be appropriate." "Right away Mr. Preston," she responded. Mr. Preston then lined up the six copies of the contract on the conference table and had them sign one at a time starting with Sam, followed by Marc, then Brad, and finally Ethan. The first three signed without any hesitation but as Ethan took the pen he paused as he looked down at the contract. He knew if he signed it, he would be either signing away his rights for at least the next year or face a very expensive exit package from the contract. "Looks like you were right Brad, he is going to pussy out," Sam said to his fellow masters. Ethan glanced in their direction before he signed the contract in all the appropriate places and slid it back across to Emerson, who handed it to Craig to witness. Craig signed the contract and gave it back to Emerson whom he noticed was adjusting his crotch. "That will be all Craig," Emerson said. "Don't you have something to say to Craig?" Brad asked while looking at Ethan. "Thank you, sir, for your assistance." "Uhm, you're welcome," Craig said as he gave Ethan a strange look before walking through the door. "Well, everything is legal and the contract is now in force. I have..." he began before Sam interrupted him. "Is there a restroom nearby," he asked Emerson. "We need to get losers over there into more appropriate attire." Ethan blanched at this as Emerson replied "There is no need for a restroom. You can do what you need to here. This is my private office." "Uhh, sure, but what we need to do isn't exactly g- G-rated," .... Replied. Emerson laughed. "Believe me when I say there isn't anything you could do in this office that would be any worse than what had been done before." The three just looked at each other before turning to face Ethan. "Okay loser boy, get naked." Ethan froze for a moment. Being naked in the appropriate place was never a problem but this was his lawyer's goddamned office. "I'm not sure about..," Ethan began before Sam reached over and slapped him hard across the face. "What you are sure about or not sure about is none of our damned concern. What is our concern is that you fucking do what you are told. You gave up any right to think or be sure about anything. You already have one demerit for questioning your superior, so if you don't want another, get fucking naked NOW." Ethan shuddered thinking this was now his new life. He slipped his jacket off and tossed it onto the conference room table. This earned him another slap across the face. "Another Demerit fuckwad. Where were you raised in a fucking barn? With all your money and education, I would expect you to take better care of your clothes than that. Fold it appropriately." "You don't fold..." Ethan began before another slap interrupted him. "Demerit number three. You don't talk back, got it." "Yes...Sir," Ethan stated earning him yet another slap across the face. "Another demerit. Is that the proper way to address me?" Ethan looked confused for a second before saying, "No, Si. Master it is not." "Better, now get on with stripping and quit wasting our time." Ethan picked up his suit jacket, neatly folded it, and lay it back on the table. He then loosened and removed his tie before folding it neatly and laying it on the table. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt until it was hanging loose then he slipped it off. He was extremely embarrassed by the way everyone in the room was staring at him. After folding the shirt, he slipped off his t-shirt exposing his meaty pecs and chest. The t-shirt landed on the pile neatly folded. "Not too bad really," Todd whispered but loud enough to be heard. "Oh, that is true. Loser has a good body and he better damn well keep it that way. Too fucking bad it is wasted on a loser like him." This only caused the redness of embarrassment to creep up his face. He knew that he had nothing to be embarrassed about, but the location and the context in which this was happening were sending his nerves into overdrive. He completed his stripping until he was standing completely naked in front of his lawyer, his assistant, and his three masters. His cock was hanging down over his pendulous balls, so out of instinct he covered them with his hands. Another slap occurred across his face. "Another demerit, Loser. Don't you ever dare to cover up without permission?" Ethan removed his hands and let them drop to his side. "Now listen carefully. We are going to teach you a new position. This is called presentation. First, drop to your knees and sit back on your ankles." Ethan did as commanded. "Now spread your knees as far apart as possible." Ethan again complied "Lock your fingers behind your head and sit straight up." Sam walked around Ethan making sure he was in the perfect position. "From now on, whenever you hear one of us say "present," you will assume this position. You will do so NO MATTER where we are or who may be present. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir err Master," Ethan replied. "I'll be kind and only give you ½ a demerit for that mistake," Sam said. "Fuck that shit. He screws up, he gets a full demerit," Marc replied. "Fine. How many demerits is that, Ethan?" Sam asked. "I don't know Master," Ethan replied with some fear in his voice. "What the fuck do you mean you don't know?" "I don't know how many demerits that is Master," Ethan replied with a quiver in his voice. "Well then that is another fucking demerit, so I guess that makes ten," Ethan instinctively knew to reply "Yes, master Sam that is 10 demerits." Everyone else in the room smirked as they all knew that it wasn't ten. Emerson interrupted. "Sam, in order to keep the contract legal, you will need to keep things honest and not make stuff up." "Did I make anything up, Ethan?" Sam asked "No, master you did not. I have ten demerits," Ethan replied terrified of what would happen if he disagreed. Looking over at Emerson, Sam said, "See, as Loser, or Ethan, here showed it was ten demerits. And he would be the one to know and to keep track of all his demerits as they are so important. Isn't that right," Sam growled as he looked at Ethan. "Yes, master I keep track of all demerits as they are very important." "Okay, then that's I settled," Emerson shrugged. Brad looked over at Ethan and said "Jerk off." A horrified look came over Ethan's face. "I can't jerk off here," he shouted. Same reached over and grabbed the back of Ethan's head. He then proceeded to slap back and forth across Ethan's face several times. "Once again back talking and not following commands. I'm going to give you 5 demerits for that, but I'll do more if you don't start JERKING OFF NOW." All the other masters, as well as Todd, had their cameras out. Ethan dropped his right hand to his cock and started to manipulate it. There was no lube so Ethan licked his hand and continued. At first, nothing happened, but then the friction and being a young man took over and his cock rose to its full 7" inches. Closing his eyes, he continued to stroke until his breathing started to become more rapid and shallow. He began to moan as he got closer to achieving orgasm. "Ahhh, what the fuck," he screamed and his eyes flew open to see the result of Sam kicking him in the balls with his foot which was still resting on them and pushing them downward. He rapidly lost his erection. "You haven't earned the right to cum yet," Sam laughed. He then threw Ethan a plastic cock ring and said "Put it on." Ethan had tears in his eyes but was terrified of what else Sam might do so he began trying to force one ball through the ring but was having trouble. "I can't sir, it is too small," Ethan whined. Sam knelt grabbed Ethan by the chin and pulled his face up. "That's three more demerits, loser. Talking back, not addressing me properly, and not doing as you are told." Sam then grabbed the cock ring, took hold of one of Ethan's balls, and compressed it until it was flattened eliciting a small scream from Ethan before Sam forced it through the ring. "See it is possible. Now, you finish putting it on," Sam demanded as he released the nut and the ring. Ethan took a deep breath, grabbed his other ball, and flattened it out as Sam had done before forcing it through the ring. "And now the cock," Sam demanded. Ethan struggled as he manipulated his cock until he was able to force it through the cock ring. He settled the ring against his groin. "How many demerits do you have now," ... demanded. "Six?" Ethan said hesitantly. "Wrong. The answer was 18, but now it is nineteen for losing count. And you don't get to deduct demerits until you are punished for them." Ethan groaned as a single tear slid down his face. He knew he had made a mistake but he was determined to see it through to prove the 3 J's wrong. "Slide your cock in this and attach it to the cock ring," Sam demanded as he handed the plastic tube to Ethan. Ethan looked at the size of the tube and then looked up at Sam with panic on his face but seeing the look he got back, he licked his hand to generate lots of saliva, coated his cock, and with some difficulty forced his cock into the tube and pushed the tube against the ring causing a slight clicking sound. He was then handed a new lock and key. He opened the package, removed the lock, passed it through the hasp, and then clicked it. He then dropped the two keys into the hand that Sam had stretched out. "As per our agreement, you are in chastity now and we control your love life, what little of it there is. For now, that is a cheap device until we can get you to Steelwerks so that they can custom make a better, and more secure one." All three Js laughed at that comment. Sam walked back to his chair and sat down. Mark stood up and threw a bundle at Ethan, "Put these on, and then stand in an "at ease" position." Ethan did as he was told although he was horrified with the clothes that had been selected for him. Once he was dressed, he assumed the position. Emerson and Todd both laughed when they saw the once splendidly dressed jock, now looking like a cheap whore. First, he had put on a bright green lime jock strap, one size too small, followed by a pair of sheer white very short running shorts. The jock was clearly visible as was the cage within. His "shirt" was a short-sleeved crop top that barely came below his nipples. His shoes were a pair of very well-worn, dirty tennis shoes. "Perfect," Mark said. "Okay, let's get out of here," he said as he started to stand. "Wait, gentleman. As I was going to say earlier, Ethan here has a contract signing day present for the three of you." As he finished, Emerson handed Ethan a piece of paper. "You should listen as he reads it to you." "Go ahead," Sam said In a tremulous voice, Ethan began, Per the order of this court and on the petition of Ethan Marshall Winthrop III, it is hereby decreed that henceforth Ethan Marshall Winthrop III's name shall be officially changed to Loser Boy ..." As Ethan finished the three masters just looked at Emerson. "Oh my, is this some sort of joke," Mark asked. Emerson slid an envelope across the table. Sam opened the envelope and the three masters looked at the content which included a state driver's license and a valid US passport, both in the name of Loser Boy...! The three broke into raucous laughter. "Well damn guys," Mark said, "I guess Ethan errr Loser really does want this. Can't wait to see his family and friend's reaction, not to mention his enemies." He grinned an evil grin. Sam looked over at Todd and said, "Could you get rid of those old clothes for us? If you think they can be altered to fit you, take them down to the tailors and send the bill to Emerson here so loser can pay for it. That is if that is okay with you Loser." Loser looked and simply nodded yes as he turned even redder. Could this day get any worse he thought and then realized the answer as Brad walked over and locked on a leather collar with a leash attached and handed the leash to Todd. "Once Emerson is finished with whatever he needs to do with Loser, can you walk him out?" The three laughed at the look of horror that passed over Loser's face. "We will take the car back to the university, and Loser here can walk. Here is the address of the first condo we are looking at. Jerry, the real estate agent will meet us there at 1:00." He looked at Loser and said, "Don't be late or you will get another demerit which will push you up to 20 and earn you a second punishment." Loser opened his mouth but then closed it before he said anything. `God yes this day could get worse and was going to continue to go downhill.' "We saw that and that will be another demerit for even thinking of arguing," Mark said. "That puts you at two punishments you've earned. At this rate, all we will be doing is punishing you." The three masters laughed at this comment. As the three started to exit the office Sam said, "Not a bad day at all. We get control over loser, he is due two punishments, which I'm sure he'll get to before the day is over, and soon we will be the proud owners of a new condo." As the door closed, Loser looked at Emerson and said "I can't do this, I want to buy out the contract." Emerson didn't look surprised and said "Are you sure??" "Absolutely," loser nearly screamed. "Todd, can you catch those three gentlemen before they leave, and please hurry." Todd sighed with disappointment as he exited the office and caught the three masters just as they were getting into the elevator. "Loser has changed his mind and wants to buy out of the contract," Todd said with obvious regret. Mark looked at the other two and said, "Well it was fun while it lasted and we still get a good deal out of it plus 2 million dollars each." Brad said, "And as per the contract he is still due two punishments." The other two just nodded as the group headed back toward the office. Todd reached out and grabbed Sam by the shoulder, pulled him back, and whispered in his ear. The more he talked the wider the grin on Sam's face became. "Brilliant Todd, fucking brilliant," he said quietly as they re-entered the office. For questions or comments, you can contact me at [email protected] You wouldn't be reading this without the people and resources that nifty.org provides. 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Date: Sun, 03 Sep 2023 04:50:03 +0000 From: glacierturtle <[email protected]> Subject: Serving the Swim Team - Chapter 14 This chapter is a little different as it takes part in different time periods. Thank you for readers who have previously given feedback, I appreciate it as it can be hard to know what resonates with people. ------ Chapter 14 Brad could feel his eyes burning fiercely with hatred. With his head held high, body rigid and upright, trying to be ready for anything. His cold menacing glare silently threatened Jing. Brad remained in stead fast defiance. He refused to yield. He knew his new team and the coach we doing everything possible to break him. It was part of the coach's selfish plan that would mould Brad into subservient sexual plaything so the team (and anyone the coach wished) could be free to use him for any sexual whim the team desired. Brad knew he was stubborn, which the coach seemed to relish, as it justified his sadist measures, giving Jing - the team captain - a list of escalating and depraved punishments he would face every time he disobeyed. Whilst he never saw the list, he did his best to hide the fear and stress of knowing every time he talked back or refused an order Jing would be bound to select the next ordeal from the list. He knew his parents were being told the complete opposite; that he was subject to a strict academic and athletic programme, with all his time tightly accounted for, thus teaching him discipline, help change his behaviour and make him a more obedient son. In particular, rid him of his undesirable same sex attraction his father was desperate to be rid of. Conveniently, the school left out the part where Brad was in constant sexual use in situations he despised. He often wondered if it was a form of aversion therapy. Brad shivered, cold, as he was naked in the basement of the team's dormitory. It was a place he was unfortunately well familiar with. He was the star attraction on the night of the team meet, forcibly restrained in the sling, his most intimate areas exposed to all, with his legs spread high, wide and back, displaying very clearly his anus for all to use repeatedly. His hole was sore for days afterwards and never felt like it recovered from the frequent use from his team. He shuddered both at the memory and the thought of being here. The room was large, with an ominous vibe, thanks in part to the numerous chains hanging from the ceiling, assorted toys that decorated the shelves, and the old, dirty, dilapidated furniture scattered in the room. He silently waited for his new punishment. "You're a stubborn fuck, you know that right?" Jing announced at Brad's side. Jing continued, despite Brad's silence. "You know I have better things to do than babysit you for the coach? Believe it or not I hate doing this shit. When I first met you I couldn't stand you. You're arrogant, selfish and rude. In five minutes of meeting you, you told me everything I need to know about you. A typical rich kid, a snob, the main character." "I enjoyed initially putting you in your place, but now it's tedious. I'm not gay, nor do I want to cum in a guy again and again. I don't like doing all this extreme shit to you" Jing continued, with a look and sound of annoyance and exhaustion. "You realise the coach has a list of shit I have to do every time you disobey, right?" Jing said exasperated when he realised Brad either didn't seem to care or was just ignoring him. "Here, look!" Brad for the first time saw Jing's the papers that Jing held. He looked at the list, some of the items he had already endured. His eyes went wide the further down the list he went. Some descriptions made his heart race and his mouth run dry. Brad looked at Jing, with loathing and hatred in his eyes. He was surprised at the sudden turn of character from Jing, who seemingly implored him to just submit. Jing initially, along with the coach and team seemed to revel in his torment. "Continue going, and this is what you have to look forward to. As the captain it's my responsibility to make sure it's done, to set the example for the team. What's it going to be?" Jing demanded of Brad. Brad gulped. He immediately chastised himself for showing weakness like that. He glanced down at his shrivelled cock and goosebump covered skin before clearing his throat. "I refused, because what that asshole wanted was disgusting!" Brad angrily replied. "So? You refused and now you're here and not listening to what I'm saying. Not only do you waste my time but you also make it worse for yourself. Every time you talk back or disobey you're going to end up here with each punishment worse than the last. How sore was your hole after the swim meet? How long did your body ache after being tied in a fixed position for hours that night? Think that's bad, it can be much, much worse. The coach and people like Dale want you to snap. It gives them an excuse to do the sick shit they want to." Jing said trying to reason with Brad. Brad looked at Jing. He hadn't paid much attention to him into detail before, only superficially. He was about Brad's height, with model like looks dark brown eyes that was framed by his accentuated sharp facial features. The only difference was Brad was completely naked whilst Jing stood dressed in his school uniform. "He wanted me to drink his piss directly from his dick in my mouth. I'm not fucking doing that!" Brad spat out, enraged at the mere thought of a cocky, smarmy, younger student who was so confident in his obscene demands. Made worse still for Brad, Dale was new to the school, arriving around the same time as Brad, yet their time so far at Ravenwood couldn't be more different. "Yeah, and guess what? He's only going to do more shit like that or worse because he knows you hate it. People like Dale are sadistic, power hungry fucks. Just like you, Dale has probably never been told no, or faced any consequences. He won't stop if you keep giving him reasons to. Now, he gets to enjoy watching you suffer and will only continue trying to provoke you so you end up here." It was bad enough for Brad that he had to use his tongue and mouth to lick up and down and around Dale's anus and allow him to cum into his mouth. Now he was being told it seemed like there was no limit to the depravity he would have to endure. "I'm not ever going to do that" Brad replied with his voice slightly cracking. Jing shrugged and sighed. "Well I guess you're going to waste both of our time then aren't you?" Brad watched as Jing took pair of old looking manacles and a long strip of thick leather down from the wall. Brad could feel Jing secure one part of the manacle against his wrist, then he felt the other wrist being secured behind his back. Brad was becoming increasingly anxious as he tested the bonds behind his back. He thought about how heavy they felt when he saw Jing get closer to him and buckle the leather around his neck. Incensed, Brad realised the object around his neck was a collar. He was already being humiliated daily, being made to do the most degrading sexual tasks imaginable, and now the collar felt like the ultimate insult, sinking in his new reality that he was to be treated like a dog made Brad mentally snap. "Get this fucking thing off me!" Brad hissed at Jing. Jing glanced up from his phone, in the middle of typing a text message. An amused look surfaced on his face, "I really have wasted my time trying to get through to you, huh? No, I won't take them off. Know that list I showed you before? This is on it. I don't follow it, guess what? I get in trouble. I'm going to give you until the team arrives to cool off. You can keep your mouth shut and take your punishment, or you can whine and bitch like you're doing now and it can be much worse. You want that?" Brad could feel his face flush with anger. He struggled against the manacles trying to free himself from his bondage fruitlessly. He could hear footsteps moving closer, causing cracks and creeks to emit from the winding staircase down to the basement. "Where's the leash?" Dale commented laughing when he saw Brad shackled and collared, kneeling on the hard concrete. "Suits the bitch well" he continued. Brad looked at Jing who raised his eyebrows as though to silently ask what his decision will be. Squeezing his eyes shut and open again, Brad remembered what was on the list and decided for today at least he didn't want to experience it and hung his head in shame, feeling utterly defeated. "Ready to paint the fag?" Dale said sneering to his fellow team mates. Brad shot up glaring at Dale above him. He had to remind himself to keep his mouth closed as painful as it was. Brad could feel the warm bodies move and huddle around him. All he could see was hairless thighs and mixture of hard and soft cocks directly in front of him and around him. He glanced up into the eyes of his supposed team mates who began to stroke their cocks, inches away from his face. Brad's eyes wandered to Dale who was above him, furiously stroking his hard cock mere inches from his face. The noise of the boys masturbating echoed throughout the basement. Brad felt incredibly awkward kneeling in front of this display and went to look down only to have Jing order him, "head up, do not move" he said accentuating each word. Dale used his index finger to flick Brad in the forehead so he turned towards the swimmer jerking off in front of him. "Ready to know what success tastes like, fag?" Dale asked Brad with a large grin on his face. Brad could do nothing but continue to look at Dale in the eyes as his hand quickly rubbed up and down over his hard shaft. Flinching, Brad instinctively looked away as jets of white hot cum erupted across his face from Dale's shaft. A hand shot out and gripped Brad's hair tightly, pulling his face back into place and holding him steady. Brad wanted nothing more than to wipe the warm liquid off his face. Before he could even try he heard loud groaning and then felt wave after wave of hot goop hit his face, hair and torso. "I was wrong. Now that definitely suits the bitch better" Dale said laughing, still coming down from his post orgasmic high. He looked down at his hand which was covered in the remnants of some of his ejaculate. Brad could see Dale grinning as though he could see his thought process on his face. "Open up, faggot" Dale commanded, as he moved his fingers closer to Brad's mouth. Reluctantly, Brad opened his mouth, willing himself not to say anything. His eyes were snapped shut for fear of getting cum in his eyes. He could feel the cooling liquid around his eyelashes and eyelids, waiting to seep him. Brad nearly gagged when the taste of the cold salty liquid was shovelled into his mouth with Dale's bony fingers, worse still the fingers were shoved around his tongue and cheeks and further back into his throat triggering his gag flex as he tried to thrash around. "Gotta work on that gag reflex. Don't worry, you're going to be getting a lot of practice" Dale said as he continued to work his fingers in and out of the kneeling boys mouth. Dale shoved four fingers to the back of Brad's throat, causing the kneeling stud to heave and try and move his mouth away. "Okay, finish up" Brad heard Jing say, who's voice sounded almost sleepy from shooting his load on Brad's face and body. Brad felt Dale's fingers leave his mouth. The grip on his hair lessened, but soon he felt the other boys hands wiping their fingers through his hair in an effort to clean their fingers off. Brad wanted    nothing more than to be able to shake his head, or even have his hands free to be clean his face. He felt completely defeated and humiliated. As though reading his mind Jing took a jockstrap out of his pocket. "The coach told me to make sure you knew that he has been wearing since every day since you got here and not washed it once" Jing said to Brad in a neutral voice. Brad couldn't see what it was Jing was holding, but knew he would not be good news for him based on the giggling from the other swimmers around him. Brad could feel coarse fabric rub against his torso and then his face, in multiple sweeping motions. Relieved that the disgusting goop was mostly removed from his face he began to gingerly open his eyes. His relief was short lived as he watched in horror as Jing began to bundle the jockstrap into a tight ball in front of him. "Open up" Jing ordered him. "There is no fucking way!" Brad shouted at the team, disgusted with the thought of that going anywhere near his mouth. "Remember what we spoke-" Jing began to say before being cut off with Brad howling in pain, tears filling his eyes as he had to fight a wave of nausea. "Ohh, did you hear that smack? Fuck, that was satisfying!" Brad heard Dale announce to the group smugly. Brad realised in an effort to expedite him opening his mouth, the little fucker had kicked him squarely in the balls. He lay huddled on the floor in a fetal position trying to quell the pain. "Do shit like that again, and you'll be the one with the jockstrap in your mouth" Jing coldly said whilst turning on his heels towards Dale. Scoffing loudly, Dale simply replied "doubt it, I'm not a bitch like him. Besides, what do you care, how many times have you paddled his ass, or fucked it, or had him suck you. What's difference?" "There's a line and you just crossed it" Jing replied still gripping the spunk covered jockstrap. "A pretty stupid reason, but okay" Dale replied in a bored tone. Brad watched lying on the floor as the two starred each other down, slowly recovering from pain that had now graduated into a dull, throbbing ache. "You're new here, so I'm going to go easy and chalk up your stupidity to being a bit too excited. Do anything without my permission again and I'm going to make sure you take his place instead." Dale began to chuckle, "yea...that's going to happen, okay boss, whatever you say, I surrender" he said amused whilst holding up his hands in mock imitation of backing down. "Help him up" Jing said to Thom and Jacob, "I want to get on with my day and get this over with" a now angry Jing said focusing on Brad. Utterly defeated, with his stoic mindset earlier now just a distant memory, Brad now kneeling after being picked up my his armpits, begrudgingly opened his mouth wide and watched in horror as Jing shoved the dirty, soggy, well used jockstrap into his mouth, quickly filling any available space. Brad instantly gagged and worried he'd soon be vomiting after the foul taste hit his brain. As much as he tried to take his mind off the taste, he began to gag even more as the tickle of the fabric hit the back of his throat. He was about to spit it out the jockstrap but before he could he watched as Darrel begun to quickly wind duct tape around his lips and around his head, sealing his mouth shut. "Let's get this punishment over with" Jing said, sounding weary and annoyed, as he grabbed a large chain from the wall and clipped it to Brad's collar. Yanking on it Brad was forced to stand and hobble after the captain. Brad's heart began to sank as he realised his punishment had only begun and realised he would have to endure even more. He couldn't imagine there being any worse experience than the one he was currently undergoing. ------ Brad woke irritated. He knew today was undoubtedly going to be the worst day of his life. For the majority of the night he was unable to sleep, tossing and turning, the times when he was able to sleep he had non-stop vivid dreams; him being trapped in a car being forced to sing cliche holiday songs, having to endure playing road trip games, having to make meaningless conversation whilst trapped in a vehicle with a destination that seemingly just went on.    Thanks to his parents, in particular his father, he was tasked with being a glorified baby sitter and friend for hire. His father discovered his renewed faith conveniently matching the time he decided to run a campaign for state politics and decided that the entire family was now to join a local parish. There they met the `Minion' family and their son William. The first day he met William, or `Will' as he wanted to be called, Brad wanted nothing to do with him. It was bad enough Brad had to get up early on a Sunday to attend boring mass. Now he had to make small talk with him after church. He droned on and on, asking Brad a million different questions about his interests or what computer games he was playing. He reminded Brad of an energetic puppy jumping up and down, almost pissing himself with excitement. He was shorter than Brad and clearly lacking muscle, unlike Brad who from years of swimming had developed a hard body he was proud of. The two clearly had nothing in common, Brad grunted that he did competitive swimming, whilst Will mostly read or played video games. Despite the clear lack of disinterest on Brad's behalf Will in the first five minutes of meeting him he had already told Brad his life story: they were the same age, he had moved from town to town due to his father's work, he was new to the area was looking for friends, he loved video games and worse still, Will became ecstatic when he learnt he would be attending the same school as Brad. Brad wanted nothing more than to get away from him. He was clearly a loser, desperate for a friend and worst of all boring. To be seen with Will would be a death sentence for Brad's social standing. He continued to grunt and clearly show disinterest with Will's endless questions and was almost successful in being dismissive enough to get away from him until his father noticed the pair. "You see? Bradley and your son are already talking up a storm!" His father said, sounding like he was an android trying to do his best impression of a human, with false excitement and enthusiasm. Brad hated when he pretended to be nice as he knew it was all a facade which made him feel even worse about it. His father continued, "I'm sure Bradley would appreciate the company on our vacation. He'd get awfully bored with just his mother and I." "Fantastic! William would love to make a friend before school starts. How are you young man? I'm Stuart!" the older, balding rotund man said whilst almost crushing Brad's hand in his vice like grip whilst shaking it. Brad was too dumbfounded to even reply. In a matter of minutes he was processing having to deal with wanting to be as far away from an over-energetic bunny rabbit, to repeating what his father had just said in his head. He felt like the pit of his stomach had fallen into a well, crash landed into the water and continued to bore through the earth. "Uh...I think he's just too excited to answer, heh heh" his father replied on Brad's behalf who stood muted in shock. "We can pick this young man up tomorrow morning, nice and early." Brad stared aimlessly. He had no idea how he was going to survive for weeks with `Will'. Even thinking about the boy was like daggers in his brain. ------ "So we understand one another, yes?" The coach asked Brad as he leant back into his office chair with his hands folded behind his head. "Mmes, thur" Brad replied eliciting a chuckle from the older man. He never got tired of the sight before him. The boy was utterly defeated. He knelt naked before the older stud on his office floor, with his enormous cock barely able to fit in his mouth. His green eyes shone like emeralds, framed by long eyelashes, making him look even more seductive as he peered up at the man, his face partially obscured by the giant penis. Brad's eyes matched his face and masculine physique, the older man mused that he could easily work as a model. Not that he would ever share that positive piece of information with the youngster. The knowledge that he detested sucking the man's cock made it even more erotic for him. The contrast before him made him leak even more precum. The man had to fight the urge to not grab his ears and face fuck him until he came. The coach casually moved his toes towards the boy's soft cock and low hanging balls and gave them a gentle tap. Brad obediently continued slurping on the cock as his fingers intertwined around the ample package, synchronising his mouth with his hand as he moved up and down the shaft. Not too long ago a more defiant Brad would have balked in fearful surprise at his intentions. Now he only got the slightest look of concern. He had to suppress the urge to be anything but gentle on the boys balls, instead he resorted to playing with his dangling orbs with his foot as a reward for not questioning him. The coach moved his fingers down and intertwined them into Brad's hair, yanking with an up and down motion in rhythm with his pelvic thrusts. He loved the noise Brad would make as he gagged and spluttered beneath him. He loved the power he held; making him gag on his behemoth cock that could so easily make the boy gag. Admittedly, Brad had gotten better at sucking dick, but he never tired of showing the student just how easily he could make him his bitch. The older man had to pause his lust as he yanked on the hair pulling Brad completely off his cock. "Do you understand what you have to do?" The coach repeated, he wanted to make sure this bitch knew his task. Brad cleared his throat and quickly wiped tears away from his eyes, as a result of the forced deep throating. "Yes, sir." A large grin was plastered on the man's face. He yanked on the hair eliciting a small yelp from Brad as he pulled him back down on the cock. "Resume. Make sure you worship the balls too, boy" the coach huffed as he leaned back into his chair and sighed. He loved the tickle of the boy's warm tongue and breath as he lapped at his large hairy balls. Just like his penis, Brad struggled to fit the giant balls in his mouth. The sound of failed suction as he attempted multiple times to gently suck them into his mouth never stopped being amusing for the man. The coach let the boy work his magic tongue as he leaned back once more. Brad finally managed to get one ball in his mouth as he gently sucked and tugged on the sac in his mouth. "The scrawny little bitch that's hot for you with the nice ass, think he'll suck dick as well as you? It should be easy to win him over given how he swoons over you constantly" the coach said almost rhetorically.    Brad remained silent, save for the sound of his mouth. The coach wasn't too bothered by the potential disrespect, after all the boy had a job to do. "He sure does have a fuckable ass, no?" The coach continued. "Fuck, every time I see him walking in those tight trousers I can't help but get a semi. I can only image slamming my giant piece of meat between those two mountains." The older man once more put his hand on top of Brad's hair to rest. "Okay, enough of the foreplay, back to my cock. Show me how good you are at being a cock sucker, after all we taught you well." Brad could feel his face go red with embarrassment as he swallowed the excess saliva and moved his mouth from the sweaty, funky tasting balls. He craned his neck and tried to relax his jaw as much as possible to accomodate large dick. He truly hated sucking dick, let alone this man who he had come to despise for his endless list of torments he made others perform on him. "Think James will take to sucking dick as well as you? I think he'll be better. A little fag like that was born to take dick. You on the other hand, had to be taught your true place in life. Forced into it and moulded. But look at you now. Captain of the swim team. A reformed student with no homosexual desire" the coach said grinning. He was going to miss using Brad anyway he wished. Moreover, he loved the sheer hatred and repulsion Brad had for any act he was on the receiving end of. He loved to test the boy as much as possible, ribbing him for any type of reaction he could use against him. So far, he refused to give him one, both pleasing and disappointing him. He would like one last excuse for a punishment. "Answer me, boy" the coach said suddenly, acutely aware of the rudeness Brad was showing by ignoring him. Brad reluctantly once more replied with "mmes, thur," as he continued to suck on the dick. He came up for air when he felt the man yank on his hair, managing to extract his mouth off the cock. His face was flushed with embarrassment and lack of oxygen from self choking himself whilst trying to pleasure the inappropriately sized penis. "In English?" The older man said sternly. "Yes, sir" Brad said confidently after he cleared his throat and then cast his eyes downward. "And to think, I never got one bit of gratitude. No `thank you, coach for allowing me to reach my potential'. Soon you'll be graduating, onto your further studies and no doubt will continue to excel at swimming for whatever fancy university you join" the coach continued, partially mockingly. "Thank you, sir...for guiding me into becoming a better student and swimmer" Brad replied emotionlessly. Brad could feel his head being shoved back down into the stiff cock which he swore some how had gotten bigger. The salty tang hit his taste buds as the tip was oozing a steady stream of precum. "Look at that, humility. What is the world coming to" the coach said pleased. He didn't care if Brad was insincere. The fact he thanked him with almost no hesitation spoke volumes of how far he'd come. "Once your new boyfriend comes for practice be as charming as possible. Make that fag fall more in love with you. After that, you'll no longer be the cum dump and sadly you'll no longer get to admire this fucking beautiful specimen of a cock." The coach could feel vibration against his cock and what was likely a garbled response but didn't care to hear it. He whipped out his phone and began snapping photos and then recorded a video. This was likely the last time Brad would be servicing his cock and he wanted to remember it. The look on Brad's face as he realised the coach was making his own home movie was priceless. The older man nearly shook the phone out of frame from laughing so much, but then got a hold of himself. "I know, I know. I'm a rule breaker. But then again I consider you a special pussy boy. I want this as a memento to remember just how much your lips and tongue love this cock. Think of this as incentive to make sure your future husband joins the team so you don't have to continue your service." Brad's eyes went wide. The last thing he wanted was a recording of him blowing this man. He knew he couldn't refuse, failure to continue would result no doubt in a punishment so severe he could only dread to imagine it. Along with the large cock occupying his mouth and the occasional thrust to make him gag, Brad's mind spun trying to figure how how he could get the recording to stop and be deleted. Before he could finish that thought he watched baffled as the coach picked up his landline phone that sat on his desk and began punching in numbers. "Peter, it's Roger. How's things?" Brad heard the coach warmly talk through the handset, as he cradled the handset between his ear and shoulder, and his other hand held his cell phone. A chill ran through his spine, his body went stiff and his mouth and hand ceased after hearing his father's first name. "Good, good. No, no, your `trouble maker' is well behaved," the coach said whilst winking at Brad, who had paused with the cock in his mouth stunned and wide eyed with drool running from his mouth. Roger nodded towards his cock with a stern, inpatient look and watched as Brad's head resumed it's journey on his long cock, making the boy loudly splutter and gag. "Uhhh huh, yeah..." Brad heard the coach comment, as a shit eating grin was attached to his face, clearly pleased and aroused that Brad's father was on the other end, none the wiser than his son's throat was being stretched and abused as he as begrudgingly serviced the older man. Brad's mind was going in overdrive. It went in a thousand different directions. The fact he was sucking off his teacher whilst his father unknowingly was on the other end made his mind spin. It felt all kinds of wrong. Would his father hear the sucking and gagging noises? Was the coach going to out him? His father had not spoken to him since dumping him in this hell forsaken school. "Well, like I mentioned last week, Brad is really coming into his element here. He's well respected and a great resource for the other students. He has done a complete one-eighty, he has seen the value of generosity. He's no longer that selfish brat, he so willingly helps others with what ever they need relief with. He's truly a team player" the coach said once more giving Brad a nauseating wink. Brad was taught long ago to always maintain eye contact with his `betters' when servicing them. He hated it almost as much as having their foul cocks in his mouth, the fact he had to look at the person who was being blown and give a submissive, appreciative look was equally bad. "I can promise you, your son being some fairy who fucks boys, or even worse: gets fucked, it's long past him." Brad wondered if his father knew the truth about how he was being used if he would even care. He imagined even if he did know, as long as he was being promised he could be cured of his `gayness', he would allow it. Brad hated to admit it but knew his father likely wouldn't care what it would take as long as who he was didn't impact on him. The coach laughed in relation to something Brad's father said. As a result his laughter lifted his pelvis up and shoved his fat, long cock further into Brad's throat making him gag audibly. A further hearty laugh and mocking look down at the boy on his knees with the dick in his mouth resulted. "The good news is, your son has made captain. With Jing graduating and moving on, Bradley was a natural choice." The coach continued after listening to Brad's father, "yes, I'm sure that would be good for your campaign, a hard working son, captain of a swim team at a prestigious school." "I would be relieved and happy too. No, I think Bradley has enough to occupy his time here with, I'm sure he would want you to focus on your campaign. Take care," the coach said as he hung up. Brad continued to bob his head up and down on the thick meat that was lodged in his mouth. He was surprised when the coach stood up and his cock left his mouth with a plop. He watched confused as the older man rested his phone on his desk facing the pair. The older man gripped Brad's hair and yanked him up, making him stand. He turned him quickly and spun him facing his desk. Pushing him down, Brad fell on top of the desk face down. Seeing the cute, muscular butt in the air was all the invitation the coach needed, and positioned himself behind Brad and in one stroke impaled his entire cock into the well used hole. A howl of pain reverberated around the room as Brad began to pant and tightly grip the desk as the man behind him mercilessly ploughed in and out of his hole, stretching it to it's limit. As he continued to thrust him and out all Brad could focus on was the pain in his hole. The coach's cock suddenly left his hole and Brad was once more made to kneel. With the man's fingers laced into Brad's hair, gripping it tightly. It was something he was sadly used to now. The coach's favourite way to finish his fuckings. In front of Brad's face was the giant, wet, glistening cock as the older man kept him on his knees as his other hand furiously stroked up and down on the shaft. Brad knew what was coming and had to fight his natural instinct of looking away. As squirts of warm salty liquid sprayed across his face, nose and eyes, volley after volley Brad reflexively squeezed his eyes shut. "Well done, Captain Bradley, your daddy is proud of you," the coach said both laughing and breathing heavily from his recent exertion. Brad looked up at the man, his vision partially obscured from the goopy liquid slowly making its way across his face. "Thank you, sir," he replied through gritted teeth, his reply now a lifeless automatic ingrained response. ------ Hell was real. For Brad it was sitting in the back of an oversized, needless SUV, next to an insufferable, annoying boy he hardly knew, whilst his blasé mother was sat in the front seat, high on her usual cocktail of alcohol and Valium, looking and commenting on the `pretty scenery' and agreeing with and praising whatever his father said. His father was of course driving, loving the attention and validation from his mother. "So...what games do you play?" Will asked as he sat opposite Brad in the back seats. "None. I swim" Brad said dismissively as he gazed out the window. "Oh, that's cool. Do you enjoy it?" Will preserved trying to engage Brad. "Obviously" Brad replied still continuing to look out the window. "How long-" Will was cut off mid-sentence when Brad interrupted him. "Look its a long drive, how about we both just enjoy the scenery and not talk?" Taken aback Will just nodded his head and sat back silently. As the car drove down the winding roads Brad felt relieved that they finally reached their destination. They were on the coast in a small resort. Brad had to admit the beach looked pristine. With clean white sand and clear water gently crashing on the shore. He eagerly got out of the car looking for a bathroom, desperate to take a leak. With a quick comment about relieving himself Brad took off and find a men's room closer to the resort reception. When Brad got back, to his horror he found out his father had arranged for the family to be split up. His father and mother were going to a more `romantic' bungalow. Whilst Brad and Will were in their own bungalow closer to the beach front. Brad was going to protest, but at the same time didn't want to spend extra time with his parents than necessary. He sulked as he picked up his bag and made his way to their room. ------ With his hands cuffed behind his back and the disgusting jockstrap in his forcefully shut mouth Brad felt like he was in the depths of misery. Lead by the leash attached to his collar he was lead to a long bench. On the bench a series of dildos and butt plugs were strapped to it, in order of size and girth. "Twenty squats. Each one has to be completely in your ass. It's only the first eight and then you're done," Jing commented nonchalantly. Brad silently counted, there was over ten on the bench, some manageable, others obscenely large; certainly bigger than anything he had ever taken before. He considered protesting, but realised Jing had said only the first eight. "Yes, the last two you don't have to do. You will however have to do those if you either don't complete the eight, refuse, or managed to piss of any member of the team that requires your services as you go." Jing leaned in closer to Brad, "please, just fucking do it so we can move on." Brad felt his upper back being pushed forward. "Bend over. You'll be thanking me for this" Jing announced behind Brad who complied. Brad felt cold, sticky liquid being smeared around his hole. He felt a finger suddenly shove up into this tender anus as he deeply inhaled in pain. Jing for awhile moved the finger in and out and then worked another finger. Brad's eyes nearly complete closed, grimaced in discomfort. He knew he would never get used to anything being in his ass. Just when he thought it was over Jing proceeded to shove four fingers in Brad's abused hole, causing him to grunt and groan in pain. "What a pussy, if he thinks that's bad wait till he has to mount `Mr Happy' on the end there," Dale sneered to the side. Brad assumed `Mr Happy' was the large dildo at the end of the bench, it looked as long as his arm and as thick as his ankle. "OK, you have sixty minutes to complete the first eight. That's far more than enough time." Jing said. Brad watched as some members peeled off and began to flop down on a nearby old sofa and began to play a video game on a console. Taking a deep breath, Brad wanted to stay as far away from `Mr Happy' as possible and decided to just get this over with. He hovered over the first dildo, which looked like it was six inches long and began to lower himself until he could feel the tip enter his hole slowly. Brad braced himself and hated the tender sensation. He tried to relax as much as he could and slowly lowered himself all the way down until he felt his ass on the bench. Brad hadn't noticed that Dale had inched closer to him and began to unwind the tape around his mouth. Relieved that he might finally get the disgusting gag out of his mouth he silently watched. "Open, fag" Dale commanded. Brad obeyed eager for the underwear to be out of his mouth. He watched as Dale fished the jockstrap out and threw it on the floor. "I'll be making sure you complete your task, don't worry I'll be fair" Dale said with a sneer. "But while you work, occupy your self with this" the younger boy said gripping his hardening cock. Confused Brad sat motionless on the dildo. It was only when Dale walked in front of him and made him bend forward and shoved his cock in his mouth suddenly, making him gag he realised what he wanted. "I expect a bitch like you to extract out at least two loads from my cock by the time you're done. I suppose this might also slow you down...that'd be a shame." Brad wanted nothing more than to punch this asshole in the jaw. The prospect of having to have that giant dildo up his ass was more than enough to make him panic about his time and swallow his pride. He began to rise back up again on the dildo and moved his mouth back and forth on Dale's cock. "I love how eager you are to taste success, Brad. Maybe this way you'll learn to be a man rather than a pathetic loser like you are now" Dale commented above him as he gripped his head and slowly ground his pelvis against his mouth. ------ Dismayed, Brad watched as Will inspected every part of their bungalow. Excited about how `cool' it was that they were right next to the beach. He went on about how it felt like luxurious camping. He proceeded to open every draw, every door and looked in each square each of the large room. His constant zooming around was giving Brad a headache. He wanted to extend his foot out and trip the little fucker over. The room in Brad's opinion was `fine'. It had a central room with thankfully air-conditioning, surrounded by a small kitchenette, a bathroom and small living room. It was surrounded by windows and covered decking, designed for the occupants to either eat or drink outdoors. It wasn't nearly as nice as Will was making out. Having already realised that part of the reason Brad's father invited Will was not just for his own image and standing, but also as an excuse to dump him in a seperate room with a `friend'. He tried rationalising that he should be happy, but instead he just felt angry. "Swim?" Will said excitedly breaking Brad deep out of thought. "No. Don't have swimsuit" Brad replied dryly. He sat on the edge of the bed starring out at the water. "...you came to a beach resort without trunks? That's pretty dumb" Will asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I did. If you want to swim then fuck off and swim" Brad snapped back. Simply shrugging Will proceeded to take off his t-shirt. Brad couldn't help but look and snicker. Will was scrawny. It was clear he had never done any sports. He had no musculature to speak of. He reasoned he must consume all his energy on non-stop talking instead. Brad was surprised when Will began to undo his shorts, revealing a pair of tight white briefs, that looked too small for him. He got the sense Will forgot about what underwear he was wearing as he cleared his throat in panic and half began to pull up his shorts and half rummaged around his bag for his swimming trunks. In his haste Will tripped on his shorts, falling forward, face down with his ass in the air. Will was dismayed when the fall had ripped his underwear as he first heard the tear of fabric, then the cool air on his butt. Transfixed, Brad watched as Will flaying around to get off the ground only kept him stationary as he only fell back over. His ass was in front of Brad's face. He imagined shoving his long, fat cock up the boy's ass. He giggled when he imagined that for the first time it may actually shut him up. Finally able to stand Will was red in the face as he quickly slipped his swim trunks on and dashed out the door. Brad sat laughing with tears running down his face. He may have unlocked the secret to getting him to shut up. ------ "Twenty minutes to go" Dale said as drool ran from Brad's mouth down his torso. "Have I mentioned before how good you look with my dick in your mouth?" Brad grunted and mumbled onto the cock in reply. His legs were killing him and his ass ring felt like it was on fire. It was constantly being plugged by the hard, fake phalluses. He had slowly worked his way up to number six, a dildo far bigger then most of the cocks he had before, but small than the coach. "Remember, your talented mouth has got one load, but I expect another" Dale said as he firmly gripped Brad's mouth and began pumping in and out. Brad just wanting this over, lifted his ass and shoved back down again too quickly, causing a pang of pain in his ass. ------ Brad and Will returned from dinner with his parents. His father was now, like his mother also drunk as they left for their room. The pair walked in silence. The sound of their feet under sand and the crashing waves were the only audible sounds around them. Their only light was the moon and the rapidly extinguishing lanterns set out on the cobbled path. "You know it wasn't my idea to come here and ruin your vacation, right?" Will announced, surprising Brad out of their shared silence. Brad continued to walk in silence along side Will. "I'm sorry if I've annoyed or upset you. I just...wanted a friend. It sucks moving around endlessly, you meet some people that get on with you, then you have to leave," Will paused and took a deep breath. "I've not told anyone this before and I don't care if you make fun of me for it, or tell others. But, I'm gay. When I first saw you I may have gotten a bit too eager to impress you, I wanted you to like me, as the first thing I thought of was you being my boyfriend. So I may have gone overboard. If you want I'll be quiet for the rest of the trip." Brad stood stunned. He had never met someone that brutally honest with him before. If he had to really admit it, he felt like he didn't have any `real' friends. He had long ignored it, tried to suppress it but realised he was also gay. Fear of being outed and disowned or disliked by his friends and family kept those thoughts subdued. For the first time Brad felt like he may have met someone very different, yet very similar to him. Multiple times Brad tried to open his mouth to speak but just stumbled over his words. He wanted to apologise. He wanted to reassure him he'd keep his secret. He wanted to say he didn't have to be quiet. He was shocked when he felt Will get close to him and standing on his tip toes leaned up and placed his lips awkwardly on Brad's. Brad didn't know what to do, he had never kissed before. He felt Will's tongue slip into his mouth, leading him. Soon Brad followed suit and returned the kiss. ------ Brad sat on the edge of the pool with his legs dangling in the water. The contrast of the humid air on his torso compared to the cool, yet slightly warm water on his legs felt nice. He had a hunch that James was practising early in the morning. Each time he saw James he felt a pang of guilt. He was the reason James was now in his position. James reminded him of a puppy. He was mostly excited to see Brad, even when he was annoyed or angry with him that quickly melted away. He was excitable, yet forgiving. In that respect it reminded him of Will, which made his guilt worse. He never appreciated how painful it was for Will to be fucked by him. He never apologised for how he treated him when they first met. Then he was uplifted by his parents and yanked away from him with no way of contacting him. Brad aimlessly swayed his legs in the water with James still looking surprised and slightly dumbfounded that he was there. He fell silent for a moment, as though worried he was in trouble for practicing without the team. "...I wanted to get better. I want to be as good as the others" James replied to his earlier question. "I'd thought you'd be too tired from all extra duties and not care about swimming?" Brad asked. He recalled when he was in James position swimming was the last thing he cared about. James shrugged and wiped the water away from his face, "I don't like being bad at something." "I suppose, I mean you're getting enough practice with sucking and being fucked that you don't need more time in those areas," Brad said with a smirk. Immediately Brad regretted his lame joke as he watched as James' face went red with embarrassment and went silent. "Sorry," Brad said sighing. "It's okay...it's true. I guess I'm just not used to how blunt everyone is about it, like it's no big deal. It's not something I thought everyone would be so open to talking about" James replied. Brad hesitated and paused, he realised he wasn't just apologising for his one comment. "No, not just for that. I'm sorry I got you into this," Brad gulped and looked away, "I was told by the coach to recruit you to replace me. He knew, well the entire team, including me, knew you liked me and watched me non-stop. They wanted me to use that to lure you in." James paused. He was getting tired from treading water and his fingers had wrinkled like prunes. He didn't know what to think of this revelation. He liked being wanted and used by the team, most of the time. He however detested other aspects, especially what Dale put he and Noah through. What he found more embarrassing was how transparent he was and that this was used against him. Before he could answer Brad stood up and in a semi squat position motioned towards his hands, "come on." James swam towards the edge and reached his hands out. He was lifted out of the water by Brad. He couldn't help but admire his strength, as a result he got semi-erect in his swim suit. Brad managed to lift him out of the water so effortlessly and in doing so flexed his hairless, well built torso. What started as a semi quickly transformed into a raging hard on, threatening to pop out of his Speedo, as Brad gently held James' hand leading him away from the pool. James found that public display far more intimate and erotic than anything he had experienced before. Distracted, James nearly slipped on the hard concrete. "Easy" Brad said, as he used his free arm to stabilise James from completely falling on the ground. He saw the boner straining against James' swim brief and gave him a warm smile. With James in tow, Brad clasped the other boys hand as he lead him towards the locker room. James couldn't help but stare at Brad's muscular calves, thighs and butt as they flexed, glistening from the water as the suns light cascaded upon them. Brad's earlier confession was almost forgotten as James once more tripped and fell into the back of the older boy. "Uh, you okay?" Brad asked laughing. James had turned red faced as his body was smooshed against Brad's lower back and butt. "Yeah, sorry" James replied sheepishly. Without warning James felt himself once more being lifted into the air as Brad rested his airborne body against his chest as he cradled him in both arms. "This is better. Safer for you too" Brad said confidently with a grin on his face as he held James tightly as his naked hairless torso. Brad used his back to open the door to the locker room holding James in his arms. He was surprisingly light and easily to hold whilst moving. Brad couldn't help but grin; James didn't know where to put his hands and the look on his face was one of arousal, awkwardness and embarrassment. He seemed to think putting his hands near his crotch partially covered up his erection, but only served to highlight it even more His facial expression and mannerisms made him even more endearing and cute to Brad, who in turn gripped him even tighter to his chest. The air of the locker room felt cold against the pair's wet skin. The room was lit by the early morning sun which shone through the few windows that the large room had. Brad manoeuvred himself deeper into the cold room towards the sinks. James wondered what Brad was intending and felt embarrassed at how easily aroused he was. The Speedo he wore did nothing to hide that fact. Worse still, when he glanced down he could see a large wet patch of precum. James was surprised when he felt the older boys lips on his own. Eager to reciprocate, James kissed him back, pressing his lips tightly against Brad's. James tightly gripped Brad's neck as he felt his body wobble. He realised Brad was changing his position. He was now in front of Brad's face. James wrapped his legs around the other boy, along with his hands around his neck, securing himself as the two greedily made out. Brad placed James' ass on the edge of the sink basin. He kissed as deeply as he could. He could feel his own erection raging in his swim suit, begging for relief. The tight sensation in the front of his pouch caused him to kiss more aggressively, shoving his tongue in James' mouth almost trying to dominate his tongue. As he kissed, Brad gently nibbled with his teeth on James' lower lip, eliciting a small groan. After seeing James' ass in the mirror as it sat perched on the edge, Brad moved his hands to roam across the plump mounds. He squeezed the ass through the Speedo, like he was kneading bread. Wanting more, Brad gently moved James further against the sink and mirror, so his back was resting against the wall. He knelt down as he tried to slip James' swim suit down, having to try multiple times as his erection got stuck in the waistband. Giggling, James released his hands around Brad's neck and helped free his cock. As he did so the waistband flicked precum across his torso and Brad's face. "Sorry" James said half amused, half mortified. Not saying anything Brad moved his finger and picked up the precum with the tip of his finger, on James' chest and his face. He moved the finger to his mouth and slowly sucked on it. "Not bad" he replied. Brad leaned forward and kissed James gently on the lips. James in turn tried to sit forward as he was still pushed back against the wall and mirror with his legs dangling over the edge. He was thwarted as Brad pushed him back down using his fingers. Working his way down, Brad initially licked on James' erect nipples. Not able to resist he slowly began sucking move forcefully on them. When he moved back slightly he saw they were even more engorged. Brad moved back and began gently nibbling on them, and then more forcefully bit down on them. James yelped out, making Brad laugh at the loud squeak produced. Working his way down Brad slowly licked the tip of James' cock, making his squirm from the ticklish sensation. Brad could taste the precum, an act he would normally hate, but was overridden by his desire to make the boy happy. He slowly moved his tongue over the glans and piss slit and used his fingers to slowly roll the foreskin down. The sun light made the head of James' cock glisten even more with the mixture of saliva and precum. "A little excited, eh?" Brad asked James facetiously. Without waiting for a reply, Brad lifted James legs until his feet was touching the wall, and over his head, obscenely displaying his hole. "Hold this for me, please" Brad said eyeing James' ankles. Obediently, James gripped his ankles tightly, holding his legs back. James was horny enough to be able to ignore the uncomfortable position he was in. He started to think about how the hard surface was digging into his back, but was stopped mid thought. He could feel Brad's tongue forcefully shoving into his hole. The mix of his tongue and hot breath sent him into a frenzy, gripping his ankles even more tightly and biting his lower lip. Brad repeatedly dove his tongue in and out of the tight hole, trying to get James to relax as much as possible whilst providing more and more saliva. Unable to bear it any further, Brad stood up and peeled off his tight swim suit which was filled with copious amounts of precum. He didn't know why but he had the desire to place it in James' mouth. "Open up, taste me while I fuck you" Brad said smiling as he held his bunched up Speedo close to James' mouth. Without hesitation James opened his mouth as Brad placed most of the swimsuit in the boy's mouth. The taste of the precum sent James into over drive as he tried pulling his legs back even further trying to entice the stud to fuck him. Not requiring any incentive, Brad spat on his hand and again on his dick. He lined up his cock with the small, tight hole and slowly advanced forward. Brad was glad James was holding the Speedo in his mouth as a loud muffled groan of pain emitted around the fabric. Brad held still and stopped thrusting. The tip of his large cock was barely in the hole. "Breathe. Relax. You're tensing your body. You do want my dick in you right?" Brad asked as he helped prop James' legs back. A garbled yes and nodding came from James. "Tell that to your mind then, you need to want me to fuck you" Brad said. Once he could sense James' breathing had slowed and his body went limp Brad advanced forward excruciatingly slowly. He watched James' face carefully for signs of severe discomfort. He looked cute, with his eyes closed. He was sucking on the Speedo almost like a pacifier. Once Brad could feel the base of his cock inside James, he paused for a minute, only to slowly withdraw. When he was almost all of the way out of the tight tunnel, he once more pressed back in. Brad repeated this process until he could tell James was able to take harder and faster thrusts over time. Brad sensing James was now more used to his cock, began to alternate with long slow strokes, to rapid paced short fuckings. He changed his tempo so much to the point where James began to whimper in discomfort, but also pleasure. Not able to predict what was to come next. Long dicking was something that Brad loved to do. He loved watching his long, fat cock slide in and out of the hole. At first he started slowly so he could admire just how much of his penis could disappear into the smaller, willing boy before him. Satisfied and in desperate need to cum. Brad picked up the pace and began to thrust the entirety of his meat in and out of James' hole. Brad in time with his thrusting began to tightly grip and roll James' foreskin back and forth. James' hole and body was aching, yet he wanted nothing more than for Brad to breed him. He sucked on the swim suit and the taste of Brad's precum drove his lust wild. He could feel his orgasm approaching as the friction Brad's ministrations ebbed him closer and closer. The sound of skin on skin slapping surrounded the pair. Sweat dripped from Brad's head as he now fucked with abandon. James legs rested on Brad's shoulders, who in turn tightly gripped James' thighs as leverage to fuck even harder. James could feel Brad's balls swinging wildly and slapping against his ass with each thrust. Sent over the edge, he could feel wave after wave shooting out of his cock as it landed on his chest, neck and face. Seeing James cum made Brad slam into the hole even harder as he loudly groaned, depositing his seed deep into the hole. Brad and James panted, breathless from the fucking and resulting orgasm. James could feel how tender and sensitive his hole had become and wondered when Brad would withdraw. He soon forgot about that sensation as he watched as Brad tugged on the Speedo in his mouth and removed it. He bent forward pressing even more of his softening cock into James' hole, so he could kiss him on the lips. "Are we good?" Brad asked James sincerely, referring to his earlier confession. James moved his hands and cupped the back of Brad head gently. "Of course," he replied before he pulled Brad's face back to his to resume kissing.

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Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2024 12:05:23 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeff Smith Subject: The Contract Series Chapter 7 You wouldn't be reading this without the people and resources that nifty.org provides. If you can spare a bit of money to support it, visit https://donate.nifty.org/ [Sorry it has taken so long for this chapter, but life has a habit of getting in the way. There is more to come, but it is going to be some time before the next chapter is out] The Contract Chapter 7 By The Mangler Ethan finished folding the laundry and put them away. He had completed one full load of laundry for Sam and had the second in the washer, so he set up the third and final load. He looked at the clock and it was approaching 10:30. This would be a long night. Picking up the wet cloth, he dropped to his knees and returned to scrubbing the floor. He cursed out loud as he went over the area where his two tormentors had walked over his already clean floor. After finishing the floor, he turned to dusting and organizing the rest of the room. As he finished the organizing, he looked up at the clock and said, "Goddamn it." The clock showed 12:30, which meant the last load of laundry had probably been sitting in the washer for 30 minutes. He yanked open the door, exited the room, and started to close the door when he remembered his keys. Turning, he picked them up and exited the room, slamming the door. "Ooh, it looks like we are getting a show," one of his hallmates opined. Others just laughed. Ethan had forgotten to check who was in the hallway, so he was greeted by about four of his friends as they headed toward the elevator. "Having an exhibitionist fantasy?" one asked. "Just shut the fuck up," Ethan yelled as he turned and entered the stairway. "Wow, for someone dressed like a two-bit whore, he seems grumpy." Everyone laughed as they entered the elevator. Halfway down the stairs, Ethan realized that while he had his keys, he had forgotten to get quarters, so he stormed back up the stairs. He looked out into the hallway and found it empty, so he scurried to his room. Once inside, he took several deep breaths. "Okay, you need to stay calm and keep it together," He thought. "Or just moon the whole goddamned world," a deeper part of his brain responded. Shaking his head, he grabbed the quarters, checked the hallway, and found it clear. He headed for the basement. No one was in the basement this time, as most normal college kids were out for the night celebrating. Which is where he should be, but his ego had gotten in the way. He moved the clothes to the dryer, inserted the quarters, started it, and returned to his room. Again, he met no one. Seeing that his room seemed to be in decent shape, he walked across the hall to Brad and Marc's room. Fortunately, he had a key on his keyring. They had exchanged keys at the beginning of the semester in case anyone locked themselves out. Fat lot of good that had done him tonight. He opened the door and walked into a major disaster. Prior to leaving for the evening, Brad and Marc had spent some time deliberately trashing their room, knowing it would prolong Ethan's adventure in cleaning it. "Fuck, fuck, and fuck," Ethan murmured as he stood there examing the disaster in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he launched himself into organizing the clothes into piles for washing. He had thought he could combine loads for both men to reduce the number of loads he had to do. However, it looked like they had anticipated this maneuver, so they made sure there were enough clothes strewn about that combining them would not be possible. By the time he finished organizing them, he found that he had managed to combine two loads so that there was only a total of 5 instead of the anticipated six. Checking the clock, he saw that the last load should be done in the dryer. He started to go back to his room to grab the next load to take down with him but was concerned that the guys might come back and catch him, so instead, he went to the laundry room, changed the clothes to the dryer and returned to continue trying to straighten out the mess. He had made a decent dent in the clutter when he realized it was time to take the next load out of the dryer. Walking down to the basement, he had passed some of his dorm mates who were returning from their nights out. He ignored most of them as they were so blitzed they didn't make much trouble. After folding the clothes, he gathered them and returned to his room. As the key unlocked the door, he pushed it open only to find that the chain was in place, stopping it from opening. "What the fuck," he said. Suddenly, the door closed, he heard the chain being removed, and the door opened. Standing in front of him was a nearly naked Sam. "Sorry, man," he said unconvincingly. "I just got back and was hopping into bed. It looks like you got a load of laundry to put away. I really should insist that you come back in the morning, but since I'm such a nice guy, I'll let you put them away." "Nice guy," Ethan began to snark, but seeing Sam's change in facial expression, he changed tactics. "Yes, you are. It will only take me a moment to put these away and get the next load." Sam laughed and carefully observed Ethan as he put his clothes away. As he went to grab the next load, Sam intoned, "Just leave those." "What?" Ethan asked. "Just leave those. You can finish them in the morning." "But, I want to..." "I couldn't care less what you want. Just leave the damn clothes and get the fuck out of here. I want to go to sleep." "Get out?" Ethan enquired. "Yes, get out. Remember, you are sleeping in the lounge tonight." "Come on, Sam, enough is enough," Ethan whined. "So, Brad was right. You are wussing out on your bet?" Ethan wanted to scream at and/or hit Sam but instead said, "No, but I am asking for a little consideration." Sam laughed. "It looks like you are wearing your little consideration, so bye." Sam opened the door and indicated that Ethan should leave. Ethan stared at Sam before exiting the room. As he did so, he ran into a large group of returning hallmates. The group was feeling no pain, so they immediately started harassing and cajoling Ethan. Ethan chose just to ignore them as he headed down toward the lounge. Seeing the fading handprint on one of his ass cheeks, one of the group reached out and slapped the cheek. Ethan turned a sour look on his face, grabbed the miscreant by the neck, and threw him up against the wall. "Hey, hey, no offense, Ethan," the guy whined as he threw his hands up in surrender. "KEEP. YOUR. FUCKING. HANDS.TO. YOURSELF.," Ethan hissed in a low grumble. Another guy who was friendly with Ethan stepped up and placed his hands gently on his shoulder. "Come on, Ethan. Kyle meant no harm. He was just joking around." "Well, he shouldn't be." The guy laughed as he said, "Ethan, if Kyle were dressed the way you are, you would be the first in line to give him a hard time. So lay off." Ethan released Kyle, looked at his friend, then turned and stalked down to the lounge without saying another word. The group of guys mumbled some insults, but he chose to ignore it. Entering the lounge, Ethan encountered a group of guys playing Dungeons and Dragons. "Oohh, a half-naked man ogre storms into the room," the dungeon master states. The other players looked confused until they turned around and saw Ethan. They laughed but quickly turned their attention back to the game, seeing the look on Ethan's face. Ethan stomped over to a couch and plopped down. He knew he needed to get his temper under control, but it had been a stressful night, and his nerves were getting the better of him. Being nearly naked around other guys wasn't a strange thing to him, and he knew he should ignore it. But doing it voluntarily and doing it because he had to were two different things, and he was surprised at how uncomfortable this was making him. Deciding he just needed to get some sleep, he turned the couch against the wall so that the back shielded him from the view of others in the room. When he bent over to push the couch back, he received several catcalls and obscene comments, which caused him to blush, but he exhibited supreme control by ignoring them. He then plopped down on the couch out of view of everyone. He was just beginning to drift off to sleep when he felt a poke on his arm. "Hey, sleeping beauty, wake up," a voice called from above. He jerked awake and looked up to see Brad smirking over him as he mumbled, "What?" "I've joined the game over there, but I need a soda from the vending machine down in the lobby. Go get it for me," he demanded. His natural response was to tell him to "go to hell." Instead, he just looked at him and sighed as he sat up. "I don't have any money or cards with me," he replied. Anticipating this answer, Brad dropped two dollar bills into his lap and replied, "Here, you can repay me in the morning." Ethan looked at Brad and started to say something, but instead, he got up and headed for the stairs. Fortunately, the hallway and stairwell were empty. Unfortunately, the lobby was rather busy for this time of the morning with all the returning guys, their dates, and visitors. He made quite the spectacle as he exited the stairway, crossed the lobby, and bought the soda. He tried to ignore the laughter, whistles, and catcalls but was unsuccessful. He turned a deep shade of red, increasing the laughter. The comment that pissed him off the most, and he wasn't sure why, was "Dammn. If I looked like that, I wouldn't wear clothes either." He just found the comment demeaning. He climbed the stairs back to his floor, took the soda to the lounge, and handed it to Brad. "Oh, do you think you could open that for me," Brad inquired. The other players just snickered. Ethan stared hard at Brad, who simply stared back. Finally, he opened the bottle, handed it to Brad, and returned to his couch and lay down. "Oh, that looks good. I should go get one," one of the other players said as he rose from his chair. "But we are at a critical point in the game," the dungeon master intoned. "You can wait a few minutes." "No need to interrupt things. Ethan will be happy to go get it for you. Won't you, Ethan?" Brad yelled across the room. Ethan sat up and shot Brad the "look of death" but replied, "Sure." He climbed over the back of the couch, much to the amusement of the D&Ders, walked over to the table to get the money from the kid and turned to leave. He looked back at the table and said, "Anyone else?" They all responded no. He repeated his earlier actions, including the verbal assaults in the lobby, and returned with the drink. Out of reflex, he opened it and handed it to the guy, getting gasps and laughs from the other players. "You know, that does look good after all," the dungeon master stated. Brad just looked at Ethan and tilted his head. "Give me the damn money and tell me what you want," Ethan replied. For the next 40 minutes, he went to get each player a drink, one at a time, before he was allowed to return to the couch and go to sleep. Ethan slowly came to consciousness with someone poking him in the shoulder. He awoke confused and sat up, looking around, trying to figure out where he was and what was happening. Seeing Sam standing over him with a smirk on his face, the last 15 hours quickly came into view, and he moaned. "Morning, sleepy head. Time to rise and shine as you've got work to do." "Fuck you," he murmured. "What did you say?" Sam demanded. "I said, I'm up, I'm up." "Great. Meet me in the room for your next assignment." "Next assignment? I've got to finish the laundry." "Of course you do, but I have something else that needs to be done first. So, hop to it and come down to the room." Sam turned and walked out of the lounge. Ethan crawled over the end of the couch and stretched by placing his hands high over his head and flexing his back. He vaguely heard some cheers before remembering how he was dressed. He looked around and realized his ass was exposed through the window. He quickly turned around and saw several members of the wrestling team, who were on the way to morning practice, pointing, laughing, and throwing kisses at him. He stepped away from the window and felt a flush move up his face. He moved out of the lounge and down to his room as quickly as possible. As he walked into the room, he was met by a set of car keys hurling in his direction. He caught them as they hit his chest. "I borrowed a friend's car for some activities tonight and tomorrow morning. It needs to be detailed before then. You can take it to Yohan's Self Detailing to spiff it up. I want the full package, wash, dry, wax, and full inside cleaning." "What?" "You heard me. It is all self-service, so you will need to take some quarters with you." "I only have enough for laundry," Ethan whined. "Well, you will be out and about, so you can stop at the bank and get more. Now get dressed and get out of here, 'cause you only got 3 hours to do the job." Hearing Sam say get dressed was like a punch in the gut. Ethan remembered his "outdoor" attire and looked over at his bed. Laying, there was a pair of light pink running shorts with the liner removed and a lime green T-shirt with "stupid" written across the chest in yellow letters. The shirt had been cut so that it would extend just below the pecs. Sitting next to those items was a pair of glittery flip-flops. "I can't wear that in public," Ethan complained. "Sure, you can snowflake. Nowadays, you can wear just about anything or, in your case, almost nothing." Sam laughed at the look on Ethan's face. Ethan could feel his anger rising, but he knew not to let it get the better of him. He walked over to the clothes, grabbed the shirt, and pulled it on with some difficulty. It was too small for him and fit like a rubber-wet suit. As expected, the shirt ended just below his nips. He next stepped into the running shorts. "What the hell are you doing?" Sam asked. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting into my outdoor attire," Ethan snarked back. "I don't remember anyone saying anything about a jock strap. Just running shorts, shirts, and flip-flops." "Wha...Wha.. What? I can't wear just the shorts. They will not hold anything in," Ethan complained. "And without the liner, they will be almost transparent." "We thought of that, so we made sure they were tight to hold everything in place," Sam laughed. "And I'm sure the public will not mind the view." Seething, Ethan removed the shorts, ripped off his jockstrap, and pulled the shorts on. With some adjustment, he managed to get everything "tucked" away but realized that he would have to be careful how he walked and thought bending over would be next to impossible. He slipped the flip-flops on and stormed toward the door. As he did so, he passed a mirror and turned to look at himself. He stopped and just stared at the image until he could no longer suppress his anger. "FUCK IT and FUCK YOU. There is no way I'm doing this," he shouted at Sam. Sam actually stepped back, seeing the anger across Ethan's face. "Wussing out are you? This is what you agreed ...." Sam began. "NO, This is not what I agreed to. I agreed to let you control my life for the weekend. I did not agree to allow you to humiliate the shit out of me for your fun and pleasure." "Yeah, you sorta did," Sam snorted. Ethan took one step forward, pushed Sam against the wall, and stepped closer with his hand on Sam's chest. "FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU. Your fun is over, and I don't give a fuck about the godamn bet. THIS ends NOW," He screamed. He was so enraged some spittle escaped his mouth and landed on Sam's chin. He stepped back, stripped naked, and walked over to his closet. He grabbed a pair of jeans, pulled them on, and grabbed a t-shirt, which he flung over his shoulder. He slipped his feet into some sandals, grabbed his car keys, and stormed out of the door, almost running over Brad and Marc in the hallway. "Where are you..." Brad started but quickly stopped. He saw the rage in Ethan's eyes and decided that shutting up was the better option. He and Marc watched as Ethan exited via the stairway. Entering the room, Marc said. "Well, I guess he did wuss out. So, I guess this was a failure." "His failure, not ours," Brad said. "Let's go to breakfast." Sam looked at the discarded outdoor outfit lying on the floor and sighed. "And we were having so much fun. Of course, now we get to razz him about welching on a bet. And you know how much that is going to irritate him." "True, very true," Brad laughed. They went to breakfast. Ethan returned to his room, which was empty, later that day. His "outdoor outfit" lay on his bed. He chuffed as he picked the outfit off the bed and threw it into the trash. He pulled on his economics textbook, dropped down onto the bed, and began to read. "Well, if it isn't the quitter," Sam stated as he entered the room to see Ethan lying on the bed. "I'm not a quitter," Ethan snarled. "Then what the hell do you call it?" Brad said as he and Marc entered behind Sam. "I call it terminating an agreement when you guys were being totally unreasonable." "Unreasonable? Are you fucking serious?" Marc asked. "Yeah, unreasonable. You were going out of your way to humiliate me, not to control my life." All three guys laughed. "Justify it any way you want. You couldn't stand the heat, so you sat down. The bet said TOTAL CONTROL and that is what we were doing--totally controlling you." "No, you were just trying to humiliate me." Sam looked at Ethan before saying, "Do you have any idea what it's like when you can't control much of your own life? We don't have the privilege of buying anything we want or having Daddy arrange what we can't get. We constantly have to do things that we don't want or like. It's been like that our whole lives. You couldn't do it for 72 hours." "Yeah, but you weren't humiliated..." Ethan started. "Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to be covered in dirt and mud while your classmates walk by, point, and laugh? I do. Had to work digging ditches to help cover expenses in high school," Brad intoned. "Or being harassed by the "jocks" about your clothes or your athletic ability? And having friends laugh about it." Marc added. "You think we were deliberately making your life hard?" Sam asked. "Well, we were. We only had 72 hours to try and drill that into your thick head what it was like, AND you couldn't take it and wussed out. And, NOW, while you lay here reading your," he continued as he reached over and turned Ethan's book so he could see it, "economics text. Meanwhile, we are all off to our wonderful, fulfilling, and glamorous jobs flipping burgers, after which we will have to study." Sam ushered his two friends out the door before slamming it shut. Ethan thought about what they said for only a few moments before returning to his studies. Ethan had to suffer the trio razing him at every opportunity and talking about how he wasn't "man enough" to complete his bet. In addition, he had to put up with the smirks and sneers from the dorm mates who had seen him on that fateful Friday night. Fortunately, this only lasted three days before everyone went home for the Christmas holidays. For all intents and purposes, Ethan ignored those actions and went about his day. But the jibs lodged in his brain, and he did not have fun as he was constantly reminded of the series of events. The thing that gnawed at him the most was that he had failed to uphold his end of the bet, and that rankled against his sense of honor and pride. He also despised the fact that he had let the three smaller guys get to him. Although he tried to forget, the entire episode was constantly resurfacing in his mind. He stewed over it for the entire Christmas break. Even his friends commented on how distracted he seemed to be. He finally decided on his next course of action. Ethan deliberately returned to the dorm at the last minute after the break. He walked into his and Sam's room, but it was empty. Stepping out in the hallway, he heard laughter coming from across the hall from Brad and Marc's room. He returned to his room and dug the jockstrap from the weekend from the depths of his closet. He then stripped naked, flinging his clothes everywhere, before donning the jockstrap from `the weekend.' He stomped across the hall, opened the door, and walked in. "Ever hear of knocking," Brad asked, looking up. "What's with the outfit?" Sam asked. "Not with this bunch," he replied, throwing a three-ring folder onto the nearest bed. "And the outfit is to show you that I can tolerate anything you three mental dickheads can toss my way. I have a proposal for you to prove to you that I am not a wuss and can deal with anything you toss my way. Read it over and let me know what you think." Without waiting for a reply, he exited the room, slamming the door behind him. His heart was beating almost out of his chest. But the deed had been done. He walked back to his room and began reading the economics chapter for tomorrow. He remained only in his too-small jockstrap. The first round of negotiations for The Contract had begun. "Jesus Christ," Sam muttered as he read the document. "This boy must be the one who is mental." Reading over his shoulder, Brad replied, "It does look that way. But I propose that we get everything we can out of this rich asshole." "What did you have in mind?" Marc added. "Let's start with a nice place to live next year," was the reply. Little did Ethan know that the dickheads were more devious than he thought. But he would learn not to underestimate them.

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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2024 02:37:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeff Smith Subject: The Contract Series Chapter 9 You wouldn't be reading this without the people and resources that nifty.org provides. If you can spare a bit of money to support it, visit https://donate.nifty.org/ The Contract Chapter 9 By The Mangler Loser looked longingly as his car drove past with the Master Js in it. Suddenly, the car stopped, and the rear window rolled down. "Hey, Loser, come here!" Brad yelled. Several people on the street turned to see who he was yelling at. Loser slinked over to the car. "Yes, Master Brad?" "How are you going to pay for the groceries?" "Uhh, um, I don't know," he stuttered, realizing he didn't have any money. The three masters laughed. "That's okay, we got you. This should cover it." Brad then handed out a plastic bag full of coins. "Don't take too long." The laughter could be heard as the car pulled away. Loser was ready for this day to end but knew it still had a long way to go. He turned toward the side street and began walking to the grocery store about two blocks away. He felt like every eye was on him, but nobody said anything until he approached the store. He overheard two older gray-haired ladies talking. "I thought that the university had forbidden hazing," one said. "Oh, it has been, dear." "Then why is he dressed like that?" "Because he is one of THEM, you know. Light in the slippers, etc. It's absolutely disgusting. This would have never been tolerated when we were young." Thinking of his day, Loser couldn't simply walk by. He stepped in front of the ladies. "That's because, in your day, you all were a bunch of narrow-minded, intolerant bigots. And unfortunately, you haven't changed a bit. But thank god better minds prevail today. So, Fuck off, lady," he growled. "Well, I never." "Maybe that's the problem," Loser said as he stepped aside and continued his walk to the grocery store. Loser heard some applause coming from a few of the younger people. For just a moment, he forgot about how he was dressed and the day he had been having. However, he quickly remembered when someone yelled, "What are you charging for the night?" Loser turned pink but kept walking. "We require shoes and shirts in here," one of the employees said as Loser walked in. Loser turned a little redder. He looked at him and said, "I'm wearing more clothes than many of the people you allow in here. Like that body builder over there with his "shirt," which is little more than strings. So go do something useful." He grabbed a cart and walked into the store. He pulled the list out of his pocket and looked at it for the first time. "Oh, shit. I knew it wasn't going to be that easy." He moved along the aisle to find the first item on the list. "Oh, my god, who knew there were so many?" Loser said out loud as he stared at the many `sanitary napkin' boxes in front of him. How the hell was he supposed to find what he needed? At that moment, two college-aged girls walked over. "Uhh, excuse me," Loser said. When the two turned to look at him, a slight snicker escaped, and one said, "Nice outfit." Loser turned red and looked down at the floor but said nothing. "You need something?" "I was wondering if you could show me where to find this," he said as he pointed to the top of the list in his hand. "I'm not sure you can use these," they giggled. "Uhh, umm, it is for my girlfriend," Loser lied. "Girlfriend, really?" one asked as they both looked him up and down. "Never mind," Loser mumbled as he grabbed the list back. One of the girls reached up on the shelf, pulled off a box, and tossed it to Loser. "Good luck on finding the other things," she said as they turned and walked off. Loser just wanted to disappear into the floor. The next item on the list was monostat cream. "What the hell is monostat cream?" Loser said, apparently out loud. "It's to treat a girl's vaginal infection," a voice said behind him. He jumped and looked around only to find he was staring into the eyes of Lawson Gould, a jock he went to academy with. "Ethan? What the fuck?" he said as he looked closely at Loser. What he saw was a very muscular 6'1' 230 pounds guy dressed in a very short crop top, a pair of white shorts, practically transparent, with a bright green Jock strap underneath. He noticed an uneven bulge in the groin. "And what's with the bulge?" he asked as he pointed to the groin. "Oh, um, er, hey Law... I mean Mr. Gould," Loser mumbled out. "Mr. Gould? What is going on, Ethan," Lawson said. "I was just showing you the respect that you are due, Sir." Lawson just stood there staring at the strange creature in front of him. "And, err, the bulge is a chastity device, Sir." Loser finished. "A chastity what?" Lawson asked. Suddenly Lawson looked like a light bulb went off over his head. "Oh, of course, you're pledging something or other. Well, they're putting you through it. Good luck. Oh, and the monostat is over on aisle 10 with the other medicines." Loser looked at Lawson, er Mr. Gould, and asked. "How do you know what monostat is and where to find it?" Lawson laughed. "I had to get it for my girlfriend once. I tried to get out of it, of course, and she threatened to separate my balls from my body. And I believed her. Take care and good luck." Lawson walked away, and Loser turned the other way to head for aisle 10. He tried to ignore some of the looks he got, but he was aware of them. He quickly found the monostat and added it to the chart. The next item on his list was ribbed condoms -- size small. Fortunately, they were on the same aisle, and he was able to find them quickly. The rest of the list was for regular groceries and not many due to the dorm's small storage space. He was leaning over the freezer to grab a bag of wings when he heard a loud whistle behind him. "Julian, what a view that is. I wonder how much it would cost for the night?" the twink said to his friend. Loser looked around and realized that stretching over the freezer with his leg raised exposed his ass to those standing behind him. He turned red again, and he dropped his leg to the floor. "And there is no cost.....Sir," Loser said. "Oh, it's free, then is it?" Julian asked. "NO. It is not available at all," Loser yelled. He slammed the bag of wings into the cart and headed for the front of the store. As he approached the checkout, he remembered that he had only a bag of coins. This was going to be a nightmare. However, as he neared the counter, he saw the Coinstar machine. However, as he looked at the 12% fee structure, he was concerned that he wouldn't have enough money if he changed the coins into bills. So, he reluctantly headed for the cashier. Fortunately, the line was short, so he could start checking out immediately. He started stacking the coins into amounts he could quickly calculate, but it was a tedious process with a mixture of pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters. The shoppers behind him sighed as he counted. They also commented that he might charge more for his services. The cashier smirked but didn't say anything else. She was going to be there no matter what, and she actually needed change for her till. After finally sorting, he found that he was 75 cents short. He looked like he was going to cry. "Here," the jock behind him in line said as he handed him a dollar bill. "Thank you, Sir," Loser said. "Yeah, just remember you owe me next time I see you in the gym," the guy laughed as he slapped Loser on the ass. Loser looked at the guy and realized that he knew him from the college gym. Once again, Loser turned red. He took his groceries and his change and started to leave. "Hey, I didn't say you could keep the change," the jock said. Loser dug the quarter out of his pocket and handed it to the jock saying, "Sorry, Sir." "Fucking weirdos," the guy mumbled. Loser was so glad this was over with. However, as he was about to exit the building, a gentleman with a manager's tag stopped him. "I believe that your outfit is inappropriate to wear in here." "What is wrong with it?" Loser asked. "You look like a whore selling his goods. And we don't appreciate that here." Finally losing it, Loser screamed, "I'm NOT A WHORE," before turning bright red when he realized what he had done. Most of the people in the stores turned to stare at him again. "I'm not a whore," Loser said more quietly. "Sir," he added. "As that may be, don't come back unless you are dressed more appropriately." "Yes, Mr. Barnes," Loser said after reading the manager's name tag. He then fled the store and started walking back to the dorm. Surprisingly enough, he had minimal issues walking back other than some good-natured catcalls and whistles. After all, it was a college campus, and they were used to some outlandish outfits. Nevertheless, Loser was very appreciative as he entered the dorm. He chose to take the stairs up to his floor. He knocked on the door across from his room as he had no keys, so he couldn't get into his room even if he wanted to. Besides, he had been ordered to come here. The door opened, and Sam said, "We are a little distracted now. Why don't you present yourself and we will be with you when we like." Loser's mouth opened and closed like a fish, but he only said, "Yes, Master Sam." As he dropped to his knees to assume the appropriate position, Sam added, "And you should be naked when you do it." Loser felt a jolt course through his body when he heard those words. "Please, Sam, no. Not here, I've had enough...." "Getting demerits all over the place, aren't you? That's Master Sam." Loser spread his knees and locked his hands behind his head but made no effort to remove his clothes. Enough was enough. He was tired of taking orders. Sam reached out and slapped him across the cheek. "Willful little bastard, aren't you? I'll decide your punishment later, Loser." He turned and slammed the door. "Wow, looks like there is a story to tell here. But it mainly looks like you are in deep shit," the RA said as he walked by, laughing. He patted Loser on the head. Loser took several deep breaths in an attempt not to cry. He was successful, but barely. When the door opened about twenty minutes later, Loser was in Presentation mode, kneeling with his ass cheeks resting on his calves, his hands locked behind his head, and looking straight ahead and naked, except for the plastic cock cage. "Well, just because you are naked now does NOT change the fact you disobeyed me, failed to address me correctly, and who knows how many other violations. Enter the room." Loser made to stand, but Sam placed his hand on his shoulder and refused to let him rise. "Lowly slaves crawl into a real man's room." Two of Loser's friends appeared in the hallway at about that time. "Damn, Ethan, still pledging something or other?" Loser tried to ignore them, but Sam said, "I believe someone was talking to YOU." He pushed his finger against Loser's forehead as he said this. "No, Mr. Ford, I'm not pledging anything," he mumbled barely audibly. "Mr. Ford. I like that," he said as he walked by. He stopped to give Sam a fist bump. Although he didn't think it possible, Loser's self-esteem dropped several more points. His `friend' was not trying to assist him but seemed to be enjoying the situation. Sam turned to his side and motioned Loser into the room. Loser dropped to his hands and knees and crawled into the room where Marc and Brad were waiting. Once Loser was in the middle of the room, Sam slammed the door. "Present, Loser," he barked. Once again, Loser assumed the position. Marc and Brad just laughed. "Wow, just wow. Who would have thought that when we first met this Loser, he would end up naked, calling us Master and doing whatever the fuck we wanted?" Marc asked with disdain in his voice. "Who, indeed. I thought he was an arrogant prick of a jock boy. Little did I know he was actually a submissive little bitch," Brad agreed. Loser barely held it together as he just stared into the distance. "Okay, Loser, please self-report any breaches of the contract or anything we don't know about." "I do not believe I have any, Master S," Loser replied. "Really? I was informed that you addressed some females earlier," Sam said. Stopping to think before speaking, Loser went through events in his mind for the day. "I'm sorry, Master. There are one, well, really two, things to report. In two instances, I spoke with females, Master S." "And why did you do that?" "One was to reprimand a homophobic old lady, and one to find help obtaining some items on the grocery list, Master S" Loser replied. "One is iffy but probably acceptable, but one is definitely not." "So, you talked to a male cashier when you checked out," Master Marc inquired. Loser looked down at the floor guiltily and said very softly. "Uh, no, I talked to a female, Master M." Master Marc reached over and grabbed Loser by the chin and jerked his head upward until he was looking at Master Marc. "See, we can't even trust you to tell us things you are required to tell us. Now, I realize that this is only your first day, but that is absolutely no fucking excuse. So demerits for talking to a female and more demerits for failure to report it. At this fucking rate, you are going to be into four digits of demerits." "Yes, Master M. I'm sorry, Master M. I will do better, Master M," Loser whined. "Probably not, but you damned well better try." There was a moment of silence before Brad spoke. "Any time you failed to address a male as Mr. or Sir?" Brad asked. Once again, taking his time to think through the day, Loser replied, "There may have been one or two instances where I initially forgot." Loser added quickly, "But I tried to correct it immediately, Master B." "And DID you correct it every time?" Marc asked. "I think, I mean, I..." Loser began "Well, what the hell is the answer," Marc demanded. "I can't be sure that I did, Master Marc," Loser said in a very low voice as he looked down at the floor. "We should assign you demerits, but your report is so piss poor we could never figure out how many, and you are so far behind at this point that it wouldn't really make much difference. So, for today, we are going to forget demerits." Loser let out a loud sigh of relief. "Instead, we are just going to give you 15 whacks apiece in the lounge on your naked ass." The three masters let out a smirk sound. "Please, Sir, please no," Loser whined, almost breaking into tears. "Please, Master Sam, no in public, please, please, no. Master Marc, Master Brad, please, not in public." Brad, Marc, and Sam looked at each other. An unspoken debate seemed to be occurring between them. "Well, we will give you a choice. Fifty swats in the lounge or 100 swats in private," Master Brad said. Both Marc and Sam looked at Brad with a surprised look that said, "Hey, we should discuss this first." "If I may inquire, Master B, what type of swats? Paddles or hands?" A large smirk appeared on Brad's face. "It really should be with a paddle, but as this is new for you, we will show a modicum of pity and say just bare hands." "But don't expect such pity in the future. YOU wrote the contract, YOU wanted this, so don't whine about it," Sam injected into the conversation. "Thank you, Master Brad. Thank you, Master Marc. Thank you, Master Sam. I will choose the 100 swats in private, Master Js," Loser said with relief in his voice. But it would be a decision he would soon come to regret. [With appreciation to Sir Calvin and slave william for their proofreading and story suggestions!]

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Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2024 04:25:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeff Smith Subject: The Contract Chapter 8 You wouldn't be reading this without the people and resources that nifty.org provides. If you can spare a bit of money to support it, visit https://donate.nifty.org/ [Sorry it has taken so long for this chapter, but life has a habit of getting in the way. There is more to come, but it is going to be some time before the next chapter is out] The Contract Chapter 8 By The Mangler Present Day Loser turned and walked away from James, heading toward the first condo his real estate agent would show him and the Masters. Loser turned red when he heard a bunch of teenagers laugh at him as he walked by. "Nice Ass," one of them shouted as he passed them. This comment reminded him of how he was dressed: a pair of very thin white short running shorts over a lime green jock strap which was clearly visible through the shorts. That probably meant he was practically naked from the rear. He was wearing a pink cropped t-shirt that barely came below his nipples and a pair of very worn-out tennis shoes. His body screamed jock, but his outfit screamed whore. He encountered many other such comments during his 30-minute walk. But he finally reached the condo building where the three masters stood outside talking with Brent, his real estate agent. "Ahh, here comes Loser now," Sam said. Brent turned to see what Sam was discussing, and his jaw dropped. "What the fuck, Ethan," Brent stammered. "Oh, it's not Ethan anymore, is it?" Brad asked. Loser just looked at the four but didn't say anything. "I THINK you need to correct Brent here. Don't you?" Brad scowled. "Yes, sir, sorry, sir. I have changed my name to Loser," he stammered. Brad looked at Loser and said, "That's another demerit for disrespecting Brent here?" "How did I disrespect him, sir," Loser asked. "Another demerit for disrespecting me." Loser just looked between Brent and Brad before finally realizing his error. "I'm sorry, Master Brad. I forgot my place." He then turned towards Brent. "Please forgive me, Mr. Morris. I did not mean any disrespect." "For god's sake, what the fuck is going on?" Brent demanded. "What is going on is that Loser here is trying to become his "authentic" self. This is what he really is, isn't it?" Marc said. "I mean, just look at the way he's dressed." Brent then did a more careful assessment of Loser's outfit, particularly noting the green jock strap and the strange bulge present in the groin. Loser turned red but just stood there. Sam broke the silence. "Uhm, I think you have a condo to show us, don't you?" "What? Oh yeah. Condo" Looking at Loser, he said, "Are we still doing this?" "Of course we are, aren't we, Loser," Sam smirked. "Yes, Master Sam." Sam looked at Loser and tilted his head toward Brent. "Yes, Mr. Morris, we are still doing this." With that, Brent shook his head and turned toward the building, opening the front door. He walked over and pressed the elevator button. "The condo is on the third floor. There are five floors total in this building. The pool and pickleball court are at the clubhouse." The elevator dinged, and the door opened. As the group walked in, Marc threw his hand up and pushed Loser back. "You don't get to use the elevator. You take the stairs." Loser replied, "Yes, Master Marc," as his face turned pink. He sighed, looked around until he saw the sign for the stairs, and headed in that direction. As the elevator door closed, Brent asked, "What the hell is going on?" "Well, Loser, formerly known as Ethan, is trying to find his `true' self, and we are helping him out," Sam replied. Brent just looked confused. Sam laughed. "Loser needs someone to guide him in life, and he has chosen us to do that." "Really?" Brent replied with a tone of disbelief. "Oh, really. He has chosen to do this. No one is making him." The elevator dinged as it arrived on the third floor. Shortly after that, the door to the stairway opened, and Loser walked out. Just as he did, one of the front doors of a condo opened, and a family walked out. They all just stared at Loser like he was from another planet. "Goddman, perverts," the father said under his breath as he got into the elevator. "Looks like he has you figured out, Loser," Marc laughed. Brent shook his head as he walked down the hallway. "This is an end unit. It has three bedrooms, all with bathrooms, a walk-in pantry, and a nice-sized kitchen. It has two garage spaces and two carport spaces, but many other tenants are willing to rent out their garage spaces." As he said this, he inserted his key and opened the door. The doorway opened into a small vestibule before opening into the living area. The condo was dark as there were few windows. Brent motioned for the others to enter. The three masters entered with Sam going last. Just after entering the door, he turned to stop Loser from entering. "I don't think you are appropriately dressed to come in here," he told Loser. "You want me to wait outside?" Loser asked. "Another demerit for a lack of respect. And no, I want you to get appropriately dressed." The loser looked at Sam in confusion. "What do you mean... Master Sam?" The loser realized that he needed to get into the game at this point. "Sigh, you are such a fucking retard. You know you aren't allowed clothes in the condo, so get naked." Brent looked stunned but didn't say a word. "Naked? The contract says I have to be naked in our condo, not when we are looking, Master Sam," Loser replied. "Well, if you buy this condo, it will be ours, and we wouldn't want you to violate the contract." "Contract?" Brent asked. "Oh, Loser here insisted on a contract specifying acceptable behavior for him. And one of those rules was that he had to be naked in the condo." Marc added to the conversation. "Guys, this is just fucking weird. I don't know if I want to be involved in this," Brent stated. "All you have to do is show us some real estate. You aren't "involved in" this at all. But if you want the commission to go to someone else, that is fine," Sam said. He then gave Loser a very hard look. "Look, Brent, er, Mr. Morris, I would really like you to help out. I trust you and your judgment. You've been with the family a long time and have never stirred us wrong. I know this is strange for you, Mr. Morris, but it is what I want, so could you just go along?" Loser said just loud enough to be audible. He kept his head down at all times. "Whatever," Brent replied, pushing past Loser and Sam to enter the condo. "Fucking weirdo," he whispered, but it was loud enough that Loser and Sam heard it. Sam just chuckled and Loser just stood there. Sam turned and looked at Loser before Loser finally stripped off his clothes, folding them. "Just place them by the door there," Sam said as he pointed in the hallway. "What if someone moves them," Loser asked. "Then you will be walking home naked," Sam smirked. "And another demerit." "Sorry, Master Sam. I will try to better, " Loser replied as he placed his clothes on the floor, not realizing that he had mooned the entire hallway when he bent over. He entered the condo. "The square footage is just over 2500," Brent began as he turned back toward the door. He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed the plastic contraption in Loser's groin. "What the hell is that?" he demanded. "Loser can't be trusted with his sex life, so..." "No, never mind, I don't think I want to know," Brent said, then turned to show the condo. The group walked around, with Loser in the back, as Brent took them throughout the condo, pointing out the various rooms and selling points. "And this is a laundry room. There is no washer and dryer present, but you can put them in, or there is a shared laundry unit on this and each floor. "This looks big enough to put in a dog cage," Brad stated. "Oh, sorry, no pets are allowed in this building," Brent said. "The cage isn't for a pet," Brad smirked. Loser turned red again -- a widespread recent occurrence for the usually cocky jock. Brent opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. "Not bad, we'll keep it in mind," Sam said as they headed for the door. "Do you have another one to show us that is closer to campus?" "Yeah it is about two miles down on this same street," Brent replied. "That will probably take Loser here too long to walk to, but I'm sure you don't want him in your car dressed like that, do you?" Marc asked as Loser finished dressing in the hallway. "Err, well, um.." Brent stuttered. "That's okay," Sam said, pulling out his wallet. The loser here can take the bus and meet us there. It shouldn't take more than 20-30 minutes," he said as he offered his bus pass. "A bus. Please, no," Loser whined. Seeing the look on Sam's face, he quickly added, "Master Sam." "Oh, come on, Loser. You will probably fit in just fine with all the other passengers on the bus," Brad smirked, and Marc giggled. Loser, realizing that his masters weren't going to relent, reached out and took the bus pass. The group started toward the elevator until Marc pointed to the stairway. Loser sighed and headed there. Loser actually beat them to the first floor as they had to wait for the elevator, which was a lucky thing because he didn't know where he was going. "Where am I to meet you, Mr. Morris," Loser asked Brent. "2500, near the park," Brent said. "Alright, let's go," Sam said, and he and the other masters headed toward Loser's car. Brent was shaking his head as he opened the door and slid into his car. On the way to the next showing, the three masters reassured Brent that this was what Loser wanted. It was his idea, and he was the one who legally changed his name. "But don't you feel strange doing this?" Brent asked. Brad looked at his fellow masters before replying, "We did a little at first but then realized that Ethan really wanted to do this. He went through the trouble of drawing up a contract and voluntarily changed his name. We figured that if we, his friends, didn't do it, he might get someone else who wouldn't be so understanding and look out for his wellbeing as well." Brent was concentrating on driving, so he did not see the smirks on the three students' faces as they tried to control their desire to laugh. Loser walked to the end of the street and waited for the stop light so he could cross over to the other side. He got several hostile stares. Fortunately, the bus arrived just as he did, so he didn't have to wait long. Unfortunately, as he boarded the bus, he realized that a very large contingent of teenagers was on board, and they wasted no time laughing and harassing him. Every time he went to take a seat, the other occupant indicated he could sit elsewhere. He ended up standing in the back of the bus, where two muscular jocks laughed at and verbally abused him. One of them kept slapping him on his ass. He tried to ignore it, but he was very close to tears. He wasn't used to such treatment. God, he knew that he had to convince the arbitrators tomorrow to let him buy out the contract. He couldn't stand this. The bus finally arrived at the nearest bus stop, and Loser exited the bus to rather loud insults. Someone even spit on him as he exited. He saw Brent, "No, I have to think of him as Mr. Morris," and his three masters standing outside an arched gateway about one block away, so he hurried to meet them. "What the hell took you so long," Marc demanded. "Sorry, Master Marc, but the bus had multiple stops." "This is a complex of 6 buildings, each with two stories," Brent began as he entered a code that opened a metal gate under the arch. "As you can see, there is a central walkway with three buildings on each side. You can also see that a privacy fence surrounds each building. There are 4 units on each floor, so eight units per building. Each unit has a private outdoor space that is not shared with the other units. Obviously, those on the second floor can look down into other units' outdoor spaces." He walked down to the final set of buildings before turning right and walking up to a keypad, where he entered another code. "The buildings each have unique key codes known only to the owners in that building. The unit I will show you is on the second floor." He pushed the elevator button and then turned toward Loser. "The stairs are over there," he said as he pointed to an exit sign. Sam, Marc, and Brad looked at each other, realizing that Brent was getting in on the action. Loser started to walk in that direction but saw the look on Brad's face, so before he left, he said, "Thank you, Mr. Morris." Loser arrived at the top of the stairs just as the elevator door opened. "The units are set up with two in front and two in back. The front two units are both two bedrooms. One of the back units is one bedroom, and the other one is three." He walked over and unlocked the condo door on the left. He motioned for the three masters to enter before him but did not wait for the loser. Loser stopped at the threshold of the door and quickly stripped naked, folding his clothes and placing them by the door. He walked into the unit, which opened into the living room on one side and the kitchen on the other. "As you can see," Brent began before Sam interrupted. "Loser, get down on your hands and knees. You can crawl through the space," Brad smirked. Loser did as instructed while Brent looked mortified. He was wondering what he had walked into. "As I was saying, you can see a quite generous-sized living area and kitchen. There is a balcony off the living room which looks down into two of the yard spaces down below. Beyond that, the view is of the large park between here and the university. The three bedrooms are in the back. Each is a master with a private en-suite. In addition, each unit has a balcony. There is a solid wall that separates the balconies from each other. The balconies look down into your private yard space." "The guest half bath is between the living area and the bedrooms. In addition, there is a laundry space and a hall closet. A back door leads to some steps leading to the yard area." As he described the area, the masters walked around looking and asking questions, while Loser simply crawled around but didn't say anything. "Now, the downside to this complex is the parking situation. If you look out of the bedrooms, beyond the backyard, you see the garage complex for the units. They are not attached to the units. However, the garage is two stories, with the basement dedicated to storage. There is also an underground walkway between the garage and the building, so you don't have to go outside." "What about a swimming pool, gym, and other amenities?" Brad asked. "There is a clubhouse next door which has those amenities. You can get to it via the underground walkway from the garage or by exiting this compound and walking next door." "How many parking spaces," Sam asked. "Ahh, that is the other downside. The garage space is about 2 ½ cars wide, and any additional cars have to be parked along the street or in the public parking garage. Unlike the last condos, you cannot sell or rent other garage spaces." "Well, that is a problem, as we will have at least 3 and maybe four cars," Marc replied. "I know. I do have an option to assist with that, but it is rather expensive. The one-bedroom unit next door is also for sale. If you bought that unit as well, you would have 4 spaces. That is what the present owner has done. He used the one-bedroom next door as a guest suite." "And what is the price?" Sam asked. "And the monthly fees." "The three bedroom is 550,000 and the one bedroom is 400,000 thousand." "Not really that bad," Marc replied casually. "The monthly assessment for the three-bedroom unit is 2000, and for the one-bedroom unit, it is 1000. This includes internet and basic cable. You have to pay for any upgrades. It does not include any other utilities." "Okay, Do you have any more showings lined up for today?" Sam asked. "I have four lined up for tomorrow, but other than the parking issues, this is probably the best unit and very conveniently located to the university." "What time for tomorrow?" "8, 10, 2 and 4." "We have an appointment at 10 tomorrow, so you would have to either cancel or reschedule that one," Brad said as he looked over at Loser on the floor. "I hope it is a successful appointment," Loser thought to himself. "That should be no problem." "Okay, thanks for your assistance today," Brad said, and Sam and Marc echoed it as they each shook Brent's hand. "Yes, thank you very much, Mr. Morris," Loser said, offering his hand from his knees. "Do you want to see the one bedroom?" Brent asked. "No, I think we are good," Sam said. Brent just looked at the hand, turned, and walked away. The three masters smirked. They exited the condo and watched as Loser quickly redressed. The elevator dinged and opened just as Loser was pulling the crop over his head, and out walked a very handsome thirty-something-year-old jock. He was dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt, covered with sweat, and a pair of short gym shorts. He was very muscular, like Loser. He looked at Loser and the three masters and could be heard mumbling, "Whatever floats your boat, I guess," as he shook his head. He then entered one of the front condos. The group exited the building with Brent getting in his car and leaving. After getting into his car, he could be seen sitting in his seat and just staring at the group before shaking his head and driving off. "Well, it is a short walk to the university and the dorms. Once you get home, come over to Marc and Brad's room, and we will discuss the units we have seen today," Sam demanded. "Yes, Masters," Loser said. He wanted to ask them to not make him walk through campus, as their dorms were on the other side, but he knew it would be fruitless, so he said nothing. "Good," Brad said as they started to walk to the car. "Oh, by the way, here is a list of things we need you to pick up at the grocery store on the way home," he said as he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Loser. "Please, no, Masters. No more today," Loser whined. Sam walked over to Loser, reached up, and grabbed his chin with one hand. "Look, Loser, you do what the fuck you are told when the fuck you are told, and don't bitch about it. What you want is irrelevant to us. Understand?" Taking a deep breath, Loser replied, "Yes, Master Sam." His voice was full of emotion, and it was almost as if he was going to cry. "I knew you could figure it out," he replied, releasing his chin and walking away. Loser stood there for a few seconds before turning in the direction of the grocery store. It was about two blocks out of the way for the campus and this was the busy time of day. He was just going to have to suck it up and perform his duties. Much thanks to Sir Calvin and his slave william for their assistance in proofreading and for plot suggestions

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Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2024 20:56:01 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeff Smith Subject: The Contract -- chapter 6 The Contract Chapter 6 By The Mangler After sitting and staring into nothing for a few minutes, Ethan shook his head as if returning to life. He sighed and stood up, realizing he needed to start cleaning the room. Initially, he began cleaning quickly to get the job done. Then he remembered that he would have to go to the lounge when all the cleaning was done, so he slowed his actions. He intended to stretch out cleaning both rooms for as long as possible. To that end, he dropped to his hands and knees and scrubbed the tile floor with a washcloth instead of using a mop. With his jock-strapped clad ass sticking in the air as he scrubbed, he knew he would die if anyone could see him like this. Taking a break from scrubbing, Ethan looked at the clock and noticed that the load of laundry should be dry. He stood and walked over to the door. As he started to open it, he said, "fuck it." He let the door close, returned to Sam's bed, and picked up the next load of laundry. "What they don't know, they don't know," he said. He partially opened the door, and hearing no noise, he exited into the hallway. He moved quickly and quietly into the stairwell, descending to the basement level. He walked through the door and into the laundry room. "I told you that tonight's entertainment would be back," one of the guys he had previously encountered said. Both he and his friend were sitting on the folding table. "You were right, and the view is still just fabulous," the friend replied. Ethan stopped when he heard the voices and looked over at the two guys. Hearing their comments, he turned pink but chose not to engage with them. He walked over to the washing machine, opened the door, and flung the clothes from his hands into the washing machine. He slammed the door, inserted the quarters, and started the machine. "I would have put some detergent in myself," one of the guys said to the other. "FUCK," Ethan screamed as he realized that he, indeed, had not put any detergent in. He looked over the buttons on the machine and found one that said "open the door." He pushed that button, and, fortunately, there was a click. He reached down and pulled on the door, and it did open. It would have been too late if he had been just a few seconds later. He grabbed a pod, threw it into the machine, and closed the door. He reached up and pushed the start button, and the machine growled to life. He turned to the dryer, which had just beeped, signaling the end of the cycle, and opened the door. He started to bend over to remove the clothes when he heard "Showtime" coming from behind him. Realizing that the two guys were behind him, he squatted as he pulled the clothes. "Ooh, that's only PG-rated, and I was hoping for something X or at least R." Ethan turned and headed over to the table. He dumped the clothes on the end where the two guys weren't sitting. "Don't you two have something better to do than harass someone?" he demanded with a hint of anger in his voice. "Do we?" one asked the other. "Actually, we don't. But if all we will see is PG-rated, I'm sure we can find something else to do." They slid off the table and headed from the exit, making sure to walk so they could pass behind Ethan. Seeing the almost faded handprint from earlier, the first guy slapped the same ass cheek, followed quickly by the second. "What the godamned fuck do you think you are doing," an irate Ethan said as he turned to face the two guys. "Just manhandled that delectable ass," was the reply. Before he could say anything, the other guy reached out and grabbed Ethan's barely covered balls and squeezed. "Although there are other things I would rather be manhandling." Shocked by the brazen grab, Ethan froze for a moment before springing to life. "You motherfucking son of a bitch," Ethan bellowed as he started toward the guy. However, he and his friend had enough sense to run out of the room before Ethan could grab them. Ethan returned to the table and slammed his hand down hard on it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Damn, this goddamned shit." He grabbed the handful of clothes and wrapped his arm around them, hugging them to his chest. As he did so, two pieces escaped and fell to the floor. Ethan reached over, picked them up, added them to the pile in his arms, exited the basement, and walked back to his room. Once he entered the room, he threw the rumpled clothes onto the bed and screamed, "Enough." He grabbed his sweatshirt and pulled it on as he reached for his jeans. He had partially inserted the first leg when the door opened, and Sam entered. Sam looked at Ethan, then turned to Brad. "See, I told you he couldn't do it and would wuss out." "Guess I owe you five bucks." "I have NEVER wussed out on anything in my life," Ethan bellowed. "Then why are wearing a sweatshirt and putting on jeans? A jock strap is all you are allowed," Sam retorted. "I..., I was..." Ethan stumbled. "You were wussing out, just like I knew you would," Sam laughed. Ethan responded by yanking his leg out of the jeans, stripping the sweatshirt over his head, and flinging it into the corner. He took two steps so that he was standing in front of Sam almost touching him. "I. NEVER. Wuss. Out." He said forcibly. "Well then, I guess you should get on with it. But there are at least two demerits here," Brad said. "Demerits, what the fuck are you talking about," Ethan demanded. "You broke the rules twice, so I think you should get two demerits. We will decide what the punishment will be later." "Punishment," Ethan said as a look of horror spread over his face. Laughing Sam said, "Don't worry. You'll get a choice in your punishment." Ethan looked lost for a moment before he said, "And what are the two demerits for?" Brad replied "One -- wearing unapproved clothing, and two -- bringing laundry upstairs that is not folded." As he said this he pointed to the pile of clothes on the bed. Sam interjected "I would give him a third for disobedience, but maybe we let that one slide." Brad shook his head as he said "No we can't do that. Ethan here wouldn't like it if we didn't enforce the rules. Would you?" Ethan grunted and turned to the pile of clothes to begin folding them. "Oh, no. Those will have to be rewashed," Sam said. "Why the hell..." "Because you tried to cheat and we all know how much you hate cheaters." "But, but..." "No buts. Of course, you can go ahead and wuss out like we know you want to," Brad snickered. Ethan gave both guys a double handed one finger salute. He picked up the cloth he had been using to wash the floor with, dipped it into the bucket, dropped to his knees, and began wiping the floor without saying another word. As Sam and Brad started to leave the room, Sam looked back over his shoulder and said, "On your knees is where you really belong when in the presence of superior men." "Fuck you," Ethan murmured as he heard the door slam. He stood up and tossed the rag hard against the wall, and took several deep breaths. He looked at the pile of clean clothes on the bed. "Fuck it and them. They are clean," he whispered as he began to fold and straighten them. How would they ever know? Thank you to Sir Calvin and his slave william for their assistance in proofing and for suggestions. For questions or comments, you can contact me at [email protected] You wouldn't be reading this without the people and resources that nifty.org provides. If you can spare a bit of money to support it, visit https://donate.nifty.org/

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Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2024 22:09:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeff Smith Subject: The Contract Chapter 5 The Contract Chapter 5 By The Mangler For a few moments after the door closed, Ethan just stood there in his jock strap, trying to figure out how he had ended up in this mess. The answer was an easy one -- his ego. Next, he was trying to determine if he was going to go through with it or not. He came very close to saying "fuck it" and not doing it, but once again, his ego took charge. He sighed as he turned to his desk and began looking for quarters. Ethan started talking out loud. "Let's see, that would be four quarters for washing and four quarters for drying. But some loads need a second round in the dryer, so to be safe, let's say eight quarters per load. That means I need 12 quarters for each load. To add a safety margin, let's add in 3 more loads. Twelve loads times 12 quarters means 144 quarters. Each quarter is twenty-five cents, so 144 times twenty-five means 36 dollars' worth of quarters." Ethan rummaged through his desk and drawers and came up with eight quarters. Enough to start the first load and figure out where he would get the rest of the quarters from. He turned from his desk, walked over to Sam's laundry basket, picked it up, and placed it on the bed. He began to divide it into three piles: whites, darks, and colors. If an item didn't easily fit into such a stack, he forced it into one anyway. Contrary to what the three guys thought, Ethan had been taught to do certain basic chores, and laundry was one of them. He took the "whites" pile and organized it in such a way that it would be easy to carry. He grabbed the pile in his arms, picked up the laundry detergent pods, which he fortunately had enough of for all loads, and opened the door. He stopped when he heard some voices in the hallway. "What the fuck am I doing," he thought. Once again, he came close to just saying fuck it, but his ego told him to "stop being such a goddamned pussy." Once the voices were no longer heard, he exited the room and quickly headed for the stairway at the end of the hall. He could push through the door before he heard other voices in the hallway. He was hopeful that they hadn't seen him. The odds of seeing anybody in the stairwell were low as most people were too lazy to use them. No sooner had that thought entered his head than when he started to turn at a landing, a group of three guys came charging up the stairs in their workout gear. Evidently, they were running the stairs, and they were his friends. "Hey, Ethan," George said as he ran up the stairs. "Doing a little laundry before going....What the fuck are you wearing? Or should I say not wearing?" Ethan turned red and just stammered. "Why are you dressed like that?" George demanded as the other two guys reached the landing to see what George was talking about. Ethan just stood there like a deer in the headlights. "Well, why are you dressed like that?" Stan asked. "Well, umm, err," he began as he remembered his instruction on answering that question. "To remind myself of my place," he murmured as he turned redder. "What, I couldn't hear you," Stan said. Ethan said louder, "To remind me of my place." "What the fuck does that mean?" George asked. Ethan turned and started down the stairs as he said, "It's just the way I wish to be dressed." George looked at his two friends and said, "I always knew there was something off about him. I just thought he was a little narcissistic, but something else must be going on." The three just laughed as they continued their run up and down the stairway. Ethan continued down the stairs and into the basement. Fortunately, no one else was around as he placed the first load into the washer, inserted the quarters, and started the cycle. He looked at the clock on the wall, assessing the time before turning and heading back up the stairs. To decrease the chance of getting caught, he jogged back up the stairs and managed to get back to his room without being seen. He then weighed how to go about getting more quarters. He remembered that Jack, a friend of his, usually kept quarts on hand. Unfortunately, he was two floors up. Ethan went to get his cell phone from his desk but could not find it. "Goddamn it," he murmured. He remembered lying on the desk. One of the three guys must have picked it up before they left. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK," he screamed to no one. Knowing he had no choice, he grabbed his wallet, returned to the stairwell, and climbed two floors. Taking a very deep breath, he exited the hallway, walked down to Jack's room, and knocked on the door. He had passed two other guys on the way, but they had simply stared and said nothing. The door opened, and Jack said, "Hey, man," before he realized what Ethan was wearing or not wearing. Ethan tried to push himself into the room, but Jack placed his hand on the chest, stopping him. "Not so fast there, cowboy. I don't want to give the wrong impression to the other guys on the floor. So, simply question. What the fuck." "I just needed to see if you had quarters I could buy for laundry." "And all your clothes are dirty except those?" Ethan laughed, although it sounded somewhat strained. "Something like that," was his reply. Jack hadn't asked why he was dressed like that, so Ethan felt safe with that answer. "Okay, but you stay there in the hall. Don't want any rumors starting. How many quarters do you need?" "Uhh, I could use 35 dollars' worth." "35 dollars. What the fuck, haven't done any laundry since you got here? Why do you need that much?" Just as he was about to answer, someone walked behind him and slapped him on the ass hard enough to leave a handprint. He turned to find the school quarterback smirking as he walked down the hallway with one of his friends. "Nice ass there, Ethan. Looks like you're advertising." He laughed as he continued walking. Ethan turned red as he turned back to Jack and, remembering his instructions, said, "Ugh, I'm doing laundry from some friends and myself." Jack just chuckled. "Some friends hhhmm. And why would that be?" Ethan looked blank momentarily, turned slightly redder, and said, "Just trying to be a good friend and roommate." "Aahh, roommate hu? So, the friends must be his two skater punks. Is that right?" Ethan was growing increasingly uncomfortable standing in the doorway and just wanted this to be over with. "Yeah, that's right. Got ANY quarters? Need to get back to the basement to change the first load." "Stay here." Jack then turned and walked over to where he kept his change. He noted that he had two rolls worth twenty dollars. However, he only grabbed one roll when picking them up. He walked back to the door. "I have ten dollars' worth." "Great, I'll take them," Ethan said as he pulled a ten out of his wallet and reached for the roll. Jack pulled them back and said, "I don't know, Ethan. I also have to do laundry this weekend, and this is the last of my quarters." "Come on, man, this is urgent as I've already started and need to finish the rest." "I'm not sure...." Jack began. "Fine, I'll give you twenty dollars for them." "Let me get this straight. You'll give me twenty dollars for ten dollars' worth of quarters??" "Yeah. Look, Jack, I know this is weird, but I really need those quarters, so how about it? Please." Jack smirked to himself when he heard the please. "Yeah, since we are friends, sure." Just as Ethan handed over the twenty and took the roll of quarters, he felt a smack on his other ass cheek, also leaving a print. "Looks like your advertising paid off, and you found a buyer," the quarterback laughed as he and his friend walked by in the other direction. Ethan turned redder as he remembered that the quarterback and Van Saint were good friends, so he knew this wouldn't remain quiet for long. He turned and started to walk away. "Hey, Ethan," Jack said. Ethan turned back. "Yeah?" "My friend Rollins usually has a good supply of quarters. He is two floors up in this same room." "Uhh, thanks." Ethan turned and power walked back to the stairway passing several guys who hooted and hollered when they saw the handprints. Entering the stairway, Ethan stopped and leaned back against the wall. "Fuck," he mumbled. He had never felt so vulnerable or embarrassed. As soon as Ethan left, Jack grabbed his phone and texted his friend Rollins. Hey, an attractive `package' headed your way. He gave me 20 bucks for 10 dollars' worth of quarters. Says he needs another 25 dollars' worth. But you could get a good deal on that. Be even better if you only gave him 20, so he had to scramble for the other 5. Sounds intriguing. I'll let you know what happens. Jack then texted his friend Quentin. Shortly after that he retexted Rollins. Send the package down to Quentin for the final five. And text me when you do. A smiley emoji and a thumbs-up was the reply. Ethan took a couple of deep breaths and slowly climbed the two flights of stairs. Once he got to the doorway, he listened closely, and not hearing any voices, he eased out into the hallway and found it empty. He quickly walked down to the appropriate door and knocked. He waited for what seemed like an eternity before the door opened. Standing before him was Rollins, someone he vaguely knew as a friend of Jack. Rollins looked Ethan up and down before saying, "Well hells bells. This IS one interesting and attractive package." Somehow, being referred to in that manner made things more embarrassing for Ethan. "Uh, I came for some... Uh, I mean, Jack sent me up. He said you might have some quarters I could do laundry with?" "Do you always dress this way for laundry?" Before Ethan could reply, Rollins continued. "Not that there is anything wrong with it. As a matter of fact, I find it quite.... Refreshing. Probably the same way the breeze on your ass is refreshing." Ethan's overwhelming desire was to turn and run, but he suppressed the urge. "Yeah, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I'm sorta in a hurry. I'm looking for 25 dollars worth of quarters. Do you have ANY that I might get?" Rollins just stood there a moment before saying, let me check. He then closed the door in Ethan's face. Ethan stood there for a couple of minutes, during which time several guys walked by, most with some snarky comment, but Ethan just stared at the door and tried to ignore it, although his body turned redder. In some ways, he didn't understand the embarrassment. He was used to being around other guys in the nude, but that was in the locker room. Somehow standing in the hallway in his too-small jock was just wrong. Finally, the door opened, and Rollins said, "I have 20 dollars worth of quarters. You can have them for 100 dollars." "What, 100 dollars for 20 dollars worth of quarters? That's absurd." Rollins started closing the door, saying, "Okay, if you don't want them." "Okay, okay, 100 dollars then. You're sure you don't have 5 dollars more in quarters??" Even though Rollins had another two rolls, he followed Jacks's request and said no. Ethan handed over the money and took the rolls of quarters. He started to turn away when Rollins said, "What, no, thank you?" "I'm sorry, yes, of course, thank you," Ethan replied as he turned back towards Rollins, only to be met by the flash of the phone in Rollins's hand. "Hey, you can't..." "Well, I need some evidence, or my friends will never believe this." "Please, don't...." Ethan began, but then just shut up. He heard another click of the camera as he turned away. "By the way, jockboy, Quentin in 217 always has some quarters. Might want to try him." "Thanks," could be vaguely heard as Ethan jogged back to the stairwell. Once he entered, he sat his bare ass down on the cold top shelf and took several deep breaths to calm himself. Come on. You are Ethan Winthrop III. You CAN do this. With that, he trudged down the stairs. He decided to proceed directly to the second floor to end this portion of his nightmare. When he reached the door to the second floor, he let out a loud groan as he heard what sounded like a party going on in the hallway. Fortunately, he heard the sounds diminishing, and then a door slam and silence from the hallway. He quickly opened the door, stuck his head out, and saw the empty hallway. He entered the hallway, then ran down and knocked on 217. There was no answer, so he knocked again. After what felt like an eternity, the doorway opened. "Hey, the entertainment is here," someone shouted. "I'm Quentin, and I have been waiting for you." Standing in front of him was a gentleman dressed in a rainbow muscle shirt with a large gay pride button on it and a pair of short shorts. Quentin had a muscular, hairy chest. "Maybe I don't have to go to the club after all." As he said this, Quentin reached out and ran a fingertip down one of Ethan's pecs before circling the tit and lightly squeezing it. Ethan flinched but also felt a stirring in his groin. Ethan just mumbled, "Uhh, Uhh, I'm looking for Quentin." "Well, you found him hot stuff," the guy replied. "What can I do for you?" he said as he tweaked the nipple again. Once more, despite the embarrassment, Ethan felt more stirring in his groin. His tits had always been an erogenous zone. "Oooh," came out of Ethan's mouth before he shook his head and continued. "Rollins said you might have 5 dollars in quarters I could get?" "Quarters? If you shook that fine-looking ass, you could get lots of dollars," Quentin quickly replied. "I just really need quarters," Ethan said, trying to ignore the sounds from the open door and the stirring in his groin. He kept his head down so he didn't have to look Quentin in the eye. "Sure, honey. I can do that." Quentin walked into the room, grabbed an armless chair, turned it around, and then dropped down into it. "I'll even let you have them for nothing -- other than a 2-minute lap dance." Ethan's head shot up. "What?" "Free quarters for a lap dance; otherwise, it'll cost you 200 dollars." "Are you crazy?" Ethan demanded. "Nope, I've just got what you need and want to get my money's worth." Tiring of the entire situation, Ethan opened his wall to find that he only had 150 dollars in cash. "I got 150, and I can give you the other 50 later," Ethan pleaded. "Honey, do I look like a fucking bank?" Ethan's face fell, and he looked like a lost dog. "Aahh, but that face. Tell you what, I'm feeling generous. One hundred fifty dollars, a 45-second lap dance, with my wandering hands, and we'll call it good." Every fiber of Ethan's being just wanted to flee. But he knew it would probably only get worse trying to find the extra money, especially if he had to don his `outdoor outfit." He thought about cheating and combining loads, but his ego wasn't going to let him do that. "Fine," Ethan said as he handed over the 150. He walked into the room and started to close the door. "Leave the door open," Quentin demanded. "But someone might.." Ethan began. "Well, I certainly hope so. But as I'm being generous, I'll allow you to close the door -- for an extra 1 minute on the lap dance. Ethan held his hand on the door momentarily before he released it, leaving it open, and walked toward Quentin. Quentin tossed the money on the desk and patted his lap. Ethan sighed in resignation, went over, and straddled Quentin's lap. He had been to enough strip clubs to know the routine, even if he had never personally partaken of a lap dance. And this was, for sure, the first time he ever gave one. Ethan started gyrating his hips and moving back and forth but avoided sitting on Quentin's lap. "Oh, honey, you have to get closer than that," Question said as he reached out and put his hands around Ethan's upper legs and grabbed each butt cheek in one hand. Simultaneously, he pulled Ethan forward and downward, such that Ethan ended up sitting in Quentin's lap with his jock-covered cock resting against his lower abs. Ethan was startled by the move and just sat there. "It's called a lap dance, not sitting in the lap," Quentin chided. Reluctantly, Ethan began to gyrate his hips. For the next 45 seconds or so, Ethan gyrated while Quentin's hand roamed over Ethan's body, paying particular attention to his nips. Despite himself, Ethan felt his cock hardening. He may have been in a humiliating position, but he was still a healthy 19-year-old with a high sex drive. Just as the forty-five seconds was coming to an end, Ethan heard a voice behind him. "Oh, Quentin, nice job. Any chance of sharing?" Quentin looked up at Ethan, who shook his head from side to side with a horrified look on his face. "Afraid not today. But I'll let you know the next time this fine piece of ass is available." Ethan turned deep red, thinking about being referred to as a simple piece of beef. "Okay, but don't forget," the voice said as it retreated down the hall. Ethan stood from the lap and stepped back. Quentin couldn't help but notice the enlarged cock and the small wet spot on the jock. When Ethan saw Quentin smile, he looked down. When he saw what Quentin saw, he turned a deeper shade of red and just wanted to sink into the floor. Quentin laughed when he saw the expression. Quentin stood up, went to a drawer, and took out a 10-dollar roll of quarters. "The entire roll for another 30 seconds," he said, but Ethan quickly shook his head no. Quentin broke open the roll and slowly counted out 20 quarters, which he held out toward Ethan. Ethan transferred his wallet to the same hand holding the other rolls of quarters and formed a cup. Quentin poured the quarters into his hand, with two falling out and landing on the floor. He looked at Quentin, who said, "Not my problem." Ethan decided to let them go, but he pulled his cupped hand up against his six-pack to prevent any further coins from escaping. He turned and moved out the door as fast as he could. He heard Quentin give a whistle and then laugh. He moved expeditiously to the stairway and climbed up back to his floor. He made it down to his room without being observed and turned the doorknob, which didn't move. He had forgotten to fix the door so it wouldn't automatically lock when he left. "No, no, no, FUCK NO," he screamed. He felt like crying. He realized the level of his voice and turned around, looking at the empty hallway, but fortunately, no one was around, and no doors opened. Resigned to his fate, he walked down to the end room, which belonged to the RA. With both hands full, he resorted to knocking on the door with his forehead. The door opened, and William, the RA, said, "What can I do for you?" immediately followed by, "What the fuck?" Looking down at the floor, Ethan said, "Uhh, well, uhm, I was doing my laundry and locked myself out of my room. Could you let me in?" "Does doing your laundry turn you on?" William asked as he noted the hard cock and the wet spot. "Uumm, well, umm," Ethan stuttered. "Whatever, dude," William said as he grabbed his keys and walked down the hallway. "Here, I thought I had seen everything. Is this some fraternity hazing? You know that shit isn't allowed, don't you?" "It's not, it's not," Ethan mumbled. William unlocked the door and pushed it open. "If you decide to go wandering again, I'm leaving for the evening, so you'll have to go up to the 9th floor and find Joseph to let you in. And I believe he is going to be in a poker game. On second thought, that would be an interesting tale to tell." William turned to leave but couldn't resist giving Ethan a hard swat on one ass check where the previous handprint was almost faded. Considering the overall situation, he figured that Ethan wouldn't report him for inappropriate behavior. He laughed as he continued back to his room. As the door closed, Ethan dropped the wallet and the quarters onto Sam's bed before falling onto his bed, still mortified by his hard-on. He realized that he shouldn't be on the bed per Sam's orders, but he was beyond caring at this point. Ethan remained on the bed for about 15 minutes before he started to regain his composure, and his hard-on had subsided. He looked at the clock and noted it had been almost an hour since he started the first load of laundry. He grabbed some quarters and made sure the door was unlocked. He looked out in the hall to see it was empty, so he exited his room and jogged to the stairway. Once in the stairway, he ran down the steps to the laundry room in the basement. When he arrived, the laundry room was empty, but the washer needed about five more minutes before it was finished. He elected to sit on the folding table to wait out the machine. Just outside the door, Ethan heard, "But that is only true if you are talking about Euclidean geometry. In non-Euclidean geometry, the shortest path between two points doesn't have to be.." before the sentence stopped as "stereotypically" looking nerd walked through the door and stopped. That nerd's mouth dropped open when he saw Ethan sitting there. "Doesn't have to be, what?" the person behind him said. "Doesn't have to be muscular perfection sitting on a laundry table," the first guy finished. "What are you talking about?" his friend asked in confusion until the first guy stepped into the room, allowing Ethan to come into view. "Ooh, I see. Well, you are right. That is one fine piece of sexy beef," his friend said. Ethan's cheeks turned pink with a blush. "Hey, guys. Here to do some laundry?" Ethan murmured. "Oooh and the piece of beef is smart, too," the first guy said with sarcasm. Looking at Ethan, he said, "You didn't use up too many brain cells coming to that conclusion, did you?" "You don't have to be snarky," Ethan snapped. "Sorry, but I'm not used to seeing a himbo sitting nearly naked in front of me and using logic at the same time." Once again, Ethan blushed. He chose to ignore the two guys. The same couldn't be said of them as they openly stared at him as they walked by Ethan to place their laundry into a washing machine. Ethan's machine beeped at that moment, signaling it had finished. Without thinking, Ethan hopped off the table and went over to the machine to transfer the clothes to the dryer. The front-loading washers were in one row, and directly across the aisle were the front-loading dryers. Ethan opened the door of the washer and started removing the wet clothes to transfer them. "Goddamn it," the first guy said, "Would you look at that rock-hard ass sending out an invitation." Hearing this, Ethan realized that he was mooning them and quickly stood up and turned to face the two guys who were staring without any hesitation. Ethan was used to being looked at, but right now, he felt he was being exploited. Not saying a word, he shoved the first handful of clothes into the dryer. He made sure to face the two guys as he transferred the rest of the clothes to the dryer, inserted the quarters, and started the machine. Ignoring the two guys, he walked out of the laundry room and back to the stairway, where he rapidly began his ascent only to realize that the two guys had followed him and were walking up the stairs behind him. The second guy said in a husky voice, "Ooohh, it looks so much better in action. I would like to see it doing another kind of action." "No shit Sherlock," his friend said. Every fiber of his being wanted to turn around and confront the two guys, but he realized this would only make things worse. He was relieved when the two guys exited the stairway shouting at him, "Let us know the next time you are showing off that magnificent ass." Ethan blushed even redder. By the time he reached his room, he was determined to tell Sam and the boys to fuck off. He walked face first into the door in his haste to get into the room, since the door did not open when he turned the doorknob. It was locked. "What the fuck?" he asked as he tried to open the door several more times. Having no success, he turned and walked to the RA's room, hoping William hadn't left yet. He wasn't sure he could handle going to the ninth floor and facing Joseph and his friends. He got lucky, for William walked out just before he reached the door. He just looked at Ethan without saying a word. Ethan tried to avoid William's eyes before saying, "Umm, err, I seemed to have locked myself out again." William just stood there before saying, "And?" "And, could you open the door for me?" "What's the magic word," William said with a straight voice. "What??" Ethan demanded before saying, "Oh, yeah, could you please open the door for me?" William laughed as he walked down and opened the door. "Stupid freshman, muscle heads," before turning and walking away. Ethan quickly entered the room and closed the door behind him. He noticed a piece of paper on his bed, picked it up, and read it. "Should be more careful, Ethan. I came back to pick something up and found you had left the door open. So, I made sure to lock it on my way out. Sam." Ethan scrunched the note up, threw it toward the trash can, and grunted in frustration. Would this night, and this humiliation, never end? He thought as he sat dejectedly on his bed. For questions or comments, you can contact me at [email protected] You wouldn't be reading this without the people and resources that nifty.org provides. If you can spare a bit of money to support it, visit https://donate.nifty.org/

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Date: Tue, 03 Jan 2023 16:14:56 +0000 From: glacierturtle <[email protected]> Subject: Serving the Swim Team - Chapter 9 Apologies for the late chapter! It's been delayed due to work, my exams and lately Christmas. Thank you for all the positive feedback I've received so far. This is my first story, so I'm unsure of what gels with peoples interests/likes/tastes. Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/ Chapter 9 James sleepily made his way into the classroom. Despite his fatigue he made sure to stand upright, no slouching, quietly making his way to his desk. He was exhausted and sleep deprived ever since the night of the swim meet just two nights ago. Since that night he was constantly set to task, juggling his academic obligations with his new responsibilities of either sucking dick, being fucked at any time of the day or even cleaning up after this fellow team mates. His math teacher, Mr Smith, was sat at the front with a seemingly bored, yet somehow neutral expression. His appearance always looked impeccable; his tie, belt and buttons nearly aligned. His shirt and trousers were always neatly, crisply pressed, with clean, shiny shoes. Every student would subconsciously check their own appearance, especially if their shirts were tucked properly and each other before entering his classroom, for fear of incurring the man's wraith. His hairstyle matched his personality; short, clean, no fuss, cropped hair, which had begun to bald at the front, with defined high cheek bones and some facial scars. His facial expressions were something James always found hard to read as he was never sure if the man was happy or sad or angry. If anything he was always unnerved by the man. Rumours about the man often circulated widely amongst the students; the prevailing one reasoning he was previously in the military, injured in combat and his quiet demeanour was to temper his seething rage, ready to erupt at having to tolerate a constant stream of snobby students. The way he spoke was equally meticulous. He never raised his voice, smiled, shouted or praised or admonished any of his students. If anything he didn't have to, a mere glance at an unruly student would be enough to command respect and silence throughout the room. Once James asked to be excused to use the bathroom. Mr Smith stopped his lesson and slowly turned towards James. He coldly stared with sharp, narrow brown eyes that sat behind his horn rimmed glasses at James. The stare felt it could have bore a hole through his soul as he silently stared at him, feeling like an eternity had transpired. James felt stunned, like a deer in headlights, as he slowly lowered his hand and cast his eyes downward. At the end of the lesson he had to run to relieve himself. James cringed as the chair loudly scrapped against the floor, causing all eyes in the class room to focus on its origin, as he pulled it out from the desk. Fearful of attracting more unwanted attention, he hurriedly sat down, causing him to yelp out loudly. Since entering the room he had forgotten what punishment his ass had received the night of the swim meet. Dale went out of his way to make sure James' first time in an orgy as sex slave an infamously memorable experience. He explained to James he needed to be `initiated' properly to earn his place in the swim team. "Mind if I take this dance?" Dale asked Brad with a goofy facial expression. James looked confused as he hurriedly gulped water and patted the sweat away from his face with a towel. He felt like he had only just started his break from being tied down to the bench and being fucked at both ends. He felt like a hurried gazelle at water hole, knowingly surrounded by a pride of hungry lions, with eager eyes and swarms of hard bodies and their equally hard cocks waiting for him to finish so they could pounce. Brad silently eyed the fellow swimmer up and down. Reluctantly he nudged James forward and cautioned Dale, "nothing too rough, remember this is his first time here. The others are going to get pissed if you break their new toy, I don't want to have to take him away from the party like you forced me to with Noah." James eyebrows flicked up, concerned for what happened to his friend. He wondered what exactly Dale did to cause Brad, a guy who was seemingly indifferent to their situation, to remove Noah from use. He knew Noah was naive about what was involved tonight as he'd never been fucked before. He hoped he wasn't injured or too upset. "I think you forget, they're here to serve us. We use them for our pleasure. They were picked as they're nobodies; both here on scholarships - not important. No connections or money. We can do whatever we want." Dale snorted, then continued "you only feel bad for them `cos you were once forced to be a bitch like them because daddy found out you were a fag. Don't make us suffer for your hypocritical attitude. How many times have you fucked them both before anyone else could?" Dale retorted with a smug expression on his face. James watched the pair as he hastily gulped his water, seemingly unable to quench his thirst. For the first time he saw Brad slightly deflated, losing his confidence and cockiness, with his cheeks slowly turning a crimson red. He made eye contact with James and gestured with his head to follow Dale, quickly casting his eyes downwards. James' heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest. His anxiety peaked, knowing he was now left with Dale, wondering what he did to Noah and then imaging the same horror inflicted on himself. Standing still in fear James watched as Dale lifted a thick long strip of leather and approached him with a sneer. He felt the leather wrap around his neck snuggly, with Dale securing the buckles. James wondered why he was being treated like he was a dog, humiliating him further, something he didn't think possible. "There, the collar will make it easier to move you, bitch." Dale continued, roughly pinning James' wrists behind his back and securing them together with a chain connected to his wrist restraints still in place when from he was tied down to the bench. James felt the chain continue up and down his back, snapping onto his collar and attaching to both his legs. Finally, Dale clipped a short chain to his collar and yanked him forward. James nearly tripped forward realising he only make short, hobbled steps. "Come on, princess, let's get you initiated into the team" Dale mocked, as he lead his toy to a different area. James tried hobbling as fast as he could with his captor's rapid pace until he reached an area with a large, bright beaming light in the middle of the room. He was pushed in place with his wrists and ankles being released. He felt some relief in his joints as the constriction eased off, only to be shoved forward with his wrists tied in front of him to hanging chain. His ankles were attached to anchor bolts in the floor. James continued to watch as Dale attached a short chain to his collar to the pole in front of him, forcing him to bend fully forward at the waist. He watched as Dale took from the wall a giant looking bow-tie device, moving out of his view and feeling a tight clamp just above his balls that stretched them backwards, with the ends extended to the backs of both his thighs. He tried turning around to see what new torture Dale was going to put him through, but was prevented from trying to stand upright without feeling like his balls would rip off. James blushed when Dale pulled his erection painfully back and wagged it at the crowd of students jeering, "I think he likes being a little bitch. Should I help warm him up again for everyone?" Dale asked rhetorically to the eager crowd. Judging by the reaction James feared the answer was an affirmative. He felt conflicted, he was sexually excited, but fearful of just how far things would escalate. In the short space of knowing Dale he realised just how sadistic and twisted he was. He had berated him, mocked him; calling him a fag and bitch, double penetrated him the first time he used him without regard for if he wanted to be or not. Now he didn't understand why he was so aroused at the prospect of fear of the unknown and being used as others wished for their pleasure. He watched nervously, painfully forced forward with his back perpendicular to the floor and legs straight, as Dale walked in front of him and deliberately ran his fingers across a wall of intimidating looking implements. He paused over a giant, novelty sized dildo, running his fingers along the shaft of it before picking it up and hefting it around James' face. The large fake penis was rubbed against his face and moved against his closed, tight lips. "Think this would help stretch you out again?" Dale asked with a menacing looking gleam in his eye. James panicked, the dildo looked the same size as his arm and even thicker. He shook his head no. Despite wanting to keep his mouth closed to try and prevent the unrealistically sized fake cock from being shoved into either of his holes, he pleaded, "please no!" Panicked, he forgot about how he was restrained and tried standing up right. Pain shot from his balls across his lower abdomen causing him to yell out and retreat back down. Roars of laughter shot around him, causing his face to turn beet red in addition to his scrunched up, watering eyes, as he tried to block out the pain from his balls. Dale leaned into James ear and whispered, "remember this, I can do whatever I want to you or your fellow faggot friend. You're both here as welfare students. My parents pay for my schooling. You're here for free. Who do you think the school will want to keep if there is trouble?" James wanted nothing more than to tell the brat in front of him to `fuck off', but thought better of it, still reeling in the pain his balls were in. He reluctantly nodded his head, but was shocked when Dale's hand darted out, grabbing his cheeks, forcing his lips to be pursed. "When you reply to your betters answer with `sir'. I'm being generous by helping you practice now for your future jobs serving betters like me" Dale hissed out. "Yes, sir" James replied reluctantly through gritted teeth. He was now quickly realising Brad's way of taking his virginity paled in comparison to his experience so far. Every part of his body ached. His hole felt raw. throbbing from the numerous rough fuckings he'd received. His jaw felt like it would never close again. His neck felt like it had a permanent kink he couldn't relieve. And now he had to endure whatever Dale wanted to do to him. "Are you sure you don't want to get better acquainted with `Mr. Happy'?" Dale asked mockingly to James, tapping the oversized dildo against his ass. "No sir!" James quickly replied. Desperate to placate the sadist in front of him. "The correct answer is, `whatever pleases you, sir'" Dale replied with an arrogant smirk. Through gritted teeth, but also aware the student in-front of him was very likely to follow through with his threat, "whatever...pleases you...sir" James replied defeated. He tried to remained still as every-time he squirmed pain would erupt from his restrained scrotum. "That's better, maybe I'll use something else to help teach you." James watched wide eyed wondering what Dale was going to do next. It crossed his mind that in his cruel mind he may just end up using the giant dildo, or just finding a bigger one, if possible. Dale went to wall with various implements being held by hooks and picked a long thin rod. He swished it around to the delight of the crowd, continuing closer to James so he could hear. Trepidation caused James' balls to shrink. He could feel just how aware how dry his mouth was. His heart felt like it would leap out of his chest. He nervously watched as Dale circled around him slowly, swishing the switch in the air. James knew what was coming but had hoped Dale was again toying with him. The anticipation was making him shake and sweat. He wished the other boy would just get on with it so he knew what was going to happen. Confusion swept across his mind as he began to wonder what was happening as the room fell mostly silent and Dale moved out of eyesight, stopping his swishing. Searing pain erupted across his ass before he even heard the slashing sound cutting through the air. James screamed out, causing his throat to burn coarsely, prematurely ceasing more sound. Worse still, the movement roughly tugged on his balls producing even more pain. He would have doubled over in pain on the ground had he not been restrained. Before even having a chance to recover he again felt another blow land on his ass, causing him once more yell out to the delight of the onlookers. James felt a barrage of swats land on his ass, causing him to struggle against his restraints. Everything felt like it was on fire. His balls felt numb from the pressure his frantic movement caused. His throat was dry and raw. He was determined not beg Dale to stop as he knew he would just continue to do as he pleased. Beads of sweat dropped from his hair and face, making its way into his eyes. The sweat mixed with his hair product, making the stinging even worse for his eyes, obstructing his vision of the wall in front of him and the laughing onlookers on his periphery. He tried to calm his breathing and shake his head as much as he could to remove the sweat and tears. His nose was a-mess with snot. James had lost count of how many times Dale had struck him. He could feel the switch lightly rubbing against his tender ass, every movement reminding him of the recent pain. "Now, I think it would be appropriate for you to thank me, your superior, for helping you learn your place" Dale commanded as his squatted down kneeling in front of James face. "Thank you sir!" James quickly responded, eager for this to stop. He heard laughter from the crowd of boys around him. He hadn't even realised the group had gathered closer for a better view. He felt like he was in an oven surrounded by so much body heat, even though he was naked. "Aww, you're stopping now?" An anonymous voice asked from within the sea of faces. James watched as Dale smirked at him. "See? Everyone likes to use you for their amusement, you not being able to take this like a man and crying like a girl is entertaining, cos' you're a bitch." He continued to look at James and using a small hand towel gently dabbed at his own forehead, before pausing and then roughly wiping James' face. "Thanks" James said sincerely. It was one the few kind gestures Dale had made towards him since joining the team. Prior the two never really interacted except for inane pleasantries. Dale moved his hand to James' cock, brushing his hand along the length of the erect penis. He slowly massaged and stroked along the shaft, gently gliding the foreskin up and down over the glans. James could feel his fingers slightly pinch the engorged head and foreskin to collect precum. Involuntarily he let out a groan of pleasure, immediately regretting it as he saw the look of delight and satisfaction in Dale's arrogant face. James watched as the other student brought his sticky covered fingers up to his mouth and commanded him "suck." He quickly obeyed, even though he didn't particularly care for the taste of cum or precum, but it was a better alternative to being `taught' again. "See, you really do like being a bitch, don't you?" Dale asked as James sucked on his fingers, eager to try and please the boy. "...for somethings" James truthfully replied. He felt exhausted and was not thinking properly. He quickly realised his mistake when he could see any kindness or tenderness from Dale's face evaporate instantly. He felt like the his entire stomach had just fallen down to the ground. "You don't fucking learn do you? For someone apparently smart you must have gotten your free ticket here because they were too sympathetic to you being poor and dumb" Dale hissed. "It's `sir' and it's whatever the fuck pleases me" he continued yelling. James watched fearfully as Dale sprang up and selected a large whip with multiple strands emanating from the end of it, off the wall. He once more felt his heart race and body shake not eager to repeat the thrashing from before. "Maybe this will teach you!" Dale shouted. He watched as Dale tightly gripped the handle and and practiced using the whip in front of James. He heard the ominous swishing sound cut through the air, until suddenly he heard a large shout of anguish in front of him. Laughter erupted around him as James quickly processed that in an effort to try and intimidate James, Dale had whipped himself. He watched as the boy stood stunned, tears in his eyes and multiple red marks across the front of his lower half. James giggled at the sight but quickly bit his lip and tongue in an effort to stop. The others could freely laugh but he could not, as they were not tied down and at risk of facing Dale's wraith. 
 "Fuck it! Show's over, use him however you want" Dale shouted at the crowd, in between obviously trying not to sob between words. Relief filled James mind as he watched his tormenter storm off. James watched as the group of naked students with varying levels of arousal approached him, making a somewhat chaotic looking queue to use him. He recognised Francis, the student who had roughly fucked him due to his inexperience and then shot his load in his mouth, rush to approach him and knelt down near his face. 

"You okay?" Francis asked concerned. "Not really...my ass and balls hurt!" James blurted out, he could feel multiple hands pinch, grab, fondle and slap his tender ass making him wince. Some students would grope his tightly exposed balls, others he could feel their fingers tapping on them causing him more discomfort. "Yeah, that looks painful...but kind of hot..." Francis replied. James could already tell that Francis watching his recent torment and now the others playing with his ass and balls was driving the student into a wild lust. "Oh fuck it" Francis continued. James was surprised when he felt the boys lips against his own. His tongue dashed forward, aggressively darting around his mouth. The kisses were sloppy, wet and    very obvious to James the boy had never kissed anyone before. He thought Francis was going to shove his dick back in his mouth, but was taken aback by the intimate action. "Okay, the taste isn't too bad...the cum that is!" Francis said grinning at James. His eyes wandered from James face to the students slapping and fingering his ass. James wondered what caused the sudden affection, it felt bizarre in a night of pure non-reciprocal pleasure for others. He watched as Francis pursued his lips once more and tilted his head to resume kissing him. This time more gentle and slower. He closed his eyes and kissed him back, enjoying the different non-painful sensation. James suddenly grunted, causing his mouth to open, shouting out in pain in Francis' mouth. He felt the girthiest cock of the night so far suddenly stretch his hole to its limit and continue to delve in one smooth motion until he could feel hairless thighs against his own. The anonymous cock continued to drill him until he bottomed out. The cock slowly withdrew almost completely only to slam back in. Every-time he felt the cock drive back in completely his exposed balls would once more be hit causing him to whimper more. "Fuck, you must be loving that, getting it good?" Francis asked oblivious to the discomfort James was in, continuing to kiss him between grunts. "Not...exactly...it...fucking...hurts" James replied grunting and panting with each thrust that would punish his stretched hole and slam on his tender balls. "Oh...I thought you were enjoying it, I thought you were into this kind of stuff?" Francis replied watching James face. His affect did not match his reply, his expression was a mixture of both pleasure and pain. Looking down Francis was more confused as James' cock was erect and looking ready to erupt, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that connected from the tip halfway down the floor. James unable to move or protect his balls tried blocking out the pain in his mind. Yet, the rough fucking the girthy cock was repeatedly giving him by plunging into him felt like it was slowly scratching an itch that could soon send him into ecstasy. Not even hearing Francis' question James tried focusing on the warm, yet flexibly firm, rigid dick continuously massage his insides, almost bringing him to the brink. Francis realised James was no longer reciprocating the kisses. He watched his face. The same mixture of pleasure and pain; his eyes tightly slammed shut, yet he was making soft `cooing' noises. He watched as his face was rhythmically pushed forward and back from the guy fucking him roughly from behind. He didn't particularly enjoy the thought of cum or sucking dick, but felt bad for James. He was surprised when James admitted he didn't enjoy what was happening, yet he to some degree thought he did enjoy it as his face and cock told a different story. He himself had cum twice tonight, as had countless others, he wasn't even sure if James had. James eyes flung open rapidly. He could feel a warm, wet tongue on the tip of his cock. A firm hand gripped the shaft and slowly slid his foreskin down completely, then moving it back up over the head. The tongue continued to dance and flick around the head and opening. He looked and realised Francis was no longer next to his face, but slowly jerking his cock and extending his tongue out to lick his head. The look on Francis' face alone would normally make him smile. It was clear he had never tried this before, nor was overly keen on doing it, nor enjoying the new taste. He continued to watch transfixed at his cock getting the attention as he desperately wanted to be able to cum. Francis' mouth slowly engulfed his exposed head, sucking quite firmly on it, to the point where it made James' squirm, causing more pain to his balls. His squirming, the fucking and now his cock being sucked caused a horrid dilemma for James; he wanted to be able to orgasm, but that wouldn't happen without pain. The fucking from the top was relentless. He was amazed at both their stamina and being able to last as long as they were. He dismissed the brief thought that it was someone new as the size of the cock was still making his hole stretch to a painful degree. He watched and felt as his cock was vigorously being sucked by Francis. Occasionally he felt teeth and the boy gagging but was appreciating the effort. He felt fingers spread out into his hair, stretching it forcing him to look up. "Suck" a student James had never seen before command him. He opened his mouth and the boy slid the hard cock into his mouth. Somewhat glad for the distraction James swept his tongue around the head and under side, gently applying suction as the student held his head in his hands and slowly worked his cock in and out of his mouth. James was careful to cover his teeth or open his mouth wide at parts when he felt the man fucking him had spouts of suddenly increase the tempo, fucking him faster, harder and with more gusto. He shouted onto the cock in his mouth, muffling his cry, as the thick cock continued its onslaught sending waves of both pain from his tender hole and balls and pleasure to course through his body. Francis continued to try and suck the cock in front of him. He felt some what embarrassed to be doing this in front of others, but nobody seemed to pay him any heed. He felt more inadequate at his lack of experience, not knowing what to do. He tried changing his hand grip and how he moved his tongue, lips and suction but couldn't settle on what to do. He felt and tasted more salty liquid spray across his tongue. The taste wasn't as bad as he was expecting. He figured James must be at least enjoying what he was doing so he continued to firmly grip the hard cock and synchronised his hand with his mouth, moving up and down. He was shocked and instinctively began to swallow when he felt a torrent of warm, odd tasting liquid shoot into his mouth and the back of his throat, stopping temporarily due to surprise, but quickly resumed not wanting to ruin James' orgasm. James felt like he was in sensory overload. His cock, his balls, his hole and his mouth and entire body felt like it was all being stimulated at once. He could no longer hold back from cumming. He wasn't even sure if Francis wanted him to as he told him before he didn't want to taste cum. When he finally tipped beyond the point of no return he felt waves of pleasure cascade through out, sending him on a high he never felt before. The boy in front of him tapped him on the head and continued to shove in and out of his mouth as he had in his moment of bliss stopped sucking the cock. He quickly resumed, somewhat less interested now. He felt the large cock exit his hole only to be replaced by a different one yet again. James lost track of how many times this process was repeated, sucking and being fucked countless times in an awkward, painful position. He felt guilty for both cumming in Francis' mouth and not even thanking him. He had not even noticed him leaving in the sea of hard cocks demanding his attention. As the night wore on and the countless boys unloaded in either of James' holes, he noticed the crowds began to thin out. James watched as the coach approached him. He released his ankles and wrists and removed what he later learnt was called a `humbler' from his balls. James felt stuck in position and felt the coach's thick, strong hands steady him upright. He felt one hand on the lower end of his back steadying him and the other slowly massaging up and down his arms and torso. "Short break, here drink some water then you're back at it" he heard the coach remark as he greedily guzzled the water down. He stumbled as he was lead by the chain connected to his collar held in the coaches hand towards a different section of the large room. Before him the other men the coach's age sat in old, dilapidated, broken, mismatched chairs. Most sat smoking cigars. All the men were dressed. Some in more formal business attire, others in sporting clothing, one wearing short shorts that left nothing to the imagination. A few were slowly stroking their exposed hard penises, others had a very obvious bulge in their pants that they were trying unsuccessfully to hide. Most had alcohol in hand, with either bottles of beer or glasses of whisky. Despite everything that he had already gone through in a full audience he felt embarrassed. He was naked, being lead around like a dog on a leash and was covered in cum, which he could feel leaking from his hole, down his legs and smeared across his face. "This is our new, very talented and motivated whore everyone. Whore, these are men" the coach said `introducing' James to the other men. He felt even more humiliated and demeaned. "Shame the boys go first, but I think it's always good for morale. Plus they're easier to deal with once they've had their fill" the coach continued. "I don't think you need the leash, just grab onto the whore's hard dick and lead him, you'll have to get him to lick your hand clean afterwards from all the leak though" one man said, met with sneers by the other men. James blushed and peered at him; he was sitting down, had a short cut, shaved head, with a large bushy beard. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing a hairy chest and abdomen. His trousers were unbuttoned, with the fly down, exposing his hard, cut cock, with pre-cum glistening in the light of the dimly lit room. James was roughly shoved forward by the coach, almost landing in the man's lap. "Whore, I'm Eric. How's your night been so far?" The gruff man asked James. James did not know what the man wanted in response. His ass and balls still ached like a son of a bitch. He did not want another, older form of Dale. "Um...good sir" he eventually settled on. He felt his weight being lifted and adjusted until his back was against the hairy man's chest. He winced when he felt his ass land on the mans thighs. He could feel and smell the man's alcohol soaked breath on his neck and ears as he was firmly nuzzled against the man. "It certainly seems like you've enjoyed it, you dirty whore" the man replied chuckling as his thick callused finger rubbed against James' face, chest and abdomen. "My, my, my, how much fucking cum have you been fed. You're so messy, getting it everywhere. Swallow next time, or tighten your ass more" the man said as his fat finger roughly shoved up James' ass, eliciting a loud squeak from him. James felt the man continue to finger him. His back was was pressed tightly against his chest being tickled by the rough firm hair from his torso across his back, with his other arm tightly held him down across his chest. He looked down and watched his own hard cock leaking like a faucet. He was amazed at despite already cumming twice tonight just how turned on he was. His weight shifted once more as he felt his body being lifted effortlessly in the air. Watching, he looked down and realised the man was lining up his cock to his ass. James braced himself and tried to relax his hole as he felt yet another dick penetrate his ass, sliding all the way down to the hilt. He breathed in quickly in discomfort as his beaten ass cheeks were pressed down on the mans thighs. The sudden invasion of his tender, abused hole only added to his pain. He sat facing forward in Eric's lap as he was repeatedly lifted up and down on the cock. He felt exhausted and drained of any energy. As a result he was somewhat thankful the older man was doing all the work. He felt like he was just a sex toy; a masturbatory device for the man to use as he pleased purely for himself, as he was lifted up and down again and again, with his knees held together by his hands tightly. He could feel the man continuing to talk in his ear calling him every degrading name he could think of. He felt his face being twisted roughly to the side and wet lips against his own, forcefully parted open by the mans aggressive tongue taking control his mouth. James wanted to giggle and squirm as the facial hair tickled his face relentlessly. James was snapped back to reality when he saw Dale silently walk into the classroom dressed immaculately in his school uniform. His demeanour wasn't what he was expecting; he acted like he didn't know James, nor even acknowledge him. Panic began to set in wondering if he would do anything in Mr Smith's classroom. Seeing Dale reminded him of the reason his ass cheeks were so tender. He shifted in the chair trying to ease some of the pressure on them only to make it worse. James calmed his breathing and tried to focus on the lesson, mindful of incurring Mr Smith's ire. James caught out of the corner of his eye Dale's hand slowly snaking out from his left. He tried to make eye contact to warn him to stop. James naively thought Dale would adhere to the team rules; he and Noah could be used anytime outside of class not inside. He tried to grip Dale's hand to make him stop, but was easily overpowered. He watched in horror as Dale's right hand continued to grope the front of his crotch whilst silently looking forward, pretending to listen to the lesson. Despite his immense loathing of Dale, the ministrations to his penis was rapidly making him erect. Being used sexually multiple times a day without relief himself left James in a perpetual state of arousal. James was no longer allowed to wear regular briefs, instead he was made to wear jockstraps. He was wearing an old, small, tight fitting jockstrap that the team insisted he wear going forward, incase they wanted quick access for a fucking. The pouch had small holes that his erection was pushing against, which he could feel it tearing against until his cock was poking through, with his glans rubbing against the inner trouser material. Dale continued to gently rub and stroke up and down his cock. A small tent peaked up in James' thin material trousers. He continued to watch horrified as Dale through the pants rolled his foreskin up and down, his hand not even budging despite his best efforts to move it away. James was mortified when he looked down and realised he was leaking and staining the trousers. Futilely, James once again tried pushing the hand away and telling Dale no, only to be ignored. He heard and felt his belt being undone. Then slowly the button and zipper being slid down. James harshly whispered at Dale, "fucking stop!" He felt cool air on his exposed penis, as Dale's hand worked to slid the waistband down and the trousers further down his thighs, despite James' struggle to keep them on. James suddenly felt searing pain through his left ass cheek and yelled out, "ow! Fucking hell!" James did not need a mirror to know his face was completely red. It felt warm and flushed, like he was sitting next to a volcano, radiating its immense heat. Suddenly the classroom fell silent as all eyes turned to James. He watched terrified as Mr Smith slowly turned and faced James, glaring at him. For once James did not have trouble reading the mans facial expression. It looked like he was seething; tittering on the edge of lashing out, focusing his fury against James. "Come to the front of the class" Mr Smith slowly spoke, menacingly enunciating every word. "But...I..." James frantically tried and failed to think of a reason why he couldn't. For the first time he could see a small smile creep across Dale's face as he eyes slightly made contact with his own, as if to say he had won. James worried about being exposed, but also worried about fear of complying reluctantly stood up. His trousers and belt loudly fell to his ankles, the metal from the buckle loudly hitting the desk and chair on its descend. Audible gasps and laughter erupted around the room as his shirt failed to cover his profusely leaking erection, sticking out of his worn down jockstrap. Annoyingly his cock was still rigid and only mildly starting to soften. He hung his head down in shame and slowly trudged to the front of class before Mr Smith. The older man glared at James, his eyes darting to his cock and then back up to his face. "Stand facing the rest of the class and do not utter one word for the rest of my lesson" Mr Smith coldly replied to James.

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Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2023 12:33:39 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: The Contract chapter 1 The Contract Ethan Marshall Winthrop III climbed out of the pool. "You lose again Van Saint. You should just give up and stay in your lane -- as a fucking loser." Parker Van Saint replied "Fuck you, asshole. You were just lucky." Ethan just laughed, reached down and grabbed his cock and balls through his speedos, "You haven't got what it takes to fuck me. But if you ever want to know what a real man feels like, just let me know." He turned and strutted back to the locker room. Parker Van Saint slammed his hand down on the surface of the pool, splashing water with a loud slap. "Goddamn it" he screamed. Once again he had been bested by Ethan � the story of his life. He and Ethan had known each other after meeting in first grade at their very expensive and exclusive private school. And, in all their endeavors, Parker always ended up second best, no matter how hard he tried. To say that the two men disliked each other would be an understatement. Parker hated Ethan and took every opportunity he could to try and embarrass and humiliate him. Ethan for his part, thought that Parker was an asshole and returned his dislike. Because both were from families in the upper crust of society, they were always having to be seen at the same events and affairs. But no matter how hard he tried, Parker could never seem to best Ethan at any athletic event or even with developing friends and getting girls. Ethan somehow always managed to come out on top. Parker heaved himself out of the pool. He was wearing a navy speedo which did accent his cock and balls as the speedos were a little too small. That was the one area where the two men were about equal, at least when soft. Unknown to Parker, Ethan's soft 6-inch cock only grew to about 7inches when stimulated. Parker's, on the other hand, grew to 8 inches long and very thick around hanging over his pendulous balls. It was the one area where Parker could win, but they had not seen each other naked and hard or heard anything to the difference. He headed toward the locker room. As Ethan was changing he looked in the full-length mirror and smiled at what he saw. What he saw was a man with a classically handsome face, dark black hair and a chiseled body. He made many people swoon. He stood 6'1" and weighed 230 pounds, all muscles and cut. He had dark hair on his chest which dwindled to a treasure tail and down into his crotch. He had a 6" cock when soft and 7" long when hard. He had a pair of low hanging balls. "Looking good stud", he replied as he dressed and exited the locker room. As he passed Van Saint in the hallway he threw his hand out and slapped him in the nuts. "Later loser". "Fuck off," Parker yelled as he cupped his nuts. He then entered the locker room to change. He stood 6 feet tall and weighed in at 220 pounds. He was muscular but not nearly as cut at Ethan. Not because of lack of trying, but just one other area where he wasn't quite up to Ethan. Where Ethan had dark hair, Parker was blonde. As such his body hair was not as noticeable unless he had a deep summer tan. ***** Ethan Marshall Winthrop III stepped out of the shower and toweled off. He realized that he was running late to see his lawyer and he had to hurry to get dressed. As he did so, he thought back to the beginning of the academic year. It was almost nine months ago that he walked into his freshman dorm room. As was the family custom, he was staying in one of the original dorms and not in the newer modern "has every convenience" dorms. This custom was to show the "lesser" classes", most on scholarships, that he was not "above" them. A lie that everyone knew. It was an "old fashion" dorm in which each room had a sink, but the toilet and showers were down the hall. The roommates slept on pull out beds that left little room for walking. He walked in as an alpha jock used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it. He didn't take no for an answer. He was surprised, disappointed, and disgusted when he realized that his roommate, Sam Jones was just the opposite. He stood 5'3" tall, weighed 115 pounds, and looked like the typical nerd. He almost shrank upon meeting Ethan. To Ethan, the only upside was that he wasn't going to have any problems with his roommate. The other upside was that Parker was in a different dorm. Ethan had dressed this morning in a silk polo shirt, sports coat, and khaki pants that had cost $500.00 dollars alone. He walked into the building, which sat on Billionaire's row in the financial district, for his appointment with the lawyer. The offices of Princeton, Preston, Payne and associates, also informally known as the Pees, sat on the 30th floor and had a 360-degree view of the surrounding buildings and lake. Ethan walked over to a private elevator, inserted the code he had been texted that morning. The elevator opened immediately and he walked in. The walls were burnished brass, a very expensive painting of the lake hung on one wall and the carpet was plush and rich. Ethan had no need to push any buttons as the elevator only made two stops � the lobby and the penthouse. When the elevator opened, he stepped out into a private vestibule made of marble and very expensive furnishings. He was met by a tanned young man with penetrating blue eyes and black hair. He was extremely handsome. He was wearing a tuxedo. "Good morning, Mr. Winthrop. Mr. Preston is just finishing with a client and will be with you in one moment. In the meantime, can I get you a glass of champagne or something else to drink?" "No thank you Todd, I am fine." As they were talking, Todd was escorting him through a private door and into the interior of the offices. He was taken down a short hallway and then entered into a waiting room with a gorgeous view of the lake. He sat on a chair worth more than most people's car. "He will be ready in just a moment and I will come out to get you, Sir." "Thank you, Todd, and I keep telling you that you don't have to call me Sir." "Mr. Preston would not approve, Sir." Ethan knew that was going to be Todd's response, but loved to taunt him. He would never allow Todd to call him anything but sir. Ethan just laughed and said, "I'm sure he wouldn't." Less than a minute later Todd appeared and said, "Mr. Preston will see you now, Sir." He was then escorted into the inner office which screamed expensive. The office, like the waiting room, had a magnificent view of the lake from the wall of windows. "Ethan, how good to see you," Emerson Preston said as he stood from his chair. He was dressed in a silk shirt, silk tie and a bespoke suit that Ethan guessed cost 5-6 thousand dollars. He was only in his early thirty's but had already risen to the level of named partner. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" he asked as he shook Ethan's hand. "I need you to review a contract for me, but first I have a question for you?" Todd replied as he sat in the upholstered guest chair. "And what would that be?" "How would you respond if you felt that the contract was not fair to me, on general terms, but I indicated that I was aware of that and wanted the contract to be executed and enforced anyway." "Well, I would have to read the contract and then discuss it with you. If I found that it was not in your best interest, I would indicate that, but you are an adult and can sign what you wish. I would, of course, ask for a release from you so that you couldn't later place blame on me or the firm if things went south." Ethan placed a manila folder on the desk and did it over. "Perfect. I would like you to review this contract and make suggestions for it. Once you start reading it, you will understand my question. But make no doubts about it, I want this contract to be executed and if you aren't willing to do so, I will find someone else. But I trust you to do the right thing." "Now you have me intrigued and that isn't something that usually happens." "Correct things that aren't correct. Also, anything that you feel should be added to improve the contract, add it. And that means even new terms if needed." "I will get on it right away." "Thank you, Mr. Preston," Ethan said as he stood. Emerson got a slightly confused look on his face as Ethan usually referred to him by his first name. Todd appeared as if by magic and escorted Ethan back to the elevator. In the waiting room, Ethan passed Parker Van Saint, his greatest rival who always came in second best. "Van Saint. I see you are once again waiting for your betters to get done so you can get your turn," Ethan crowed. "Fuck you, Winthrop. The only thing you are better at than me at is being an asshole." Ethan just laughed. "Hey, well let's see. I was the starting quarterback, I was the valedictorian, I got the head cheerleader, I beat your ass at swimming yesterday, which is supposed to be your specialty, etc., etc. And you got second pickings every other time as well. " Ethan then walked into the elevator. When Todd turned to escort Parker into the office, the look Parker was giving to the closing elevator could only be described as one of pure hate and malevolence. Once the doors opened into the lobby, Ethan exited the building. He had massive butterflies in his stomach and, for a brief moment, some concern about if he had done the right thing. But then he re-assured himself that he had. Mr. Preston had read only a few lines before his eyebrows went up and he whistled a low whistle. "Ethan my boy. Who would have suspected it? And I'm sure that I will have some good suggestions to make to improve it." He then reached down and adjusted his hardening cock. He might just have to take Todd out to lunch today after all. The Contract (additions suggested by Mr. Preston appears in italics, deletions as strike throughs) This is an apartment condominium sharing agreement entered to on this date between Marc James (hereafter known as Master Marc or Master M), Samuel Jones (hereafter known as Master Sam or Master S), Brad Jensen (hereafter known as Master Brad or Master B), and Ethan Marshall Winthrop III (hereafter known as Loser). Master M, Master S and Master B may be referenced as the "Master Js" for purposes of this contract. When addressed in this fashion, it may refer to all 3 of the Masters or may refer to them individually as indicated. In cases of any ambiguity, the text will be interpreted against Loser. Loser agrees that failure to perform any requirement of this agreement shall result in the issuance of a demerit in addition to any other actions that may be taken to insure his compliance. It is agreed that a 3-bedroom apartment condominium shall be shared among the signees of this agreement under the following terms: Financial It is agreed that Loser shall be 100% responsible for the following items: Rent Loser shall be responsible for purchasing a 3-bedroom condominium. Each bedroom shall be a master bedroom. Such purchase shall be in cash. The condominium shall be titled in equal shares in the name of Marc James, Samuel Jones, and Brad Jensen. Each of the Master Js shall receive a budget of $20,000 to decorate their bedrooms. The Master Js shall receive $60,00 for the furnishing of the living room, dining room, den, and outdoor space. Any money budgeted but not used shall remain with the Master Js. Loser shall be responsible for arranging delivery and set up of any items purchased. Condominium maintenance fees, HOA fees and special assessments shall be covered by Loser. Utilities: Utilities will be defined to cover the following: Electric, water, garbage, maintenance, gas, Telephone. As there will not be a dedicated landline, it is agreed that Loser will provide each of the 4 signees a telephone of their choice which is fully paid for by him. Contractually, they will have unlimited talk, text and data. Loser agrees that each phone can be updated, at his expense, whenever a newer version is released. Loser shall require the approval of two of the Master Js to update his phone. If any of the signees elect NOT to update their phone, Loser will pay the full retail value of that phone to that individual except for Loser who is entitled to no compensation. Loser also agrees that any of the Master Js may access his phone at any time and for any reason. Any content that is placed on Loser's phone is subject to the approval of the Master Js. Any unauthorized content on Loser's phone, shall be removed and a demerit shall be issued. Loser shall have no right of privacy on his phone. Television Loser agrees to provide high speed internet TV to include all free apps available. Loser agrees to provide ALL premium movie channels including (but not limited to) HBO, STARZ, SHOWTIME, CINEMAX. Loser agrees to provide all available sports packages. Loser agrees to provide all streaming services to include (but not limited to) NETFLIX, AMAZON PRIME, ESPN+, DISNEY +, HBO MAX, DISCOVER +, ROKU. The Master Js have the unlimited right to request additional channels as desired. Loser agrees that the Master Js are entitled to 10 30 paid on demand events, each and every month. Unused on demand will roll over to the next month. Loser agrees to provide a high definition, 60" smart TV for each bedroom and the living room each containing start of the art surround sound and blutooth capabilities. If there is a separate kitchen, he will provide an appropriately sized TV for that room. Loser agrees to provide an appropriate TV for the outdoor area. Loser agrees that he has access to the TV ONLY with the permission of one of the Master Js or for any required classwork. Electronics Loser agrees to provide a stereo system for each bedroom and the living room that is high fidelity and Bluetooth enabled. This shall also include the outdoor area. Loser agrees to provide each Master J with a high-quality noise canceling headphone of their choice as well as a pair of ipods. Both must be Bluetooth enabled. Loser agrees to supply each Master J with an entertainment console of his choice. In the event of damage to any of the electronics covered by this agreement, Loser shall be solely responsible for repair or replacement as determined by the Master Js. Loser agrees to purchase any other entertainment electronics that the Master Js either singularly or together demand. Loser agrees to furnish each Master J with a state of the art, top line laptop computer as well as the latest Ipad. Loser agrees to furnish each Master J with a state of the art, top line, desktop gaming system along with all the necessary accessories. Loser agrees that each Master J can spend $2000.00 a month on games. Any accessories necessary for the purchased game will be paid for by loser. Loser agrees to periodic updates to the above-mentioned laptops and gaming computer at the Master Js discretion. Loser agrees to be responsible for any fees for gaming services. Groceries Loser shall be responsible for all food purchases as directed by the Master Js. Loser shall be responsible for providing alcohol as demanded. Loser has no rights to purchase food for himself that has not been approved. For all ordered food, Loser is responsible for appropriate tips; tips must be at least 100% of cost of food plus delivery and must be given in cash at time of delivery. Loser shall reimburse the Master Js for any expenditures for food. Incidental Expenses Loser agrees to pay each Master J $250.00 $500.00 a week to cover other expenses Loser agrees that Master Js have to approve all spending not covered by this agreement. Master Js agree that mandatory spending will be approved automatically. Mandatory spending is that required by pre-existing contract, law, necessity or spending for the benefit of family that Loser is already obligated to. Discretionary spending is only with the agreement of all the Master Js. Loser will be given a debit card with a $50.00 limit each week for any of his personal non-essential spending. This debit card spending does not require Master Js approval. The balance of the debit card will be reset to $50.00 each Monday. There will be no carry over for unspent funds, however, every $5.00 left unspent will result in the removal of 1 demerit. There will not be rounding of money (i.e., 4.99 does not result in removal of a demerit). Any gift to family over the value of $20.00 is subject to Master Js approval. Gifts to non-family members must have Master Js approval regardless of amount. Master Js cannot obligate Loser to any obligation not covered by this agreement without the consent of Loser and the approval of Loser's Lawyer. Loser shall not withhold consent without valid reason. Master Js shall have access to all financial information of Loser, but may not access any of his accounts. Master Js may not unreasonably restrict Loser's access to his lawyer, or financial advisors. Such communications shall be private between Loser and the lawyer or financial advisors. Transportation Loser agrees to be responsible for all transportation needs for the Master Js. Loser has elected to fulfill this requirement by the purchase of 3 fully loaded BMW roadsters Lamborghinis or equivalent car at Master Js request. Loser agrees to purchase each car outright and register it in the legal name of Master B, Master S and Master M. Loser shall be responsible for all costs associated with the vehicles including (but not limited to) insurance, routine maintenance, special maintenance, detailing, and private garage space. Loser shall be personally responsible for detailing and cleaning the cars. This activity CANNOT be outsourced without approval of car owner. In the event that detailing is outsourced, Loser shall pay a convenience fee of $500.00 to owner. Loser shall also have available a Lincoln town car in the event the Master Js wish to be chauffeured. Loser shall be responsible for all chauffer duties. Loser agrees to be available 24/7 for chauffer duties. If unavailable, Loser shall be responsible for arranging appropriate cover and pay a $500.00 inconvenience fee to the Master Js. Loser agrees to purchase a cheap car at least 15 years old for his personal use. Loser agrees that he must have a Master Js permission to drive his car but Loser agrees that he is not allowed to drive his car to or on campus. Living arrangements Master M, Master S and Master B will each have a full bedroom and bathroom to themselves. Loser, when not otherwise directed, shall sleep on the floor of a closet The Master Js may dress as they see fit. Loser agrees to pay each Master J $1000.00 a month in cash as a clothes allowance. In addition, Loser agrees to pay each Master J $5000.00 in cash on December 1 as an additional clothing allowance. This is in addition to the weekly miscellaneous fee payment. Loser agrees to be completely naked at all times within the apartment. He will strip and/or dress in the hallway before entering or after exiting the apartment. Loser agrees that regardless of visitors, deliveries or other individuals being in the apartment, Loser SHALL be naked. This also includes all family members. Loser agrees that the Master Js shall have total control of his wardrobe when out of the apartment. Loser agrees that once he moves into the apartment condominium, he will donate any unnecessary clothes to goodwill. Necessity shall be determined by any of the Master Js. Loser shall at all times make sure that the Master Js have the appropriate needs for entertaining. Loser agrees that he is solely responsible for the upkeep of the apartment. This is to include: dusting, cleaning, floor scrubbing, dishes, and other measures as determined by the Master Js. Loser agrees that he will be solely responsible for laundry for all occupants in the apartment condominium (including guests). So as to not inconvenience the Master Js all laundry will be done out of the condominium proper. If available, it may be done on condominium property. If not it will be done at a commercial laundromat. While performing laundry duties, Loser shall be dressed in a hot pink speedo or jock strap which is at least one size too small. Loser agrees that he will prioritize laundry to the Master Js. He MAY NOT at any time, do his laundry with or at the same time as the Master Js. Loser agrees that he is responsible for preparing and serving all meals as directed. Campus activities Loser agrees that for the first summer semester after the signing of this contract, he will not take any classes as he adjusts to his duties. Loser agrees that beginning with the fall semester he will take a full-time load of classes Loser agrees that the Mater Js must approve his class selection and schedule. Loser agrees that when not in class he will be home and available for the Master Js. Master Js agree not to actively interfere with Loser's educational activities Loser must supply a weekly request for time for educational activities. All non-mandatory time shall be at the Master Js discretion. Master Js agree to allow appropriate study time for Loser. Loser agrees that Master Js may determine the conditions of his study time. Loser agrees that he will spend a minimum of 2 hours a day, three days a week in the gym to maintain his level of fitness. Loser agrees that on arrival to the locker room he will spend 5 minutes before and 10 minutes after his exercise naked in the locker room. He will move around so that others may see him. Loser agrees that the Master Js shall choose his workout outfits. In the event that the Master Js lose their scholarships, Loser agrees to replace those dollar for dollar with the stipulation that the Master Js must graduate within six years of starting to receive scholarships from Loser. This clause applies only to undergraduate education. This clause also survives the end of this contract. Appearance Loser agrees to maintain his physical appearance as determined by the Master Js. Loser agrees to shave all hair from his body from the neck down. Loser agrees to maintain a Mohawk at all times. It will be dyed as the Master Js decide Loser give permission to be pierced as the Master Js determine. Loser maintain the right to reject any tattoo proposed by the Master Js. Each rejection shall cost him $500. The Master Js agree not to suggest the same tattoo more than once every 6 months. Master Js may suggest one tattoo a month each. Under NO CIRCUMSTANCES may tattoos be applied to the neck or face. Loser agrees to dress as directed by the Master Js. Social Interactions Loser agrees that the Master Js control all his social interactions even with family members. Master Js cannot restrict Loser's access to his lawyer, financial advisors or physicians. Loser agrees to turn control of all his social media accounts over to the Master Js. Master Js determine what content shall be posted to his social media. Loser shall be responsible for any consequences or penalties related to the posting of said materials. Loser agrees to sign over the copyrights to all photos, videos, audio and other recordings of himself to the Master Js. This includes items made previous to this agreement as well. Any money made from these media are the sole property of the Master Js. Loser agrees to be responsible for any costs associated with making or developing said media. Loser agrees that he will ALWAYS address his roommates as Master M, Master S and Master B regardless of time, location, or other people present unless directed otherwise by the Master Js. This includes family members. Loser agrees that he will address ALL males as Mr. and their last name or sir. This includes family members. He may never address a male by his first name or his last name unless Mr. is appended before it. In the event that loser is unaware of a male's last name, he will initially refer to him as sir. It is then loser's responsibility to inquire of that male's last name so that he may properly address him. Loser agrees that speaking with females is prohibited. If he must speak with a female during the day, he is REQUIRED to self-report this transgression to the Master Js. He understands that this will result in a demerit. Loser agrees that he has no rights to communicate to any other person including family members. Master Js agree to allow reasonable communication with family members at a time and location of their convenience. Master Js agree to allow communication with his lawyers, financial advisors, and physicians at times convenient for them. The Master Js may allow Loser interactions with others at their discretion. Loser agrees that he is not ENTITLED to sexual activity except at the Master Js discretion. Loser agrees to wear a chastity device at all times. Control of said chastity devices will always reside with the Master Js. Master Js may not unreasonably endanger the health of Loser. Conflicts The signers of this document agree that in the event that conflicts cannot be resolved between the parties, then the area of conflict shall be committed to arbitration. Any ambiguity in this contract should be decided against Loser. In the event the disagreement is between the Master Js, the two opposing views will select an arbitrator each and those two arbitrators will select a third arbitrator. In the event the disagreement is between loser and one or more of the Master Js, then the Loser shall select one arbitrator and the Master Js shall select one arbitrator. The two selected arbitrators will select a third arbitrator. The ruling of the arbitrators shall be by majority vote. Each party agrees that no recourse from the arbitrator's decision is available. Loser agrees to be responsible for all cost of arbitration in which he is involved. Each arbitrator is entitled to a minimum fee of $1,000.00 dollars. Fees to be determined by Master Js after each arbitration. The cost of arbitration between Master Js shall be their responsibility the responsibility of Loser. The cost of each arbitrator will be determined on a case-by-case basis with a minimal fee of $1,000 per arbitrator, and a minimum cost of $1000,000 per arbitration. The Master Js, in consultation with the arbitrators, shall designate an appropriate fee based on the time and complexity of the arbitration. In the event that the arbitrators determine that said arbitration was unnecessary or frivolous, they may impose a fine as they determine appropriate. Said fine shall be paid for by Loser. Cost of arbitration, except for arbitrators fees, shall be donated to a cause that is opposed to the interests of the Marshall family. In the case of a breach of this contract, said breach shall be admitted to arbitration for resolution. Loser chooses, at this time, to appoint Parker Van Saint as his permanent arbitrator. Loser reserves the right to change this appointment ONLY at the time of this agreement's renewal. Length of Contract and Renewal The initial term of this contract shall be one year. During the final month of the contract, it can be renewed, on an annual basis, at the request of any of the Master Js. In the event not all Master Js wish to renew, the renewed contract shall apply only to the Master J(s) requesting renewal. Loser automatically requests renewal of contract on a yearly basis. Loser can buy out of the contract at the cost of $2,000,000 dollars per Master J. Loser may buy out one, two or three of the Master Js. In the event Loser buys out of the contract, he is responsible for all financial obligations under this contract until such time as the Master Js have the buyout fee in their account. Loser shall be responsible for all obligations until the end of the month in which he buys out. Loser is responsible for all incurred but uncharged debts. If a Master J elects not to renew, he will be entitled to a payment from Loser in the amount of $500,000 to be paid in full within 2 days of the Master Js non-renewal. Amendments to the renewed contract, must be agreed to between the Master Js and Loser. In the event that an agreement cannot be arranged the amendment is deemed not effective. Responsibilities of the Parties The Master Js agree that no permanent or major damage shall occur to loser. Major damage does not include routine piercings (unless they cause unintended damage to a body part) Major damage does not include any agreed upon tattoos. Loser agrees to be responsible for obtaining any needed services to affect the terms of this agreement. Loser agrees to pay for Master Js lawyers to review this agreement. Each Master may have a unique lawyer. While Loser is responsible for paying the lawyers, the lawyers will be representing the best interest of the Master Js. Loser is responsible for all his lawyers' fees. Amendments to this contract must be in writing and agreed to by both parties in the presence of Losers attorney. Loser agrees that his lawyer may take any actions necessary to effectuate the terms of this contract. Demerits Loser agrees that he will be issued demerits for failure to perform any duties satisfactorily Loser is entitled to an explanation of the reason for the demerit. Loser may challenge a demerit. Such challenge shall initially be made to all three Masters Further challenges can be made via arbitration Loser agrees that if he loses a challenge, the demerits issued will be doubled. Loser agrees that he must self report any violation of this agreement within 12 hours of such beach. Failure to self report shall result in doubling of the demerit. Upon the accumulation of 10 demerits, Loser shall be subjected to punishment as determined by the Master Js. Punishments may include; Loss of privileges Corporal punishment Other punishments as agreed to by the Master Js Loser has no right to object to any punishment A chosen punishment may not conflict with another section of this agreement, unless Loser agrees to wave such conflict. Such waiver shall be in writing and shall be witnessed by a neutral party and by Loser's attorney. Any punishment may be administered publicly or privately. This written instrument shall construe the entire agreement between the parties. Any changes or additions must be in writing and witnessed in the presence of Losers attorney. This contract shall commence in full on June 1 at which time the accommodations and transportation shall begin as described in the contract. The duties and obligation of Loser shall commence at 12:01 am on June 1. In the event any part of this contract is found to be illegal or not enforceable, said part shall be severed and all other parts of the contract shall remain in force. For any legal action under this contract, Loser shall be responsible for all legal fees (including lawyers). Mr. Preston realized that there was a problem with the contract so he drew up a separate agreement to supplement the contract, as well as some other papers. Ethan Marshall Winthrop III, agrees that on May 1 he will begin to effectuate the purpose of the referenced contract by: Being responsible for the packing and transporting of Master Js possessions to the new condominium. Arranging for the final bills of the Master Js to be presented to them. Any other activities that need to be done to effectuate the contract on its start time and date. Agreeing to any reasonable requests from the Master Js. Mr. Preston also drew up a release of liability form to relieve him from any issues relating to helping to implement this contract. He drew up a release such that he could discuss the contract and any of its terms with the Master Js with the knowledge of Ethan. The final paper he drew up would be a surprise for Ethan. One week later. "Hello, this is Ethan." "Hi Ethan, this Mr. Preston. I have finished reviewing the contract and would like to review it with you." "Su..Sure. Any major problems?" "Nah, some minor adjustments and some suggested new terms, which I think you agree improves the contract and its purpose." "Okay, when would you like to meet?" "I can set it up for anytime. However, I would also like to invite Mr. James, Mr. Jones and Mr. Jenson to the meeting. That way we can eliminate some of the back and forth if we are all there together." Ethan paused as he considered this. He knew that if he agreed, the new relationship would be on its way. He also knew it would be somewhat embarrassing for him. "You there Ethan?" "Oh, sorry Mr. Preston, just doing some thinking but yes that will fine. Do you want me to invite them??" "Yes. Let's meet tomorrow at 1:00 at the office." "Yeah, I'll, I mean we'll see you there." The following day the four entered the building. Marc, Sam and Brad, casually dressed, were amazed at the building as they had never seen anything so opulent. They were somewhat intimidated by it. Ethan had chosen to wear some of his most expensive clothes. His appearance screamed "In Command." When they walked into the elevator, the guard noticed that Ethan entered last behind his guests. When the elevator opened on the top floor, Todd was waiting to meet them. "Welcome Mr. Jones, Mr. James and Mr. Jenson to the offices of Princeton, Preston, Payne and associates. I am Todd Roberts and I will be taking you to Mr. Preston. While you are here if there is anything I can do for you, please let me know. Hello Ethan." Ethan instantly noticed the change in attitude from Todd as he wasn't as subservient as usual, but didn't have time to say anything as they were immediately taken to Mr. Preston's office. As Todd opened the door, he announced "Mr. Preston, here are Mr. Jones, Mr. James, Mr. Jenson and Ethan to discuss the contract." Mr. Preston walked across the office to greet them. As he did so he noticed the contrast between Ethan and the other three. They couldn't be more different in the clothes they wore, their demeanor and their attitude. The tallest of the three was only 5'6" tall and weighed at most 140. While they were short, they did appear to be in shape. Two looked like skaters and one looked like a typical nerd. "Welcome Gentlemen. I am Emerson Preston, please call me Emerson. It is a pleasure to meet you." He shook hands with each of the three. He ignored Ethan. "Let's go over here and get comfortable." He led the group over to a sitting area where there were four plush overstuffed chairs and one rigid back, cheap waiting room chair. He directed Ethan to the rigid backed chair, and the other three into the plush chairs. Ethan had immediately noted the change in atmosphere from Todd and was now seeing in from Mr. Preston. He felt his cock starting to engorge as he sat down. "Gentleman, can Todd get you champagne or something to drink." Sam spoke up, "Do you have any beer?" "Of course. We have a very nice craft beer that is specially made for our clients that I think you would like." Mr. Preston then nodded at Todd. Todd returned very shortly with four cold glasses of beer which he handed out. He gave Ethan a glass of warm tap water. The three Master Js smirked as they realized that Ethan was already being marginalized � and by people employed by him. This was getting good. "First off, you must realize that I am the lawyer for Ethan so I have to look out for his best interests. I will go over the changes that I think should be incorporated, but I would recommend each of you have a lawyer, not the same one, look the contract over." "I don't know any lawyers and not sure some would take this," Sam replied. The other two just nodded. "That's okay. I am going to recommend three lawyers for you who will be more than happy to look over the contract for you. Now, I know that you are just college students, so Ethan will pay the lawyer's fee." He then looked at Ethan and asked "correct?" "That would be correct," Ethan replied. Mr. Preston just stared at Ethan until he added "Sir." The lawyer just smirked. "Now this fee arrangement will only cover the contract review..." "Make it a permanent retainer agreement to cover any of their legal fees, Sir" Ethan interrupted. Emerson just smirked. "Okay, we will add that to the contract.." "No, a separate agreement. Actually, three separate agreements one for each of the Master Js. That way it will survive this contract. Sir." Everyone in the room, other than Ethan just smiled when they heard Ethan refer to them as Master Js, even though the contract had not gone into effect. "Sir, Make it a 10-year contract with the first 10-year renewal solely at the option of each Master J. Any future extension would have to have my agreement." "That can be done easily enough." Emerson had Todd come into the office. He gave him an agreement he had on his desk and asked that it be made into three contracts ready to sign within the hour. "Yes, sir," Todd replied. Emerson handed out a copy of the contract to each of the people in the room. "I will now briefly discuss the additions that I have recommended be made. All of these addendums are to further effectuate the intent that I see in the contract. If there are any questions or concerns, please let me know. Are you ready to begin?" he asked but looking only at the three young men in front of him. They agreed and he began. As he reviewed the contract, he answered any and all questions. While the Master Js had some questions, Ethan remained silent until they got to the part about the $50.00 debit card. "I think that should be reduced to $25.00 dollars, Sir", Ethan intoned. "Well looks like Loser over there is finally figuring out his true place in the world," Brad laughed. "Are we all in agreement then?" the lawyer asked. When everyone agreed he continued to review the remainder of the contract. When discussing the gaming allowance of $200 a month, the Master Js indicated some concern that this amount was too low. Listening to the concerns Ethan interrupted and stated "Increase it to $2000 a month, Mr. Preston". Sam spoke up, "that should cover it. Oh, and by the way Ethan, if this contract were in effect that would have been a demerit for interrupting." Ethan turned a little red, looked down at the floor and said, "Yes, Sir. I am sorry Sir" "Any other concerns?," Emerson asked looking at each of the Master Js. Seeing no comment, Ethan intoned "May I speak, Masters?" He looked at Master S as he asked this. "You may, Loser" replied Sam. Ethan then stated "I think that the contract should be changed to allow you, Mr. Preston, to discuss the contract with the Master Js without my knowledge or involvement, if you feel that is in the best interest of myself and the agreement." Emerson nodded. "That is probably a good idea and I will make that change." Once they had finished, Preston made the necessary changes and gave everyone a new copy of the agreement. He then had everyone sign the lawyer fee agreements. "I took the liberty of setting up appointments for each of you with your new lawyer. I guarantee that they are top notch lawyers who will have no problems reviewing this type of contract. Now, even though Ethan is paying, the lawyers are YOUR lawyers and will be looking out for your best interests. They will submit the bills to my office and I will have them paid. Any other questions?" There being no other questions, Emerson summoned Todd and asked him to escort everyone out of the room except for Ethan. Once the room was cleared, Emerson asked Ethan "Was that satisfactory for you?" Ethan answered, while not looking the lawyer in the eye, "Yes, sir it was. I think you grasp the situation well. When my family finds out about this, will there be a problem?" "For you legally, no. Socially, probably. As for me, maybe. Your father isn't going to be happy. But I think that he may be able to be brought around. But remember, I am your lawyer not his. Now I have some documents that I need you to sign. The first is your satisfaction with this meeting and your stated intent that enforcement of the agreement is what you want and is your best interests. The next is a release of liability form absolving me of any liability in the terms of this contract. The next is a release allowing me to discuss this contract with the Master Js at any time with or without your knowledge or presence." He then called Todd in to witness the signatures. Ethan noticed the use of the term "Master Js". He took the agreements, read them and signed them. "There is one final agreement. This one...well it is perfectly self-explanatory". Ethan began reading the agreement, stopped and looked up at Emerson with a stunned look. "Seriously?", he asked. "I'm not sure about this." "It is, of course, your choice, but I feel that it would be best. And it is in agreement with the terms of the contract. This could be your `signing' gift for your new Masters." While Ethan still looked uncertain, Mr. Preston said "Look it is your choice. But this makes the most sense. If you are trying to hedge your bets, then maybe you should rethink this entire thing. Ethan then hesitantly signed it. When Todd witnessed the signature, he just chuckled. "I need you to verbalize that you intend for this to occur,' Preston said when he noticed Ethan's hesitance. Ethan stood silent for a few seconds before saying, "Yes, Sir. This what I want to happen." "Okay, Todd you may escort Ethan out." "This way, Ethan," Todd said with obvious disdain in his voice. Ethan blushed red as he got up and followed Todd out of the office. He was surprised when they walked past the private elevator and to another door. Todd opened it and gestured inside. When Ethan stepped in he noticed that it was the stairs. Ethan turned and looked at Todd who whispered, "I feel that this would be more appropriate way for you to exit the building, don't you?" Ethan realized that this was what his life was going to be like. He started to have some second thoughts. But to Todd he said, "Yes, Sir you are correct. Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Roberts. I will see you later, Sir." He then turned and began the long trek down 30 flights of stairs. Any and all comments are appreciated at [email protected].

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Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2024 02:28:11 +0000 (UTC) From: Chris Heineke Subject: The Last Relapse The Last Relapse ------- A Prologue ------- With the click of a mouse, Will Soumis was done. Years of sexual depravity irrevocably undone in a ten-minute blitz. He was finally thinking clearly. And he had to get it done before the regret set in. Traversing each account's settings he couldn't help but get a little sentimental. This was truly the end of an era. Gone was the Snap account passed around to that young fraternity boy and his friends who mocked him relentlessly, peppering him with demands that he pay for their nights out. Gone was the Telegram account that enabled him covert communication with the dominant twentysomething that dictated his exact workout routines for a full year. And most of all, gone was his precious Twitter account. 4500 followers up in smoke in a second. Years of grinding through the exploding Findom scene, tens of thousands of retweets, comments, and DMs. These manifestations of his severe addiction to playing with power dynamics with other men, often much younger, and always on the submissive end, were now lost to the digital ether forever. It was good riddance. The turning point came the week prior. He, like every January since 2015, had joined his closest friends for six days in a rented lodge in the Catskill Mountains, where adults could be adults and enjoy each other's company - along with an endless waterfall of Sauvignon Blanc and a melange of weed and magic mushrooms. The week always came at the perfect time, providing a respite from the hustle and bustle of the hedge fund where he had worked his way up to middle management and an impressive six-figure salary. Travel always made him relentlessly horny, if for no other reason that the change in routine put him off the careful masturbation schedule he engaged in inside his Brooklyn apartment, which had the intended effect of keeping his perverted desires in check. So whereas the first few days of this particular retreat Will was a full participant, his friends began to notice by day four that he was becoming increasingly removed from the action. And when his best friend's grown niece walked in to declare dinner was ready, only to find Will on top of his bed, nude, computer on his chest, visibly sweaty and with his modest cock in hand, he knew the time had finally come for him to make a long-needed change. -------- At 39, Will was raised in tandem with what would be the most profound invention of his, or anyone's lifetime: the internet. So by the time he came of age in the early 2000's, the internet had similarly advanced to be able to support his budding sexual explorations. It started in chatrooms. In 2003, the novelty of texting in real-time with strangers potentially thousands of miles away had not yet worn off, and the anonymity of the medium mixed with the collective horniness of the human race quickly produced the taboo concept of cybersex. Quaint by today's standards, Will, like many at the time, got an incredible rush from using his Qwerty keyboard to express the things he wanted to do to the young woman on the other end. Or at least, who he presumed was a young woman. His dick was hardened by the reciprocated response, imagining both the scene portrayed by his partner via chat and also what he surely assumed would be her fingers savagely rubbing up and down between her legs in a dark room with the dull glow of a CRT painting her face. These evenings began happening in increasingly frequent numbers, becoming a minor obsession, this despite reasonable success in college meeting, fucking, and ultimately dating a handful of girls. He was living a contradiction, staying connected to the real world through his various relationships while simultaneously pursuing the separate but weirdly satisfying pleasure provided by this online facsimile of sex in his alone time. Technology continued to progress, such that when webcams became a cheap enough way to spice up his chat sessions he saved up to buy one, choosing to place it precariously atop the CD rack on his desk, angled perfectly to catch his face and torso as he sat. Bandwidth in those days was hard to come by, so one frame every two seconds would have to do, but it was a revolution compared to the ASCII stone age he was coming out of. Of course, at first, he insisted that the partner on the other end be a woman who was taking the same expository plunge that he was, but as he realized how much fulfillment he got from exhibiting the taught, defined body of his youth for others, and how difficult it was finding qualified female participants, he settled for those claiming to be women without photographic proof. And when the realization set in that he was likely performing in front of dishonest men posing as whomever it would take for Will to agree to expose himself to them, he couldn't help but accept the fact that the sense of satisfaction he was receiving did not abate one bit. Will became addicted to the feeling of being sexual fodder for others, now blowing load after load in front of just about anyone who would be willing to watch and compliment him. And while he had always used what meager amounts of alcohol he could get his hands on to help lower his inhibitions, turning 21 changed the dynamic completely. Easy access to booze meant that suddenly, he could be convinced to do considerably more. So when the playful but increasingly rote requests to ejaculate over his toned chest or cute, elvish face progressed into outright stern demands that he start to stick various fingers in his rectum, or get on all fours, the combination of liquid courage and lust meant it happened without the first objection. The truth is he fucking loved it, gaining immense fulfillment and validation from pleasing these men via their sundry sordid tasks. They continued to push Will's limits in time, introducing him to concepts such as edging, and pain. Things he would have never discovered if left to his own devices. They made him purchase things. Rope and baby oil. Candles and clothespins. Women's underwear. He kept a kit under his bed in a shoe box, never quite getting the nerve up to graduate to proper sex toys. He found he was increasingly turned on by being forced into acts that resulted in his embarrassment and ridicule, the closeted nature of these ever-evolving escapades now the growing source of a shame that hurt so good. Like being made to stick an ice cube in his ass while his controller laughed at his pathetic attempts to stay still. Or when he had to tie a shoe to his scrotum by its laces and repeatedly drop it all the while repeating the mantra "Thank you, Sir!" He continued chasing the high all the while receiving a crash course in depravity and kink. Before long his porn intake had completely transformed from the vanilla straight content he grew up on to an exclusive diet of male-on-male fetish videos, always imagining himself in the submissive roles. And by the time he left school, he found he had completely lost the will to date anymore and instead focused the entirety of his sexual energy on these wild nights, being an obedient whore from the comfort of his own home. Before long these ephemeral, one-time interactions were turning into longer-term relationships. Will's Skype contact list was steadily growing with men who wanted to use him on a more regular basis. And with the rise of smartphones, men began asking Will, now in his mid-20s, to take his performance off camera, demanding video proof of their increasingly risky asks, which is how, as an example, he found himself jerking off in the restroom of his public library. He no longer needed the immediate feedback that came with live video. It was the acts themselves, and the thought of sick satisfaction the men must have had seeing how easily they could make him dance that was now getting him off. As he continued aging he found the "masters" who satisfied him the most were often the youngest, as the thought of being controlled like a voodoo doll by some bratty kid as much as 10 years younger than him flipped the expected power dynamics on their head, compounding the shame that fed his lust - so much so that he no longer entertained the idea of serving anyone older than him. These young doms wanted to get to know him better, occasionally asking his name, where he lived, what he did for money, his hobbies. He lied at first, too timid to involve any part of his real life in this. But he found himself starting to get attached, at which point the details started leaking out, fighting and failing to ignore the strong instinct to not let his controllers down with his dishonesty. Now pushing 30 in the first half of the 2010s, it was not lost on him that when he delivered a video of himself barking like a dog or covering himself in hot candlewax, that it was no longer outside the bounds of possibility that this would get back to him and his public-facing life. The immense anxiety brewed by the thought of how quickly and summarily he would be ex-communicated if his friends or family or, god forbid, his Wall Street boss ever saw this side of his personality sat atop him like the weight of a Mack truck. And it was also not lost on him that this anxiety could be exploited in the right hands to make him do just about anything. He hated himself for being so turned on by the thought. In his early thirties, Will made the eventual realization that his body, which was starting to show the neglect that comes with age and an intense work-life, was no longer enough to attract the kinds of online partners he needed to feed his desires. So when the occasional dom stopped asking to see Will show off, and instead started asking for lunch money, or money for groceries, or a night out, it became clear that he could leverage financial charity as a means of gaining the time and attention he still craved. The paradigm for how he could satisfy his lust was changing. This suited him fine, as his salary could easily support his New York lifestyle, and still have plenty to throw around. It did not take long from there for him to discover the burgeoning Findom scene, where a new crop of young, attractive, and cocky men were taking to Twitter in droves to compete with each other to take as much money from submissives like him as possible. It was perfect. Will, frankly, didn't have the time anymore to invest in trolling for new doms across the myriad dark corners of the net. Now the doms were all advertising in one place, creating a menu from which he could be selective. In this world, his advancing age was an asset to him. Most of these doms traded in humiliation, which they were especially eager to dole out to the older subs they deemed to be especially perverted. Will sampled dozens of doms, taking note of their varying interests and styles. He found himself becoming emotionally attached to a few in particular - weirdly, the ones who treated him the worst. He felt he was in a constant, unwinnable battle for their admiration, and throwing money at boys only to have them ignore him or treat him poorly made him want to try even harder. He became particularly close with "MasterJuan", a 24-year-old hunk from South America with a dark side. Will was attracted to his chiseled body and giant uncut cock sure, but what really drew him in was the fact that Juan seemed to be in it for the right reasons. Whereas most findoms seemed obsessed only with the money, Juan seemed to genuinely revel in the power he had over his subs. He understood what he was able to make people do at the snap of his fingers once he wormed his way into their impressionable brains. And his feed proved it, filled to the brim with videos of subs serving him online and in person, performing his bidding, doing all sorts of depraved things. When Will reached out, heart pounding out of his chest in excitement, he found Juan to actually be sweet and attentive. They hit it off immediately, and so it wasn't long before Will began to trust Juan enough to let him into his life, performing all kinds of tasks both big and small, profane and mundane, all made easier by the boredom of being trapped during the COVID pandemic that had begun to wreak havoc worldwide. Under his spell, Juan had Will pay for cameras to be installed in his home, enabling him to check that his orders were performed in real time. The lack of privacy was unsettling, but Will was intoxicated by being micro-managed by someone half a world away. And he paid for the privilege, eventually dispatching with the formalities of daily sends, instead opening a credit card for Juan to use as he saw fit. Will loved the dopamine hits he got seeing the alerts roll in on his phone every time the card was charged, trying to piece together his controller's life through what Juan purchased, a life Will now subsidized completely. But when the pandemic came to an end and Juan expressed interest in taking things to the next level by moving to America and living in Will's house, Will, who to date had still not had an in-person sexual encounter with a man, got cold feet. So with that, Will realized the futility of taking these desires this far. He accepted he was never going to be comfortable being with another man in person, yet that was the only frontier left to explore. So he toned down his activity significantly, opting to watch from the sidelines and use his imagination as much as possible. He poured it all into his dick, relentlessly jerking off each morning, and most evenings, just to get one-tenth of the feeling he got from actively serving men online. He was resigned to the fact that his kink days needed to be behind him and that it was high time to return to the general dating pool. So when he found himself having to explain to his exasperated best friend of 20 years why her barely-legal niece is now scarred with the sight of seeing his hard penis, he knew it was time to wipe the slate clean. Ten minutes later it was done. Forever. ----------------- "18M - where all the humanities bitches at. Dm now and get to work on my papers" Will was usually turned off by the kinds of lazy ads that didn't have an image or any further details attached, but this one intrigued him. In all his years of experimenting he never even thought about doing a dom's homework before. A month after the incident at the cabin, Will was allowing himself the simplest of former pleasures. He was out of the game to be sure, but he permitted himself to make a new Reddit account for the sole purpose of lurking, picking out a handful of forums that he seemed to align with. This was a suggested post, Reddit's algorithm doing its job. He understood the idea, that doing some kid's homework was yet another way to degrade yourself, but he felt a little amateurish for having not come across it before. He checked to see what else this user had posted. "FUCK your life send me everything you got" "18M Need a pussy to do whatever I say whenever I say it" "Lock the fuck in bitch and give COMPLETE control to me" Perfect, he thought. Humiliation, findom, TPE. This dude was a little freak and he was checking all of Will's boxes. Or at least he was good at playing pretend. Despite the lack of a photo, this was already good masturbation material for Will, even if he had to acknowledge the chances that the poster was actually 18 were probably slim to none. That part was easily ignored. "18M Looking for a dumb slave to overwork with essays while I sit back and relax" "Need a long term shithead to lock the fuck in and become my property" Will was buzzing reading these titles. Something about them actually seemed authentic. Like this kid really wanted this and wasn't just spouting a bunch of language for show. Just Will's professional instinct. "18M No splashy title just do what I say and get the fuck in my dms" He was rock hard now at the display of brash attitude. Young, bossy boys were his ultimate weakness. Years of experimentation had let him directly to that realization, and here was a compelling example of that right in front of him. He teetered on the edge of his seat, a flush feeling taking over. He was fighting himself, the mental image of the girl's shocked face as she walked in on his session at the cabin was still seared in his memory. But he had learned from his lesson. He knew now better where to draw the line and how to retreat from it. He could manage it this time. A little conversation surely couldn't hurt. And so, he initiated contact.

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Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2024 11:53:51 +0000 (UTC) From: SlaveMasters7 <[email protected]> Subject: Master Aaron Garcia Enjoying nifty.org? Please help keep it going with your donation: https://donate.nifty.org/ ----------------------- The Slave Center: Guest Speaker Series by slave 7 The Slave Center is the largest retailer of slaves in the USA. It was one of the first to appear after the passage of The Real Slave Act in 2049, and it quickly grew to a national chain. Not only does the Slave Center market a fine array of slaves, they are also the nation's leading slave training center and the nation's leading slave intake center, at which slaves of all walks of life surrender themselves to their truest calling, to their truest sense of self, to their destiny as one born to be a slave. It's in their DNA is the current understanding. It is their destiny to be servants in slavery, and they embrace this destiny and like it. At most of their retail outlets, and certainly those in all the major urban areas, the Slave Center present a Guest Speaker series, in which noted slave owner and slaves themselves come to share their experiences. The series in primarily for employees of the Slave Center and the slaves currently in their charge, but should seats be available for any one event, tickets are put up for sale to the general public. The Slave Center, Los Angeles, Guest Speaker Series: Master Aaron Garcia of Fresh and Natural Farms Presents Work-Pig Slavery The announcement for today's guest speaker had caught young Master Kevin's interest. As a student in the Slave Center's Mastery Program, Master Kevin had heard of Master Aaron Garcia and of Fresh and Natural Farms, and while many thought Master Aaron Garcia's brand of slavery extreme, Master Kevin held a different opinion. Fresh and Natural Farms is located in the northern reaches of San Diego County and serves grocery stores and farmer's markets throughout the Southern California region and beyond. Young Master Kevin had never actually been there, but he had heard stories about it and was very, very interested. In fact, he thought perhaps one day he might be employed as an overseer at Fresh and Natural Farms. So, it was with great excitement that Master Kevin readied himself for Master Garcia's presentation before he and his fellow Mastery student and friend, Master Jeremy, made their way to the Slave Center Amphitheater. Master Kevin had walked excitedly into The Slave Center and to his student locker, where he changed out of his street clothes and into his Mastery of Slaves pants. As it was a warm summer day, he chose the short pants rather than the slacks. These shorts end just above the knees but were still complete with the same open crotch area, like chaps, which helped to accentuate his tan-colored leather jock even more. He decided not to wear his boots but rather put on black leather sandals. And as is common for any Mastery student at The Slave Center, he left his upper body unclothed. He did, however, put on the required black armband name tag, stating Master Kevin, Level 2, which fit over his right bicep. Finally, he wrapped his Mastery tool belt around his waist, left the locker room and started down the hall, where he met up with fellow Mastery student and friend, Master Jeremy. Jeremy was similarly clad, but with long pants, the same genital pouch, or jock, and the same lack of shirt. He wore his high black boots with his pants tucked in, completing the image of power and masculinity. Unlike Master Kevin, who had little upper body hair, Master Jeremy was a hairy man-beast, with thick fur over not only his chest but also much of his back. Also, Master Jeremy almost always, as he did now, carry a small whip, which he kept rolled up and hanging from his tool belt. At 6'3", he made quite an imposing figure. Master Jeremy had about 10 years in age and about 5 inches in height on Master Kevin. The two enjoyed each other's company and liked talking about their classes and the slaves they had seen or worked with. Still, the two Masters were quite different. While Master Kevin saw himself working largely with male slaves, he didn't see himself as homosexual. He was bisexual, at best. In fact, the only way in which he ever felt aroused over a male was if the male was a slave. Master Jeremy, on the other hand, was a homosexual with an unabashed interest in males. He wanted one for his very own, though he knew he would probably never be able to afford one. So, he was working toward a career in which he could exercise his interest and skills with faggots. "I am really looking forward to this," Master Jeremy reminded Master Kevin. "Work-pig slaves. That sure sounds like faggot-slavery to me!" "Yeah, well, we'll see. I don't care if his slaves are faggots or not. I'm really interested in this speaker because he's going to talk about owning slaves for agriculture," was Master Kevin's casual reply. Master Jeremy knew all about Master Kevin's plan to be an overseer of agricultural slaves. "Master Cindy, my friend in Level One," Master Jeremy continued, "Says she has a friend who graduated from Level Three last year, and that guy told her that this work-pig slaves guy presented the most strict sense of slavery she ever heard of. He has a ranch in San Diego County somewhere, and the whole thing is worked by slaves, except he calls them work-pigs." The auditorium, which seats about 400, was only about two-thirds full. Masters Kevin and Jeremy sat in the mid-range area and left an empty seat between them, to afford some man-spreading. It was only natural for a man to spread his legs and give space for his goods. Sitting midrange in the auditorium was their favorite, as it gave them a good view of the stage and also put them almost at eye-level with the screen that showed up close views of what was happening on the stage. The stage curtains were open, and the only thing on the stage was what appeared to be a simple floor mat. The screen above was active, showing a close up of the mat area. The house lights were on, but the presentation was about to start. The doors to the hallways were closed, the house lights came down, and Master Simon Hargrove, the General Manager of the Los Angeles Slave Center walked on stage. He gave a little wave and said, "Hello everyone. Thank you for being here. Every year we have this gentleman come and present for our Master of Slaves Level Two students. His name is Master Aaron Garcia. His family owns Fresh and Natural Farms, a successful agricultural business that has been going for over 100 years. He learned his mastery skills and perspectives not from The Slave Center, but from his own father, who learned it from his father, who learned it on his own, by trial and error, before The Slave Center came into being. Yes, it was before The Real Slavery Act, but all slaves on the farm were there voluntarily, so it wasn't true slavery. Don't worry, it was legal. The presentation you are about to see, Work-Pig Slavery, is both one of the most controversial we schedule for our Level Two Mastery Program, but also one of the favorites. It all depends on your perspective of what a slave is, and what a slave can or should be. Master Aaron Garcia owns slaves, which he calls work-pigs. He is a strict and demanding master who expects to get a lot out of his slaves. His slaves appear to love and worship him, but you be the judge. So, now, so you can hear it directly from the source, please welcome, the owner of Fresh and Natural Farms, Master Aaron Garcia. As the audience clapped, Master Hargrove shook Master Aaron Garcia's hand and left the stage. Master Aaron Garcia came out on the stage with a slave in tow. Master Garcia held a 6 foot light steel chain leash, which was attached to his property's nose ring. Master Aaron nodded to the audience casually and led his slave to the mat at the center of the stage floor, where he then ordered the slave to kneel. The slave knelt with knees fairly wide apart and with his hands behind his back. Master Aaron removed the leash from the slave's nose ring and took a step or two to the side and front of the slave. He left the bit tightly lodged in the slave's mouth. He said, "Stay," to the slave, and then faced the crowd. Master Kevin was already intrigued. He liked the look of the slave: about 40 years old or so, in very fit condition, hairless on head and body, nude but for collar and restraints on his wrists and ankles, large nose ring at least 2 inches in diameter, a cinch ring at the base of his genitals, and nipple shields. This last item may have stayed on the slave body via piercings, but Master Kevin could not see for sure. Perhaps they stayed on simply because the slave's nipples, which were extraordinarily large, protruded through the holes in the shields and jutted out at least a full inch. The slave's nipples were as full and plump as any female nipples. The circular shields, themselves nearly 3 inches in diameter at their outer edge, also served, as Master Kevin learned later, as health monitoring devices, reading blood pressure, heart rate, body temperature and more. Still, thought Master Kevin, they did aesthetically enhance the appearance of the slave and accentuate those very large slave nipples. Master Kevin already wanted to reach down and take hold of those nips and hold them tightly. Master Aaron Garcia's voice interrupted Master Kevin's thoughts. "Good afternoon everybody. I am Master Aaron Garcia and I own 68 slaves, all of which I purchased from The Slave Center. Thank you for having me here today. It is an honor for me to come to The Slave Center each year and share how slavery figures into my business model and my way of life. This year, though, I have an extra motivation to speak with you all, as I will be looking to hire overseers in the coming months. So, if you like what you see today and think you may be interested in working at Fresh and Natural Farms as an overseer, I invite you to apply. As I said, I currently own 68 slaves, and 23 of them are work-pigs. All of my slaves reside at Fresh and Natural Farms, and my work-pigs are almost never taken off the property. So, it is a different kind of day for any work-pig I choose to bring with me here to The Slave Center for their wonderful Guest Speaker Series. As you see, I have one of my work-pigs right here. This is the first time this pig has been off Fresh and Natural Farms in 14 years, since I first added it to my herd. In all that time it has never worn a stitch of clothing and has never done anything outside of laboring on my farm. As my property, that is what it is going to do. I am here today to tell you about this work-pig's life, how I master it, how it lives, and how it all works well for both myself and my work-pigs. Master Kevin noted the use of the terms "pig" and "it". This was a bit new to his way of thinking, but he did not object. In fact, something deep inside himself felt very okay with the terms. Why shouldn't he look at a slave as a different type of creature than himself? Perhaps we are honoring, and truly seeing, a slave for what it is when we call it an animal. Perhaps it is the only polite and decent thing to do. The alternative would be to deprive the slave of being fully seen and, therefore, of being properly cared for. Master Aaron stepped toward his slave. The Master seemed very careful to not step in the way of the audience or the camera so that everyone could have full frontal view of his slave. Master Aaron reached out and took the slave's chin in his right hand. He lifted the chin slightly. The slave looked up at its Master, its gag keeping its mouth somewhat open as its nose ring hung down below its lips. Master Aaron looked the slave right in the eyes, maintained a soft and gentle smile on his own face, and said, simply, "This is a good work-pig." He took a small step back and began to address the audience in earnest: "My slave, tell everybody here in the audience who I am to you." "Master, you are my Master, thank you, Master," the slave answered, speaking intelligibly through its bit. "And what is my slave to me?" "Master, your work-pig, Master, a head of livestock, Master." "That's right. Good slave. I own this slave here in front of me, as a work-pig, and, as I said, it's a good work-pig." "Master, thank you, Master." "That's right, pig. It must thank its master for owning it and taking responsible care of it. As my property, my work-pig doesn't have a life, at all. Zero. It has no life. I have its life." He looked out toward the audience and continued, "I own this life, and I decide what to do with it. That's what slavery is all about. That's all anybody needs to know. I could end this presentation right here. This man, this slave, is my property. I own it through and through. Everything about this animal in front of me, I own." He looked back toward his work-pig. "My slave, how did I come to own you? "Master, you purchased it from The Slave Center in Los Angeles, Master." "That's right. I did. And now you are officially not a man, but a slave, an owned life-form, an it. And how will my property, which I own so completely, live out its lifetime?" "Master, in constant and complete obedience to you, Master. It has no other option or purpose, Lord-Master." "That's right. I am your Lord-Master, and you live in constant and complete obedience. Total obedience, every second. That's what you are. A slave has no other purpose than to live for its Master, and that's me. I bought this slave. I own it. It's as simple as that. The only thing a slave owns is obedience, and my minimum requirement for any slave of mine is for it to live in obedience every waking moment, till the slave knows nothing else and can live in no other way. 100% total slavery. Why not? I repeat: It's a slave, and nothing else! Isn't that correct, my slave?" "Master, yes, Master. Thank You, Master." "Does my slave accept itself as my chattel property and nothing else?" "Master, yes, Master. Thank You, Master." "Good. I like to hear `Thank you' from my slave. My slave has plenty to be thankful for." "Master, yes, Master. Thank You, Master." "My slave must accept what it is, or it's of little use. Tell me and all of us gathered here in this amphitheater, does my slave ever do anything outside of its slavery?" "Master, no, Master, never, Master." "That's right. Never, slave, never, and it never will, for the rest of its life. Absolutely never. Not for a moment. Constant and complete slavery is what I demand from each and every slave I own." "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master." "My slave's thoughts are mine. Its every breath is mine. All of its energy is mine. I totally own it. All of it. Even the consciousness within this slave is my property. The life energy inside it is mine. I bought it all, and what I need that life energy to do, in order for this slave to be an effective labor animal on Fresh and Natural Farms, is to obey me, constantly, as its Lord and Master. And it does, doesn't it, pig?" "Master, oh yes, Master, thank you, Lord-Master." "That's right. Good slave. You know your Lord-Master deserves to own you, just like you deserve to be owned." "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master." Master Aaron Garcia turned more toward the audience again. "And the more my slave serves and obeys me the more it worships me as its Lord-Master. It is only natural for a slave to worship its Master. A pure, natural flow of love from slave to Master. That is what I expect, and that is what I get." The Master paused for a moment and took a sip from a glass of water. Then, he looked back toward the audience and stated: "The only rights a slave has are as follows: 1) It has the right to be fully and safely enslaved, and 2) it has the right to serve, worship and obey the one who fully enslaves it. That's it. End of story." Master Kevin noted and liked the calm and pleasant manner in which Master Aaron spoke to the slave. There were no bullying mannerisms here, no alpha bravado, but just plain, and perhaps even soft, matter-of-fact speaking. Master Aaron turned back to his work-pig and continued. "So, tell us, my slave, do I ever allow my livestock to communicate with old friends or family?" "Master, no, Master. Never, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master." "Correct answer. There could be no reason for my property to speak with a free person. That doesn't serve me in any way. Do I ever allow my work-pigs to listen to world news or to use any electronic devices? "Master, no, Master." Master Kevin noted that the slave seemed to be smiling pleasantly behind the bit in its mouth as it answered its Master's questions. The slave seemed to be at peace, content. "Good pig. Smart work-pig. Its slavery to me is the sum of its existence. Its full slavery to me is the only life I will ever allow it to know for as long as it lives. That's my right and my responsibility as its owner. Not including today, as I have brought this slave-pig here in service to me and The SlaveCenter, do I ever allow my work-pigs to leave Fresh and Natural Farms?
 "Master, no, Master, never, Master. This slave is bound to your land, Master. Fresh and Natural Farms is the only place this work-pig belongs, Master, to continue its work for you, Master." "Do my work-pigs ever wear any clothing?" "Master, no, Master, never, Master. Thank you, Master." "Right, it's a work-pig, the kind of pig that just happens to walk on two feet, and pigs don't need clothing. Do I ever allow my pigs food and beverages that are prepared for people?
 "Master, no, Master." "What is the only thing I have fed this pig since I purchased it and brought it to its destined life on Fresh and Natural Farms?" "Master, the slave feed you provide, Master. Thank you, Master." "That's right, nothing but healthy, top quality slave feed, everyday, every meal, in exactly the right amount to keep a strong, healthy working slave-animal, like this one right here in front of me. Exactly the nutrition it needs. Do I care much about what my slave feed tastes like?" "Master, no, Master." "Should I care?" "Master, no, Master." "That's right. A slave just obediently eats what it is given to eat, no questions asked. And I actually don't care what it tastes like." "Master, yes, Master. It has no right to ask for a better taste, Master, or to hold a preference of any kind, Master." "Good pig. Excellent pig. It has no right to ask, no right at all. And it has no right to prefer anything other than what its Master prefers. Perfect alignment between Master and slave. That is what I develop." The first right a slave has is to surrender itself into full enslavement, and this slave did that long ago, at The SlaveCenter in Omaha, Nebraska. As my slave, my preferences are the only preferences that matter to it, and I prefer my slave to be nothing but a slave-animal that eats only slave feed. So, that's what my slave prefers, too. My preferences are its orders. Isn't that right, my slave?" "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." "Tell me, my work-pig, do I ever allow my slave to have sex as it may desire?" "Master, no, Master, never, Master." "Do I ever allow my slave to masturbate?" "Master, no, Master, never, Master." "Why is it I will never allow my slave to have the kind of sex it may desire or to masturbate?
 "Master, because this slave is a work-pig, Master. Thank you, Master." "That's right. I bought a work-pig, and it lives as my work-pig on my family's farm. It does nothing but work for me, pretty much every waking minute," he said while looking down at the slave, "And allowing it to have sex or to masturbate would be to misuse what I purchased, which I will never do. That's my promise. I will never misuse a work-pig. My pig will never seek to have sex again. All that energy will be used to labor for me instead." "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." "Good pig. Very good pig. And it's a lucky work-pig. Does my work-pig ever orgasm?" "Master, it leaks when it is fully worshiping you or one of your overseers, Master, and sometimes even orgasms, Sir. Your pig drips often because working for you is its sexuality now, Master, and so, in a way, it lives its life constantly having sex, Master. Its slavery is a kind of orgasm, Master." "Good, slave. Correct. Repeat that." "Master, working for you is its sexuality, Master, obedience to you is its sexuality, Master, so living as your slave is in itself sex, Master." "That's right. But I like that one line it said. Repeat it, pig. You know which one I mean." "Master, its slavery to you is its orgasm, Master." "That's it! Slavery is my pig's orgasm! That's all a work-pig gets, and all it needs. Living as my slave is its sexuality. Living as my slave is its constant orgasm. Not a bad life, is it? This pig is slave-sexual. Working for me on Fresh and Natural Farms is its sexuality, and I make sure to satisfy its sexuality all day long, everyday, don't I? Lucky pig! The only thing it needs to worry about, and the only thing it is allowed to strive for, is getting my work done, everyday, every minute. Laboring for me, that's all it does. Nothing else, ever. I grant it a very simple life, and I don't want anything messing that up by involving some silly erotic desire a slave may entertain. Sleep and work, sleep and work, sleep and work. That's it. That's its entire life. Laboring is the only reason for a work-pig to be on Fresh and Natural Farms. Anything else might confuse it. "It has a cock not for sex but to show that it worships in slavery. And that cock is to remain free to worship me and to demonstrate for me how much my slave loves laboring for me all day long. "Worship is good for my slaves and for their full enslavement, so I do not cage my slave cocks. I let the cocks be free to get hard, because a slave erection shows worship. But that tool of worship is never stroked and is rarely even touched." Master Aaron turned more to the audience and stated, "I expect and encourage frequent erections from a male work-pig, to show me it is in full worship of me, as it should be. A work-pig cock, which I call a worship wand, is often dripping, so satisfied is a work-pig to be living fully enslaved. To my work-pigs, the labor I give them is sex, and I work them hard, and constantly." He flashed a wry smile. Master Aaron stepped back a bit, making sure all in the audience could see that the slave still had a raging hard on. "Remind all of us here, my pig, of the reason I provide the highest quality slave feed for all my slaves."

"Master, in order to keep your work-pigs healthy and effectively laboring for you all day long for many years to come, Master. Thank you, Master."
 "Correct. And what is the only thing my work-pigs will ever do for those many years to come, the only thing?" "Master, work, Master. That is the purpose of your property, Master." The slave cock seemed to get, if possible, even more full and erect. "How many hours per day does it work on my farm, pig?" "Master, 12 hours per day, Master." There was a soft gasp that went through the audience, but not from Master Kevin, who was trying to keep his interest and excitement on an even keel. "Good pig. How many days per week?" "Master, 7 days per week, Master." There were more gasps, and then some murmuring. "Do my work-pigs get any days off at all, ever?" "Master, no, Master, never, Master, thank you, Master. If your work-pig is healthy, it is working, Master. Everyday of the year, every year, almost every waking minute. Thank you, Lord-Master." "Good pig. That's right." He turned to face the audience again. "That's why I own slaves, and my slaves worship me for it. There is no such thing as a slave day off or a pig vacation. Why should there be? The slave doesn't have a life. I have its life, and I decide how to use it." He turned back to his work-pig. "Does my pig get a paycheck for laboring 12 hours per day, 7 days per week?" "Master, no, Master." "What does it get?" "Master, slavery and more slavery, Master." Master Aaron chuckled pleasantly at his property's response. "Is there anything else it wants or needs other than its slavery?" "Master, no, Master." "Good slave. That's right. My work-pig needs complete slavery, and that is what I provide. It works constantly and does nothing else. Who does my work-pig earn money for with its labors?" "Master, for Fresh and Natural Farms and you, Sir, its Lord-Master." "Does my work-pig want to earn lots of money for Fresh and Natural Farms, and for me?" "Master, oh yes, Lord-Master. Thank you, Master. That is fulfilling its life purpose, Lord-Master, and the reason you own this work-pig, Master. That's its glory, to be of benefit to you, Master." "Do you mean my work-pig's only purpose in living is to labor all day long 7 days a week for me, its Master, in order to make my business as profitable as it can be?" "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master. That's why you own livestock, Master. It's why you provide the gift of full enslavement, Master." The kneeling work-pig seemed to thrust its groin forward a bit further, jutting its full erection out for its master and all in attendance to see. "Good. Perfect. And that's right." He turned to the audience, "And I know exactly how to make sure my work-pig lives its entire life as my perfectly obedient labor animal, and nothing else, ever. I love slave-animals, and there will never be a moment this slave needs to be anything other than my work-pig. Lucky slave." He petted his slave softly across its scalp. The slave absolutely quivered with satisfaction from the caress of its Master. "Tell me, how can my work-pig be sure it's earning lots of money for Fresh and Natural Farms and for its Lord-Master?" "Lord-Master, by always working as ordered, as hard as it can, Lord-Master. Nonstop, Master, 12 hours a day, everyday, as is your standing order, Lord-Master." "Very good. No matter how hard the work, or how tired my pig may be, my slave gives its all, even if it is trussed up in pony tack and pulling a heavy cart?" "Master, yes, Master. That is your right to demand of your slave, Master, and what you purchased this slave for, Lord-Master." "Correct. That's why I bought it, to be my chattel-laborer. Does my pig sweat when it works?" "Master, yes, my Lord-Master." "When it is finished working, do I give it a hot shower or a soak in a nice soothing bath?" "Master, no, Master. That would be an unnecessary use of your energy resources, Master." "Then, how is my work-pig bathed, on those days I decide to bathe it?" "Master, your work-pig gets hosed down while on all fours, as the livestock it is, Master." "That's right. Does it like being herded with its fellow work-pigs and getting hosed down as the animal it is?" "Master, yes, Master, very much so, thank you, Lord-Master." Master Kevin thought he could sense the slave about to bark, or grunt, or snort, or make other animal sounds, from behind its bit. "Does my property need anything more out of life other than slavery?" "Master, no, Master, never, Master. It will live and die as your enslaved work-pig, thank you, Lord-Master." "That is correct. It will live its entire life as my work-pig, and, although the type of work I gift to it may change as it ages, I will never retire a slave. Such is the creature I own. Is my work-pig happy?" "Master, yes, Master. Very happy, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master."
 "Why is my work-pig happy?" "Master, because it is so fully enslaved to you, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master, for my enslavement, Master." "That's right, slave. Thank me for all I do for you. It must constantly work, and it always will! I'll make sure of it." Master Aaron took off his denim jacket and revealed a whip looped at his waist. Master Kevin inhaled deeply but silently as he managed his excitement over observing a type of Mastery-slavery that seemed to touch his own soul. His cock pouch was filled to its greatest extent ever. "Master, thank you, Lord-Master." "I think this pig is an excellent work-pig. That is why I brought it here today." "Master, thank you, Lord-Master!" squealed the pig. The slave may have had a tear of joy in its eye. Master Kevin was not sure. And the work-pig may have spurted some cum. "Does my work-pig wish to remain my excellent work-pig? "Master, yes, Master, this slave craves to be your excellent work-pig, Lord-Master. This work-pig loves its enslavement, Master, and wants to always be an excellent work-pig for you, Master. Thank you, Master. It strives to be your most perfect work-pig, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master." "Good slave. How can my work-pig ensure that it will always be my work-pig and that I will always grant it a life of full enslavement?" "Master, by being a hard-working slave in constant and perfect obedience to its Master or Overseer, thank you, Master." "Good slave. Excellent pig. I will accept nothing less from my slave, always. Nothing less than nonstop, alert, worshipful obedience. My slave's constant and quick obedience is my minimum requirement. Isn't that right?" "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master!" "So, let's say it again: what does this slave give me?" "Master, constant and perfect obedience, Master, thank you, Master." "Is there anything at all my work-pig needs or wants out of life other than to be in constant obedience to me?" "Master, no, Great Lord-Master. Nothing at all, Master. Please, Master. It needs to work for you, Master, to always be your work-pig, Lord-Master-Sir. Please, allow this pig to labor for you, Master." "So, this slave needs its work-pig slavery. It needs to work. It needs total enslavement. My pig-slave loves to work. It can't get enough of it. Can it, work-pig? "Master, no, Master. It craves to do your work, Lord-Master." The work-pig was literally chomping at its bit. Master Kevin glanced up to the screen where a close-up of the scene was being shown. He could see there that the slave-cock was not only rock hard, but dripping profusely. "That's right. I know that. Good pig. Don't worry. I plan on keeping it fully enslaved for the remainder of the slave life that I own. My slave knows what I mean by fully enslaved. My pig knows itself well, and it understands its place and function in my life and on Fresh and Natural Farms. It's an excellent head of livestock. I made a good investment when I purchased it. And how does my pig feel about being my property, and nothing but?" "Master, very fortunate, Master, to be a part of your work-pig herd, my Lord, Sir, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master." The slave couldn't seem to contain itself and added, gushing with emotion, "This slave loves its Lord-Master! Thank you, Master. Please allow it to be your work-pig always, Lord-Master, please, Master! It loves you, Master." The work-pig was sort of quivering and seemed to want to bow in complete groveling worship, but it held its kneeling position. "I see my work-pig cock is still dripping. Why is that?" "Master, because it is near you, Lord-Master. Thank you, Lord-Master." "And just being near me makes it get hard and drip?" "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master." "Good slave. Good worship. Excellent animal. As it should be. Good pig-boy." Master Aaron was speaking to his work-pig sort of like a man speaks to his dog, and the work-pig let its tongue hang out past the bit while softly panting. "And my pig knows that I love owning it and providing it with the total enslavement it has a right to. I love that the only thing it ever does, and ever will do, is work for me. That's the life I own. I love that. Excellent work-pig." Master paused briefly, then continued his questioning of his work-pig. "So, what is my work-pig going to do when I take it back to Fresh and Natural Farms?" "Master, labor, Master. Thank you, Master!" "And then what is it going to do?" "Master, labor, Master!" The work-pig said with enthusiasm, with voice raised some decibels, breathing strongly. "And then what is it going to do?" "Master, labor, Master. Thank you, Master." The work-pig's excitement seemed to be building. It looked like it wanted to jump up and rush back to where it labors. "And then what is it going to do?" "Master, labor, Master." The slave was writhing with energy. "And what does it want to do?" "Master, labor, Master. Please, Lord-Master." The slave continued writhing, gyrating, and panting. "And what do I REQUIRE it do every minute of every day?" "Master, labor, Master. Thank you, Master, Please, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master! This work-pig needs to labor for you, Lord-Master. Laboring for you is life, Master. Laboring for you is love, Master. Laboring for you is sex. Thank you, my Lord and Master." "Good pig. Perfect pig. The labor I give it is its life, and its love. It does absolutely nothing else, needs nothing else, wants nothing else. I own livestock for nothing else. I bought this slave from The Slave Center for nothing else. I own work-pigs. And what is the only thing my work-pig is?" "Master, labor, Master." "Correct, pig. When I look at it, all I see is labor. My work-pig is labor. It breathes labor. It is nothing but labor, always and only. That is the only thing it ever will be. My labor. I own it, and that's the only way I'll have it. Excellent pig." Master Aaron rubbed a hand lovingly over the work-pig's hairless head, like it was a good dog. "How does my slave feel about the permanent work-pig restraints around its wrists, ankles and neck? "Master, they're all a constant hug, Lord-Master, Sir. Thank you, Master. Your work-pig gets to live inside your hug, my Lord-Master. Thank you, Lord-Master. It loves being your work-pig, Great Lord-Master." "Very good, pig. Perfect piggy. And remind all the people watching and listening, how long has it been my work-pig?" "Master, it doesn't know how long it has been, Master." "Fourteen years, my pig. For fourteen years my pig has been nothing but my naked constant-laborer. 7 days a week, 365 days a year. It's been 14 years so far, and it wants more?" "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." Master Aaron turned more toward the audience and said: "So beautiful. This is what I often buy from The Slave Center: work-pigs, the ones that need labor-slavery, the ones who live and breathe only to labor for their Master, the ones that will worship a master for carefully wrapping the property up in complete enslavement. It is a joy for them, and it is a joy for me to feel a pig's gratitude for me keeping it totally enslaved -- and I do mean totally -- and providing it with a lifelong all day workload, 12 hours a day, 7 days a week. No days off, nothing but work in slavery. This here is one of my work-pigs. I am proud to call myself its master. I have taken responsibility for providing it a fulfilling life, and that is something I feel very gratified for doing. In return, this work-pig makes me a healthy profit. And what does the work-pig get? The thing it needs the most, and the thing it has a right to: its complete and permanent life-engulfing slavery. It's a perfect arrangement for myself and my slaves." Master Aaron turned back to his work-pig and ordered: "Now, stand here with my slave hands reaching overhead and my feet spread beyond shoulder width." "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master." "Now, because this work-pig is such a good slave, I am going to whip it." He more directly addressed the work-pig. "Stand still and keep my slave hands raised as I show these good people here my continued acceptance of this work-pig as my property and as my 100% labor animal, as my..." He trailed off and looked more closely into the slave's eyes. "As my... What is it?" He feigned not knowing. "Slave, in a nice loud and clear voice, tell the people here what it is." The slave arched its back slightly as it pumped out its chest and raised its snout upward while keeping its arms highly extended. Loudly, confidently, proudly, the pig exclaimed: "Work-pig!" "Does my slave need a name?" "Master, no, Master, thank you, Lord-Master. It is just a work-pig, Master. Your work-pig, Master. Thank you, Master." The master then began whipping the slave head to toe, all over, on the ass, the legs, the back, the shoulders, the belly, the armpits, the pubic region, and all the while saying, "Good work-pig. Good work-pig. Excellent pig. My pig. I own a good work-pig. A good labor pig. Nice labor pig. One that labors for me and does nothing else, at all, ever. My slave. My property. My pig. My work-pig. Nothing else exists for it but work and the Master that provides that good work. Working for me, serving me, that's its life, in total. Nothing else exists for my work-pig. I own a work-pig, and I will use this work-pig exactly as it is designed to be used. I'll work the pig, nonstop, for life. And what is the slave's reward? Slavery and more slavery. Full enslavement. Never-ending full enslavement. Nothing but slavery. It's work-pig slavery is the totality of its life." He came to the end of whipping the slave, looked out to the audience, and said: "Ladies and gentleman, this is my work-pig." He turned back to his slave and said, "Lower my pig hands and worship my boots. Show the people here your appreciation for my ownership and for the enslavement I provide. Show them all out there in the seats how much my work-pig loves me for allowing it the honor of being my slave. Show them how much it loves work-piggery, how much it thrives as my work-pig, my lucky work-pig." Master Aaron stood facing the class, and the slave fell prostrate and began to worship in silence. Its hands were out front and together in a prayer position. The work-pig appeared to be literally worshipping its god. After some minutes of this, the Master said, "Now, my slave, kneel facing the audience, hands behind the back, the only place those things belong if not working for me, and show the people my happy, lucky work-pig." The slave did as ordered, thus revealing again a full hard on and a proud, happy countenance as it knelt with its pig snout held high. Stripes and welts glowed red all over its body. The pig seemed absolutely at peace, gnawing at the bit as if in heaven. Master Kevin was surprised the work-pig had not shot a load of cum and just continued to drip. Master Aaron addressed the audience again. "As you can see, the work-pig is just living the life it needs, which is the life I provide. My slave worships me because I have taken the responsibility for providing exactly what it needs and what gives it purpose, esteem and fulfillment. I buy slaves that have already shown, via their time here at The Slave Center, that they are inclined to work, and then I empower them to be what they really are and what I need them to be, what I require them to be: work-pigs. And they worship me for it." Master Aaron paused and looked back at his livestock. He pulled some heavy clamps out of his pocket and attached them to the thick, elongated nipples protruding through the nipple shields. He then grabbed the small chain that dangled between the clamps with his right hand, making the chain taut and pulling the nipples upward. The slave appeared to be smiling behind the bit, and, thought Master Kevin, its eyes glowed in loving affection as it looked toward its Lord-Master's face. Master Aaron looked toward the side of the stage and appeared to call out to somebody. A man came onstage and handed Master a large butt plug. Master held it up for the audience to see as the man appeared to lube the plug up thoroughly. Then, Master addressed addressed his work-pig, "Forehead to ground, pig." When the slave was in position, Master confidently inserted the large plug up his slave's ass. It seemed to go in surprisingly easily. The work-pig responded, "Master, thank you, Master." "Now, I know from past experience that some of you are thinking I am heartless and cruel; that some of you are imagining the labor my work-pig does is pure drudgery; that I have somehow brainwashed my work-pig to answer my questions in the way it just did. But I will tell now that if you think such things, you are wrong. "A slave is not `broken' by its Master and made to begrudgingly carry out orders, not a real slave anyway, not one born for slavery. Rather, a slave is raised by its Master into exactly what the slave naturally is and yearns to become. A Master helps a slave, empowers it, and enables it to live in its purest form. I can no more force a slave into loving to do the work I need done than I can turn a bicycle into a space shuttle. The slave is merely doing what the slave loves doing, whether the slave loves the actual task or whether the slave loves being of service to its Master, or both. "My work-pig here. Yes, this is my beautiful pig. Some of you are now thinking, `Poor work-pig. It has to labor away all day long at boring and meaningless manual hard labor.' But that is not true. This particular work-pig had a degree in Agricultural Engineering before applying for its slavery with The Slave Center. It likes nothing more, is interested in little more, than all things related to its profession. So, being slave of Fresh and Natural Farms, this slave gets to spend its life occupied in the area it had already made its life profession. I am not forcing it to labor. I am enabling it to labor. I am ensuring that it labors exactly the way it wants to, and needs to, in order for it to be truly happy, without the distractions of other responsibilities or inclinations. I take care of certain things, and my slave takes care of certain things. It is an effective division of labor. "I own this slave. Make no mistake. I paid good money for it. But as its Master I have the responsibility to take care of it and allow it to live and grow as it truly is. I wouldn't buy a horse and keep it living a joyless life. I wouldn't buy a dog and keep it miserable. And I wouldn't buy a slave and break it out of its natural way of being. When I buy a slave I take the same responsibility I take when I buy anything, especially a living being. I use it as it is to be used, and I maintain it as it needs to be maintained. Responsible ownership. I can't accept anything less. If any of you out there are considering coming to work for me as an overseer, remember that. I expect responsible ownership and proper care-taking of slaves, always. "Labor, to my slave here, does include field work, lots of it, and hard labor, but this work-pig is also involved in the areas of agricultural design and research. With its expertise, this slave is helping Fresh and Natural Farms reach the forefront of agricultural production. "Some years ago, who ended the scare of worldwide famine due to the declining population of natural pollinators? Who figured out how to rather efficiently pollinate plants even if no bees are living in the area? A slave did that! Focused work, focused effort, unflagging determination, enabled, supported, required and strengthened, by the slave's master. My father did that, I am proud to say. It was one of his slave's that headed the breakthroughs in pollination. "See, what people who still oppose modern slavery need to understand is that Masters support, they don't oppress. Well, they may suppress unneeded desires and curtail options, but the main option curtailed is the option to fail. Everything is done in favor of the slave as the slave gives everything it is to its Master. It's a beautiful arrangement, and both benefit. 
"Sorry, I know I keep using masculine pronouns, but that is because I have a male slave here with me today. I have female slaves doing exactly the same type of work as this work-pig. "Again, my slaves are not so much forced to labor, but rather they have all other options stripped from them, options they do not really want anyway. That's why they applied for slavery with The Slave Center in the first place. Slaves need options, all the responsibilities of choice, taken away from them so that they can soar according to their innate abilities. I love to see them soar, and I feel lucky to own them. I will never let my slaves down. I will provide them with complete enslavement so that they can access things within them that, if they had to take responsibility for other life issues, they could not access and bring to the fore. I take over the responsibilities for the slave, so that the slave may be all that it can be, literally. "And my slaves relish their position as my property. They sought slavery out. They need the connection with a Master, they want the Master-slave intimacy. They sought to give all that they are to a Master who could take the responsibility for their lives, to give their lives meaning and purpose, and to satisfy what appears to be their innate need to be owned. I know I certainly feel I have an innate need to own. Some still call slavery ugly and immoral. I call it beautiful, when done correctly. "Thank you. That is all I have to say. Let's open this up to the question and answer period." Of the many questions Master Aaron fielded that day, here are the ones that seem to have been asked with the most concern. What do you do when a work-pig is ill? "Well, I am happy to say that with modern medicine being the way it is, my work-pigs rarely become ill. They lead very healthy lives. The common cold can be prevented these days, and we have the slaves vaccinated for all common viruses. So, they don't often get sick. But, when they do, they are examined by our own medical team and treated appropriately. I can't abide owning a work-pig that can't work. So, I use the best treatments available, give the necessary time to recover, and then the work-pig resumes its natural life. I have yet to have a problem with widespread illness among my herd. Oh, and by the way, my `medical team'? They are my slaves, too. I own several slaves that are not work-pigs, and a couple of them are medical professionals." Do you use the work-pigs for your own sexual pleasure? "I have discovered that work-pigs themselves don't need or even want what we call sex, and though they yearn to suck cock and even be fucked, these desires are just part of their deep need to serve and worship. So, I let them worship, mostly from a distance, as they don't need to have physical contact in order to worship. And I personally am not interested in fucking a work-pig, though some of my overseers are. And I let them. As I see it, the work-pig is not having sex, but rather the overseers are simply experiencing the benefit of their positions in authority. It is one of the perks of employment as an overseer at Fresh and Natural Farms. In other words, the sex, for the slave, is just one more form of service. My slaves worship my overseers as they do me, and they love to serve sexually. "I think, though, that for the work-pig, the need to experience the scent of its master is absolute. They need it. So, I, or one of my overseers, on a daily basis, give all my work-pigs short periods of access to a man's end-of-day armpits, crotch, feet, musky ass crack, and asshole. And the work-pigs love it. It satisfies them and rejuvenates them. I never use cologne or antiperspirant, nor do any of my overseers. I forbid it. My slaves need the natural smell and taste of their Masters. They love sweaty armpits, feet, crotch and ass. I wipe my ass, but I don't have to care very much about how clean it is back there. Work-pigs love to smell it and lick it up." You mentioned cages for sleeping. Can you please describe the sleeping conditions you provide for your work-pigs? "Of course, let me describe how I put them to bed, and how I wake them up and get them ready for their day of work. "The cages, or kennels, as I usually call them, are all in my barn. It is a modern barn, temperature-controlled and secured from the elements. Along one wall of the barn I have spaces 6 feet wide and 8 feet deep that are partitioned off with simple walls, just barriers, really, with cage bars on the front side. The slaves are placed in these each night, one to a kennel, not because I worry my work-pigs will run away, but because I know how valuable they are and that thieves would love to steal my slaves. Inside each kennel is an artificial bedding material, just this loose kind of fluffy material the work-pigs can burrow down into to make themselves comfortable. It kind of reminds me of having a hamster when I was a kid. "On the two sidewalls of the kennels are large images of my overseers, both in their work outfits and in the nude. On the back wall, is a life-sized image of myself, as I am their owner. I am in my Master Overseer uniform, which, like your Slave Center Mastery uniforms, is designed to convey my total authority. Then, on the parts of the three walls that are not covered with images of me or my overseers, there are hooks holding various mastery tools, like whips, canes, cuffs and such. So, my slaves, for every moment of their lives with me, even as they sleep, are totally encompassed in their slavery. There is never a moment in which they are able to experience anything but their total, absolutely complete, 100% slavery. And they love it. "Anyway, we don't just throw the slaves in a kennel and let them be. First, we attach their wrist restraints, which, as you can see by this work-pig, are permanent, to their collars in a position that is unobtrusive to a healthy sleeping position. Then, we cover their genitals so that they can't find a way to pleasure themselves. For the females, a simple clit hood does the trick. For the males, a larger device, also very much like a clit hood, goes over the penis and is secured to the band permanently installed at the base of the genitals. It leaves no way for a slave to pleasure itself, no way to rub up against anything. The penis-hood, as I call it, does not touch the penis much, cannot be removed, nor can the penis be extracted out of it, but a full erection is allowed. I believe it isn't healthy for them to be denied erections, which happen during the night for all males, and they'd lose sleep over the pain that a nighttime erection in a limiting device causes. "Plus, their erections are good for them, and for me. Erections remind them that they are happy and let them know they are experiencing their inner truths of who and what they are. A penis hood also lets the work-pigs know that they have no control over, nor responsibility for (which is a very important point), what are my penises anyway. I paid for them, I own them. There is no way for my slaves to provide any stimulus to the penis. If a slave cums in the night, it is either out of pure worship or sheer desperation to empty its balls, my balls, and either way is okay by me, just Mother Nature doing her thing. "And for an added sense of security, which I find slaves need and appreciate, we attach a 9-inch length of chain between each slave's ankle restraints. "So, all I have just described is the usual way my work-pigs sleep, but we do mix it up sometimes and attach wrist restraints to a ring in the wall rather than to their collars, or their ankles to walls in order to spread the legs rather than chaining them close together. Just so long as their limbs are not free to do anything but labor for me. I own those limbs for labor, and they do nothing else. The slaves like it, and it's good for them. "They don't have access to a toilet, but they are free to let go right where they are sleeping. I have a slave muck out the kennels daily. "All the kennels are monitored electronically all night long, so I know of all movements, lack of sleep issues, nightmares, whatever. I use constant monitoring of each slave's temperature, heart rate and blood pressure. I aim to keep my properties healthy and working! "So, that's how they sleep. Then, at 5:30 a.m. a Master Overseer comes in and rattles their cages, so to speak. All work-pigs must rise immediately. No slow risers. First, each work-pig, usually while still lying down, when the overseer is unlocking the kennel gate, must raise its ass in the air. The overseer comes in and gives at least one good, hard strike with his paddle or cane, right on the slave ass, or on the back of the thighs. That wakes them up and reminds them of who owns them. It's just, `Whack! Good morning, slave. How do you do!' Again, there is never a waking moment in which my work-pigs don't experience their slavery to me. And sometimes, if the overseer believes another strike or two is needed, he, or she, will give it. Or, if the overseer is finding it fun, another another strike or two is delivered. The slaves like it, and who doesn't love to see reddened slave asses? "After this `Good morning, slave, and welcome to your day' kind of greeting, the overseer unlocks the slave from its nighttime chains and locks. The slave then bows and thanks the overseer and moves on with the morning routine of breakfast, stretching, worship time, and taking care of any toilet needs. I find it an effective and efficient system, and one that national auditors on the treatment of slaves always give me clean approval of. The slaves get their full allotment of sleep, and I get work-pigs that are ready to work, all day, everyday. Do you ever consider cutting their work hours back? 12 hours a day seems like an awful lot. "Actually, I am thinking about increasing my slave work hours to 14 per day. I just need to make sure my pigs still have time for all they need everyday, like the yoga and stretching portion of the day, the medical check ups, the circle discussion time. I have already checked with my general manager, and he believes the work-pigs can work 14-hour days and still have 30 minutes in the morning to be fed, have a shortened morning worship time, and take care of any toilet needs. After a 14-hour work day, they would have yoga and stretching for 20 minutes, health check-ins, circle discussion time, and then still have time for their full evening worship of their master or overseer. We could get them into their kennels by 9:30, leaving 8 hours for sleep, till wake up time at 5:30. So, it is looking good to me to start 14-hour workdays soon. I bet my work-pigs will love it. They live to be of service. That's what satisfies their slave-piggy hearts. "Okay. That's all I have time for. Good day to you. Please remember to check out the Fresh and Natural Farms website to see if employment with us makes sense for you. Thank you for having me here. All the best to you in your studies. I will now get my slave back to its only function: to labor all day long, everyday of its life." "Master, thank you, Master," some could hear the work-pig mutter, with a sense of eagerness and relief, as if the work-pig seemed to be eager to get back to work. With that, Master Aaron put his hand on the shoulder of his still kneeling work-pig, and both faced the crowd of students as they began to leave the little auditorium. Master Hargrove soon came out and escorted them off the stage. Still in his seat, young Master Kevin was left in contemplative silence, his pouch bulging to its fullest. He was intrigued. Fresh and Natural Farms seemed to be offering employment in exactly the fields he was training in. Namely, agriculture and Mastery of Slaves. What was it Master Aaron had said? Kevin was trying to remember: "I am expanding operations and have already ordered an allotment of work-pigs from the SlaveCenter. When I order work-pigs, they don't necessarily come from this particular SlaveCenter. The LA SlaveCenter has yet to produce a work-pig to offer. The work-pigs are shipped from SlaveCenters around the country to form a coffle that fulfills my order. I have already placed an order for 6 more work-pigs, and it may take some time for that number of pigs to be ready for delivery." As Master Kevin wondered why the LA SlaveCenter had yet to produce a work-pig, something tugged at him from inside, some notion trying to tell him something, but he wasn't sure what. Master Kevin further remembered Master Aaron saying: "To prepare for the addition to my herd, I will be hiring soon for an overseer or two to fill positions created by this expansion. So, if any of you feel you may be what I need, please apply with us at Fresh and Natural Farms. You can find more information and apply online. With the presentation over, Master Kevin was breathing very deeply. His pouch held a bulging erection inside. Unlike some previous presentations, this one really hit home for Master Kevin. Perhaps he had some sort of deep and meaningful thoughts and revelations brewing in his brain, but at that moment all he could do was breathe deeply and say quietly to himself, "Yeah!" He looked over at Master Jeremy, who immediately returned his gaze. Jeremy's legs were spread, revealing some bare skin, covered in dark hair, and a pouch that could not be more full. He had a hand on that pouch and was bouncing it up and down a bit. He grinned at Master Kevin and said with great enthusiasm, "Fuck, yeah!" Most of the seats had already cleared, but Masters Kevin and Jeremy remained seated, still taking in what they had just witnessed. Up on the screen before them remained a still image of the work-pig as they had last seen it, doubled over and with its butt plug in place. Both looked at and enjoyed the view. Master Kevin continued to sit and breathe deeply. Master Jeremy, on the other hand, stood up, took the small whip from his belt, and threw it a few times, with an effective little snap, aiming right at the image of the work-pig. "Get to work, pig! Get to work. You know you love it!" He turned back toward Master Kevin and said, "Man, that's the job for me! I think I am going to have to apply." Master Kevin, who was not so animated and outgoing as Master Jeremy, replied, "I know that's the kind of job for me. I am going to have to research his company a bit and maybe apply." The next day, Master Kevin found himself writing an introduction of himself as part of his application for a position as Overseer on Fresh and Natural Farms. He wrote: "The penis responds to something, often an image or an idea, and it tries to tell the man some truth about himself, something he needs to be aware of, to process, and maybe to come to terms with and accept. My penis tells me that I am a Master and that I need to work with slaves, perhaps even work-pigs. If ones work gives one an erection, and that erection corresponds to ones truth and love, or sense of bliss in life, then work equals love. To be a Master is love. To be a slave is love." Master Kevin could hardly believe he was writing such drivel, but he wasn't sure he didn't actually find truth in it. Master Kevin submitted his application to Fresh and Natural Farms. Then, he went into his bathroom, disrobed completely, and looked at himself in the mirror. He thought again about Master Aaron's presentation and all the thoughts and feelings it triggered. "Yeah!" he said aloud, and began to jack off. "I sure hope I get that job." Fresh and Natural Farms, here he cums!

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Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2024 23:31:31 +0000 (UTC) From: "[email protected]" Subject: Trained to be a submissive spouse - installment 8 Somehow, the story of what had happened to steve on the beach got around. He didn't know if Miller told people (he doubted it), but Miller would dress him in a harness and take steve to a leather bar, and the bartender would inevitably ask if he wanted a "sex on the beach." One of his clients gave him a photo of the Beach Boys, etc. Steve tried to roll with it, but his complexion was so fair, any blushing showed up. Steve only lost his temper about it once: that's when Jeff showed up at the clinic one day and asked, in a joking manner: "So, how much seed got spilled on the sand?" Even though there were other clients in the clinic, steve bellowed: "GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, YOU BASTARD. YOU'RE THE REASON I'M IN THIS POSITION." Jeff gave a leer and answered "Yeah, I know the position you mean. Underneath Miller. Ha ha." Fact is, steve was on edge for a few reasons. The calendar was moving forward and in less than a month, he and Miller would be heading back up to the manor for the follow up meeting with Miller's group. That would be the one where Miller would assert his final claim to steve, and then, in the eyes of most, he'd be Miller's property, and expected to serve as his submissive spouse. He heard the expression "man-wife" from someone and hated it. It seemed much more final and, well, "physical." Steve held on to the idea that he was far from submissive. The only person he was submissive to was Miller. Miller made sure this was clear when they went to the bars. The first time they went, Miller had dressed steve head to foot in leather. He kept a leash attached to steve's collar, and led steve from place to place as if he were a pet, he was training. Then, one day when steve came home, Miller had a bright white leather harness. "Change into it, stevie. We'll get final adjustments from the shop." Steve had seen guys in leather harnesses when they went out, but they were always black, and guys as big as he was, were always the ones in charge. "Yes, Sir," he sighed, and changed into the harness. Miller smiled broadly. "Oh, yes! Absolutely. A nip here, a tuck there, and an accessory like...this." He pulled out an armband he had made steve wear before. "And either jeans or your chaps. MMMM." He stepped behind steve and gently pulled his hands behind his back. He whispered "there's an eye hook on the back of your collar, stevie. I can tie your wrists, attach the lead to the collar, and keep you immobile all night. Then, I can just do something like this..." He reached around and thumbed steve's left nipple. Steve sucked in his breath and moaned. Miller played with his nipples every day, whether he was doing something else or not. The regular play had made them more sensitive. His right nip, with the piercing, was so sensitive that he would moan if the fabric on a shirt brushed against it too hard. He could feel Miller's free hand cupping his ass. He squeezed both of steve's cheeks, and steve knew enough to spread his legs: Miller reached between them and fondled steve's balls. More moaning came out of steve's mouth. He had a sense of frustration: every day after he left for the clinic, he told himself that he was NOT going to give Miller the satisfaction of knowing how easily he could control him, and every day, Miller demolished those thoughts. As Miller fondled his balls, steve thought about vet school when he had taken a required class on farm animals: how the instructor had made them all feel the testicles of different bulls to learn how to tell which ones might become good breeding stock. Steve knew, though, that he was not destined for any breeding. He had tried to bring up the issue with Miller. He said something like "Sir, I understand my role but, I was always straight before you and, well, I'm really horny for a night with a chick." Miller grinned. "Is that right, stevie? You're wondering if you could get a night to play straight boy?" "Just one, Sir?" Miller had leaned into steve's ear and whispered "No." When steve sighed in frustration Miller said "on second thought, I could agree to that on one condition: if you do that, I tell 20 people about how easy it is to control you through your nipples. Ready to pay that price?" This time the sigh was deeper "No, Sir." "Good. Then, why don't we put this silly idea to rest. On the bed. I think a good solid dose of Man Cock is what you need." Steve found himself in the usual position, his wrists spread and bound to the bed corners, his legs up in the air, and Miller's long dick filling him. Steve groaned every time Miller flexed his glutes: it just got his cock into steve deeper, and deeper. But that was the past. As if to torment him, Miller had a calendar up with different dates carrying messages like: "choose outfits. Pack restraints. Complete shave. Load car." It was coming, and steve knew it. He seemed resigned to it: every single escape attempt had been thwarted, and now that everyone in town seemed to know about the beach vacation, he couldn't count on any support from anyone else, unless he agreed to become another man's sub. Several guys had made that clear to him: any time he was tired of being dominated by Miller; they'd be happy to replace him. Steve knew that even that possibility would be gone after the second visit to the manor. Steve was so convinced that things were hopeless, that when Miller told him one day that he had to be out of town for three nights on a business trip, steve didn't even entertain any thoughts of doing anything amiss. "I think I can trust you stevie," Miller told him before adding "and in any event there are enough people who'll tell me where you are that I'll find you. I don't even think I need to keep you caged." That surprised steve. "Yeah, you can fantasize about anything you want over those three days, big man. Think about fucking whatever girls are still in your head, I can't control that. And in any event, in just a little while, I won't have to worry: your submission will be totally complete. I can't wait." Miller always kept a hand on steve's right pec when they slept: if he were feeling particularly aroused at night, he'd play with the nip, sometimes gently moving the piercing bar. When steve began to moan, he'd whisper "roll over, sub stud," telling steve whether he should get on his belly or his back. He'd push steve's legs apart and tear into him, growling things like "YOU LIKE THAT, BOTTOM? YOU LIKE COCK UP YOUR ASS, FUCKING BITCH?" Sometimes steve didn't answer, but there were times where he couldn't help himself, and he'd moan "YES SIR, YES SIR. FUCK MEEEEE." He'd think about that for about a day after it happened: "why did I give him the fucking satisfaction?" He didn't understand it. And then, the night before Miller's trip, he began to see what was going on. Miller had gotten very hard after they went to bed: steve could feel his dick against his back. He had one hand on steve's nip as always, and his other hand pinned steve's wrists down, above his head. He began working on the tit bar. "You keep on insisting you're straight, stevie. Let me ask you something: any woman ever make you as excited as I do?" He let go of the bar and ran his nail against the edge of the nipple. Steve began to quiver. He heard the question, but he didn't answer. Miller persisted with his finger. "Well, fuck toy? I bet your cock is thick and hard in that cage. Has anyone ever made it that hard? That thick?" Steve didn't want to tell the truth. Again, he didn't answer. He heard Miller chuckle, and then he felt the tip of his pec squeezed firmly. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH" came out of his mouth. "NO, Sir. No. Never. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH." "And you never will, stevie. Because you know what? You were meant to be my BITCH. It was just a matter of time." He let go of steve's nipple and grabbed the chastity cage. "I bet if this were off, you'd shoot right across the bedroom." He ran his tongue along steve's ear, and steve groaned before answering "Yes, Sir. You're right." Heh, heh" was Miller's response. "You don't even really NEED your dick anymore stevie. All you need are your nerve endings, and someone who knows how to work them. And that someone...is me." By that point, Miller had shoved his dick in between steve's thighs, and he shot a load. Again, steve thought hard about why he wanted that load in his mouth or his ass. "It'll just give you something to think about, stevie," Miller reminded him the next morning, as he was finishing up his packing. "Remember: I'm trusting you. Don't make me regret it." "No, Sir. You won't." And it was, in fact, steve's plan to do exactly what Miller had told him to do, and to avoid what he told him to avoid. He didn't want to risk the consequences. And then, when he got to the clinic that morning and got to work, who walked in but Jeff. Steve tried to keep calm. "I THOUGHT I told you not to come back here!" It was before the first client of the day, so steve didn't modulate his voice. "I know, but steve, dude, you know, I feel like shit that I got you in so much deep trouble. I mean, we used to be friends and..." "And then you sold my ass to some rich bastard who thinks I'm his fucking spouse." "Dud, I swear. I had no idea. I told you: I thought he just wanted one night with you, maybe a blow job, some heavy kissing but... " Steve saw that Jeff was staring at the outline of the tit bar through his shirt. Every item of clothing he owned was so tight that something like that was going to show. "You want one of them, Jeff? I can arrange for it. I'll tell Miller -- excuse me, SIR Miller, that there's another straight guy who'd love to have his nips made so sensitive that he's helpless when they're touched." Steve regretted saying what he had. He knew Jeff couldn't keep a secret and now, he didn't have to worry about whether or not Miller told anyone. He DID have to worry whether Jeff had any friends who'd be interested. He also regretted saying it because his cock, unlocked, had suddenly begun to get hard. Jeff looked down. "I don't know if I should say this, but, ok, I will. I want to try to help you, steve." Steve began to laugh. "GET OUT. JUST GET OUT." Jeff shrugged his shoulders. "You know, I came by because I saw Miller leave this morning with a suitcase. When you weren't there, I figured you'd be alone." He looked at steve. "You want to go out to some straight bar or something tonight? Maybe go home with some chick?" Steve folded his arms. He knew what was going on. When they hung out, women always went for steve. He had his pick. Jeff, on the other hand, usually got ignored. But if the woman Steve picked had a friend with her, he would say something like "I really don't want my friend to be alone," and soon, there'd be a double date. "Still can't get laid, huh Jeff?" Steve shook his head. "You figured you'd use me to try to get you some sloppy seconds tonight?" Jeff grinned. "It was worth a try, Steve. I remember how much you used to love cruising for a hot lady, or even two. Remember the time you fucked the one while she blew me?" Steve did. And his cock got hard again. He knew he was playing with fire by doing something like this. (What he did NOT know was that Jeff had been betting with Miller's associates again, and he was deeply in debt. Miller had promised to forgive the debt if Jeff would help him "test" Steve). "I'll think about it. Come back this afternoon. You know Sir Miller has spies everywhere, and I'll need to report to him. It may not be worth it." Jeff could see that Steve's resolve was crumbling. "When's the second part of making you his spouse, Steve? After that happens..." "I said, come back this afternoon. I'll think about it." Steve couldn't focus for the rest of the morning. By blabbing to Jeff, he knew he had taken away the advantage that Miller had with his nipple secret. "Every cloud has a silver lining," he thought bitterly. Jeff had also made a very good point: once the contract was complete, there was going to be NO chance for Steve to try to sleep with a woman again -- unless Miller threw him out, which he might just do if he found out that his sub had gone behind his back and slept with a woman. The trip to the manor was about two weeks away. "Now or never" he thought, and when Jeff came back late that afternoon, he told him "Ok. ONE night. That's it. She can't come to MY place -- Miller will smell it right away." Jeff began to think. "Maybe a brothel would be better, Steve." Steve laughed. "Yeah, it MIGHT be if Miller didn't control all my money." He pulled out his wallet. There was 100.00 in it. "That's it. It's got to last the weekend. Credit cards, that's a laugh. All cut in half and in the trash." That's when Jeff pulled out a roll of 100-dollar bills. It was money that was supposed to go to Miller's associates, but with the scheming he had been doing. "My treat tonight, Steve. Treat it like a sailor going off to sea." "Well, in a lot of ways, it is. And you know what Jeff? You fucking OWE me." As he drove to his meetings, Miller thought about what future he wanted with steve. He relished the idea that he had broken steve -- more than once -- and he loved watching steve's reluctance as this former straight hunk became more and more of his bottom. He wondered about resentment: would it help make steve more compliant if he gave him a little more freedom? For example, could he give him a night, once a month, to "cat around" as his parents used to call it. It might be worth it: he could exact something from steve. He'd have to think about that. He adjusted himself in the car. Thinking about this big guy whom he kept in line was just so damn hot. He was sure that if anyone else tried to subdue him, they'd be unsuccessful. He had to keep it that way. His car phone rang. He saw it was Cyrus. He turned on the headphones as he drove. "CY. What's up?" "Miller, I think you may regret going away on that trip." Miller was puzzled. "HUH? How do you know I'm on a trip?" "Well, word gets around. Your boy -- he's hanging out with that skank Jeff." Miller laughed. "Don't worry. I paid Jeff to keep an eye on him." Cyrus answered "Yeah? Does that mean taking him out to a whore house?" "WHAT?" Miller lost control of his voice. "Uh huh. Seems like your `secret agent' decided he needed a wingman, so he and steve headed to Rosies. Been there for a few hours." "SONOFABITCH" Miller muttered. "Oh, yeah, one other thing. I don't know how much detail is out and about, but a story's going around that you broke him by using some kind of secret hold on his tits." Miller tried to collect his thoughts. "Well, what can I say? I screwed up. I thought about taking him with me to these meetings, and keeping him locked up in my hotel room, but I didn't want the staff to get suspicious. I should've done AirB&B or something and kept him locked up that way." "Miller, you want me to do anything?" Cyrus asked. For a minute, Miller thought about it. He considered turning around and going back home. "You know, people talk so much that I think I'm just gonna let him get himself in as much trouble as he can. This straight boy is gonna wind up wishing he never thought of a woman in his life when I get through with him." "Miller, I need to ask. Are you still going to go through with the ceremony with him?" "OH YES, OF COURSE. In fact, I wish we could push it up, because it would give me a chance to make sure he understands his future a little bit sooner. I'll take care of this when I'm back. Thank you, Cyrus. You're the best." When he ended the call, Miller cursed out loud. Then, he began to think. "I thought he was smarter than this. Well, it's ok." He laughed. "I didn't beak him because we could discuss the theory of relativity. It'll all be fine." Steve and Jeff visited three brothels that night. Steve hadn't been given permission to cum for a few days, so he was loaded. He laughed after the second whore, because the condom he was wearing overfilled, and he had to pull it out to keep her safe. "Too bad," he laughed. "A bunch of little steves is a sweet idea." The lady smiled. "There would be nothing little about your children." He slept late the next day, and that sleep was not peaceful. He kept on dreaming about Miller, and what would happen if Miller found out. The dreams continued on the second night, when he stayed in. Thinking about his punishment got him so excited, Steve jerked off into a handkerchief. He gagged himself with it, thinking "it doesn't taste as good as Miller's." He thought about trying to tie himself up, but he was concerned he'd do it wrong. His phone rang. It was Miller. "Yes, Sir? Is your trip going well?" Miller sighed. "It's been a little frustrating, steve. And you know, I realize I should've taken you with me. By the way, are you behaving yourself?" Steve blushed as he lied and answered "Yes, Sir." "Well, good. Knowing I can trust you is important to me. Anyhow, I'm going to try to come back a little early: I don't know HOW early, but it will be early. I hope you'll be glad to see me back." "Definitely, Sir. I'll be ready." "Oh, I doubt that" Miller thought, but said "you know how I like you to look. Make sure you dress to please me. Hmm. How about one of those new, light blue short sleeve dress shirts -- the ones that are REALLY tight -- and some chinos. Oh, one other thing, stevie. I haven't jerked off since I left so, I am gonna dump a load in you like I haven't yet." "Yes, Sir," steve answered. He couldn't bring himself to say, "looking forward to it." Miller saw steve sitting in a chair in the living room when he came through the door. He had been considering how to handle things as he drove back home, and he had a plan. Steve looked absolutely delectable, and this would make things easier. The short sleeves barely held in steve's biceps, and the rest of his shirt seemed to be just barely holding him in. His pants were snug, and Miller noticed that he did not have a bulge. "Welcome home, Sir," steve got up and stood in submissive position: his hands behind his back, his legs spread and his chest out. He expected that Miller would immediately go for his nipples, but he didn't. He did stand very close to steve "Did you miss me?" steve gulped and smiled. "Very much, Sir. The bed felt very empty." Miller answered "Well, that's about to change. Remember what I told you about my not jerking off?" Steve began to sweat a little. How hard a fuck was he in for? "I do, Sir." "Well, I have an idea for something fun. Now, why don't you just go and lie on the bed? I'm going to be right in." "Yes, Sir" steve answered, and went back. He was scared: he had a feeling Miller had found out about the brothel trip, but he was also excited. The thought that he had, which was that no one got him as aroused as Miller did, stuck with him after he had tricked with the whores. Now he began to get hard. Miller came into the bedroom. He bent down and slowly opened the buttons on steve's shirt. "I wanted to play a little game with you, steve. I have a gift for you -- I thought of it on the trip- but you have to earn it. And this is how you will: I'm gonna try to keep you pinned down for half an hour, or until you give up. If you knock me off, you get the gift. On the other hand, if you lose, you have to answer a question for me, truthfully." Steve now KNEW that Miller was aware of what he had done. "Sir, that's not a fair game. You know all you have to do is grab my tits and I'm helpless. I'll give up in five minutes." Miller smiled. "Well, let's say your nips are off limits for the first part of this game. We have a deal? "It's a deal," steve answered, still dubious about this. "LETS GO, SUB BOY." Miller threw himself on top of steve, and steve began to resist. Miller was laughing and so was steve: like two young boys wrestling. Miller kept his hands away from steve's nips, but steve couldn't displace him. He squirmed, and he struggled. He tried to twist away and then to buck Miller off him, but it wasn't working. Miller had steve's wrists pinned down to the bed and steve tried to use his strength to push them off. Miller laughed, pushed them back on the bed and teased "that all you got, bottom boy?" "FUCK THAT, SIR" steve yelled, and began to writhe and squirm even more. It wasn't doing much good, and he was getting tired, and running out of breath. Miller obviously knew it, and he began to hook steve's arms and legs, twist them into odd positions, anything to get him more tired. Steve stopped struggling. He gasped for breath. "You win, Sir." Miller saw the wet spot on the khakis. "Looks like I should've kept you locked up during this trip. That's no good." "I'm sorry, Sir" was steve's answer. "Well, I guess you can't have your gift. Too bad. I think it's something you'd like, stevie. See, I was gonna let you have one night a month to go and cat around, even fuck a woman or two or three. But you lost. And now, I claim my prize." His fingers hovered over steve's nipples. "Tell me the truth. Did you cheat on me while I was gone?" Steve blushed red. "No, Sir." "I think you're lying," Miller answered, as he began to toy with steve's nipples. The moans started very quickly, and when Miller started playing with the piercing bar, they got louder. "You gonna tell me the truth?" "I did, Sir. I didn't do anything with women." Miller increased the pressure and steve muttered "oh, fuck." "How about I finger the right one, and chew the left one, stevie? Last chance. VERY last chance." His scruff touched steve's left nipple. "YES SIR. YES SIR. I CHEATED. I'M SORRY. I LIED TO YOU I LIED. I FUCKED TWO CHICKS. JEFF TALKED ME INTO IT." "Oh. Your Master `Jeff,' the man who defeated you twice? Or the man who sold you out to your DOM. Which one?" Teeth closed around steve's left nipple. "NO, SIR. I DISOBEYED. I NEED PUNISHMENT. I DO. I'M SORRY." Miller stood up and began working on the sides of steve's nipples. "I think I'll just keep doing this until I hear you yell "FUCK ME SIR. FUCK YOUR SUB BITCH." "Oh, that's not gonna happen," steve thought, and then the nerve endings started firing. He had cum in his pants, but he was getting hard again, thinking about Miller's dick. He couldn't get out of reach of Miller's fingers. And he felt somehow that he shouldn't. "FUCK ME, SIR. PLEASE. FUCK YOUR WORTHLESS BITCH. FUCK ME HARD." Miller smiled. He pulled down steve's pants, and he laughed. Steve was wearing a thong. He knew where they'd wind up. Miller ran his finger around steve's hole, stimulating him even more. Good Lord, stevie, you're gonna cum twice in half an hour. IF I let you." He dropped his own pants and soon, he was pounding steve's ass harder than he had in a long time. He continued to work steve's nipples and ordered him "KEEP YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM YOUR COCK." The moans coming out of steve's mouth were more pleasure than pain, and Miller was relishing re-establishing control over this man. He finished with one, huge thrust ending in an explosion of three days' worth of jizz. For the first time since Miller had taken him, steve smiled after the fucking. "Thank you, Sir," he whispered. "I won't cheat on you again. Ever."

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Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2023 23:06:36 +0000 (UTC) From: "[email protected]" Subject: Trained to be a submissive spouse - installment 6 "Well, I think that was a whole lot of fun, didn't you, stevie?" Miller had just pulled steve into their bedroom, after a night in the common room with the other men. He had his finger linked through one of the loops of steve's jeans. Just as he had been when they left the room, steve's wrists were tied behind his back, and he had a plug gag in his mouth. New were the collar with the lock on it, and the black ring on his finger. He didn't answer Miller, and in response, Miller just smiled. "Point em out, stevie." Steve sighed. He didn't want to, but he knew that a good solid smack to his caged dick would follow if he didn't. As he complied, Miller began running his fingers back and forth, ever so gently, where steve's nipples pointed out on his shirt. Steve began to moan. "I think I can say two things for certain, stevie. One: you're glad I didn't show anyone how I keep you in line, huh?" Steve closed his eyes. It was true. A couple of the men had asked that question in different ways: "how'd you get him to give up? Looks like a top to me. How'd you flip him," stuff like that. Miller had kept silent. Now, he just kept up the playing with steve's nipples. "Because if I did, let me be honest with you, stevie. You'd never spend another night of your life when you weren't on your back with your legs in the air." Then he laughed. "Of course, that's a real possibility now, but at least it'll be only one dick in you." "mmmmmmmmmmmmmph," steve couldn't help moaning. "And number two: you wish I didn't know about this weakness." He stopped for a minute, and steve meekly shook his head yes. Then Miller started again. "But I do. And so many more. " He paused. "AH, so fucking great. Every man is jealous, and you're mine, aren't you, stud muffin?" Steve tried to avoid more nipple torture by shaking his head right away, but it didn't stop Miller who then said "Get on your knees. I'm fucking rock hard, and I don't have time to get ready to fuck you before I blow a load." It had all happened after steve had surrendered. Miller had led him back to their rooms, and then had picked out a pair of tight jeans, and a snug fitting shirt. "Time for everyone to know. It's the ceremony I told you about." Steve had looked at Miller pleadingly. Miller only laughed. "If you keep yourself in line, stevie, and remember that I'm in charge, this won't be too bad. In fact...you may actually enjoy it." Miller had then ordered steve to put his hands behind his back, and he bound them. "Open your mouth," he ordered, and the gag went in. Then, holding steve's left bicep, he led him down the staircase to the main room. Not everyone was there, but a few guys were. They began to talk, and the talk increased as Miller announced "I have a submission. We'll complete the ceremony tonight." A couple of the men went off, told others and soon, everyone was in the common area. Miller had taken a chair and had steve kneel beside him. "Put down your head, stevie. You'll bring it back up when I say you can." Steve was angry, scared and also curious as to what was going to happen. He felt Miller's fingers dig into his armpit and tickle him gently. He whispered, "I am SO going to enjoy continuing your training." "So, Master Miller: you say you have a new sub?" It was one of the taller men there: steve thought he had heard him referred to as Master Eric. He had a thick moustache, thinning hair, and a very steely gaze. "I do." He put his hand on the back of steve's neck and pulled up his head. "Don't I, stevie? Aren't you my sub now?" There were tears in steve's eyes, but he shook his head yes." "Very nice performative stuff, Master Miller, but we need to hear it." "Agreed. I'll remove the gag." Steve felt the gag come out of his mouth. He tried to get his lips and tongue moistened. "I see there'll still be need for training," Master Eric stated, "IF the submission is valid." He looked at steve. "You will have to learn to thank Master Miller when he releases you from some sort of torture. Otherwise, the next round of torment will be more severe." Miller said nothing, but he grinned. Steve answered. "I understand, Sir. I have much to learn." "Perhaps you do, perhaps you don't. Do you submit to Master Miller?" Steve caught a sob in his chest. "Yes, Master Eric. I do." There was some humming around the room. Now, Eric addressed Miller. "You've chosen a monumental task, Miller. Your new sub does not look like most subs, and I suspect that his spirit is unlike them as well. You have your work cut out for you." "Understood. I hope that we will be able to return in a year and the submission will be complete, and I will take steve as my spouse. My submissive spouse." Steve saw Eric smile. Most of the other men -- all of the DOMS -- were smiling as well. "He has to sign the agreement." "Understood. If one of the scribe subs would bring it." Eric looked at one of the young, thin men standing around, shirtless and hairless. He hurried back with the document. "Sub steve, you have to sign this to agree to abide by Master Miller's rules. I'm sure that Master Miller has some ways of keeping you in control that you would hope others did not learn. Bear in mind that if Master Miller determines you've violated this trust, he will reveal that information to all gathered here, and at some point, you WILL become a DOM's sub. Signing this document commits you to Master Miller for six months. Do you understand?" In a week voice, steve answered: "I do, Master Eric." He saw the smile. He was handed a pen. "Sign." His hand was shaking, but steve did. There was a loud round of applause and cheers. "Time for the collar," Master Eric continued. Miller had it in his pocket. "Bow your head steve," he said in a commanding voice. "Yes, Sir" steve replied. He felt the cold metal chain around his neck. It fit snugly. He could just see the small lock at the bottom. "Now the ring." For this, Cyrus came forward. He gave an evil leer to steve before he handed Miller the ring. Steve gasped when he saw the small, sharp knife in Cyrus' hands. "Unbound for now but bound thereafter." He cut the ropes and ordered steve to give Miller his right hand. Miller took it, and steve saw the onyx band go down his finger. "There is just one more step to complete," Eric spoke again. "And that is the farewell to topping. The house subs have drawn the lots. Zak shall be his farewell." A red-haired young man, shaven, came forward. He stood in front of steve. "I am honored to be your last, Steve. I only ask that you... hurt me. As much as you can." He began to strip. "Master Miller, time to strip your sub." "Stand, steve. I need to get to work." "Sir, I don't understand." Miller thwacked himself on the head. "AH, that's right. I had forgotten. You were straight. You've never had a boy's ass, have you?" "No Sir," steve reddened as he heard the laughing. "Not to worry. Zak is very experienced with beginners. At least, that's what his ad said before he, ahem, came to work for us." Miller hadn't unlocked steve's cage before this. He did now. Exposed, naked, steve's dick shot out in front of him, to the delight of all. Zak stepped forward. He took his hand. "Come with me, handsome. I'll make your first and last as memorable as anyone could imagine." "And as Master, I will be present to watch." Miller followed as Zak led steve to one of the cubicles at the side of the main room. "Just remember what your Master does to you. For now, Steve, you are the Master." He shut the door. It was just under two hours later that Miller, zak and steve left the room. Miller and retied steve's wrists but he hadn't locked the cage back on his dick yet. Instead, he was leading steve back into the main room by his semi-hard cock. Zak had been right: he knew what he was doing and the horny, straight man that had been steve had now fucked his first and only "boy pussy" as zak called it while they were going at it. Miller had gotten aroused, but he controlled himself: he wanted steve for himself, later. Right now, he was enjoying the bright red blushing from steve as they walked back into the room. Zak had a loud voice, and everyone could hear him telling the other house subs about what a waste it was going to be that steve would be bottoming and not topping. "How Master Miller gets that cock in a cage, I don't know," he giggled. When steve was getting dressed again, he came by: "Master Miller: if you ever feel a need to let your boy exercise his member, please give me a call. " He looked at steve. "If you're half as good a bottom as you were a top tonight, steve, I think Master Miller is never going to let you go." "You got that right," Miller told Zak. So, gentlemen, let's talk. I need some advice about my boy. Thoughts on piercing, tattoos, should I let his hair grow back, how long do you keep your boys locked before you drain them, the whole nine yards." "Or, nine inches," Zak quipped. When he saw mouths drop, he said "No, it wasn't that much. Maybe 7. Lucky 7," which only made steve blush more. He could hear the rest of the DOMS giving advice to Miller, but he just tuned out. He had nothing to say about this. Instead, sitting at Miller's feet with his hands tied in front of him now, he tried to enjoy the massage Miller was giving his shoulders and neck. Every now and then, Miller dropped his head so that his beard tickled steve's ear, and steve just shivered. Now, back in their bedroom, steve was kneeling in front of Miller, who had unzipped his pants and showed a very stiff cock. The gag came out of steve's mouth. "Time for some practice stevie. And remember what you were taught tonight. Failure to thank for anything you get -- ANYTHING -- may mean punishment." "Yes, Sir," steve closed his eyes and, before he swallowed Miller's cock he said, "Thank you, Sir." As he slurped, Miller ran through his plans, and what he would do next. Just about everyone agreed that he should let steve's hair grow back on his head but keep him smooth on the rest of his body. Miller agreed with that. Most of the guys thought that steve definitely should be pierced, and there were some who thought a tattoo would be better. Some voted for both. Normally, Miller would have had no qualms about having steve pierced: right nipple, right through the middle. He hesitated about this, though because of what he knew about steve's nips. If he pierced the right one, would he spoil the sensitivity? Of course, he wouldn't know unless he DID have steve pierced. He didn't want that risk. Instead, he made a mental note: speak to the DOMS who had had the taint of their subs pierced. He smiled as he thought about that, and his dick got bigger, and bigger. He could hear steve fighting to subdue his gag reflex, and he pushed harder and faster, to make sure that steve knew who was in charge. "SWALLOW IT ALL BITCH BOY. SWALLOW IT. EVERY LAST DROP." "MMMMMMMMMMMMPH" came the response as Miller unloaded into steve's throat. "I don't know if I enjoy fucking your ass or your throat more, steve." Miller smiled. Actually, I do. It's your ass. But I got no more juice left." Then he looked at steve. "Did you forget to thank me for my load, sub boy?" "OH SIR, I'm sorry. I didn't know I should thank you for that too." "Well, did I give you something? Did I give you my load?" "Gulp. Yes sir." "Well, time for a little payback for your forgetfulness. I think half hour of tickling will be fine. Get on your belly. NOW." "Yes, Sir," steve answered. He hated the tickling the most, and Miller knew it. He felt Miller's light touch over the back of his knees and began to laugh. "Like that, stevie." "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHHA. No Sir. But thank you Sir." "You don't like it? Well, maybe you like this better." His fingers went to steve's pits. Steve began to howl. "AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA. OH GOD, I CAN'T BREATHE SIR." "Well, maybe...." He rolled steve over, and now he worked on his ribs, and his navel. Steve continued to shriek until Miller stopped. "Here's what happens now, steve. We'll be leaving here tomorrow. We've had our members who have veterinary training covering for your practice. You'll go back after I move you in with me. And then, your probation starts. Keep in mind, if at any point you make me regret my decision, all of what I know about you goes back to the collective, and then... you'll be hunted for the rest of your life." Steve thought about that. He didn't much care for the thought. "I know you surrendered, but I also know you're not broken, steve. The next six months are about breaking you. And your training will be intensive. Trust me: VERY intensive. " "Thank you, Sir" steve answered. Miller looked at him with approval. "That was the most submissive thing you've said since we started. Now, we're going to get ready for bed and we'll leave tomorrow. Early if I'm not in the mood, a bit later if I feel like fucking you. And I think I will." The next morning, Miller was indeed in the mood to fuck his new sub. He rolled steve onto his back and then restrained his wrists. He pushed steve's legs in the air and took his ass. As he was grinding into steve, he heard him moan "thank you, Sir," but then the moans took on a different tone. Miller stopped. He moved his cock ever so slightly, and the moans started up again. He laughed. "Well, well, well, looks like we found stevie's prostate gland. Oh, stevie, you are going to be SO upset that I did. " He smiled and rubbed his cock head back and forth over the spot. "Like how that feels, boy?" Steve couldn't answer: he was moaning too much. When Miller began working on his nipples too, he thought he'd explode. He felt a gush but didn't see anything. He was puzzled: he was locked up nice and solid but...what had happened? "My boy just had his first prostate orgasm. You'll be horny again really quickly, sub, but for now, know I have just unearthed YET ANOTHER way of keeping you in line. And you came before I did, so...." Miller began driving deeply into steve and then finally.... The explosion. His jizz filling steve's ass. "I'm gonna let you clean out before we leave, stevie, but I got another surprise for you. Go get yourself ready. Travel day." "Yes, Sir," steve answered. He got himself as clean as he could in the shower. Before he got dressed, Miller inserted a small plug into his ass. Steve didn't see Miller do anything, but he felt a jolt: as if Miller were pushing inside of him. "Keeps you honest, boy. While we drive. I can't stop and fuck you whenever I want, but with this little gadget, you'll think I did." Miller enjoyed using it all the way back to the city. Steve noted that Miller had been right about the effect of the prostate orgasm ending quickly. That and the periodic jolts from the plug left him almost totally helpless. Still, he began to think: how could he get himself out of this?

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Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2023 18:43:15 +0000 (UTC) From: "[email protected]" Subject: Trained to be a submissive spouse - installment 3 "WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?" ran through Steve's head. "I offered to fucking LOAD THE TRUNK? WHY AM I MAKING THIS EASIER?" After the trunk was loaded with the bags, Miller turned to him with a grin. "Guess the trunk's full. I COULD lay you out in the back seat, but up front is where you'll sit. IF you mind your manners. Remember, Steve, I could gag you, blindfold you, throw you in the back and you'd be REAL uncomfortable." He wasn't really comfortable now. When they had loaded up the bags, Miller had pulled out a set of manacles that looked like the kind you see in prison movies: two shackles for ankles and two for wrists. "Proper accessories for a journey?" Miller had laughed. Steve had backed up right into Caleb's bear hug. "No way out of this, handsome. You just calm down. "ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH" yelled Steve, with no one around to hear him. "Kick me and you'll regret it. Trust me. I work on a very simple system of reward and punishment, Steve. I beat the crap out of you once, don't make me do it again. Put out your wrists." Feeling like he didn't have any choice, Steve extended his arms while Miller locked the wrist and ankle manacles on him. "Now let's get you up riding shotgun." He shook Caleb's hand. "As always, thanks for everything C-man. Next time I know about someone who's your type, I'll be in touch." Caleb smiled. "Thanks for looking after me, Mr. Miller," he joked. He stared at Steve. "You've got a bit of a scheming mind set. I can tell. Let me just advise you: if you thought about it, straight boy, your husband to be has thought about it already and has a plan. Simply put, you're fucked. In a good way too." Steve muttered something neither of the men heard, as Miller got into the drivers' seat. "Can you tell me what the fuck this is all about?" Steve asked as they started moving. "I keep on hearing `husband' and `spouse' and `submission' and I seem to be getting tied up a lot. What the fuck is this? Where are we going? What are you doing to me?" "ALL good questions, handsome. I'll start explaining. Where are we going? It's sort of a resort for men with particular interests. Doms take their subs their to train them, or sometimes they send them to be trained by a Dom who's a specialist in something they want. We're going because my personal training space is not nearly as elaborate as theirs, and I LOVE their selection of toys and gadgets. Think home gym versus an elite one." Steve thought about that for a minute. "So, you're planning to train me to be your sub? HA HA. Good luck with that." He saw Miller's lips flinch. "More than a sub, Steve. After I train you the way I want you trained, I'll name you as my spouse and then..." there was no traffic, so he took his hand off the wheel and patted Steve's thigh. "I'll have a claim to you." "I think you're fucking crazy, man. You can't do that to people." Miller laughed. "Oh, yes, I can. Wait till we get there. I don't know how crowded it's going to be, but you'll meet a whole lot of guys in our position. Or rather, our position to be." He paused. "You know, one of the things I realized some time ago is that I think I love training much more than I enjoy domination. Let's see if that's true again. I think it may not be. I suspect that I made the perfect choice when I told your friend he had to turn you over to me." Steve moved in his wrist shackles but gave up. "What would've happened if he didn't do what you wanted? Or if I failed to pass muster?" "Well..., let's just say there would have been someone in the trunk of that care we abandoned. He MIGHT have gotten out, but I don't think so. Too much of a wimp. I'd be more likely to think you'd figure it out, but now, I don't have to. Instead, I have to figure out what I'm gonna do with you beyond this first day." Steve snorted. "Oh, you already have PLANS for me?" "Damn right I do. Straight boy, you need to be introduced to a lot more than getting your ass eaten and having someone edge your cock. Both of which, I'll remind you, you sure seemed to enjoy." Steve didn't answer. He couldn't really lie about that. Miller had been there, DUH. He knew how Steve reacted. They drove on for about 90 minutes. It was completely bright outside, but Steve had no idea where they were. He thought it felt a little cooler, but he wasn't sure. At some point, Miller had reached over and squeezed his junk admiringly. "I can see why people consider you a fine prize, Steve. First thing to understand though, is the only thing I'm interested in about your dick, is how I can use it to control you. It's your ass that intrigues me. And your mouth. AH, there we are. Good! We made much better time than I thought we would. How to describe the "resort?" There was a gate with a guard who looked very serious about his job. He knew Miller, though, and smiled as he let him in. "Rumor is, you got a really good one this time." He looked through the car window. "Oh, YES. Not many silver daddies here right now. And one who'll be bottoming. God, you're gonna make people jealous. "I'M NOT GONNA BE BOTTOMING IF THAT MEANS GETTING FUCKED!" Steve yelled at the guard. "Of course, you're not, bud. It'll just be your imagination." Miller pulled the car up to one of the large buildings, and two men who seemed to be porters of some kind came out. One of them, a tall Latino man greeted Miller. "Good morning, Mr. Miller. I hope you remember me." "Of course I do, Pablo. You gave me one of the best blow jobs I've ever had. Maybe the best one. You may have to pass on hints to Steve here. He's never given one. A big smile crossed Pablo's face. "Seguro Mr. Miller. I should let you know that there's a couple here where the sub has a reputation for giving superb blow jobs. And he's a big, muscular guy like your fiancée too. " "Ah, Pablo, you're putting thoughts into my head. Let's get these up to the suite. I'm taking Steve down to the roleplay room. Might as well start sooner rather than later." "Yes, Mr. Miller. We did reserve one for you. All set up with the scene you want." "Role play? Fiancée? This is just getting stranger and fucking weird," Steve blurted out. Miller laughed. "Let me get the leg shackles off so you can walk faster. I can't wait to start working you over. That way. To the left." When Steve hesitated, he felt Miller's strong hand on his arm. "Punishment already. WONDERFUL. It's never too soon to start the reinforcement." Miller opened a door and turned on a light. Steve saw that it was very spare: a chair in the middle of the room, a few odds and ends he couldn't recognize, and rope. Lots of rope. He also saw an X cross in the corner, with restraints built into it. "We won't use that today, Steve. We have a POW scene. There's a pile of clothes over there in the corner. Get out of the grubby stuff you're in and put those on." Steve was glad to get out of the clothes: he felt like he needed a shower and a shave badly. Instinctively, he took a quick sniff of his pits, and Miller laughed. There were a pair of camouflage shorts, a mustard yellow wife beater that looked like it had been used before, and a thick pair of socks and steel toed boots. He sighed as he stepped into them. Meanwhile, Miller had shucked his shirt and was barechested. He put on a cap that must have been in a place Steve didn't see: black and severe looking. Then he went over to the pile of rope. "Get in the chair, Steve." "WHAT? Are you tying me up here?" "I SAID GET IN THE CHAIR. YOU DON'T WANT TO PISS ME OFF." That was true, Steve did NOT want to get Miller angry. "OK," he said, sitting himself down. "Now get your hands behind your back. Cross your wrists. " Steve began to get scared, but he did what he was told. "PERFECT!" exclaimed Miller and Steve felt his wrists being secured tightly. "Spread your legs. Have your ankles line up with the chair legs." Now Steve began to get anxious: this was exposing his crotch. "DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN, STEVE." There was steel in Miller's voice: not anger, but the tone of someone who was used to being obeyed. "I could try to kick him," Steve thought, but what good would that do? His wrists were already tied, and the angle wouldn't give him a really good shot. As Miller tied Steve's ankles he remarked "You look good with a little scruff. I hadn't thought about that. I think I'm gonna have it grow for a while. Now, first: I told you that I work on reward and punishment. This is NOT the punishment you deserve, but it'll give you a taste." He went over to the items Steve had seen but couldn't identify and came back with a paddle. He smacked it against his hand and then took one, hard swat at Steven's crotch. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! FUCK." The smack was hard enough for Steve to see stars for a few seconds. "DAMN. THAT HURT!" Miller laughed. "Think of that as a love kiss, Steve. They can be MUCH harder, and I can do many more than one. I expect obedience from you. Now..." Miller had picked up a roll of duct tape and a scissor from the pile of what he called "toys." He cut a medium sized strip of the tape and slapped it across Steve's mouth. "I have more sophisticated ones, but for today, this is fine." Then he held out the scisssors. He pulled the wife beater at the place where it met Steve's left nipple. "Mmmmph," moaned Steve as Miller cut a small piece of the shirt away. He did the same thing on the other nipple. "OH, you look SO FUCKING HOT, STEVEN. Like a spy on the run who finds himself captured. Struggle against the ropes." "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmph," came out of the tape, and Steve squirmed. He saw Miller smile and stroke his crotch. "You remember how you felt when your ass got eaten, Steve?" Steve nodded. "Well, see, that's the problem with you straight guys. You don't really know anything about your own pleasure points. Nipples, for example. Have you ever played with yours?" Steve shook his head no and began to wonder what it would feel like. He didn't have to wait long, as Miller came close, took a nipple between the thumb and index finger of each hand, and began slowly kneading them. Steve thought he'd pass out. His moans started getting constant and grew in intensity as Miller increased the pressure on them. He could feel his cock getting stiff, and Miller noticed it. "AH! See what I mean, Steve? All the pleasure you've been denying yourself? And so many different ways to play with them. Wait until we move up to clamps. For now, though...my tongue can cause pleasure in places besides your ass." He dropped his mouth to one of Steve's nipples and licked it. His fingers worked Steve's second nipple. Steve threw his head back: it was a combination of ecstasy and embarrassment he was feeling. He sensed a drop of pre-cum on his dick head, and it stained the shorts. "Good. Just what I wanted. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR." Miller bit down on the nipple and began chewing it. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" came out of Steve. Miller stopped. "You want me to stop playing with your tits, Steve?" Steve didn't answer. He didn't know. "And tied up like this, I can do more. And I will." Miller stepped behind Steve and now his tongue began to probe Steve's ears, one after the other. His fingers continued to work on Steve's nipples. He whispered, "Can you imagine trying to keep information from a man who's torturing you like this, Steve?" The moans were turning into whimpers, and Steve squirmed in the chair. He needed to cum. Badly. Miller went back to the toys and gadgets and came back with a flesh light. "Something else you straight boys don't know about. " He put it in front of Steve's face. "Ridged. On the inside. For...Ha, ha. You'll find out what for." He opened the shorts, and positioned the masturbator over Steve's dick, which was raging hard. "Oh, this is gonna be SO MUCH FUN, Steve. We'll be doing this every day." He stared at Steve. "I own you, handsome. You better start accepting that." "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH," and a shake of the head "no," was how Steve answered. Miller just laughed. "I could keep all contact from that dick of yours for the night. That might be an appropriate punishment for denying the facts. Again, a warning. Not this time, but next time." He had taken the flesh light off, and now he positioned it again, and began to tease Steve's cock. "You sound so hot climaxing when you're gagged Steve. I need to make a mental note of that. And now." He spat into his hand, tossed the flesh light to the side, and began to finish jerking off Steve. Then he stopped. "I wonder. Should I let you cum BEFORE I tickle you, or after? Hmmm." He saw the pleading look in Steve's eyes and answered his own question. "We'll bring you off now, but tomorrow, you get tickled first. Let's finish up this big stud's orgasm." It only took a few more pulls, and then...Miller thought Steve might blast the tape off his lips, but it held as he shot all over the shorts, his legs, and the space in front of him. "Know what, Steve? Nips get much more sensitive AFTER an orgasm. I bet you didn't know that. See?" The moans were loud and fast as Miller played with them again. Then he stopped. "I'm gonna cum all over your face, Steve. You need to get a smell of my crotch too, because it's gonna be in your face a LOT. SIT STILL." Miller positioned his big, thick cock right in front of Steve's mouth. He heard Steve whisper: "Soon, I'll be shooting IN your mouth, not ON your mouth." A grin went across Miller's face as Steve started to shake his head no and stopped. "GOOD. You're a fast learner. Close your eyes. This stuff can be painful." He pressed his knee into Steve's stimulated cock and then shot a wad all over his cheeks, nose, mouth, everywhere. "Now THAT was hot. I wonder: will I be able to do it again after I tickle ya? How about you?" Steve saw the sneer across Miller's face. Miller already knew he was ticklish. What was he going to do now? "I COULD tickle you right in this chair, Steve, but it's gonna be MUCH more fun to do it another way." He released the restraints on Steve and told him to stand up. "Now get that shitty clothing off of you. Every strip of it. " Miller took in a breath of Steve's body odor. It was musky and masculine, and it got his balls churning. This would be fun. "See the cross over in the corner? Get over there. Remember: I still have the paddle." "I know you do. I'm going." Steve was still reeling from the overstimulation, and he moved slowly. That got a WHACK from the paddle right to his ass. "Spanking's not my thing, Steve. But if it turns you on, well... that's how it is." "It DOESN'T. Why would pain turn me on?" Miller laughed. "Big guy, it already has. And how the hell do you know it doesn't turn you on. You've never tried it. Now to that cross." Steve gulped when he saw the restraints. Once they were on, Miller would have full access to his body. He WAS ticklish: on a scale of 1-10, he thought he was probably about an 8, but that was based on being tickled by classmates and a few girlfriends. With this guy..." He felt the rough pull as Miller locked up his wrists, and then the ankle cuffs. Miller's finger ran over Steve's left sole, and he yelped as he tried to pull it away. Miller's smile got bigger. "We'll be doing some tickle torture every day. Starting slowly. Fifteen minutes today." He went over and brought back some items Steve didn't recognize, and then set his cell phone to fifteen minutes, in a place where Steve could see it. "Let's start on the pits." Miller's fingernails scraped down Steve's exposed pits and Steve burst into laughter. "HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. AAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGG. STOP! STOP PLEASE. ANYWHERE ELSE. OH SHIT." "Anywhere else, huh Steve?" Miler's nails proceeded to Steve's ribs and began slowly but quickened the pace. Steve couldn't catch his breath, and he begged Miller to stop. Miller did, inserting a finger in Steve's navel. That action made Steve giggle like a schoolgirl. "My, my, my. A big handsome stud like you, brought down by my fingers? What'll happen if I use... THIS." Miller saw the electric toothbrush. "OH NO. OH NO, NO PLEASE," he begged, before it went to his balls, and up his cock shaft. He couldn't control his laughing. "PLEASE, PLEASE. ANYWHERE ELSE. ANYWHERE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA." "You know, Steve? I think I could get ANYTHING I wanted from you, just from the tickling. But that wouldn't be any fun. " He looked at the clock: two minutes left. "I think I'll add the two minutes on for tomorrow and do something new today. Something I'd bet you've never used." Steve was too exhausted to struggle against the restraints. He turned his head to watch Miller, as he picked up two items from the table. One was a spiked pinwheel. Steve could feel pain just by looking at it. "Think of this on your balls, Steven. Back and forth. Ever so slowly. EVER. SO. SLOWLY. Think you'd enjoy that?" Steve shook his head vigorously. "NO. FUCK NO." "Well, keep in mind that I have it. Punishment in the future may very well involve this. But for now, we just need to start `accessorizing' my spouse to be." He had a ball spreader. "This will remind you of your position from now on." He slipped it on Steve's cock, right at the base of his balls. "You may even get to like this so much you crave it, Steve. Many subs do." "I. AM. NOT. A. SUB," Steve gritted his teeth, certain that punishment would follow. "No, you're not. Not quite yet. But you're my prisoner. I captured you and submission will follow." Steve pulled against the restraints. "YOU DIDN'T CAPTURE ME. YOU FUCKING TRICKED ME AND THEN YOU KIDNAPPED ME." Miller smiled. He ran a finger around one of Steve's nipples. "Well, we could argue that point, especially since I gave you the chance to escape and you failed, didn't I?" If you were watching, you could see Steve sag at that. Miller was right, but still..." "However, I am going to give you a chance to escape, Steve. It will be a few days because we're here for one of the hunting runs. One of the other subs will explain what that is to you. And when it's done, rest assured that you will be convinced that I captured you fair and square. Now, hmmm. I think we've had enough for today, and..." he looked at his watch. "There's a nightly dinner here. You and I will need time to get ready. I'm sure you'll relish a shower. You'll get one. But there will be NO shaving or any kind of facial alteration at this time. I'm still trying to decide if you'll be scruffy Steve or smooth Steve. And then you'll dress in some of your new clothes. I'll prepare as well. Do not be surprised at the number of men staring at you tonight. You'll get used to it. Or maybe not, it doesn't matter. " About an hour later, Miller led Steve down the stairs of the main staircase to the dining room. He had his hand on Steve's neck, and Steve was wearing a collar. His pink shirt and khaki trousers were cut very tightly. Miller wore what Steve would learn was his standard "uniform": black wool trousers and a black turtleneck. As they walked, Steve could hear conversation stop and he could feel eyes on him. "Miller: your new boy?" Someone asked. He felt Miller's fingers tighten on the back of his neck. "Perhaps. This is Steve. I believe that I'm going to take him as my spouse as soon as he accepts that role and submits. " Miller's hand moved from his neck and down to Steve's ass. He squeezed it and whispered to Steve: "This is MINE. ONLY MINE." As he did that, Steve felt his cock stiffen. "Let's going the group, Steve. I especially want you to meet two of the sub spouses who are here. They'll help you with everything. Bruce has belonged to Adam for a few years, and Drew is newly Vick's sub. Snopes and flavio couldn't make it. They're still on honeymoon. We'll be going soon, too."

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Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2024 23:46:09 +0000 (UTC) From: "[email protected]" Subject: trained to be a submissive spouse - installment 9 "You know, you don't have to do this. I'm not getting away." Steve fought as Miller brought his wrists together and cuffed them in front of him. "Oh, I think I do, stevie. It's part of your training." Miller began to push steve into the passenger seat. Steve's ankles had been cuffed too, and the chain connecting them was just long enough to let him take small steps. "And you should be thanking me instead of complaining. I could've cuffed them behind you, but it's a long ride. Or I could've dumped you in the trunk, or just left you the way jeff is situated in the backseat." As Miller started the car, he called to the back "YOU DOING OK THERE, JEFF? " Jeff was decidedly NOT doing ok in the backseat. He squirmed, tried to kick open the door, and screamed through the tight gag in his mouth. "Why are you doing this to him?" steve asked, pushing against the cuffs, even though he knew it would do no good. He felt the plug between his ass cheeks, and the strap that led from there to the ring around his balls. Miller had thought about caging him and changed his mind. "I told you, stevie. The manor is low on general slaves. They sold two of the boys you met, and now they need to restaff. Jeff will be perfect. Won't you jeff-boy?" A long, angry "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" came out of the captive in the backseat. As the car moved along, steve saw that Miller was smiling. "What happens when we get there?" Miller smiled more broadly. "Well, it's actually very simple, steve. The fellowship likes to have a little bit of a ritual ceremony before one of the members takes his spouse as a permanent sub. We're going up for that. They'll talk to you, without me, and they'll talk to me, and after we both agree that this is what we want, there'll be a closing ceremony, I'll take you as my sub spouse, and then the next day, we're back for the next stage of our lives." "You won't get away with this. You know that, Miller!" Notwithstanding everything, steve remained defiant. "AAAAAGH!" he jumped a bit as Miller hit the "charge" button on his butt plug. "BASTARD" he growled, and Miller laughed. "You have to face reality, stevie. I captured you -- twice as a matter of fact -- and you surrendered to me directly. You've been calling me SIR or MASTER since then -- you're just getting a reprieve until we finalize things. You knew this was going to happen all along." Steve was quiet for a minute. Miller had told him all of this, but not the part about his having a chance to speak without Miller around. "What if I say I don't want this? That you're forcing me to do it?" That provoked another laugh from Miller. "Well, let's see. A couple of things COULD happen. That would be up to me. They'd give me a chance to release you -- let you back in the world again -- or they'll let me have another chance at getting your submission, but this time everyone will be watching. Oh, and before I forget, if I release you, ha ha, I'll let everyone there know how I keep you in line, so that anyone who wants you has an...advantage." "FUCK! I'm really FUCKED, aren't I?" "Well, it's not like you're not used to being fucked by me, steve. I think it's just a matter of whether or not you want someone else's dick in you." He put a hand on steve's thigh and squeezed it. "You've been there when other guys have asked for a crack at you. I turned them all down." While steve fumed, Miller sent more juice to his butt plug. "DAMN! Why do you have to do that?" "To keep you stimulated, stevie. To remind you how much you enjoy the feel of something stimulating those nerve endings." Steve cursed to himself, because Miller was right: when he felt Miller work on his ass, or his mouth, he felt waves of pleasure almost as strong as the ones he got when Miller worked on his nipples. "You've gone awfully quiet, stevie. You need to make a pit stop? " Steve knew what that meant: if they stopped, it would be in a quiet deserted place, and he'd have to blow Miller." "I'm good." He hissed. "Well I'm not," Miller answered. He began to pull the car into a short path in some woodlands. "Should we have jeff watch? Your technique has improved so much that he might benefit from seeing an expert sub take dick." Miller got out of the car, opened steve's door and eased him out. The feel of Miller's hand on steve's arm gave him a shiver: he would never admit it, but steve had moved from hating, to being used to, to enjoying being manhandled. "Knees, stevie. I'll get jeff out to watch. He can just sit at the edge of the car. Now, open up." At first, steve kept his lips sealed, but when he saw Miller making the pincer shape with his thumbs and forefingers, he relented and opened. He knew his nipples were in for serious torture this weekend, and with the stimulation he was already getting, he was afraid that there would be direct evidence that he enjoyed this. Miller slid his cock into steve's mouth. "MMMMMMPH". Jeff again tried to scream for help. Miller moved his hand to the back of steve's head. "OH YEAH. How could I ever share that pretty mouth with anyone else? Even if your ass weren't as hot as it is, stevie, just as a cocksucker, DAMN...." While he was pushing his dick into steve's mouth, he inadvertently gave a stronger shot of power to the butt plug. Steve gagged as he thrust forward, and Miller smiled. "Faster now, stevie. Get into a good, quick rhythm. I want us on the road again, real soon." Steve inadvertently got a look at Jeff: even though he was bound, Jeff was thrusting forward and then he saw the wet stain forming in Jeff's pants. It was, well, hot and also humiliating. He wondered if Miller was going to fuck his face in public: he had told steve there were public parts of the ceremony, where everyone at the manor was invited to watch. He had also told steve that this was the first initiation in a long time, so there would be more than 30 people in all -- mostly all DOMS. They drove past the gate that was now familiar to steve. He saw the attendant smile at Miller. "Ceremony?" He asked. "You betcha. There's my new sub spouse . Right here." The attendant smiled. "I remember when you brought him. Time flies. He's ready?" Miller laughed. "We'll find out." He parked the car and looked at steve."You're not going to act out, are you?" Steve shrugged his shoulders, and Miller administered a very high shot to his butt plug. He kept his finger on the button. "NO. NO I'M NOT. FUCK. I WON'T I WON'T." "Good boy. Now, I'm gonna take those leg irons off so you can walk freely, but your wrists -- they're going behind your back. That's where they'll be most of this weekend. And let me get your band on. Because you like it so much." Steve saw the grin on Miller's face. He hated wearing the arm band. It signaled to everyone right away what he was. And his hating it just seemed to make Miller happier. "Jeffy, once I untie you, you bring in the luggage. That's part of your life now, boy." Jeff understood. "Yes, Sir" he answered, as he got the three bags. One contained nothing but steve's harness. He'd be wearing that as part of something Miller had planned that he was keeping mum. "You speak when spoken to, steve. And only when I say you can. Remember your manners. There's a lot of time in front of us and, as you know, I don't forget." They walked into the main hall, and they were greeted by one of the senior DOMS who was all smiles. "MILLER! I have been so looking forward to this." He looked at steve. "We've all wondered when you'd settle down and why you passed up so many suitable candidates, but I see...you waited until you found the perfect sub." I did, Parker. Steve just sort of fell into my lap." Parker smiled. "And I'm sure you immediately rewarded him in your singular way." He looked at steve: "I do hope you are keeping our Miller happy." Steve was about to say something, but Miller didn't give any indication he could speak. He knew Miller had a gag in his pocket and he'd use it. "So, when you fell into Miller's lap, did he immediately fill you with his endowment, steve?" Steve took a deep breath, but Miller answered. "Not right away, but soon after." He put his hand around the back of steve's neck. "Steve needed to be convinced of how badly he needed to be, how shall I put it -- topped?" "Ah, put as simply as one could, Miller. And of course one thing led to the other." He paused and looked at steve again. "You do not seem to be the type who would surrender easily. I'm sure you fought valiantly." Everyone could see the color rising in steve's face, but Miller answered again. "He was a challenge. But his private submission happened right here, didn't it steve?" Steve looked down. He was mortified, angry, embarrassed -- and horny. "Yes, Sir." "After a good two days of persuasion, Parker. It was worth every minute of it." "And I imagine it still is. Else we would not be here this weekend, would we?" "I'm ready, Master Parker. I want to make sure that steve becomes submissive spouse steve." "So be it. Well, we will give you time to settle in. Then Masters Jones and Graham and I would like to interview steve privately. Simply tell one of the attendants when he is ready." "I will do just that." Miller smiled. "It was a long ride. If it is not a problem to the committee, I would like to..." "Of course. As I said, just let us know when you are ready." "AH. You remember this room, do you not stevie? It's where you first said, `I submit." They were in the same quarters as last time. Jeff and some of the other subs had unpacked the luggage. Steve saw the harness, and he saw a few more sets of clothes. For now, he had a set of snug clothing for work, and then the tighter clothing Miller preferred him to wear when they were out or around the house. "One of these outfits -- the ceremonial one -- will be even snugger, steve. That's part of the total submission. The first one -- which you will wear tonight -- is equivalent to what you wear at home now. " "How the hell am I gonna fit into anything tighter, SIR? I already feel like a sausage." "You'll get used to it. Now, stevie, I only unleashed part of my needs at that stop, and I can tell," he felt steve's crotch. "You have unmet needs. Let's take care of those. You'll need to change anyway, so let's get those clothes off. Then get on the bed. Face up." "Yes, Sir," steve said resignedly. Miller had shot quite a load into his mouth, so he didn't think he'd have anymore juice. His own cock, however, was ramrod hard, and his balls were full. Miller bound each wrist to the headboard, and then he bound steve's ankles. Steve's mind began to get more and more nervous. If his ankles were bound, he wasn't getting fucked, but...it could mean tickling, it could mean nipple play -- or anything else. Miller then gagged him. "People are listening. They will enjoy your moans more than your screams. Let's begin." He formed the pincer shape again, and this time, he closed them on each of steve's nipples. Steve began to squirm. Someone had told him that the more his nips were worked, the more sensitive they'd become. He hadn't lied. His pierced right nip was especially sensitive. "I wonder if Cyrus is here. He'll give us a recommendation for someone to pierce you... right here." Miller pushed his finger up underneath steve and rubbed the flesh between his butt and balls. Steve moaned with pleasure, even as he thought what a piercing there would mean. Miller continued to work his nipples for about fifteen minutes before he stepped back. He had a look on his face that steve knew meant one thing: tickling. "Manicured yesterday, stevie, to maximize the impact." His nails moved up and down steve's sides, digging into his pits especially hard. Gagged, the laughs came out muffled and with difficulty. "You'll be getting used to an hour or so of this every day, stevie. Especially these guys, which I always neglect." His nails moved up and down steve's soles, and the laughing got more and more intense. Steve's body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat, and the tickling was unrelenting. Then, Miller stopped. "You want to cum, don't you stevie?" Steve looked at him, pleadingly, shaking his head yes. "From what I can tell, you've been sneaking jerk offs without my permission, haven't you." Steve looked away until Miller grabbed his balls and squeezed "HAVEN'T YOU?" His laughs turned to moans of pain, and with his eyes closed, steve confessed. "Now, you may want to keep in mind that I will control when you cum stevie, so if you do not follow my rules, this may be your last time." Miller began sliding his hand up and down steve's shaft. The fingers of his other hand played steve's balls. He had done this to steve before, and steve viewed it with love and hate. This time, Miller was moving much more slowly than he ever had. He felt Miller's lips on his ear. "Mine. ALL MINE." Steve couldn't hold it in anymore, and he shot a load that went high in the air. His moans were almost whimpers. Smiling, Miller caught the jizz and rubbed it all over steve's body. "You'll want to get cleaned up before you go to the committee. Smelling of an orgasm is not appropriate." An hour later, Miller escorted steve into the conference room. He had changed to a pair of tight black jeans, and a button-down shirt. "Please feel free to unclasp your hands and to have a seat, steve." Parker began. "So, you understand the purpose of this examination is to determine if you are a suitable match for Master Miller." "Yes, Sir. I do." "Well, the first question is, of course, are you doing this willingly?" Steve paused. He felt like this was a trick question, and he didn't know the right answer. "No, Sir." Master Jones raised an eyebrow. "Not willingly? Please explain." Steve took a breath and told the whole story of how Jeff had led him into a trap, and how Miller had tortured him into submission. The looks of the three Masters told him that they weren't persuaded. "Is my information incorrect, steve, or did Master Miller give you TWO attempts to escape, and you were defeated both times?" Master Graham asked the question. "That's true, Sir." Master Graham continued. "You're a very fit, big man, steve. I'm having a hard time believing you could not either defeat Master Miller or escape him. And you surrendered twice." "I did, Sir, but..." He didn't get the chance to finish. "I suspect, steve, that what Master Miller did was to see your inherent submissiveness -- your need for being controlled -- and he brought it out in you." He sat back, smiling. Master Parker continued. "Steve, Master Miller is a perfect Dominant for you. He clearly knows how to control you, and the word from those who know, is that you have enjoyed being dominated." "That's true most of the time, Sir. But not all of the time." "Well, we will have to leave your complete domestication to Master Miller's training." He paused. "Am I wrong, or do I see chest hair protruding from your shirt?" "OH NO," thought steve. "You do, Sir. Master Miller shaved me once, but he found me more appealing with hair." The three put their heads together and then called for an attendant. "Please summon Master Miller." When Miller came into the room, steve instinctively put his hands behind his back. He felt Miller's hand on his shoulder. "Miller, we have had an interesting discussion with steve. And we've decided: this coupling can proceed. It NEEDS to go forward. Steve, you are inherently submissive. No one required you to call any of us SIR, and you've admitted to enjoying being dominated most of the time. And then, when Miller entered the room, you didn't wait for instructions, but you took a submissive position. You will not be released from submission; however, we will give you the option of admitting your main weakness to the organization or trying to avoid submission to Master Miller over two weeks' time. Or you may accept our decision." Steve looked down. He couldn't face any of them. His voice came out as a whisper "I accept the decision. I affirm my submission to Master Miller." There was a sigh of relief in the room. "EXCELLENT. But we cannot proceed to the ceremony of closure yet because, Master Miller, while you have always been a superb Master, we believe there have been errors in your approach. What is sub steve's main point of reluctance to accept his role?" "He was straight when I took him. He has asked to be allowed to spend some time with women." The committee looked at each other and laughed. "An easy enough fix, that is for sure. " Miller smiled. "I was reluctant to use those methods, but I will." "EXCELLENT." Master Graham answered. "Now for another, we understand that you had in fact shaved steve after he surrendered but allowed the hair to grow back." "That is true. I thought he was much more attractive when hairy." "And he probably is; however, during sub training, keeping a trainee smooth is standard. So, to hasten complete submission, we would like to see a full body shave of steve tonight. " Steve tried to get out of his chair, and Miller pushed him back. "I anticipated this, Masters. Would shaving him while he wears a harness be acceptable." Parker laughed. "Icing on the cake. Prepare your sub. We will let others know so they may observe." Steve was bound to a St. Andrew's cross. Miller had made sure the harness fit him tightly, including the arm band that steve hated. "I'm gonna be able to fuck you at least once tonight, stevie. This is getting me revved up." Beaten, steve just answered "yes sir" as Miller took the clippers and got to work on his chest. He worked slowly, deliberately, and stopped occasionally to kiss steve, or to nibble on one of his nipples. Once, he took the ring in the right tit in his teeth and pulled it, much to the delight of his audience. When steve's chest was clean, Miller moved to his pits. He seemed to relish this the most, because it pushed steve to the point where he wanted to laugh, but he struggled not to, so he wouldn't get cut. At one point, steve heard someone whisper "superb performance." Then his cock. Miller switched to a single edge razor and slowly and securely removed all of his steve's hair. Now, smooth, he was spread out in front of the Masters who were applauding. "Master Miller, we will want to see monthly photos showing that you have kept this problematic sub smooth. At some point, he will accept it. And you'll be that much closer to complete submission." "I understand. Thank you for the advice." Master Parker spoke. "Well, all we have left is the closure. Will you need time before that, Master Miller?" "I think it appropriate for steve to feel a cock as an unsealed sub one last time." "Very well. Have your way with him, and then prepare." Back in the suite, Miller spoke to steve. "You've lost, stevie. I'm victorious. I will take my prize. " "Yes, Sir," said steve. "How would you take me?" "Get on all fours. The most humiliating of all positions. Rest assured, however, that I will never use this position on you again, unless you deserve it." "Thank you, Sir" steve choked back tears as he got in position. He felt Miller's hands on his back and then, he felt his cock enter him -- the cock that had entered him so many times. "I LOVE your ass, stevie. " "Thank you, Sir" came the answer. "Now you know that you've found your destiny. My spouse. My sub." He pushed in harder. Steve was breathing hard, and he pushed back. He wanted this. He wanted more. "IMPALE ME SIR. Please. Make me sore. Make me hurt." Miller pushed in harder and steve grunted with pleasure. "YES. YES. YES. OH FUCK SIR. OH FUCK. MY MASTER." He felt the explosion as Miller bred him. Miller didn't see the smile cross steve's face, and he couldn't know that steve was thinking "I'm his." For the closure ceremony, Miller dressed steve completely in white. Steve had to suck in his gut and pull in his waist to get the clothes on. "Now, let's go. First..." Miller tied steve's wrists behind him. Then he put on a soft leather collar with a leash attached. "Keep your head down, sub boy. " Miller led him to the room where the others were watching attentively. One of the senior attendants approached Miller and gave him a pure white gag. "You agree to hold your peace unless you have permission to speak, do you not?" Steve nodded, which made Miller smile. He tied the gag over steve's mouth. Then he released the soft collar and leash. "You are now a submissive spouse. MY submissive spouse, and you will wear this at all times." He put a new leather collar around steve's neck. "Now, you will show your complete submission. To your knees, chest pushed out." Steve complied, fearing what was next. "All in attendance recognize that this is now my submissive sub. None may approach him without my permission. And as a sign of his submission, steve presents to me what led to his conquest." Miller opened enough buttons so that steve's nipples were exposed, and then he used the sideways torture with his nails. Gagged, steve moaned more, and the look in his eyes was pleading with Miller: stop/don't stop/fuck me. "The ceremony is concluded," Master Jones proclaimed. "Enjoy your first night with your sealed, submissive spouse." Miller had been correct: he was hard enough, and excited enough, to fuck steve again. This time, he put him on his back. He removed the gag but wouldn't put his dick into steve's ass until he begged for it and proclaimed himself "My Master's submissive spouse." They left the next morning. And a week later, they visited Cyrus to get a referral to a piercer who could do a quince pierce. For a year, Miller sent a monthly photo to the "brotherhood" to show that steve was being kept shaved. The brotherhood then permitted Miller to let steve's hair grow back, but he chose to keep steve shaved because he thought (correctly) that a man with shaved pits and a shaved dick would not be attractive to women. Jeff tried to escape three times and was captured each time. The brotherhood eventually decided he'd be much better off working in a sex club. He was sold, and never heard from again.

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Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2023 13:38:41 +0000 (UTC) From: "[email protected]" Subject: Trained to be a submissve spouse - installment 2 Steve slept fitfully. He did get some sleep in, but the ropes around his wrists and the bond on his ankle made things difficult. How did this happen? Less than 12 hours ago, he was getting ready for his first vacation in a long while. Now, he had been kidnapped, apparently by a man obsessed with him, who wanted to turn him into a sex slave. Steve tried to analyze all of this alongside other data that he couldn't ignore. The orgasm he had had from the guy playing with him, had probably been the biggest orgasm he had ever had in his life. The play on his nips had been, well, unexpected and hot. VERY hot. And in the bed, pressed up against this guy's hard on, was having its impact on his own cock. Given his situation, the guy could have flipped him over and fucked him already, and more than once. But he said he was waiting for Steve to want it. He DIDN'T want it, but again, being brutally honest, his not wanting it, was much less than it had been. "Morning handsome. Didn't sleep well did you?" He heard the voice in his ear. "NO, I didn't. I don't want to be here, and I want to go home. LET ME GO!" Zweistadt stroked Steve's nipple a little. That calmed him down, because he felt blood rushing to his cock again. "Oh, you're just playing hard to get, and you're probably cranky because it's not easy to sleep when you're tied up. I wouldn't need to do that if... but there's time. " He kissed Steve on his ear, and Steve unintentionally moaned, just a little. "Oh, you like that, huh? Maybe you'll be up for a little more serious kissing this morning." "I DOUBT IT FAGGOT. YOU'RE NOT GETTING YOUR TONGUE IN MY MOUTH." Zweistadt laughed. "Well, we'll see about that, but for now, I'm going to get my tongue someplace else. Roll on your back. "FUCK YOU." His captor laughed just a minute, and began running his fingers down Steve's side. "If you're ticklish, you're in deep shit, handsome." Steve WAS ticklish, and he couldn't fight it. "STOP STOP. Ok, I'll roll over." Zweistadt laughed "you gave up too easily, Steve. But that's ok. I know you're tired." He took Steve's bound wrists, and attached them to the top frame of the bed. Steve pulled, but there was no give. "Now, a big, strong straight guy like you probably never lets ANYONE near his ass. 'DAMN RIGHT FUCKER" Steve grunted out. "Well, that's just too bad. I'm sure you've had a date or two who asked you to eat her pussy. Whether you did or not isn't my concern, but I wonder if you ever thought about why they asked. "THERE ARE A LOT OF NERVE ENDINGS DOWN THERE. ANATOMY 101" Steve had a feeling he knew what was going to happen. "Yes , Anatomy 101. For women AND men He went down and tried to pull Steve's big legs in the air. Steve resisted, and Zweistadt gloated "Steve, now, why are you doing that? I have SUCH a broad canvas here to make life miserable for you. By, oh, I don't know, squeezing these?" as he grabbed Steve's balls. Or, oh, I don't know, just a simple tickle of these..." and he ran his finger across Steve's left foot. "or, doing something like..." he picked up a flat object and began aiming it at Steve's foot. "OK, OK. You win. " Zweistadt laughed "I always do, Steve. I always do. " He pulled Steve's legs up, and his head disappeared. Steve heard the sounds that he heard when an animal patient was drinking water, and he felt - what seemed to be electrical discharges - running up his body from his anus. He tried to hold back the moans, but the sensation was too intense. "OH GOD. OH FUCK YES. DO MORE OF THAT. PLEASE DO MORE. .' Zweistadt looked up triumphantly, and continued for another five minutes or so. Steve writhed, he moaned, and he got hard. Again. "Looks like you need relief. You want me to bring you off again, Steve?" "Yes, Please. Please don't leave me hard like this." Zweigstadt smiled. "Well, there's gonna have to be payback, Steve. Now, I'm gonna leave you here while I take a shower, and brush my teeth." He winked at Steve "But when I come out, all fresh and clean and with a pure mouth, I wanna kiss you. You're gonna take my tongue. Or you're gonna stay hard. Deal?" Steve knew that his captor could go right back to that anus anytime he wanted to. Indeed, right now, his thumb was pressing against it just so gently. . "FUCK. It's a deal. I'll kiss you. I promise." "I told you. I always win." Zweistadt gloated, as he went off to the shower. "Oh, one thing. I forgot. I always forget. Caleb told me there are other guests in the Inn, so..." He grabbed one of Steve's grubby socks from yesterday, and shoved it in his mouth. "See? I don't mind kissing a dirty mouth." While Zweistadt was cleaning up, Steve fought the ropes, and made no progress. He was truly a prisoner. His mind turned to what had just happened. Another hard on, again from what a man was doing to him. He wasn't gay, but this guy sure knew what he was doing. When he came out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel, Steve saw the musculature in his torso. Zweistadt was built: he probably COULD take Steve in a fair fight. And given the situation... And why was he staring so hard at Zweistadt's chest?" "You know, I love kissing naked. Hope you do Steve." He pulled the gag out of Steve's mouth. "Could I have some water first? Please. My mouth is dry. "Oh yes, of course. I should have thought of that.. Zweistadt brought over a glass of cold water and held up Steve's head as he drank his full. 'You good now, Steve?" "Yes, thank you." "Now you're gonna keep your promise, aren't you?" "I dont want to, but I will. Zweistadt bent down and pressed his lips to Steve's. The kiss felt extremely good to Steve - the man knew what he was doing , and he was clearly trying to get Steve's lips opened. He resisted, but a slight twist on his nip, and Steve's mouth opened like an oyster. Zweistadt's tongue was down his throat right away. "GOD. This man can kiss. I'm getting even harder..." Steve was enjoying the kiss so much that, when Zweistadt tried to pull out, Steve pursed his lips to hold it in. "Oh... you want more, Steve? " "Yes, please. It felt so good." Zweistadt returned, for another big, long French kiss. " Steve was panting at the end "So... shall we give you some relief before you shower? We have about another two hours to travel, and if you're the type who likes to feel the stickiness, we can put it off. "No, no, please. I'm a very clean person. Let me jerk please, and then shower. " Zweistadt began stroking him. "I bet you'd enjoy it more with some kissing.." He bent down, and this time, Steve opened his mouth. His captor was right. The combination was one he had never experienced before, and he was ecstatic. "MMMMMMMMM" he screamed, as he began shooting all over himself. Another huge orgasm. "LOOK AT THAT. I bet if you got a load like that from a bull, Steve, you'd have to charge extra." Steve blushed. "I was horny." "Yeah, I know you were. Now, go get cleaned up." He untied Steve and sent him off to the bathroom. Zweistadt began to pull things together, for their leaving. He took a picture of the shirt Steve had been wearing the day before. Then he made a phone call. "Hey, Marcel? Tim here. Yeah, that Tim. Listen, I went hunting and .. well, I think I found my man wife. I'm bringing him to the village now, and we're gonna need..." Yes, that's right. A trousseau. So I'm sending a photo of what he was wearing. ..." You're right, it's not tight enough. So, we'll stop by the store, and we'll pick up what we need. Gimme two hours? Thanks Marcel, you're the best." When Steve came out of the shower, Zweistadt smiled. "Just like a Greek god. " "Yeah, who you want to turn into a goddess." Zweistadt frowned. "I think we'll have to talk this out a bit on the rest of the trip. You don't quite understand what I mean by a man-wife, and that's ok. Now, before we ditched your car, I didn't go through your luggage, so you'll have to bear with me. Caleb anticipates my needs, and he left some clothes. Let's see if any of this fits you." "What am I gonna do for clothes after?" "We're stopping at my friend's shop on the way home, Steve. He'll take care of it." They found a pair of running pants, some clean socks, a t shirt that was just a bit too small, and a flannel shirt that Steve couldn't button, but he could wear as an overshirt. "We COULD have breakfast here, but how about we just grab some coffee, and get better food on the road. You good with that Steve? "Whatever. I'm not a breakfast person. But caffeine. Yeah, I need some." They poured big take out containers from the urn at the front, as Zweistadt settled the bill. Steve was looking around, to see if MAYBE there was a way to escape. The only possibility was running out the front of the hotel, but he was sure that there was a valet on duty who would stop him (and he was right). "So, I hope I get invited to the ceremony if there is one." Zweistadt smiled. "I think there will be, and of course you're invited." Caleb turned to Steve. "You know, you may not think so, but you lucked out. This is one of the finest Masters around. He'll take good care of you. "I'll keep that in mind," Steve muttered. Zweistadt laughed. "It's ok, Caleb. He's coming around. Just slowly." In the car, Zweistadt put his hand on Steve's thigh. "Now, it's a little cool, and I'm sorry I didn't think to get some of your clothes. If you want to cuddle up I'll keep you as warm as I can, or you can sit as you are. It's up to you. "I'm fine. I like it cold." Zweistadt paused. "you know Steve, I think I better say a few things up front. First, I was THERE when you had those two orgasms. They were big. And I was THERE when you pulled my tongue back into your mouth. So, don't tell me for a second that you're hating all of this. " Steve paused. "I wouldn't say that. You're right. Those orgasms were amazing. You did things to me no one has ever done before. I didn't know I had those spots. And you may very well be the best kisser I've ever had. BUT I'M NOT GOING TO BE YOUR WIFE." Zweistadt began to speak. "I think you don't quite understand what I mean by being my wife. You're not going to lose your balls, and you're not going to be in drag all day. Not at all. You're gonna be going to the gym, and if you want, and they have space, you can work a shift at the local vet clinic. " "Then what AM I supposed to do as your 'wife' or 'man wife'?" Zweistadt smiled. "It's different things for different members of the community. I will confess, I'm very old fashioned. I expect my man wife to make himself look attractive for me when I come home, and to be eye candy when we go out. I expect him to be completely submissive in bed, and to treat me like the Lord and Manor of the house. That's for starters. You'll learn more as we go along. It's also important: you have to say 'I do' before it happens. Just like you have to say 'fuck me' before I take your ass" "I'm never gonna do either, so forget it." Zweistadt smiled. "You also were never gonna let a man's tongue in your ass, and I bet you wish you had one there right now." Steve blushed. He was right. "And you were never gonna let a man French kiss you. But it was the best kiss you ever had." Again, Steve was silent. "Look, the fact is, Steve, you're not getting away, period. If things between us don't work out, there's a town brothel, and there's also an auction of extra slaves every month. For all I know, you may go to the Mideast, or Japan, or where ever." He squeezed Steve's thigh. "But I have a feeling you're gonna grow to like me, and one day, you're gonna wonder why you took so long to give in." They rode in silence for a while. Steve WAS mulling these things over in his head. He was a virgin with men: no one had ever fucked him. But before today, all the things Zweistadt had done to him, he had never experienced. And he had never experienced pleasure with a woman the way he did with this guy. His gay friends either raved about getting fucked, or hated it. Should he try it? "By the way, Steve, 'Zweistadt," which means two cities, is not my real name. I only use it for cover when I'm hunting. "Hunting?" He smiled. "That will come clear after we get home. But my real last name is Miller. You may call me Mr. Miller, or Sir, or even, at least at the start, just Miller. Eventually, I hope we'll get to a place where you'll be calling me Master Tim, which is how they know me in the village we're going . We shall see." Steve was silent. He was trying to take in all this information, as they pulled into a driveway to a small store. "Just ten minutes from home. But first, we have to pick up some clothes for you." He led Steve in "Marcel, this is Steve." Marcel held out a hand. "So nice to meet you, and welcome to our community. Master Tim has sent me photos of what you were wearing when he took you, so I have some idea of your size, and I know what Master Tim likes on his men. So... if you wouldn't mind...' He handed Steve a white buttondown shirt. "Could you just try this on for me?" It WAS a beautiful shirt. Far higher quality than Steve wore usually. He put it on. It felt, well, luxurious. "It's too tight" he said to Marcel, who smiled. "NO, it's perfect, was Miller's response. "the whole rainbow . Mostly pastels because he's so pale. But also, a banker's shirt too. " Marcel smiled. "Yes sir. Shall we try some pants?" They moved to another section, and again, Marcel handed Steve a pair of dark blue slacks to try on. Steve looked around for a dressing room. "I've seen what you have, " Master Miller said. "And you don't have anything Marcel hasn't seen before." Steve shrugged and tried on the pants. "YES. PERFECT," said Miller as Steve struggled to button them. You know the usual list. And let's not forget things like underwear, gym clothes, t shirts, etc. You know what I like Marcel. "Yes Sir. Absolutely. You probably need something for dinner tonight, so I put a few things aside already. I hope you find them suitable." He showed them a blue buttondown shirt, some chinos, a second shirt in pink, and dark gray pants, as well as underwear, sneakers, casual shoes, and other items. "GREAT Marcel. Let's pack them up." The clothes took up about six bags, and Marcel and Miller began to get them when Steve spoke up "I'd like to help if I could. Can I take two of the bags? Or more?" Miller looked at Steve, and suppressed a smile. It was working. Maybe not tonight, but definitely by tomorrow, he'd have his cock in this man's ass.

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Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2023 17:34:25 +0000 (UTC) From: "[email protected]" Subject: trained to be a submissive spouse - installment 4 "I'm fucked," Steve thought to himself. "I am truly fucked." He was sitting in a chair, hands tied behind him, waiting for the resident barber to come in. Miller had decided that he didn't care for the scruff look on Steve, and he was having his face shaved "as smooth as a peach." He then told Steve "The barber will take care of facial stuff. If I decide to cut this wonderful hair," he toyed with the top of Steve's head as he talked "he'll do that. The rest of it though..." he licked his lips "that's MY territory. Your chest, your balls, your pits, all of it: I do it. And I just might." Steve squirmed, not that it would do any good. "A full day ahead for you, handsome. Let me go and find Charles. I want to get things going." He gave a malicious little laugh and flicked Steve's left nipple. It was sore from what Miller had done to him earlier and Steve winced. "FUCK!" slipped out of Steve's mouth and Miller folded his arms and smiled. "That's coming up, Steve. But first...slips like that have consequences. You'll find out what they are in just a little while." It was Steve's second night at the "manor" as he heard other people call it. After the evening meal, Miller had taken him to their bedroom. When Steve hesitated at stripping completely, Miller told him "You can keep the briefs on, big guy. Nothing else. Once I've had your ass, you sleep nude." Miller wrapped his arm around Steve and pulled him toward his front. Miller WAS naked, and Steve felt his hard on up against his ass. "He's gonna split the damn seam and fuck me," he thought, as he squirmed. Miller had his hand on Steve's nipple, and if he squirmed too much, Miller whispered "quiet down, sweet pea, quiet down. You're not going anywhere." Steve knew that, for sure. All of his working out, and all of his muscles were no match for Miller, and he couldn't figure out why not. Yes, Miller was a little taller than him, and toned, but he didn't have the musculature Steve did. But Miller seemed to know just what to do to Steve to keep him under control. Just like he was doing now: he had begun running his fingers over Steve's pec, squeezing, and pinching. It was automatic: Steve began to throw wood. He heard Miller chuckle. "I love a man with sensitive tits, Steve. And I especially love a man who didn't even know he had them. And you know what? The more I work them, the more sensitive they're gonna get. Steve began to drift to sleep. He was exhausted from everything that had happened that day, and before it. His quick mind was trying to figure out some way to get out of the situation. He hadn't come up with any ideas. There were more people at dinner than he thought there would be. As he sat next to Miller, he thought "these are all big guys. They're all muscle gods. And they're all...well, `owned.'" He saw the tight t-shirt on one guy, to whom he had been introduced to: frank. Or "frankie" as his "owner" called him. He learned that frank was a police officer and had been Master Kevin's sub for about two years. Then there was Bruce, who had done a number of things, but had been Adam's "bitch" as Adam put it, for about four years. Steve had gotten a chance to speak to Bruce privately, and he had learned about Bruce's escape attempts, and how Adam had recaptured him each time. "I'm going to try with the run and hunt. I doubt I'll get away, but I'll try." "Run and Hunt?" Steve asked, and then Adam and Miller came over. "You'll learn all about it in due course, Steve," Miller said to him. Bruce put his hands behind his back as Adam asked, "You still thing you're getting away?" He laughed. "Fucking you in public will be really fun. And maybe you'll learn: submission means submission." Steve could tell Bruce was clenching his teeth as he said "Yes, Sir." "OH SHIT..." Steve let out a huge moan. He had moved too much for Miller's liking, and the nipple torture had begun again. This time, though, Miller seemed to have found a spot on the pec that was about ten times more sensitive than the rest of Steve's nipple. Miller noticed. "Right here, huh Steve? Hmmm. Good to know." It was the right side of his nip, and Miller had done nothing more than run his nail down the side, very gently. It was driving Steve wild, and Miller kept doing it. Steve's moans got louder and more insistent. He felt Miller's free hand clamp across his mouth. "There'll be plenty of time for gags today, and the last thing I want is sleepy bottoms to wake up. But YOU my fine prize, YOU have just revealed to me something you'll wish you didn't." "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!" Steve was thrashing around or trying to. Miller had him pretty well immobilized. "Like that , Steve? Hate it? I bet both." Steve continued to moan. Miller was right. The tit work was sending long, deep shivers through his body, and he was getting harder and harder. "I could get you to submit JUST by doing this for half an hour, couldn't I?" Steve realized that yes, that was true: if Miller kept doing this, he'd do anything he asked, but why? He realized: he wanted Miller to stop, and he wanted him to keep going. "Oh, no, stud. No dry humping the bed." Miller pulled Steve into a position where he was on his back. He stopped the work on the lateral side of Steve's nip and went back to standard tit torture. "IF I COULD I'D BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA YOU," Steve grunted. "But you can't. I know too many ways to keep you subdued, Steve." Steve growled and fought as hard as he could to get Miller off his torso. Miller just squeezed Steve's nipples harder, and Steve fell back. He stopped struggling, and just started breathing very hard. "Accepting defeat is very hard. Especially for a big, strong guy like you, Steven. You'll accept it. You wait and see. And I've got this waiting for you when you do." He pulled out his dick and showed it to Steve. "YOU'RE NOT TAKING MY ASS, MILLER!" Steve yelled, and again, Miller had an answer. "No, I'm not. You're going to give it to me. Wait and see." He began to stroke his cock. "May as well get my rocks off before you shower, stud. I want you to be nice and clean for the rest of the day. OH MAN. I've got a REALLY good day planned. Some more tit work, some more tickle work and...you're gonna start learning how thin the line is between pleasure and pain." As soon as he said "pain," Miller unloaded on Steve. It was a big one. Part of it caught Steve on the chin, but most of it settled onto his chest. "Rub your finger in it, Steve. Then put it in your mouth." "FUCK YOU. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG" Miller had grabbed Steve's nipples and squeezed hard. "Rub your finger in it, Steve. Then put it in your mouth." Steve was ready to scream in pain because Miller was twisting his nips so hard. "OK. OK. " He dipped the tip of his pinky into Miller's cum. "You'll need to do better than that, Steve. Like this." Miller scooped cum off Steve's chest and dumped it into his other hand. He put it up to Steve's mouth. "Get your tongue out. LICK MY HAND BITCH. Get every drop." A big sigh came out of Steve, and then he licked up the cum. His gag reflex kicked in, and he worked as hard as he could not to throw up. "SWALLOW! One of the things a submissive spouse MUST do well is swallow. NO MESSES." When Steve swallowed the jizz, he made a gulping noise and he saw Miller smile. "GOOD. I definitely think you can be trained properly. We'll start this morning." "GOD MILLER. WHAT A HUNK!" More couples had arrived overnight and early that morning, and Miller greeted them as he led Steve to the barber's room. Steve had on a tight-fitting grey T-shirt and jeans. Miller had tied his wrists behind him before they left the room, "because it makes your chest and guns stand out even more, and that makes ME horny, and the rest of the guys jealous." It was clear from the looks he was getting that Miller was right about the jealousy. Steve couldn't tell if he were getting horny. He figured he was, and his thoughts were very centered on his own hard-on, which Miller had warned him to do nothing about during his showering, or there would be consequences. "I'm testing your load later today, sub to be. You'll wait for that." "Sub to be." It resonated in Steve's mind, especially when one of the new guys asked "Miller, is that your new sub?" It pissed Steve off. "I'M NO ONE'S SUB." He growled at the guy. He could've taken him right there if he weren't tied up and if Miller didn't have a firm grip on his bicep. Miller laughed. "It's true. He's not. Yet. But we'll be getting there." As they walked away, he whispered "you just got ten extra minutes of tit play, five more minutes of tickling, and a more severe introduction to pain, Steven. You will learn your place, one way or the other." "So, you're the man Miller's been talking about for the last few weeks, huh?" The barber worked with clean, efficient strokes, cleaning up three- or four-days' worth of stubble. "I have no idea." Steve tried to shrug, but the barber used a straight edge razor and combined with the bondage, it made Steve very nervous about moving. "OH YEAH, that's right. You're the straight guy he took in payment. He told us about that." "YOU KNOW?" Steve turned his head, risking a cut, and the barber shook his head. "All the DOMS do. I bet most of the subs do, too. Miller loves big guys, and he loves flipping straight men. You meet frankie the cop yet?" "Yeah, I met him last night." "Well, that's his type. Except frankie's too young. Gray hair, muscular build, attitude -- yeah, you've got all the things he's after. " He paused. "For what it's worth, your honeymoon is going to be spectacular." "THERE'S NOT GONNA BE A HONEYMOON. I'M NOT MARRYING HIM BECAUSE I'M NOT SUBMITTING!" The barber rubbed a warm cloth over Steve's face. "Four days. I say four days more before you give in." Miller took Steve back to the room where he had "played" with him the night before. He pushed Steve back in the chair, and Steve sat, silently, while Miller gathered a bunch of items from the side. Steve didn't know what most of them were, but he recognized the electric toothbrush. Miller pulled up a chair opposite him. He had a ball gag in his hand. He began moving it toward Steve's mouth, and then he stopped. "I have a better idea, Steve. I'm gonna give you control of your own destiny." He began pulling the gray t-shirt up Steve's torso, rolling it as he brought it up. He stretched it. "Open your mouth. Then bite down on this." "What the..." Steve began, and then a smack to his balls got his mouth open. "You'll learn, Steve. You do what I say, when I say it, or...consequences. Now bite down." Pain still radiated from his cock, but Steve did. "Now, you'll hold onto that because if you don't, well, in parts 2 and 3 of today's game, I can make things much, MUCH more difficult for you. Now point out those tits." Steve didn't feel he had any choice and did. Miller went directly for the side of Steve's nipple that he had discovered that morning. "Let's see if the other one reacts the same way." "MMMMMMNMGNGNGNGGNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" came out of Steve's mouth. Yes, the two nipples reacted exactly the same way. "THIS is a game changer, Stevie," Miller announced. "Because you and I both know that all I have to do to get you to surrender completely, is work your tits like this." He moved his fingers faster, and his nails dug in a bit harder. Steve was twisting in the chair, trying to get out of the range of Miller's hands, knowing there was no way he could do that. Then, something took over, and he began thrusting his hips. That's when Miller stopped. "Oh, you'll shoot today, Stevie, that's the good news. The even BETTER news is that, from now on, you'll ejaculate when I want you to, and not before or after." "FMMKDKDK". Steve hated it when people called him "Stevie." He thought it feminized him, and it brought back memories of why he had worked out so hard, to get so big: the bigger kids had called him that, and he had to do something to stop them. Now, it was starting all over again, but with a smaller "kid," and he couldn't do anything. Then there was what Miller said about controlling his orgasms. When he had had the chance to talk with frankie and bruce the night before, he heard them talking about their "cages" just before he got there. He had figured out what they were. Was Miller planning on that? "You want some more tit torture, stud?" Miller saw the anger in Steve's eyes as he shook his head no. He didn't want it, but he knew what was coming, and he dreaded that as much as more tickle play. "I think we can take that shirt out of your mouth now. I want you more exposed, stud." Miller pulled Steve from the chair and dragged him over to the X cross. "You're not gonna give me trouble when I put on the wrist restraints are you, bud?" Steve shot back "I won't give you the satisfaction. I know there's probably punishment if I resist." "GEE. You're much smarter than most blondes, Stevie. You're right." "DON'T CALL ME STEVIE!" came the reply. Miller pushed Steve up against the cross. His face rested on the wood as Miller growled into his ear. "Listen up, manbitch. I'll call you anything I want because I'm the one in control. If I wanna call you fucking STEFANIE I will. And you'll accept that. Are we clear?" Miller reached around and tweaked a nip. Steve gritted his teeth. "If you didn't know about that, you wouldn't be so damn aggressive." "Ha, ha. But I do. Facts are facts. Now turn around. Face me." Miller pulled the t-shirt up over Steve's head, but he didn't take it off. Steve's torso was bared. Then, Miller restrained his wrists tightly. He stretched Steve's arms so that his pits were completely exposed, and he couldn't move them at all. Steve fought for control when Miller's first finger went into his left pit. He began to sputter, and by the time three of Miller's fingers were curled and working back and forth, Steve was in full blown laughter mode. "STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP . PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE . HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH. NO! NOT TWO AT THE SAME TIME. OH, GOD!" Sweat was pouring off Steve as Miller dug into both pits. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA." Things didn't get better for Steve when Miller slid his fingers down and began digging into his ribs. "Yes, Steve, if you're wondering, they can all hear you upstairs, and they may come down to watch." "OH SHIT. HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Steve looked to the side, and he did see a couple of people watching. They were some of the younger guys -- not committed to any DOM but working as domestics at the manor. One turned to the other. "SHIT. I thought he was a Daddy Dom. I was planning to make a pass at him." The second one whispered "Talk to Miller. Maybe you can work something out." "OH LOOK. He's getting the brush." Indeed, Miller had picked up the toothbrush. "NO MORE. PLEASE NO MORE. NO MORE," Steve pleaded. "Nope. Remember I said you had earned some punishment? Well, think of this as what I promised you." First, Miller dug the brush into Steve's navel, and a big laugh burst out of him. Then to the ribs and finally, back to the pits. "Be glad I'm not doing your feet, Stevie. I save that for private. " Without turning around he said "HEY. One of you boys wanna get another brush and help? In fact, both of you. Get brushes. Green eyes, do his navel. Short hair, get his other pit." And within a minute, three people were tickling the crap out of our hunky veterinarian. "PLEASE, PLEASE. I CAN'T BREATHE. I CAN'T. FUCKING. BREATHE." Miller looked at his watch. "Yeah, you've probably had enough for now. Need time for your clinic on Pain 101, and then ..." He grinned. "Oh, this is SUCH a good day." He looked at the boys. "Go get me the box of clothes pins." "YES SIR" the one with green eyes" answered. While he was getting them, Miller unbuttoned Steve's jeans and slid them down. His desperate cock popped out. Green eyes' jaw dropped. "A WASTE he's bottoming," he said to himself. "Very old school, this technique," Miller said "but VERY effective in my view. Especially for beginners. On a scale of 1-10, I'd say this registers, oh, about 4. And the number will go up, every day that I don't have a submission." His eyes glittered. "And yes, there ARE techniques that go above 10. " He paused again. "Should I gag you? Yeah, I think so. Makes it better." He picked up the ball gag and forced it into Steve's mouth. "Now, let's begin. And yes, since you're a science geek, I'll tell you: the density of pins can go up." "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!" yelled Steve as Miller attached the first one to his left side. He had begun to cry very softly by the time that Miller was halfway through his right side. When he finished, Miller smiled. "I think we'll save the ball pins for tomorrow, Stevie. Yes, you know this from all the animals you've gelded. Lots of loose skin down there. Lots of places for pins to go. And speaking of down there." He gripped Steve's cock. "I think maybe it's time to milk my steer. You need to shoot, Stevie?" Fighting the pain, and the embarrassment of the two young men watching, Steve shook his head yes. "Well, then let's do it, and when we're done..." He didn't finish the sentence, and after a few pulls he stopped. "SO DUMB. " He pulled a coin out of his pocket "GREEN EYES. CALL IT. HEADS OR TAILS." "TAILS" yelled the kid, and Miller laughed. "Of course you'd say tails, bottom. Well, you win. You want to suck this cock?" "YES SIR. YES SIR. THANK YOU, SIR." "Don't worry short hair. I got you covered. NOW GET TO WORK." "Green eyes" knew what he was doing: it was known around the manor that if you just "happened" to need a blow job and he was around, well, look no further. He didn't disappoint, as Steve began to moan with pleasure. Miller whispered into his ear: "which is pleasure, which is pain, Stevie? The blow job, or the pins? You can't tell." Steve's eyes were closed, and he realized Miller was right. He felt the clothespins for sure, but they were mixed with the feeling as green eyes licked his balls. "SIR, he's close. He's close." "OK, stop. We're going to time this." Miller got what looked like a huge paddle -- like you used to take pizza out of the oven. "On the count of three. One. Two. THREE." "Green eyes played with Steve's glans just as Miller knocked the pins off his sides. Steve came in violent gushes. He caught the kid, and he spilled all over the floor. It just kept coming. And coming. He was whimpering, and exhausted when it was done. Miller looked over at "short hair." "Clearly you don't have enough work to do. Get over here and clean the floor." "YES SIR" he smiled and ran over. "Can I help him, Sir?" Green eyes begged. "NO. You had your fun. But go and get me a chastity cage." The kid ran off and came back with one. Miller smiled. "You made a good choice." He put it in front of Steve's face. "You know what this is, handsome?" Steve knew. He also knew what was happening next. "MMMPH" he answered, shaking his head. "It's important for subs to understand that they have NO control over their bodies, and that starts with their cocks. They belong to their DOMS. " He smiled at Steve. "Yeah, I know you refuse to admit you're a sub. That hard-on you had suggests otherwise, big guy." "MMMPHNPMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" Steve shook his head NO, vigorously, and Miller just laughed. He grabbed Steve's now flaccid cock and pulled it up. He snapped the cage on it. "THERE WE GO. Now, the man who holds the key, holds the power of your dick." He looked at Steve. "Be as angry as you like. It's a fact." After a pause he continued. "You don't think I have control over your body?" Again a vigorous "NO." "Well, we shall see about that. Take him down, boys. Make yourself useful." As they released him, Steve felt exhausted. He could probably put up a fight with the two young twinks, but he'd still have to get by Miller, and then out of the house. He couldn't do that, so when Miller ordered him to "STRIP" he did. Then Miller took the ball gag out. "I like other gags better, Stevie, but this type seems to let subs know they're under control, more than others. " "I. AM. NOT. A. SUB" Steve answered. He balled his fists, and Miller laughed. "Another confrontation, Stevie? If I get you on the floor -- excuse me -- WHEN I get you on the floor, I'll tickle you so hard you'll wet yourself. But I'll wait until more than these two kids are watching. Humiliation is a GOOD way to break a man. You understand?" Steve looked down. He hadn't thrown a punch, and he was beaten. "Yeah, I get it." "Good. Then you'll do what you're told now. I've prepared a little entertainment for you, but I need entertainment too. See that chair?" Steve looked at another one -- not the one where he had been tied up. This one had a plug sticking in the middle of it -- about 2 inches. "NO. No. You're not making me..." "Yes, I am, Stevie. Got to get used to penetration. Don't worry. It's well lubricated. Almost like a big suppository. Have a seat." Hesitantly, Steve moved over, thinking "I'm not gonna be able to handle this." "It's good practice, stud. These two young men can take three or four times the length. NOW SIT." Steve winced as he let himself down on the plug. It didn't hurt and when he moved around, it was almost, well, stimulating. He felt Miller take his wrists and tie them behind him on the chair. "I'll be getting some clamps for those tits in a minute. First, let me go and get our friends in here." He went to the door. "HEY, yeah, we're ready." Adam walked in, leading butch by a leash and collar. Butch's hands were bound behind his back. "Butch spoke out too much to you, and Adam has decided that he needs punishment. And he wants it done in front of you. Adam smiled. "You're gonna see bruce's weekly body shave. His WHOLE body. And then, something butch hates more than anything else: getting fucked in front of people." Miller leaned into Steve's ear. "How'd YOU like to get fucked in public, Stevie?" Steve squirmed in the chair. The plug hit a nerve ending and all of a sudden, getting fucked, and getting fucked in public, did not seem so bad.

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Date: Sat, 18 Apr 2020 21:40:33 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Trained to be a submissive spouse - installment 1 "Hey, thanks for this Steve, I really appreciate it." Jeff turned to his friend who was wearing sunglasses and driving to the address Jeff had given him. For Steve, it was the end of a long day, and the start of vacation! He had started the day with his shift as a staff veterinarian at the local clinic. Then, a visit to the gym for an arms workout. And after this visit, off to the airport, and then VACATION FOR TWO SOLID WEEKS. "No problem. I don't know what I can do, but if you just want moral support, that I can give. " Steve was a big man: depending on who you asked, , 6' 5" or 6' 6", and a good solid 250. He had a head of silver hair, not unlike Anderson Cooper, and the light blue eyes that gave away his Scandinavian background. One friend had told him that , had he been younger, he could have been Dolph Lundgren's stunt double, which always made Steve laugh. If there were ONE profession he was unsuited for, it was stunt double. While he enjoyed hiking, and was a pretty good runner, sports were not for him. He visited the gym regularly because, at 45, and at his size, maintenance was important. He wasn't unhappy with his body, and when he had time to date, women seemed to be pretty into him. His friend Jeff didn't crack 6 feet, and given the situation Jeff had described to him, he thought that the least he could do was just show up. Jeff and Steve had started college together, and while Steve had gone off to vet school afterward, Jeff had kind of drifted. Odd jobs here and there, gambling, drinking, but he and Steve remained friends. Steve had bailed him out a few times when the money situation really got bad. He didn't know how bad it was this time, until he asked during the drive. "It's about 500k Steve." "HOLY SHIT. How did you get in that deep?" "It's a long story, Steve, not worth boring you. I've got a plan to get out of it, I just , well, this guy scares me, and I think if I'm there with someone, it'll be better than if I'm alone." Steve laughed. "I don't look very fearsome, though, do I?" He was wearing the blue and white striped button down he had worn to work that day, sleeves rolled up, and a pair of fitted jeans. Thankfully, he had had no accidents with his "patients" during the day, so he was clean. His suitcase, packed for his trip, was in the backseat. Jeff told him it would only take about 30 minutes, max, so he was doing quite fine on time. "This is the place Steve. There's a spot right in front of the building." Jeff pointed to one of the newer developments in town, a big, loft structure: one apartment to a floor, all that. They got out of the car, and Jeff again thanked Steve for his help. "forget it Jeff, it's what a friend does." The doorman buzzed for Mr. Zweistadt who indicated that they could go up. When they got to the right floor, the door to the loft was ajar. "Come on in gentlemen," Steve heard a voice from the back of the apartment. When they walked in, he saw a fairly non-descript, businessman type: blue oxford, grey trousers, receding hairline, nothing particularly fearsome. "Jeff, I'm glad you're on time." He held out his hand to Steve. "I'm Tim Zweistadt." "Steve Morris. Nice to meet you." Jeff looked Steve over. "You're a vet , right? " "Yeah, did Jeff tell you?" "He did. Where's vacation? Somewhere exotic and warm, I hope." "Steve laughed. "Gee, Jeff, you've been chatty . All over the Caribbean for two weeks. First break in two years." "I wish Jeff had told me. I have some friends with restaurants down there. Might have worked out. Oh, yeah, also... " He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the name of a beach. "It's a private one, but if you mention my name, and told them we met in NY, they'll let you in. "Coffee Sir?" A dark voice came from the side, and a tall, bald man came into the room. "Oh, not for me Stuart. Maybe our guests.?" "I"m fine," answered Jeff "yeah, me too, said Steve. I wanna try to sleep on the plane." "Oh, yes, of course." He turned to Jeff: so , you're here about the debt? I am, Mr. Zweistadt. " Zweistadt shook his head, and paced a minute or two. "Now, what if I refuse your offer? What are you going to do next, Jeff?" "To tell you the truth Sir, I don't know. I hadn't thought it out. I listened to your demands very carefully and I tried to match them as well as I could. Again, Zweistadt nodded. "Yes, you did. And I think we can call the debt satisfied STUART." The bald man came up from behind Steve and grabbed him in a tight bear hug. "HEY. WHAT THE FUCK. GET OFF OF ME. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Steve saw Jeff staring , looking a little sick. "Steve... I'm sorry. You're payment for my debt. "WHAT. WHAT THE FUCK? " Zweistadt turned to Stuart "Tie him up. In the chair. If he gives you too much trouble, gag him." Steve was a strong man, but this Stuart character was handling him like a weak kitten. His arms WERE fatigued from the gym, but he didn't think he'd be able to fight even if he were at full strength. He felt Stuart passing ropes around his wrists and then his elbows, binding him tightly to the chair. He put his hand over Steve's mouth. "You don't want to make me punish you for screaming, do you, Steve?" Steve shook his head. GOOD. Zweistadt looked at Jeff. "Pitiful. But it's done. Get out. NOW." Jeff looked at Steve one more time. "I'm... I'm sorry Steve.." He turned and left. Stuart left the room too. Now, Steve was tied up, and alone with this Zweistadt character. "I'm sure you're wondering what's going on here, Steve?" Steve couldn't help giving attitude "Ya think?" as he pushed against the ropes, making no progress. "Feisty. I like that. It'll be fun." "WHAT will be fun? Let me go. NOW' Zweistadt shook his head "no no, I don't think so. I spent too much time planning this..." He began to walk closer to Steve. "See, when Jeff fell as far behind in his debts as he did, he didn't have much of value. One thing he has, however, is some attractive friends." He grinned at Steve. "I have been looking for a man to turn into my personal sex slave. A very traditional male version of an old fashioned wife as it were. Jeff gave me a look at his friends, and there was no question in my mind. A big, strong looking guy whom no one would ever think was a sex slave: YOU." "Well, I'm not going to be your sex slave faggot." Steve struggled harder. "I'm not gay, I'm sure as shit not a wife, and I'm not having sex with you. NOW LET ME THE FUCK GO." Zweistadt laughed. In response, I don't care if you're gay. You're not a wife, yet. And yes, you ARE going to have sex with me. Frequently, and playing the passive part. And no, I'm NOT letting you go. " Steve struggled less vigorously. "Come on. People will look for me. Jeff will begin to feel guilty. He'll tell the police. This is all stupid." Again, Zweistadt laughed. "You're supposed to be gone for two weeks. No one is going to look for you, and by the time they do, well..., as you'll find out, I have a plan for making sure they stop. And in about fifteen minutes , we'll be leaving this place. Jeff has no idea where to find me. And he won't try to either, because if he does..." Stuart walked forward. "He wouldn't be the first person Stuart has eliminated." "HELP. HELP ME. Steve began to yell... Zweistadt gave Stuart the 'no' sign, and went over to Steve. He covered his mouth with his hand. "First, no one is in the apartments above and below, so no one heard that. Second.... " he pulled a large bandana out of his pocket and gagged Steve. "And finally, if you would like to test ME, Steve, I will untie you and give you a chance to escape. If you do, fine. If not, you agree to be compliant. What would you like. Do you want the attempt." Steve sat there, and thought for a minute. There didn't seem to be anything to lose, so he shook his head yes. "EXCELLENT. I haven't had a good tussle in a while. Stuart, will you please untie my future man-wife, and pull the chair back? " He smiled. "I'm going to position myself right in front of the door. All you have to do is get past me. The door is partly opened. And you'll have to take my word that Stuart will not interfere." Steve wasn't sure about that, but he rubbed his wrists, and got set. He began to try to circle Zweistadt, looking for a path to the door. He charged. Zweistadt reacted by grabbing him around the middle, and tossing him down on the floor. Steve struggled, but Zweistadt pinned him down firmly. "Nice try. You want a second one?" "Yeah, I do." Very well. I'm having fun... Tell me when you're ready..." Steve got up . He backed up. Clearly, Zweistadt was strong, and Steve was too big to be very fast or good at avoiding a tackle. He thought of Zweistadt as one of the big animals he had worked with as a vet student, and tried some of the techniques he hadn't used in years, to overpower the animal. He tried to go for Zweistadt's throat, and instead, found himself in a very tight choke hold, that was getting tighter by the second. "I could put you to sleep right now, Steve. It might be better. " He pulled tighter. "You had enough?" "YEAH. YEAH. You got me." Steve began to think how he could get himself out of this situation, and he wasn't coming up with any ideas. "You're a man of honor, Steve. That's what Jeff told me. So get your hands behind your back. " Steve took a deep breath, and did what he was told. "Now, the doorman tonight happens to be Stuart's brother, so we'll just need to get downstairs. I'll take your car keys." He pulled them out of Steve's pocket. "and your wallet. You won't be needing this. Let's go." Steve couldn't believe what was happening. Less than an hour ago, he was on his way to a vacation. Now, he was the captive of a man who clearly had him under control, and had every intention of fucking him. When they got to Steve's car, Zweistadt popped the trunk . "Ah, a clean trunk. Perfect. You'll be uncomfortable for a few hours, but, what can we do. "NO.. I'm not going in there. HELP... This part of town was deserted at this hour, and the only people around were Steve, Stuart and his brother, and Zweistadt. Zweistadt pulled out a small syringe. "You know about animal tranquilizers, so you'll understand what I've got here Steve. Trust me. You'll be glad I used it." He injected Steve in his left arm. "Now. In the trunk." Stuart and Zweistadt folded Steve in as best as they could, and slammed the trunk down. "Good work Stuart." Zweistadt pulled a large roll of bills out and handed them to the bald man. "I'll call you if I need anything." "Best of luck Sir. You always liked a challenge, and I think you have one." Zweistadt laughed, and got behind the wheel of the car. He drove for about two hours. He could hear Steve moving in the trunk, so he knew the tranquilizer was wearing off. "Just a few more minutes, to Caleb's Inn. But first." He pulled up alongside the edge of the road. There was a river on the other side of the guard rail. He got out of the car, and opened the trunk. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD LET ME GO," Steve yelled. Zweistadt laughed. "How about I take you out of the car first. Then you tell me if letting you go would do any good." He stood Steve up, steadying him and admiring his ass. "Any idea where you are?" "NONE" "And you won't, because it doesn't matter. Now, let's proceed with the plan." He held Steve firmly by the forearm. "Nice. There's a gym where we're going , you'll get even more buff." He put Steve's phone, and wallet in the car. Then he put the keys in the ignition, slammed the door shut, windows open, and gave the car a push. It began to move. Soon, it had crashed through the fence, and went straight down to the river, where it began sinking. "MY CAR!" Steve yelled, and Zweistadt laughed. "What is it with you str8 guys? You're in the middle of nowhere, tied up, and you're worried about your car. So, Steve, here's the first part of my beautiful plan. A man going away on vacation by himself, has an accident and crashes through a divider. He's got his windows open, so for all anyone knows, he floated out through the car. Maybe a door will even open, who knows? But in any event, your car, and you, are now gone." He pointed to a sports car on the other side of the road. "My car. We'll use it. GET IN." "I have to use the bathroom," Steve whined. "Hold it for ten minutes. We're gonna spend the night at an inn. You can go there." He put Steve in the passenger seat, and got in to drive. He patted Steve's thigh. "Nothing you can do, big Steve, so you may as well try to relax." They pulled up in front of a nondescript inn. Zweistadt had called his friend Caleb before they took off, and he was standing out front, waiting. "Hey Caleb. How's it going?" Zweistadt pulled out Steve and brought him over to the Inn. He looked at Caleb beseechingly, and he could have sworn Caleb shook his head no. "Nice one, Tim. Big. Solid. Just the way you like them. Congratulations. You deserve it. "Thanks. He's smart too. A veterinarian. " "No shit. If you let your wives' work you'd find a job for him in no time." "WIVES?" thought Steve. Am I NOT the only one? What's going on? "I've got your favorite room ready. The one with the four poster. You guys wanna have some supper. "Sounds good to me. Let me ask my bride to be. You hungry Steve? "YEAH I'm hungry. And I'm pissed off. " "Well, hunger I can take care of. You're gonna have to learn to take care of the other part yourself." Caleb brought them to a big room, with a four poster bed in the middle. "Now, how about you take care of your bathroom needs, Steve, and then we'll head to the dining room. Caleb's a good cook. Basic, but good. It'll tide you over." Feeling helpless, Steve went off to the bathroom. Window barred, no other exit, what could he do ? No way to get away from this crazy. "Incidentally," Zweistadt said to Steve. "Caleb is a trained marksman, so IF you managed to get away, he could pick you off with no trouble. He shoots to wound, not to kill." "FUCK" thought Steve. "I am REALLY fucked." He didn't realize how hungry he was until he sat down at the table and they brought out the food. He ate, in silence, for about fifteen minutes, before he stopped. "Can you please let me go? I don't want this. I'm not gay, you're an attractive man, and I'm sure you could find someone instead of me." Zweistadt smiled. "You're being too modest Steve. There's no one else quite like you. Believe me, I've looked. And while I'm admittedly very old fashioned in my views, I'm not that bad a guy. You'll see. Now, shall we get back to the room and get some rest" He smiled. "I don't think I have any choice, do I?" Zweistadt led him back to the room. "I know my name is a mouthful, so eventually, you'll call me Sir, or Master. Never Tim. As my man wife, you don't have that right. "I'm not your manwife.. TIM" WHACK. The hand went across Steve's face so hard, he fell back on the bed. "That's the kind of attitude that's gonna get you in a LOT of trouble. I want you to take off all your clothes. ALL of them. Then lay on the bed. On your back. Don't make me hit you again." Steve began to cry, but he began unbuttoning his shirt. "OH YEAH, " Zweistadt muttered. "Look at all that beautiful hair. " As Steve dropped his pants and jock, Zweistadt continued his admiration. "NICE. Nice nice ass. And a pretty good sized cock. Good balls too. No reason to geld you... yet. " He indicated the top of the bed with a gesture. "arms out to your sides." Again, Steve didn't see an alternative, so he did what he was told. Zweistadt locked them in place. He got undressed, and laid down next to Steve. "Now, here are my rules. I do NOT fuck anyone unless they ask me to , so until you do that, your ass is safe from my dick. BUT... I need to learn ALL your hotspots, and as a straight man, you probably don't even know them. "I DO know my hot spots." Steve spat out. "Oh really, then start talking. "I'm not telling you anything." Came back the answer. "Then let me get to work... Zweistadt began to circle Steve's nip with his finger. The exhalation of breath, followed by the biting of his lip, showed him he had found one of those hotspots. So, too, did the beginnings of Steve's erection. "You bastard. " Steve got out, just before Zweistadt got his mouth on his second nippled. "OH SHIT.. OOOOH. OOOOH. Steve began to moan. "I have a feeling the only one who knew about that spot before me... was you... You probably played with yourself to get hard. Now.... you've got me..." He moved his second hand to Steve's growing cock. "You wanna cum for me, handsome." "NO. I don't... OH SHIT..." Steve's head fell back as his captor began manipulating his cock. "Sure you don't wanna cum for me? Because I could bring you to the edge, and keep you there, all night. Steve began to squirm. "OK. Yes. I wanna cum. I wanna cum now. But I wanna do it." Zweistadt laughed. "You'll earn that right. But tonight, I'll take care of it." He kept his one hand on Steve's nip, and then he brought his other hand down to Steve's crotch. His finger circled Steve's hole, which got a yelp, and then he licked his finger, and began pushing it into Steve. "OH MAN..." Zweistadt smiled. "It's better when someone else does it, isn't it, Steve?" When steve didn't answer, Zweistadt put his mouth over Steve's ear. "I'm gonna break you so easily you'll be stunned. Look how hard you are.. And how close." When Zweistadt moved his mouth, his beard scruff accidentally rubbed against Steve's neck. "OH FUCK OH FUCK. " It was the trigger, and Steve began to shoot, wildly. Zweistadt smiled. "THERE we go. Good orgasm, studmuffin?" In a moment of weakness, Steve confessed. "Yes. One of the best I've had. " His captor smiled. "Now, eventually, it will be YOUR job to take care of my erections, but for now..." He straddled Steve, and began to tell him all the things he was going to do to him. If the truth were told, Steve was getting a little excited again, but not nearly as much as Zweistadt, who shot a wad so big, it caught Steve on his nose and mouth. "LICK IT UP. LICK IT UP OR I"LL RIP THESE OFF." He grabbed Steve's balls. "Yes. Yes. OK.." Steve moved his tongue over his face, getting the jizz. "You're gonna use the shower first, because I'm gonna have to retie you before we go to bed. Then it's my turn. Don't take too long. Steve got into the shower. Standard showers were always a problem for him, and this was no exception. But he got cleaned up, and came out, wrapped in a waist towel. "GOD You're pretty, Steve. SO FUCKING PRETTY." Zweistadt came up and tried to kiss him. Steve wasn't having that, so Zweistadt grabbed his balls. "It's ok, this time. Just know that you're in a whole lot of shit, and I can hurt you, big time. Now get your wrists in front of you. " He tied Steve's wrists together, then used a long length of rope to tie his ankle to the base of the bed. "THERE. Now you can use the bathroom if you want to, but you're not going anywhere." While Zweistadt was in the bathroom, Steve tried. He was right. He was going nowhere. "I like spooning when I sleep, big man. So you just come on over here." He pulled Steve into his body. "You try to sleep. I can get more tranquilizer if you want. You're gonna be sleeping like this for a while.

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Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2023 22:15:45 +0000 (UTC) From: "[email protected]" Subject: Trained to be a submissive spouse - installment 5 "Today is the day you learn, Steve, that I will NOT tolerate what you did today, and you're also going to learn the first fundamentals of submission." Miller stood in front of Steve. Steve's arms were chained to a bar over his head, and Miller had first kicked his ankles apart before he attached a shackle with a weight to each ankle. A single piece of duct tape sealed Steve's mouth shut. He was naked from the waist down, and his shirt hung open. He was so hard that his cock was lifting the cage straight out in front of him. That's how sensitive his nipples were when Miller exploited "the spot" he had found. He wasn't playing with Steve's nipples now, though. Instead he was bringing more "toys" as he called them to the working table next to Steve. They weren't in the "playroom" Miller had used before. This room was a few levels below. It was darker, colder, and the devices on display looked much more painful than the ones in the other room. Steve had tested the thick leather wrist restraints when Miller had gone back to the other room to get some of the objects he loved to use on Steve. "Now, we start your punishment and training, Steve," Miller spoke. "And I'm going to add something in honor of Cyrus. Your beef is with me, not with him." Cyrus was the barber. All of this had started earlier in the day, after Miller and Steve had woken up. It had started the way all the days did, with Miller straddling Steve, and working his nipples until Steve began to moan. He had gloated "You HATE that I know about this spot, don't you, big steve?" "You fucking know I do. That's why you do it," Steve got out in between moans. "Oh, no, you're very wrong about that, handsome. I do it because it lets you know who's in charge and because..." he shoved his crotch in front of Steve's face. "It gets me so damned excited. Just like you." It was true: the combination of not getting to cum for a couple of days, and the nipple work, was making Steve horny as hell. He knew there weren't any women at the "manor," but one of those boys would do: just sucking him off, or..." "It won't be too long before you have cock in your ass, steve. And your mouth. And you learn exactly what your duties are going to be. I can't wait to hear you calling me `Sir.' "I'll NEVER call you SIR, BASTARD. You can shove whatever you want in me, but you're not my Master, and it's not happening." Miller chuckled. "You know, there's a betting line for how long you're gonna hold out. I don't think it's much longer because..." he went back to Steve's nipples. "This makes you SO FUCKING HORNY" if I do it long enough, you'll beg me to do anything to stop it." Miller wasn't wrong. Steve knew it. But he also knew that Miller liked playing different games with him, and he just hoped nothing impacted him the way the tit play did. "So, I've been thinking, stud. As things stand, you're a very, VERY hot guy, and the thought of you being a sub gets just about everyone hot and bothered. I was wondering if it were possible for you to look hotter. I think there may be. We're visiting the barber today: what's hotter than a tall, buff man who's also got a shaved head, on his knees, sucking cock?" Miller grinned as Steve began to struggle. "I have an answer to that. What's hotter than a tall, buff man with a shaved head sucking cock? The same guy getting fucked. OH YEAH." "YOU'RE NOT SHAVING MY HEAD BASTARD. NO FUCKING WAY." Then, Miller pressed his knee into Steve's locked dick , and his protests stopped. "Let's get you ready for Cyrus. I made an appointment last night. He'll also measure that right nip: you're gonna get pierced, maybe tatted." Miller made a slurping noise. "THIS is so fucking hot. You're the sub I've been dreaming about." "KEEP DREAMING FAGGOT," Steve yelled as Miller got out of the bed. He looked at Steve. "I think you're a closet pain pig, stevie. You KNOW you're gonna pay for that." A half hour later, Miller had his hand firmly on Steve's bicep as he led him to the barber's office. Steve had started to pull away but stopped. "You're learning, stud. Good. Next step: when you walk with me, you keep your hands behind your back as if you're tied up." "Why the hell don't you just tie me up?" Miller laughed. "OOOOH, he's asking for it. I like that in a sub. I don't tie you up because you have to show your submission, and that's one way you do." "Good to know," Steve snorted as they got to the barber. He smiled. He looked at Steve. "Three more days. That's my bet." "FUCK YOU TOO" is how Steve answered. "Now, now, stevie. I want to finish your torment by the early evening and if you keep on giving me reasons to add to it, we'll never get done." He turned to Cyrus. "Full off. Every bit of it. Cue ball sharp." Cyrus smiled. "Just like Samson. Think it'll make him less resistant?" Miller chuckled. "Oh, I hope not. Showing this stud how helpless he really is is a great deal of fun. "Let's start with the pecs. Shall I open his shirt?" "No, I think I'll do that. I enjoy hearing this sub to be grunt." Miller popped two buttons on steve's shirt, and Cyrus brought over an apparatus that looked like an old mathematical protractor. "The old stuff still gives the best results." Steve winced as the device closed on his nipple, and he tried to suppress a moan of pleasure as Cyrus moved one leg of the device around the penumbra of his tit. "Surprisingly small for such a big guy, Miller." "Yeah, I'm not sure if I'm eventually gonna wanna do something to make those tits bigger, but we shall see. " He signaled to a chair. "Sit. I'll be back very soon. Just got to run an errand. Start without my Cyrus. It's fine." "Very well, Sir. " As Miller left the room, Cyrus spoke to Steve. "There are looped restraints on the chair arms. If you'd feel better using them, be my guest. You need to stay absolutely still while I'm working so you're not injured." "I'M NOT STAYING STILL ANY MORE YOU FUCKING BUNCH OF PERVERTS!" Steve charged out of the chair, nearly knocking it over and shoving Cyrus back. He charged at the door and pulled it open. Miller was standing there. He had a big grin on his face. "Care to repeat your capture, Steven?" Steve gulped. "No. I know better." Miller grinned. "Let me give you some education, Steven. Right now, I'm the only person here who knows your secret weak spot (Cyrus had left while Miller took command). I'm sure that, oh, if those two young men who helped me the other day knew, well, that information could be all over this place in less than an hour." "They have to take me down, first. You're probably the only one who could." Steve grunted. "Oh, you're right on that, I guarantee. Combat one on one? You'll win. But...gang banging is a very popular sport around here, and I wonder how you'd do against three of them? Four of them? And then when they have you pinned down and helpless, and each has a crack at your tits...And by the way, most of them won't care whether you've submitted or not." Steve's face looked like he had swallowed something bad. So, Steven, you'd best resign yourself to the fact that I have you under my control. You will NOT escape. "I know that" Steve whispered. Miller answered jubilantly. "You're going to know even better after today is over. Now take your seat. Let Cyrus do his work." Resignedly, Steve sat down and closed his eyes. He didn't want to watch Cyrus work, but he could hear the shears and then the scissors, and he could feel them. He was very proud of his hair, and it was... going, going, gone." "A FINE JOB CYRUS. A beautiful job." Miller walked over and he stroked the top of Steve's head. "OH, it makes your ears look even more delectable, Steven. Let's go take a look. If you don't think `I'd fuck that,' you're not being honest." Miller walked Steve over to a full-length mirror. The tight-fitting button-down shirt, the tight jeans and... his bald head. Steve felt his cock bang against the cage. "He's right. I'm fucking hot," he thought. He saw Miller come into the frame of the mirror behind him and felt him drop his hand down to Steve's crotch. "Like an iron rod, steve. I knew it." Steve whimpered. He didn't want to admit that Miller was right. He felt Miller's hand move from his crotch and felt the hand pulling his arms behind him. He knew better than to resist, and he head the clink of handcuffs going around his wrists. "Now let's go, handsome. Today could be a VERY big day for you." "MMMMMMMMMPH". Steve tried to protest as Miller slipped his pants off him and then immobilized his legs. He had already rearranged the handcuffs so that Steve was stretched out vertically. Miller was unbuttoning his shirt completely. "You look scared, Steve. Are you frightened." Steve's expression changed from fear to anger. Another bit of rage escaped his lips, but then he quieted down, and nodded in assent. "You should be. Rest assured; I will not do anything that will hurt you. Make you sore, definitely. Leave a mark? Well, your behavior toward Cyrus is what earned that. But now, let's start with one of my favorite things." He picked up two small vibrators that had Velcro strips attached to them. "One for each pit, stevie. They each carry a charge for about an hour and leave my hands free to do...other things. Steve's arms were completely immobilized. He couldn't do anything to stop Miller from placing one vibrator under each pit. "Three. Two. One." Miller turned each one on, and Steve began to sweat. The tape kept him from laughing out loud, and the electrical action of the vibrators meant there was absolutely no relief from the tickling. He squirmed, tried to push them off, and nothing worked. "Seeing you struggle is doing me SO much good, Steven. Now, the next step is going to be a bit of rehearsal for something you're going to be doing a lot in the future. Not with this one though." Miller brought over a collar. It had a long strap hanging from it, and a Velcro loop at the end. When Steve resisted as Miller was putting the collar on him, Miller advised him that the vibrators were on their lowest power, and they could easily be kicked up." "YOU FUCK" yelled Steve, which came out as "MFMFF" and earning a laugh from Miller, as he attached the loop to the base of Steve's cock. The lead was too short for comfort, and it resulted in Steve's cock being lifted up, just about an inch. "Just the amount of space we need for what's next. Part I of the Cyrus punishment." Miller picked up a very small device that was really only two strips of leather attached to an eye hook. "Perfect size for ball beating." He whacked the straps against the bottom of Steve's balls, and Steve nearly passed out. The intensity of the vibrators was hard enough to deal with, and now, the whipping his balls were getting. What stunned him was that a "current" was going directly to his cock, which was fighting desperately to break out of the cage. "Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty." Heh heh. Got your mind off the underarms at least, didn't it?" "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH." Miller was running his hands up and down Steve's ribs and it was driving him crazy. "Well, we're going to finish up the punishment for abusing Cyrus. See, Steve, I love nipple torture. Cyrus loves to spank his boys. This is for him." Miller picked up a larger leather strap and stepped behind Steve. The first strike his Steve's ass, and he yelped. He continued to yelp until Miller got to sixteen. Then he just went into a head space until Miller called "TWENTY-FIVE." "So beautifully red, Steven. I need a picture. Just so I can share it with Cyrus. It'll make his day. The only thing he'd enjoy more is doing it himself. And I just might let him do it." Miller reached up and pulled the tape from Steve's mouth. "I'm sorry I caused so much trouble. Please let me down. Please." "AH, I can't do that Steve. You're missing a little three letter word. Say it, and I might consider." "NEVER" Steve shook his head. "Well, I think we'll move from tickling your pits, to something MUCH more interesting." Miller took the vibrators off from Steve's armpit area. "These can tickle you ANYWHERE, and I have some spots in mind, studmuffin. And you...ha ha, are going to be surprised each time." Miller picked up blindfolds. "I've used these myself. They will completely cut out your vision. "NO, PLEASE. PLEASE DON'T DO THAT." Then he saw nothing. "Soon, we'll use the blindfolds AND a gag. It's very hot, Samson. Now..." Steve gave out a scream when Miller ran a vibrator along the interior edge of his ass. He also touched one to Steve's balls with his other hand. The vibrators moved all over Steve's body, including his pits again. Somehow, being in darkness made everything feel more pronounced, stronger. "You like this, don't you Steve? Your cock is so hard, I bet you'd like to BEG to shoot." That was true. Steve DID want to cum, badly. That he would admit. He WOULD beg for it. But admitting he liked it? First, he had to admit it to himself and... "PLEASE. Is there anything I can do to get you to let me cum?" "AH. Still missing a magic word, steve. I'm afraid not. And I think that it's probably time for me to force the issue." He took the blindfolds off steve, but he left the collar and ball harness on him. "I want you to not only see what happens next. I want you to see the joy in my face as it happens." Miller took a position in front of Steve, and then he began working the edges of each of Steve's nipples with his fingers: the Achilles' heel for Steve. His moaning got louder and louder. He thought that his nerves would go dead after a while, but Miller took frequent, short breaks, and they were firing as hot after fifteen minutes as they were at the first minute. Steve could feel his face contorting, and he saw the evil look on Miller's face. "Another fifteen minutes, steve, and you'll do anything I say, won't you?" Steve didn't answer but continued to try to squirm. Miller squeezed Steve's nips, hard. "YOU'LL DO ANYTHING I SAY, WON'T YOU?" He yelled. Panting, Steve gasped out an answer. "Yeah. You're probably right." "Well then I should keep doing this, shouldn't I?" He lowered his voice. "Because you enjoy it too." He pushed his knee against Steve's locked dick to prove that he knew how hard Steve was. "You like it, don't you?" "Yes Sir, I do," formed in Steve's mind, but he didn't say it. "You can TELL I fucking like it. When you play with my tits it puts my whole body on fire." "Well, how about we extinguish those flames for a bit, steve? I'm going to take you down from the restraints, and then you're going to do exactly what I say. And I'm NOT fucking you in any way. Not here anyway." "IF I REFUSE?" "Then I'll just repeat the entire sequence I've just used, only this time...the vibrators go up two degrees in intensity. And don't forget young man, I haven't even BEGUN to work on your feet." He huffed and groaned and moaned and then Steve said. "Yeah, ok. You win. I'll do it." Miller moved very methodically as he released the lead line and cuff from Steve's balls and took the weights off his ankles. Then he uncuffed Steve. "Get your pants back up, steven. This will look better that way." "WHAT will look better?" Steve was becoming arrogant again. "One of the fundamental positions for subs, is on their knees, hands behind their backs. Chests pushed out. DO IT." Steve blinked and he saw himself in that position. He felt a drop of pre-cum drip out of his cage. He didn't want to, but... he dropped to his knees. He put his hands behind his back and pushed out his chest. And in his head, he spoke the words "Yes, Sir." "LOOK UP AT ME STEVE. You'll see the man who's going to be your Dom spouse, and your Master. Understand that." Miller had his hands on his hips, and he stood so close to Steve that Steve could smell his cologne and his sweat. Then he stepped behind Steve. He covered Steve's hand with his mouth. "MMMMMMMMMMMPH" Steve answered reflexively. "SUCK MY THUMB, STEVEN. SUCK THE THUMB OF YOUR DOM." Timidly, Steve stuck out his tongue. He began to lick at Miller's finger. He didn't resist when Miller put two, then three fingers in his mouth. His other hand reached around and played with a nipple. He whispered: "I'm gonna FUCK you tonight, Steve, aren't I?" Steve gulped. He felt like he was jumping into a dark space as he answered: "Yes, Sir." Miller continued. "And why is that?" Again, Steve hesitated for a minute. "Because I submit, Sir. I submit to you." Through clenched teeth Miller spoke: "the man who would never call me Sir, who would never submit... HAS JUST BECOME MY BITCH, HASN'T HE?" Steve had no idea what had come over him, but it seemed that he had been waiting all his life for the chance to answer that question as "Yes, Sir." They went back to Miller's bedroom. Steve had never been as scared in his life as he was when Miller said "every stitch of clothes, off you. Then on the bed. On your back." Steve complied. He knew Miller had toys in the room and he'd use them. "Please, Sir, I'm not ready to get fucked." "Yes, you are," Miller answered. "Because, sub, a sub is ALWAYS ready to get fucked if his DOM is ready to fuck him. And I am ready to fuck you." When Miller dropped his clothes, Steve saw that indeed, he was. He was dripping, and hard, and... He pushed Steve's legs apart. He spat in his hand and rubbed his cock. "OH, I have waited for this. It's going to be so good." He began sliding in. Steve winced. In a few minutes, he wouldn't be a gay virgin anymore. Miller took him the way Steve thought he would: he took charge, and it was thorough. Every time Steve began to moan in pain, Miller grabbed his nipples and slid in even further. "So much happens now, steven. The piercing, the tatting, and our honeymoon. After the ceremony. OH MY. You were ready." Miller's endowment was substantial, and it was completely in Steve. It felt like he could take more. "Ceremony, Sir?" "Oh, of course. We now have to let everyone here know, you're off limits. Taken. Owned. You'll get one last chance to sow your wild oats, and then... my sub spouse." Miller pushed, and Steve felt an explosion almost rip him apart. He saw the look on Miller's face. "Tomorrow, steve, you go from being my sub, to my sub spouse. And the day after, we leave for warmer parts. And when we come back, it's a new life for you." Steve's response to this made Miller laugh. "Sir, can I shoot my load now?"

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Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2024 17:44:20 +0000 From: Iain Bell Subject: Office Worker to Sewage Worker Office Worker to Sewage Worker As I looked at my watch, I finally realised that it was finally five o'clock and I could get out of here. I used to like my job, but we had a new boss, we all had an appraisal, I expected it to be good as it always was with the old boss who retired, but it went wrong, dreadfully wrong, he disliked me, I had no idea why. He said in not so many words that his main job in life was to make my life hell, as he wanted me out. I got in the lift "fuck I need to find another job and fucking quickly" I said to the empty lift. "Fuck this, I need a couple of pints, the girlfriend can wait, I'll text her later" I said as I reached ground level, I jumped on the tube and got off at a random station and made my way to the nearest pub. I was not looking where I was going and bumped into someone as I opened the door to the pub "Sorry, I was not looking where I was going" I said apologising. "So, you fucking should apologise you fucking twat." He said angrily, I looked up as he turned round, there was a skinhead. He looked very menacing, I felt intimidated. "Erm, can I buy you a pint by way of an apology?" I said a little scared. "Yes, you can you fucking ponce." He said looking me up and down. I went to the bar and got two pints of bitter, I gave one to him "Bottoms up" he said as he drank his beer. "So, what brings you to this fucking pub, I mean a suit in here is a bit out of place?" I looked around and realised that all the patrons were manual workers wearing Hi-Viz, skinheads, bikers, and a smattering of leather "I see what you mean; I have had a bad day at work and needed a couple of pints." The skinhead smiled and nodded. "Well fucking drink then boy, I'll get us another couple." He got up, went to the bar, and got two more pints. He went to the bar before I could say anything. When he came back, he put his hand on my knee, I looked up, and his eyes were bright red, I found myself not able to look away. I felt a strange sensation, I could hear him speaking but I could not hear what he was saying. The skinhead blinked and I was able to look away. I picked up my pint and downed in one, I rubbed my lips on the sleeve of my jacket, the skinhead went to the bar and came back with more beer. He grinned as he handed it to me. After he sat down, he lit a cigarette and offered me one. "I don't smoke." I politely said, he smiled and nodded. I do not know how but we chatted easily, he was not exactly well educated but we seemed to get along with each other, as he lit each cigarette, his eyes went red, and I just stared into them. I had no idea of time as the late afternoon passed into evening; I had lost count of how many pints I had supped. He put his hand on my knee again and I looked up into his eyes, again they were red, and I could not look away. He lit another cigarette and handed me a lit one "thanks bro" I said after a while, taking it and inhaling the smoke. "Fuck that's better," I said not realising that I did not smoke, I saw the skinhead smile at me. "Another pint boy?" the skinhead asked. "I should go, my girlfriend will wonder where the fuck I am, I should text her." I felt around my pockets and could not find my phone anywhere. "I cannot find my phone, where on earth is it?" My new skinhead mate pointed to a pint glass filled with yellow liquid "you had a piss and dropped it in there, you said your girlfriend could go fuck herself as you were enjoying yourself far too much." "Did I, I must have had more to drink than I thought." I tried to stand up and realised I was going to fall over "I must be drunk." "After the amount of beer, you have downed I am not surprised." He held me and took me outside into the air. "It's dark?" I said in total surprise. "What the fuck do you expect as 10:30 at night?" "WHAT" he showed me the time on his phone. "I've missed my last train, what am I going to do now." I said in panic. "Well don't worry yourself; I offered you a bed at my place, don't you remember?" "I can't say I do." "Well, I did" he said looking me in the eyes again, they were bright red, and I found that I wanted to look at them I wanted to do as he told me too. "I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you." The skinhead took my arm, and I felt a tingling sensation in my fingers, it went all the way up to my shoulder, across my neck and down the other arm and finally down to my fingertips. I also felt my cock get hard and he led me up some stairs to what I assumed was his place. I was in no fit state to argue and followed like a lost sheep. When he opened the door to his place, he sat me down on a chair and I must have passed out, as the next thing I knew was it was daylight when I finally opened my eyes. "Well, you certainly put away enough beer last night Chas?" I looked at the skinhead and realised he was naked, and I saw his nipples and cock were pierced. His cock was also half-erect. I could not help but stare it was so long and fat. "Come on, you need a shower, bring some life back into you." He led me to the shower and got in with me. He used a bottle of something on me and as I stood there, he rubbed the stuff all over my body, even my hair. He grinned down at me and then went ahead to clean himself, but he used a different bottle on himself. No thoughts of objecting crossed my mind, everything was normal in my mind. I suddenly felt all tingly and told him, "Good" was all he said and pulled me under the spray, I felt calm, no idea why but I suddenly felt good, I did not realise that all my hair was disappearing down the drain. "There, much better boy." I then noticed that both arms including my hands were tattooed, every part from the shoulders to my fingertips were covered in ink. I looked at the tatts and then up into his eyes which were red once more, I felt that I wanted to ask why I had tatts but thought better of it. "Why do you call me boy?" I asked when I we were drying ourselves. "It was you that told me to call you boy." "Did I, I don't seem to remember that." "You seem to have forgotten a lot lately." "Have I?" "In the pub last night, you told me how much you wanted to suck my cock in front of everyone." "Fuck I must have been pissed; I do not remember any of that. He placed his hand on my head and held it there, "Get on your knees boy, and take me into your mouth." I knelt and looked at his long fat cock; I could feel my mouth salivate as I opened it to take in the zero-gauge piercing followed by the large head of his cock. It never crossed my mind that I had never sucked a cock before; all I knew was that I needed his cock so fucking badly. "Good boy." He grabbed hold of the back of my head and pushed, "If you puke boy, expect to lick it up" I felt myself gag but he did not stop until all his huge cock was balls deep in my throat. "Remember to breathe through your nose, I've told you often enough." "Keep your fucking head still boy," he said angrily but I did as I he said as he started face fucking me. "Much better boy" he rammed his cock in and out of my throat for what seemed ages before I felt his large set of low hangers rise, I then got his cum, I felt every spurt as it slid down into my stomach. He kept his cock in my throat and rested for a moment or two. He started pissing he even pulled his cock out so I could taste it and swallowed everything. "There boy, that's you fed and watered," he said with a huge grin. "Go and get dressed boy, I have laid some clothes on my bed for you." I went into what I found was his bedroom; on the bed was a set of skinhead gear like his, except my jeans had a big yellow zip round the arse. I pulled on the jeans I found them incredibly tight, but I managed to get them up and fastened. I pulled on the Fred Perry polo shirt, boot socks and a finally the braces over my shoulders. I was trying to put my boots on when he came in "What the fuck is wrong with you today boy, you cannot even remember how to put boots on properly." "Sorry sir" I said feeling deflated, it must have shown on my face. "It is okay boy; at least you have me to look after you." My face brightened up and he pulled me up and into a long hot snog. "Right boy, let's get going, you are finally having your first piercing today, I thought it was about time, you have been asking me for long enough." "Have I sir?" "Yes boy, you have." He grabbed hold of my head, and I looked up at him, his eyes were red again, I could not look away even if my life depended on it. "I am also glad you remembered to call me sir, next time you forget you will get slapped so fucking hard, do you understand boy?" I nodded and he picked up the smokes, money, and we were off. We arrived at a shop, and he pushed me inside "oi, oi mate" said the skinhead behind the counter. "My boy is to have flesh tunnels in his ears as big as you dare go, on the small of his back I want piss and cum dump with an arrow pointing to his arse." "Excellent choice for a boy" he said totting up how much it would cost. Sir handed over a card "Put your pin number in boy, I hope you have not forgotten it?" "No sir." I put my pin number in and paid. "Right boy get on the bed; we'll do the tatts first followed by the piercing." I lay down and sir handed me a pill and a small glass of water "just something to take the pain away boy" and sir winked at the skinhead piercer. I must have fallen asleep and the next thing I knew sir was waking me up "all done boy." I stood up and looked at the tatts on my arms and sir handed me a mirror so I could see my ears, I had large holes through my ears with steel tunnels through to keep them open. Sir also showed me the tatt on my back although it was back to front, and I could not read it, but I smiled when sir explained what it said. We left the shop and walked down the high street, I kept glancing in shop windows and looking at myself and smiling. "You must like your piercings boy?" "I do sir, thank you for allowing me to have them done, you said I had been asking for the piercings and extra tatts, how long have I been asking." "You have been begging me for months, so I finally gave in." I looked up at sir and smiled "Thank you sir, I am sorry to have begged." Sir looked at me and then he looked away, but I could see him grin. Sir pushed me down an alleyway away from public gaze, "get on your fucking knees boy." I knelt and looked up; sir opened his tight skinhead jeans and hauled out his long fat cock. I assumed he was going to get me to suck him off I leant forward "NO" he said sternly, so I sat back wondering what was going to happen. I did not have to wait long sir began pissing over me; he was covering my whole body my top, my jeans, and my head. His flow began to slow down and finally stopped. "There boy, much better, you will always smell of piss from now on." I was staring into his red eyes again and felt safe and comforted. "Yes sir, thank you sir." we walked out of the alley and into the bright sunshine. I was dripping piss, but I felt safe with sir by my side. "Take this boy." "What is it boy?" "None of your fucking business boy; Just take the fucking pill." I looked down knowing that I had upset him and took the pill. "So, you fucking should look away from me boy, fucking cunt, when will you fucking learn never to question me, why the fuck do I keep you around when you constantly defy me." I fell to the floor and started to lick his boots, the only way I knew without speaking of showing him I wanted him to keep me. "So, you fucking should boy." I could hear people passing but I did not give a fuck, all I wanted to do was show he was my boss. "Get the fuck up boy" I stood, and he kissed me deeply. "Yeah at least you know how to say sorry." He smiled and we continued. I was still piss wet when we arrived at what looked like a sex shop, sir went in, and I followed. "Oi, oi mate" sir said addressing the old geezer behind the counter. "Need a butt plug for the boy here, been nagging me for fucking months for something other than my cock filling it." "No worries, mate" he pointed to a curtain "through there all sorts of types, shapes and sizes." We went through and sir looked at all the diverse types, he picked up one "This'll do boy" and he took it back to the counter. Sir paid for the plug and the lube "Can I fit it here; he will only keep on until he gets in inside his cunt." "Yeah mate, of course." I saw the old man's eyes light up, I lowered the zip on my bleachers exposing my arse, I saw him open the packet with the plug in and realised how big it was, but I was so fucking out of it, I just giggled. I bent over as sir lubed both the plug and me and I felt something, I expected pain but felt none, I suppose it was the pill. I looked over and saw the old man had his cock out and was wanking himself. "Nearly there boy" I felt one large push from sir, and he stepped back "There boy, you will always wear that now, except when I or some other fucker is loading you up of course." "Yes, sir thank you sir." I thought nothing of the fact that I was a virgin or in fact, that I was not even gay, to me it was normal to have a master to obey. I pulled the bright yellow zip around my arse and felt the plug push deeper causing a moan from me. "Does that feel better boy?" "Yes sir, thank you for allowing me to wear a plug in my cunt." I got to the floor and licked his boots for around 10 minutes before he ordered me to stand. Sir took me back into the street, as we walked, I felt the plug move deep in my cunt, I must have moaned as sir looked down at me and grinned "Good boy, feel good having your cunt plugged?" "Oh yes sir." I grinned up at him. We arrived at a house and sir knocked on the door "oi, oi" sir said when the skinhead opened the door. "Oi, oi yourself you fucking cunt" and they hugged each other and bumped fists. "This skinhead was naked except for his skinhead boots, he was pierced and tattooed everywhere, I felt my own cock get hard inside my tight skinhead jeans "thanks for the compliment boy" he said looking down at my crotch. He ushered us inside, sir sat on the sofa, and I of course sat at his boots on the floor. "Is everything set up for Monday morning?" "Yeah, of course they are, are you sure you don't mind me and the lads using his body?" "Nah, he gets off on being used and thinks of nothing more than a cock deep in his cunt and throat." Sir cuffed me over the head "Don't you boy." "Yes sir." "Well in that case come over here and suck on my cock, I need a piss anyway." I crawled over on all fours, took the large piercing into my mouth, and slowly down into my throat. I could feel his balls against my chin and knew I had it all I stopped and waited. I soon felt him start to piss; his yellow golden nectar was sliding down my throat and filling my stomach." Fuck yeah, there is nothing like a boy who likes drinking piss, I fucking hate to waste good piss down the bog." He withdrew his cock, and I crawled back to sir, I was disappointed that I did not get his cum and must have shown on my face, "you wanted his cum didn't you boy?" I smiled up at sir and nodded. "I'll find you some cum later boy." I smiled and settled back at his boots. I heard sir and his mate talking but I ignored the conversation it was two alpha studs talking. Sir handed me a bag "Come on boy, time to find you some cock. Your work clothes are in there, Jack will pick you up at seven AM on Monday morning." "Yes sir" I said automatically, I had no idea what I did for work, I had visions of working in an office, but how, I was thick as two short planks and kept on forgetting things as sir always reminds me. I wanted to ask sir but thought better of it. We left Jack's flat and headed out into the street and towards the tube station, we got on the first tube, and it was packed. "How does your cunt feel boy" sir asked in a loud voice "Does the butt plug feel comfortable now?" "Yes sir" I said embarrassed, sir just laughed his head off. Everyone stared at the two of us, sir lowered the rear zip round my skinhead jeans "now turn round boy" I turned and faced sir, I immediately felt a hand on my arse and soon the same hand was pressing the plug causing me to moan lustily. Sir knew this would happen and smiled. "This is our stop boy" he said, and the hand stopped and did up the zip on my jeans, the train stopped, and sir and I got off the train. I looked back and a man with a shaved head, wearing a suit looked back and winked. ******** When we arrived back sir opened the door and went in with me following, he went straight to the kitchen where he stood with his back against the countertop "boy, you look confused, what is wrong?" I looked up at him and his eyes were red once more, I could not look away. "I know this sounds daft sir, but what work do I do, I seem not to be able to remember." "You are dumb boy, but at least you are a good fuck." As I looked at him his eyes red, but he had a smile across his face "you work sewage, cleaning filthy drains, piss-soaked toilets, clean shit from blocked sewers, anything filthy." He said with a huge grin. "I have in my mind that I work in an office sir." Sir let out a large laugh "you work in an office, boy you are thick as shit, how the fuck you think you work in an office is beyond me, you can barely write your name and add up." "Yes sir, sorry sir." Sir pulled me up with his strong arms and held me there, he snogged me deeply. "At least you are good at something boy, you suck my cock better than any other boy I have had, and your cunt always feels like the first time I fucked you all those months ago, nice and tight." I flung my arms round his neck and kissed him deeply. "Thank you sir for looking after me, I am sorry that I cannot remember things." "Don't worry boy, I am here to look after you, now I need a piss, do you want to drink it or have it up your cunt?" "Sir, first, is it wrong of me to want to stink of piss all the time, I loved it when you pissed over me in the alley, I think I want piss all the time now and I do not care if it is up my cunt, in my throat or over my body." Sir grinned at me, "no boy it isn't wrong to want that, you can be anything you want to be boy, as long as I approve of course." I smiled at sir. "Now where do you want my piss?" I knelt on the floor and looked up at sir with my mouth open wide. Sir smiled and opened his skintight skinhead jeans, he hauled out his huge cock and offered the head to my mouth, I took it inside and let it rest on my tongue. "What if I said I wanted to piss in your throat and not in your mouth boy?" I took his cock deeper and let it slide down my tight throat. "Mmmm good boy, this time though I will let you taste it." Sir pulled his cock out of my throat and let it sit in my mouth, he closed his eyes briefly and relaxed, I felt the first trickle, that turned into a flood, and I swallowed hungrily loving the salty tang sirs piss has. "Thank you sir" I said when he had finished and put his cock away. ********** The alarm went off and I got up from my dog bed, sir said I moved too much in my sleep. I noticed sir was awake too "Go and get the tea boy and you can get dressed in your work clothes." I ran downstairs and made sirs and my tea, I took his back upstairs and gave it to him. I got my work clothes out of the bag and put them on, not that there was much to it, a green boiler suit and waders. "No doubt you'll be stained with cum and piss and other things by the time you get back tonight boy." I smiled nodding "You're looking forward to this aren't you boy?" "Yes sir." there was a toot of a horn, I kissed sir and ran downstairs and out of the door, a huge smile across my dirty face. Epilogue Sir was correct as usual, I was used by the lads and was dripping cum, piss and shit, that was without all the filth we cleaned up, I told sir about one guy who saw me and said that I should be ashamed as I fucking stank, I went over to him and pulled him to me and put my hands round his neck and pulled him into a long hot snog, all the lads whooped and cheered. My lips were covered in shit and my breath stank of piss. He pulled away and his eyes were glazed over. I looked at the lads and they came over and stripped him naked throwing his Armani suit and everything else in the cesspit we were working on. I kissed him again and this time he responded by kissing me back, his small cock got hard. Jack went over to the man and pushed him over a low wall and started eating his ass out, eventually Jack stood and smiled "fucking tasty, who wants to christen his cunt." Sir grinned and pulled me towards him and just sniffed deeply "Fuck boy, you do stink, fucking ace" he put his hand on his crotch and his cock was steel hard, I moaned and knelt on the floor looking up into his eyes. He smiled at me "Go on the boy, I need it as much as you do." I slowly opened the skintight skinhead jeans and released his beautiful, pierced cock. I took it into my mouth my eyes not leaving his, I saw a smile creep across his face as I took more and more until his large set of balls were bouncing on my chin. Sir grabbed hold of my head and face fucked me hard, I loved this from sir, I do not understand why but the abuse, the hard fucking always makes me shoot a load on the inside of whatever I am wearing. Later that evening, after we had eaten, sir took me to the pub, we sat and drank our pints. "Do you remember boy this is where we first met?" "No sir." he looked deep into my eyes, and they went red, I couldn't look away. Suddenly I remembered everything, my former life, my new life, and everything that had happened in-between. "boy?" "Yes sir?" "You remember everything now don't you?" "Yes sir?" "And?" "And when are you going to fuck me so hard I cannot sit down?" Sir pulled me into a long hot snog, he released me, and I was all smiles. "I love my new life sir, I feel free and not tied down to that fucking rat race I had before, and I also love you running my life, one thing through sir, I want to keep remembering everything but is it possible you could make me dumb again?" Sir smiled and pulled me towards his face, his eyes went red once more and I looked into them and felt myself dumbing down. I was so happy, a man that I worshipped, a man who ran my life, I felt happier now than at any time in my past life.

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Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2023 16:58:30 +0000 (UTC) From: "[email protected]" Subject: Trained to be a submissive spouse- installment 7 As he took the elevator up to Miller's apartment, steve got himself ready. He opened a third button on his shirt in case Miller wanted to fondle his nipples directly, rather than through the shirt. He tried to adjust his dick to be less uncomfortable: they were at the stage where Miller allowed steve's dick freedom every third day, and this was only the second day. When he walked into the apartment, and stood in the middle of the living room, hands behind his back, he realized he had forgotten to tuck his shirt back in. "SHIT!" he thought. "That means extra punishment." Miller thought steve looked sexier when he was dressed less casually, but the shirt was so tight that as soon as he got to the vet clinic steve had untucked it. He had been doing so for a while but hadn't forgotten to fix it until tonight. He couldn't lie to himself: the thought of punishment was making him even harder than he was. Miller's torments were always rather creative: he never left a mark, but steve always knew he had been worked over. Now, he heard Miller's confident step coming into the room, and he took a deep breath and pushed out his chest. Ten minutes of nipple torture when he came home, every day. If he thought he'd get used to it, he was wrong. "There he is! My personal Paul Bunyan" Miller walked over, rubbing his thumbs and index fingers together. He was clearly still very taken with the fact that his sub was so big and so tall: steve might have gone down to 245 pounds because of the workouts Miller enforced, but he was still 6'6". He felt Miller's fingers tracing a vertical path on the edge of each of his nipples. He exhaled and moaned. "Glad you picked tit play instead of cock beating, stevie?" Steve closed his eyes because Miller had just closed his fingers on the ends of his nips. It was driving him crazy. If he had any fight in him, it disappeared. "Yes, Sir. OWWWWWWWWW" Miller squeezed steve's nips just hard enough to hurt and the sound slipped out of steve's mouth. Miller began to toy with the bar through steve's right nip -- part of the punishment he received for his second, failed, escape attempt. "What's with your shirt, steve?" He saw Miller smile. "Sorry, Sir. It's so tight. It's uncomfortable to wear when I'm examining ... patients. OOOOOOOH" Miller had moved his fingers from the outside to the inside of each nipple. "You don't seem to understand, stevie. The comfort of a sub is completely irrelevant." "I know, Sir. I'm sorry. I just forgot." "I LIKE you looking, as you once called it, `like a sausage stuffed into a casing'". He laughed. "And speaking of sausages stuffed into casings, you may just earn an extra day in the cage for this." Steve was moaning quite loudly now. "Please, Sir, not an extra day. I'll be more compliant. I promise." Steve breathed as Miller stopped the nipple torture for a minute, but there wasn't much relief for steve. He felt a restraint going around his wrists as Miller stepped behind him. "I might be more lenient if this were the first time, but tell me the truth: it's not, is it.?" Steve hesitated for a minute, and he felt Miller's finger moving inside the shirt to his navel. He didn't think he could handle being tickled without dripping excessively. He sighed. "No, Sir, it's not." "You do it most days, don't you?" Steve gulped, and he couldn't help stepping back when Miller's nail found its way inside his navel. "YES SIR. YES, I DO. PLEASE, PLEASE SIR. IF YOU TICKLE ME, I THINK I'LL CUM." "Well, that would be a very bad thing for you, wouldn't it, stevie? I mean, you don't have permission to, do you?" "No, Sir," steve whispered in a voice that showed his complete defeat. It happened every time: if he showed any defiance, Miller responded and put steve back in his place. This big, handsome, "take charge" guy was putty. Every time he felt defeated, he thought back to those two escape attempts. He tried to escape the first time during the first week Miller had taken him to his apartment. Miller had developed a routine of different torments he had for steve: he had assumed, correctly, that even though steve had surrendered, he wasn't completely broken. The routine, which he still had, but had developed as Miller succeeded in knocking down each wall or resistance, was new to steve at that time. When it began, it included edging, which steve thought he hated as much as, or more than, being tickled. Miller had come back from an errand. He had padlocked a chain around steve's ankle and chained him to a heavy piece of furniture. Now, he said "Ok, stevie, edge time. Get into the bedroom, on the bed." When Miller unlocked the chain, steve made his attempt. He growled, shoved Miller aside, and made a dash to the door. "FUCK! It's locked!" he screamed, as he struggled with the door handle. Miller had recovered, and he was directly behind steve. "Knock it off, handsome. You think I'd be dumb enough to give you an opportunity like that?" "LET ME GO. THIS IS CRAZY!" Steve continued to struggle with the door, even as he felt Miller's arm go around his middle. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO. HELP. HELP!!!! MMMMMPH" Miller covered steve's mouth with his free hand and moved his head right next to steve's ear. "Calm down, steve. Calm down." Steve continued to try to scream as Miller began rubbing his chin over his ear. Steve's ears were ALMOST as sensitive as his nipples, and he hadn't protected them when he tried to get out. Now, Miller's chin kept steve from blocking access. When steve stopped screaming, Miller took his hand away. "Just relax, stevie, just relax. This is no way to behave and..." He pushed against steve. "See what you did? I was planning to just do our usual but now, you've got me excited. You know what that means." A low moan came out of steve's mouth. He stopped pulling at the door and, with his strength gone, Miller had no problem pinning the giant's arms behind him. "Oh, we're gonna change the routine today and trust me. You are gonna never want me to do what I'm about to do to you again. But first, after a good solid fucking. I won't ask you, stevie, but you know, your life is now centered around me taking your ass. Get used to it." Miller didn't fuck gently: in bed, he took charge and made it clear that it was about HIS pleasure. Steve was accustomed to this by now, even if he wasn't used to it and didn't accept it. He put his wrists up where the ropes and cuffs were, but Miller didn't reach for them. Instead, he just began a very thorough working over of steve's nipples. He reminded steve that if he let other guys know about how helpless he became when these were stimulated "you'll be the town slut in less than a week." When Miller finished playing, and he had steve moaning helplessly, he took him and he took him hard, and brutally. Steve was always sore after a night when Miller took his ass, and he was glad he didn't have to sit all that much at work. That night, however, steve learned that the sense that he had defeated steve pushed Miller to even harder fucking. "You're gonna be my spouse, but as of now, you're my BITCH, stevie. Big stevie BITCH. Right?" When steve didn't answer fast enough, Miller pulled back and then pushed hard and fast. "ANSWER ME, MAN-CUNT. TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE." "I'm your BITCH, SIR. Your MAN BITCH" steve was close to sobbing when he said it. "Damn right you are. And don't let me ever catch you trying to run away again." He pushed hard and shot a load into steve. Sweat was falling from his face and hitting steve's lips. Unthinking, steve ran his tongue and tasted the sweat: salty, almost metallic. "Open your mouth, bitch," Miller commanded. Steve feared that Miller was going to do something he had seen at the chateau: a DOM had spat a wad of saliva down a sub's throat, and the sub just swallowed it. He prepared for it and felt Miller's tongue in his mouth. If there was something about serving as Miller's bottom and sub gave steve pleasure, it was kissing. Miller knew what he was doing, and steve didn't want to let his tongue go. Miller smiled. "You like that, huh bitch?" "OH GOD, YES SIR." "Ha, ha. You're learning you can't lie to me. Good boy. " He got up. "I took my pleasure, now you take your punishment." Now he restrained steve's wrists, then steve saw Miller bring over what looked like a huge fishing hook. "Anal hook, stud. Don't worry. It's not sharp." Miller ran a cord through an eyelet at the top, and then he attached the other end of the cord to a leather collar. "Let's find my sub's prostate. " He put the contraption on steve and then steve's ass, already pummeled by Miller's cock, was violated again, as Miller slowly pushed the end of the hook into steve. It wasn't sharp. If anything, it was very smooth. Steve didn't understand what was going on until the round ball at the edge hit his prostate. He couldn't hide that Miller had found it. Miller chuckled. "GOOD. Now we can start the hour." He adjusted the strap and the ball rested against steve's prostate. Miller pulled steve's ankles and tied them to the bed as well. "Now, the way I've got you set up, stevie, you won't feel anything. Unless of course, your body shifts and your prostate rubs up against the probe. Then, well... I can't predict what'll happen. Steve could: he felt the movement, and he got more erect. "Let's see how much jizz we can get out of you in two hours. " He paused. "Now, think of how `interesting' this could get if I played with your tits right now. " The thought made steve squirm and "BOOM" he had his first orgasm. Miller howled. Steve had four that night. And the next day, at work, he stayed in the examining room as much as he could, didn't bend if he didn't have to, and tried not to use the men's room. He succeeded in most of it. He didn't think about escaping again after that. Until the day the friend who had gotten him into this situation, walked into the clinic. "STEVE! OH MY GOD. I ...what the..." Jeff saw the chain collar around steve's neck. "What do you care?" steve asked. "Know what? I belong to that guy now. He made me his sex slave. Calls me his spouse but...I sure don't feel like I'm married." Jeff's mouth dropped. "Steve, GEEZ, I mean, I SWEAR. When he told me he wanted you, I thought, well, maybe one night of sex or something like that." Steve was looking down. "You were wrong. " He told Jeff all about the time with the other DOMS and subs, what he had gone through, and how he had to call Miller "SIR". "SHIT, you can't be happy with that, Steve?" Steve shrugged his shoulders. "What am I supposed to do? He controls my bank accounts, locked up my car keys somewhere, moved me in with him. He's right. I'm his property now." He looked up at Jeff. "You ever have your dick locked up so you can't jerk, can't do anything but piss? That's my life now." "Steve, we gotta get you out of here. You don't want this." Steve laughed. "Yeah, I already tried. I won't go into what he did when he caught me." "You tried to do it without help, Steve. Listen, I got you into this, let me get you out." Steve thought about it. He knew he shouldn't trust Jeff -- even if he meant well, he was way overmatched when it came to Miller. Still, he didn't seem to have any options. "Alright. What did you have in mind?" What Jeff had in mind was picking up Steve at the end of the day at the clinic, and then driving him off to an "acquaintance" who could keep Steve in hiding until Jeff had managed to create all kinds of forged identification, and then get Steve out of state. "You'll never have to feel his cock inside you again." Steve felt a shudder when Jeff said that. He wasn't sure if it was one of relief or regret. "6 pm" was what he said. And at 6pm, Jeff was there. Steve stepped into the car, and away they went. It took Miller three days to figure out where they had gone. Jeff was not the most careful "fugitive," and Miller knew a lot of people: the network of DOMS was everywhere. He put out the word that his "sub-fiancé' " had escaped, and a day and a half later, he got a call from "Wolf," someone who came to the estate with his sub louis. "I think I saw your boy. He was driving with this weaselly looking guy. He was sort of curled up in the backseat. He saw me looking at him and he got white as a sheet." Miller laughed. "Weaselly, huh? That's Jeff. Yeah, now I know what happened. Thanks Wolf. I owe you." Now, he knew enough to put out the information about steve AND Jeff. He began to develop a plan for getting steve back, thinking all the while: was there anyone who would accept Jeff as a sub? "Probably not," he thought. "But he'd be scared to death at the thought of being turned into one." A little more digging and he knew exactly where they were. He made his move after trailing Jeff to a grocery store. Jeff felt a hand on his shoulder. "Where's my bitch, asshole?" Miller whispered very coldly. Jeff was frozen, but he reacted by saying "I don't know. I'm just here for the weekend. Visiting a cousin." Jeff felt Miller's fingers dig into his shoulder. "You bring me to him, or else, I'm taking YOU back with me. And when I'M done with you, I'll turn you over to each and every one of my friends. You'll have a different man inside you every night for about a month." Jeff gulped. He believed Miller. "I'll take you, Sir. Just, please, don't hurt me." Miller laughed. "I'll think about it. Maybe I'll let steve get out some aggression by kicking the shit out of you. Or maybe we'll just... put on a show. He knows how to use his dick and maybe, just maybe..." He laughed. They were silent on the drive to the house, and Jeff was scared to death. Steve heard the door of the house open. Then he heard Miller's voice: "Get your stuff, stevie. I'm here for you. We're going home." "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Steve screamed and began looking around. How could he get out? Miller was standing between him and the front door, and there was no back door. He heard a yelp of pain. Miller was squeezing Jeff's cock and balls. "I'll let them go if you come out, steve. If I have to come and get you, believe me, it'll hurt way more than this." He heard another one of Jeff's screams. He knew he was in trouble. He recalled Jeff's words "He'll never have his cock in you again," and lingered over "his cock in you again." His own cock stiffened just a little bit. He heard Miller's steps coming toward the room where he was. "Please, Sir. Don't hurt him. I'm coming out of the room." "Better have your hands behind you, bitch. And you better apologize to me." "Yes, Sir," steve's mouth went dry as he did what Miller said. He saw Jeff on the floor, crying. "You complain about how I dress you, but look at you, stud." Steve was wearing Jeff's cousins clothes. The cousin favored Western wear: snaps, denim, the whole nine yards, and he was two sizes smaller than steve, who was bursting out of the denim shirt. "We're taking that with us," Miller pointed to the shirt before he stepped behind steve to cuff him. "When did you get the glasses?" He asked. Steve was wearing a pair of them. He had never seen them before, and he thought his sub was even hotter with them. "They're not real, Sir. We thought if my description didn't include glasses, we might have had an easier time." Miller laughed. "Amateur spies. Amateur undercover. You should be doing what you're good at: BOTTOMING." "Yes, Sir," steve answered. He prepped himself for nipple torture, but it didn't come. Later, in Miller's car, Miller told him "For now, NO ONE finds out about those tits but me. Next escape attempt, well, you'll see what I have in mind." He made a low growl. "Hunting always makes me horny. I think I'm taking both of your holes when we get back." He did. When they got back to the apartment, he pushed steve on his knees. He joked "You're so fucking tall I almost have to stand on a stool to get a blow job. GET TO WORK." Steve tried to develop some saliva in his dry mouth. He took Miller's cock and began to suck it. Miller had his hair in his hand and pushed his head forward, almost choking him. When he pulled out of steve's mouth, he was rock hard. "Now I want you on your belly. Your favorite position," Miller laughed because he knew that steve hated taking his cock "doggy style." He wasn't gentle. During the drilling he gave steve, he pinned his wrists behind him and talked about all the things he could do to steve, including one that he planned for the next day. The plan didn't surprise steve: he expected that he was going to get pierced sooner or later. He held his breath as Miller climaxed, filling his ass for the first time in three days and, try as he might, steve couldn't help the charge of excitement that went through his balls. When Miller rolled him over, he laughed. "Well, I guess we're not finished, huh big guy? I think we need to have a little play with this great big sausage." He pinned steve down with his body and took a free hand to his penis. He began a very slow stroking, stopping every now and then to rim steve's cock head with his finger, or to run a different finger along the back of steve's dick. From time to time, he rolled steve's balls in his hand. He kept it up until steve was bucking and squirming. His moans pleased Miller who then got up and said, simply "You keep your hands off it, sub boy. When it goes down, it gets locked up." It was still locked up the next day as they visited the piercer: Cyrus from the estate. He had his own practice in the city, and he smiled when he saw them come in. "Took you longer than I thought it would, Miller, but I guess it's time." "Yeah, we had a few bumps along the way. More defiance than I really like, but" He turned to steve "Get your shirt off." Steve gulped, answered "Yes Sir," and then took his place in Cyrus' work chair. Cyrus strapped down his arms, and while he was getting his instruments ready, Miller ran his finger over steve's lips: another turn-on for the big man. Miller pushed his thumb into steve's mouth which kept steve's mind off the actual piercing: he heard it, but he didn't feel it. He looked down and thought "Now I'm just like the slaves that weekend." They had all been pierced. Some had more than one, but they all had been pierced in their right nipple. "No more shirts when you take your runs, stevie. EVERYONE needs to know your place with the tough looking guy you live with." Steve turned red. He knew that he had gotten cruised, by men and women when he worked out, or had a run, or anything like that. The tighter clothing Miller required him to wear had increased the attention he received. What was the piercing going to do? It got him more attention. Not just when he was out running. The outline showed through the shirts he wore to work. He tried to cover it with a lab coat: after all, he WAS a veterinarian, but wearing one wasn't always appropriate, and he couldn't wear one when he was out with Miller. One day at the clinic, he didn't put it on, and a big, bear of a man who had come in with his Pomeranian leaned over and whispered "You bottom. I'm available. I'm Chuck." Steve's face formed a slight grin. "Thank you, but...I'm kind of spoken for." Chuck shook his head. "Day late and a dollar short. Story of my life. If you guys invite people in, let me know." He put his name on a card and gave it to steve, who absent mindedly put it in his pocket. Miller found it as he was working on steve's tits. "What do we have here? Hmmm." He looked at the card. How about you tell me about this gent?" "There wasn't anything, Sir. He came on to me, and I told him I was spoken for." Miller thought for a minute. "That usually doesn't stop guys like this. Let's look him up." He made steve sit in a chair that he used for bondage. After he tied steve up, including spreading his ankles, he googled the guy. "Classic bear. Probably even hairier than you. Might be fun to see how another guy deals with a man as tall as you: how he fucks. Whether he figures out what any of your weaknesses are. Have to think about that. It'll be after we take a little trip. It's beginning to get cold. We need a bit of warm weather. Some place where I can put you in nothing but a speedo and a cage and make everyone jealous. Steve didn't know where they were going, but a few weeks later, they were sitting on a beach where clothing was optional, and where the population was almost completely men. "Ever hear of the drink, `sex on the beach,' stevie?" Miller asked. "Yes Sir. I've never had one though." He saw the smile on Miller's face. "You're gonna have the real thing. Not a cocktail, but actual sex on the beach. Get on the blanked. On your back." How Miller wasn't embarrassed, steve didn't know. He was mortified as Miller climbed on top of him, and began kissing, licking, and scruffing his body. "Please, Sir, not here," steve whispered and was answered with "shut up bitch," followed by feeling his speedo pulled off. A crowd had gathered and got bigger and bigger as Miller plunged in and steve moaned. There was a round of applause when Miller climaxed, pulled out of steve, and shot all over the sand. Party invitations came in in droves after that, and if people saw steve, they called him a new nickname someone had used: "sub bottom daddy."

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Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2023 13:20:12 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter eight The following story is an erotic fantasy with mostly consensual sex between men. If this is not your thing or you're underage, stop now. However, if you continue, I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to copy it for your own use. Comments always appreciated: [email protected]. Remember to support NIFTY.ORG The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Eight I was on my knees in front of Tanner, since I had just undressed him. As we do every afternoon when we get home from school, I got down and removed his shoes and socks, and then his shorts. He had tossed his t-shirt aside. "Did you yell at me last night" Tanner suddenly asked me, completely out of the blue. I froze. He hadn't said anything about it all day and I had hoped he had forgotten about it. 'We'll talk about it later' Tanner had said to me last night, so I was not totally surprised that he was bringing it up now. That was when I had yelled `stop' at him because I thought he was going to strangle Jerod. Tanner had his belt around Jerod's neck and had pulled it tight and I swear Jerod was beginning to turn purple. I should have known that Tanner knew what he was doing, but I was afraid for Jerod. "What did you think, you stupid shit?" he growled. "Did you think I was going to kill him?" "Master, please. I .... I .... I was afraid that ...." "You think I'm so stupid that I was going to strangle him? Do you really think I'm that dumb?" "No, of course not, Master" I answered. "I only .... I thought .... I thought you were ...." "You didn't think" he snapped. "That was your problem. You didn't think." I was still on my knees looking up at him and I could see that he was angry. There was no question he was angry. I had hoped that he would have understood that I was only trying to help when I yelled; in fact, what I really hoped was that maybe he wouldn't bring it up at all. That was stupid of me of course because I know Tanner never lets a slight go by. "Master, please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I only ...." He grabbed my hair and jerked my head back. "Shut up" he said. "I don't want to hear your stupid excuses." I know my face turned white in fear as he glared down at me. He was furious, and I was horrified. How could I have let this happen? Then he spit in my face, hitting me in the left eye. I didn't move, in fact I don't think I was even breathing, I was so much in shock. That's when he hit me. Open handed of course, but I can tell you it hurt. "You little shit. You don't ever yell at me" he snapped. I wanted to do something, anything, beg for forgiveness, beg for mercy maybe, but I didn't dare speak. Then he spit on me again, hitting me on the chin, and slapped me once more with the same hand on the same cheek. I let out a yell because this one hurt even more. The tears automatically came to my eyes. Tanner was volatile and was super quick to anger, and he was really angry now. My cheek was burning, but much worse than that was the thought that I might lose him. It looked like maybe I had done something that was completely unforgivable. I had evidently stepped way over the line by yelling at him. I was so stupid; I should have realized he wouldn't stand for it; I should have known better. In couldn't believe I had done something so stupid. When he let go of my hair, I grabbed has ankles and bent down and started kissing his feet. I mean, what else could I do? I couldn't speak, but I wanted to plead for forgiveness. I had to do something. All I could think of was to show by obsequiousness by groveling at his feet. I kissed and kissed and kissed, frantically. He said I couldn't speak, but I couldn't help it. "Please, Tanner" I sobbed through the tears as I kissed his feet over and over again, showing him my complete abasement. "Please, Master. I'm sorry." Without any acknowledgement he stepped away, pulling loose from my grip on his ankles. "Get the fuck out of my sight" he snapped as he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. I was crying now. Of course, I was crying; I was devastated. "Master" I sobbed as he looked over at him. "OUT" he yelled as he pointed at the bedroom door. Dragging myself to my feet, I opened the door and went into the hall. I was really crying as I closed the door and sat down on the floor next to the door. I had never felt so horrible in my life. I must have sat there for close to an hour, sobbing and sniffling the whole time. I didn't know what to do. I wished he would let me beg for forgiveness. I desperately wanted to have a chance to talk to him, to apologize and tell him how truly sorry I was. Then the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, so it must have been someone coming to see Tanner. I wondered if Tanner would come out of the room, but nothing happened. When the bell rang again, I went down to answer it. And there was Jerod. Jerod, the kid that Tanner had beat up and pretty much raped last night. I was shocked. How could I be anything but shocked? "Hi, Charlie" he said as I opened the door. "What happened to you?" I must have looked a mess. I knew my face must be red where Tanner hit me, and I'd been crying for ages, but Jerod didn't wait for an answer anyway. "I guess he's here, huh?" he said and laughed. He must have guessed why I looked the way I did. He was dressed all in black, skintight riding shorts, skintight t-shirt, and a bicycle helmet. I just stood there speechless for a moment, as he gave me this great big grin. "He said I could meet him here" he said. Then I finally came to my senses. "Ahhh .... yeah. He's here." "Well, you gonna let me come in, or not?" he asked, still with that big grin. "Oh, yes, of course" I said. "Come on in." "He told me to come over" he said, and I could hear excitement in his voice. This little shit knew he was going to get it from Tanner and was really excited about it. He must have really loved Tanner working him over last night. "Tanner said we needed to get to know each other better, like." He laughed and then pushed me aside as he headed upstairs. Just like all the hunks at school, I was basically invisible to Jerod. An insignificant nobody not deserving of his notice. I was so inconsequential to him that the fucker couldn't even be bothered to wait for me to get out of the way, simply pushing me out of the way. But at least he knew my name. I followed him up. "In" came Tanner's voice, when Jerod knocked on the door. The TV was off now, and Tanner was lying on my bed. Jerod entered the room, but I stood in the doorway, waiting to see if he would let me come in. Tanner stood up and waved Jerod to him, and as Jerod stepped over to him, he grabbed him roughly. One hand behind his neck and the other around his back, Tanner jerked him halfway around, pulling him into a kiss. I remembered that they had kissed up a storm last night and they went at it again now, aggressively. His one hand went into Jerod's hair, pulling their lips together, while the other hand went to his ass, pulling Jerod tightly against him crotch to crotch. Jerod's arms automatically went around him as he hugged him back. Tanner said last night that Jerod liked rough sex, and that looked like the way it was going to go now. Tanner wasn't just holding Jerod's ass, but was groping it, definitely claiming ownership. They just stood there kissing for several minutes as I watched from the doorway. Finally, Tanner pulled Jerod's head back and looked him in the eye. "You been thinking about me, baby?" he asked. "Oh yeah, Tanner. Yeah" Jerod gasped. Yes, he gasped. It looked like his whole body was shaking in excitement. "I been .... I been thinking of you a lot." Tanner pulled him back into the kiss. I just stood there, not knowing what to do. I wasn't so much jealous as I was depressed because I didn't know how I stood with Tanner. After all, he had thrown me out of the room, so I didn't know if he'd let me back in or not. He had been so mad I didn't know if he'd ever let me back in. It was another minute or so before Tanner again pulled his head back. "I'm going to fuck you, baby. You know that don't you?" "Yeah, Tanner, yeah. I know that" Jerod said with a dreamy smile on his face. "I knew you would." "Strip down" Tanner said. Jerod had to peal his shorts and shirt off because they were made of some stretch material that really was skintight. He was not wearing underwear, so he was nude in just seconds. Then Tanner looked over at me. "Charlie, in the chair" he said, waving his thumb at the beanbag chair. In a way, that was a relief since at least he'd recognized my existence. But, he was going to make me watch while he fucked Jerod which wasn't going to be any fun. I closed the door and scurried over and sat in the beanbag chair. I heard a slap and a yelp and as I looked up, I saw that Tanner had given Jerod a slap across the face. "You like it rough, don't you, boy?" Tanner asked as he continued groping Jerod's ass. "You don't want to be fucked, you want to be raped, don't you?" Jerod didn't say anything but his whole body shivered uncontrollably, and his hard dick slapped up against his abs. "I asked you a question, boy" Tanner said as he gave Jerod a hard slap on the ass. "You want me to rape you, don't you?" "Yes, Tanner. Yes, yes, yes" he moaned in excitement. "Call me Master" Tanner ordered him. "Oh, shit" was all Jerod said as he let loose and started shooting his load. Again, Tanner was simply incredible, because this was not the first time that he got a fuckboy so hot and so excited that he had cum prematurely without even touching himself. "Master, ugh" Jerod said as he grabbed his dick and fired. "Master, ugh" he said again and fired once more. Then, six or seven times, he said 'Master' in between each and every shot as he spurted all over Tanner. 'Master, Master, Master, Master.' I looked on in awe, but Tanner just waited and smiled. "Sorry, Tanner," Jerod finally said as he got his breath back, obviously very embarrassed for cuming so quickly. "Sorry." "It's alright, babe" Tanner said, "but you will call me Master." "Yes, Master' Jerod blurted, and his body shook again. It looked like calling Tanner, Master was one of the most exciting things he'd ever done. "Yes, Master" he repeated worshipfully. Tanner grabbed him by the hair again, and with a jerk, forced him to his knees. "You got cum on my thighs, you little shit" he growled. "Lick it off." Yes, he growled, but I could see he was smiling. Jerod looked up at him with a look of such adoration that I was astounded. "Thank you, Master" he said reverently, as he licked his cum off Tanner's leg. "And my shorts" Tanner snapped. I noticed that a good share of Jerod's cum had saturated Tanner's bikini. Jerod started licking at it. "Never mind" Tanner said after a moment. "Just take them off." Jerod reached for them, but Tanner slapped his hands away. "With your teeth." I don't know what that did for Jerod, but it sent a shot of adrenaline through me, because that was so hot. Just like Darrell and me yesterday with Rasheed and him, making a guy take down your underwear with his teeth had to be one of the most power-trip things a dominant could do to his sub. Jerod looked up at Tanner for a second with that adoring look. He was obviously totally thrilled to be under Tanner's command. He immediately got to work trying to get Tanner's bikini down. It turns out, it is a lot more difficult for one sub than it is for two. Jerod pulled it down a few inches on one side, and then crawled around and pulled from the other side, and then crawled back again. Tanner's thighs are so massive that the bikini had to be pealed all the way down to his knees before Jerod was able to let it drop to the floor. So, Jerod had to crawl back and forth five or six times. Tanner was patient and just waited until he was done. Believe it or not, after Tanner stepped out of the shorts, without any instruction, Jerod actually bent down and gave each of Tanner's feet a kiss. Je-sus Chr-ist, what a toady. It was obvious that Tanner could do anything to this kid; absolutely anything, 'good, bad or indifferent' and the kid would love him for it. And when I saw that grin on Tanner's face, I could see that he was well aware of that fact. This had to be Tanner's perfect type of fuckboy: a hunk, a real muscle boy, wide receiver on the football team, who was now a servile fawning submissive willing to do anything and take anything just to please his Master. Jerod looked up at Tanner with a passionate look on his face, while Tanner looked down at him with a look of total elation. Not only a look of elation but also something I would call `delicious depravity'. Yes, that was it: delicious depravity. I swear he was on the verge of licking his lips. He was going to make good use of this fawning sycophant. Taking hold of Jerod's hair with one hand and grinning down at him, Tanner let him have it with the other. (whap) A good hard slap. That look of adoration on Jerod's face changed to shock, but Tanner was still grinning. "Kiss it" Tanner said as he held his hand in front of Jerod's face. It took a second for Jerod to comprehend what Tanner was saying, but when he caught on, he groaned in ecstasy. I would say he swooned. He leaned forward and kissed Tanner's hand three or four times, the hand that Tanner had just hit him with. Tanner raised his hand as if to hit him again and just held it there. "Beg for it" he said, still holding the big grin. Again, there was a pause while Jerod figured out what Tanner meant, but he did finally catch on. "Please, sir. Please, Master" he said as he squinted his face expecting to be hit. "Please what?" Tanner asked. "Please .... Please .... Please ...." Jerod had to think about it for a moment. "Please .... hit me?" Tanner let him have it. (whap). Jerod let out a yelp. Without saying a word, Tanner put his hand in front of Jerod's face. Jerod dutifully leaned forward and kissed it several times. "Did you thank me?" Tanner asked softly. Again, a pause and then a soft groan. "Thank you, Master" he said. "Thank you." I swear, I think Jerod was on the verge of shooting his load all over again. It was clear he was completely euphoric, almost as if he were on another plain of existence. A plain of adulation and worship; a plain of glorious pain; a plain of unbridled passion and desire. Tanner grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him to his feet. "Kiss me, slave boy" Tanner said. Yeah, he called him 'slave boy'. There were three of us in the room, and we all clearly understood that yes, Jerod was Tanner's slave. No question about it. Jerod put his arms around Tanner and leaned in for the kiss. Tanner being Tanner, grabbed him aggressively, one hand behind his head and the other on his ass, and pulled him in tight as they kissed. Jerod started moaning softly. As I was getting to know Tanner, I wondered about him kissing boys since he was so butch, but there was no doubt about it anymore. He kissed all of them. All these guys who I thought were straight, literally melted in his arms when he kissed them. You would almost think his scent, or his saliva was some kind of elixir which automatically turned them into gay boys, submissive gay boys, subjugated bottom boys. Hell, with Tanner, demigod Tanner that is, nothing was impossible. They just stood there, aggressively trading spit, for a good five minutes before Tanner finally pulled back. "You're a beautiful boy, Jerod" Tanner said, looking into Jerod's eyes from inches away. I have no doubt that Jerod wiggled his ass under Tanner's hand as he got this enormous smile on his face. "Thank you, Master" he said, and he almost glowed in pleasure. "You are beautiful, and I want to fuck you" he said. "Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you?" From across the room, my jaw dropped in surprise. Tanner was asking him? Since when did Tanner ask anybody if he could fuck them? "Oh, yes, Tanner" Jerod gushed. "That's what I want. I want you to fuck me." "Are you a virgin?" Tanner asked. "Am I going to be the first to get my dick up your butt?" "Well ..." Jerod said hesitantly. "Well what" Tanner asked. "Did Jim screw you?" "No, Tanner no" Jerod responded. "He tried. He tried once, but was so hot he came before he could get it in." Then he chuckled. "He was so embarrassed." "Truth?" Tanner asked. "Yeah, that's the truth" Jerod said. "He wanted to try again but I wouldn't let him. But ...." "But ....?" "But I want you to do it, Tanner, Master. I want you to fuck me." "Well, you've got a real adventure coming, baby" Tanner said, laughing softly. "You gonna get your cherry popped by Tanner's big dick, and you're going to love it." "I know, Master, I know." Jerod literally swooned in Tanner's arms as they kissed again. "Charlie" Tanner said as he pulled back from the kiss. I literally jumped, I was so startled; no not startled, shocked. I wasn't sure he even remembered I was there. I was on my feet in two seconds. "Charlie, get him ready." I grabbed Tanner's cream from my desk and went over to them. Tanner gently pulled Jerod over to the bed and pushed him face down, his feet still on the floor with his ass sticking up. As I stepped up, he took the cream from me, put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. Without saying a word, he put a hand behind my head and pushed my face into Jerod's ass. I was simply flabbergasted. Of course, I'd read about guys on the internet licking someone's ass, but I thought it was just too kinky. I'd never actually thought of doing it, or wanting to do it, but here I was. But if Tanner wanted it, that's all that mattered, and I'd do it willingly. But ...., just for a second ...., just for one second, I wished it was Tanner's ass. Yeah, I did. But then I realized this was my chance to make amends. By doing this I could show Tanner my obsequiousness. I stuck out my tongue and started licking. "Suck on it, honey. Get it wet" Tanner said. 'honey'? I felt a flash shoot up my spine. Tanner called me 'honey'. I opened my mouth and started sucking. Jerod immediately started moaning, so I assume he must have been loving it. I know I would have if anybody'd been sucking my ass. Tanner let me go at it for a couple minutes. "Now, find the hole, honey" he said. "Find the hole and stick your tongue in." I found the hole easy enough with my tongue, but it didn't want to open up, and I really had to push. "That's it Charlie" Tanner said as he brushed his hand through my hair. I felt a hot flash just from his touch. Can you believe how much I still love him? Just feeling his hand fluffing my hair gives me a thrill. As I finally got my tongue into the tight little hole, Tanner grabbed my hair, pulled me back slightly, and pushed me back in. I kept my tongue rigid, and it went into the hole. Then Tanner did it again, and again, and again, pulling my head back slightly and then banging my face back into Jerod's ass. Yes, banging. Then he stopped me. "Big wad of spit" he said. "Push it in." I didn't quite understand at first. "Your hand, stupid. Use your finger" he snapped. I spit into my hand, smeared it into Jerod's crack and then pushed a finger in. Jerod groaned. "Once more" Tanner said, so I did it again. "Good job, Charlie" Tanner said as he patted me on the head. "Good job." Yeah, he patted my head, like I was his little puppy. I shivered in delight. I loved it. Tanner had kept his hand on his prick this whole time, so he was still hot and ready. Pushing me gently aside, he used his knees to spread Jerod's legs further apart and lined himself up. "You getting this from a Master, baby" he said softly to Jerod. "You're damn lucky your first time is going to be with Tanner's big dick. Ain't nobody knows how to open up a virgin ass like Tanner." Grabbing on to Jerod's shoulders, Tanner pushed gently but firmly, forcing Jerod's little pucker to open up for his enormous dick. There was no doubt that Jerod was going to scream, and he did, but when Tanner barely got the head in, he stopped and waited. And waited. And waited. Jerod howled. But after a moment, when his screams changed to a moan Tanner pulled back, pulling completely out. "You're doing good, baby" he said as he gave Jerod a minute to recover. Then he lined up again. "It'll get better" he said as he pushed. This time he pushed a couple inches into the tight hole. Jerod knew what was coming this time, so he didn't scream but he did groan, loudly. "Ooooh shiiiit" he wailed. Tanner just held there for a minute or maybe two, giving him a chance to adjust. "Here we go, baby" he finally said, and as he gradually pulled out an inch, he gently pushed back in again, going just slightly deeper. And there I was, with a ringside seat, about three feet away, watching Tanner's huge dick begin to slide in and out, going slightly deeper with each thrust. God, I loved this. Watching Tanner's ten-inch monster opening up a guy's little butt hole was a sight to behold. You wouldn't have believed that that little crack would open up to accept that monster. Jerod was groaning regularly now as Tanner kept the motion going; in and out and in and out. "Oh shit, Jerod" Tanner gushed. "Your ass is so hot, so tight. My prick is loving it." I noticed that Tanner had moved his hands from Jerod's shoulders down to his biceps, and Jerod was flexing them. This was actually painful for me because I knew Tanner liked muscle boys, and fucking Jerod while feeling his bulging biceps must have been wonderful. I couldn't match this, because I didn't have any biceps; mine were barely eleven inches. Just like every fuckin time Tanner makes me watch him fuck somebody, I got tears in my eyes. I really did love watching Tanner's dick sliding in and out of a guy's ass, he was so fucking superior to them, but I wanted it to be me. Me. I wanted it to be me that he was fucking. The world wasn't fair because that wasn't me there getting dicked. As I wiped the tears away, Tanner must have noticed, because he reached over and fluffed my hair. "You'll get your turn" he said softly. I was surprised that he noticed. Hell, I was thrilled that he noticed. Jerod was still moaning, but even through the pain, I knew he must be loving it. Being dominated and deflowered by Tanner is something really special, and Jerod had to know that, and pain or no pain, just knowing demigod Tanner was doing it had to be thrilling. A little pain was not going to get in the way of the pleasure of being fucked by a demigod. When Tanner finally got all the way in, ten full inches jammed into Jerod's butt, he stopped for a moment. "Get ready, baby" he said. "We're going for a ride." Then he really started banging it to him, slamming into his butt over and over and over. After a bit, as Tanner was beginning to heat up, he reached over and grabbed Jerod by the hair and jerked him up off the bed, dragging his head back. Jerod let out a yelp as Tanner pulled him up, almost standing straight up, but not for a second did Tanner stop slamming his prick into that ass, fast and furious. Tanner kept banging into him for ten minutes, or maybe fifteen, or maybe more, obviously enjoying the hell out of Jerod's butt, but it had to come to an end sometime. Then he yelled, as he always does: "Ohhhh Shiiiit" he yelled as he reached his climax. He gave Jerod a yank on his hair causing him to yelp again and slammed in one final time. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit" he groaned as he fired over and over again. Jerod was standing almost straight up, so as Tanner finally finished his ejaculation, he grabbed him around the waist and hugged him to him, almost crushing him against his chest. After a moment I heard Jerod yell, and as I looked up I saw that Tanner had bit his neck. Oh yeah, a love bite, or in Tanner's case, marking his territory. After a couple minutes of just holding Jerod there, tightly against his chest, Tanner slowly pulled his softening prick out of his ass. Then, turning Jerod around to face him he gave him a quick kiss on the lips. From the look on Jerod's face, I would say that he was undoubtedly in some dream world. The pain was long forgotten, and he looked like he was head over heels in love. Another one. Shit, shit, shit. Then, Tanner got down on his knees in front of me, pulling Jerod down with him. "Jerod, this is my slave boy, Charlie" he said. "And, Charlie, this is my slave boy, Jerod." So, I was his slave boy now. That sounded good to me. I was thrilled. "You guys are going to be good friends" he said and pulled us into a three-way kiss. I'll bet we sat there for ten minutes gently exchanging spit with each other. ✽✽✽ After Jerod left, Tanner allowed me to cuddle up against him in the beanbag chair. I kissed his pectorals for a while and then licked out his armpit and kissed his biceps and deltoids. Obviously, I was back in his good graces again, and I was overjoyed. He didn't say a word about our argument and his throwing me out of the room, so if he was willing to forget it, you can bet I was too. He didn't say it, but I think I was back to being his number one boy again. I mean, here we were, just the two of us, cuddling up watching TV. None of the other guys were hanging around, it was just him and me. Okay, so I had to share him with them, but that was just something I was going to have to accept. I was just going to have to be happy with whatever I could get. Whatever Tanner was willing to give. When he got up to get dressed to go home, I made a big deal about getting down on my knees and kissing his feet. He laughed and reached down and fluffed my hair. "You little shit" he said affectionately through his laughter. Yeah, I got all kinds of warm and fuzzy feelings inside. ✽✽✽ Before I tell you anymore about me and `Superman' Tanner I have to tell you about the strange thing that happened this morning. I was in the kitchen having my breakfast at about seven o'clock, when I heard my mom's bedroom door close. I was surprised because she doesn't get home from work until the early morning hours, so she's never up at this hour. "Mom, what are you doing up?" I asked but there was no answer. Then I heard the back door open and close. Mom going out into the backyard? At 7:00 AM? I went down the hall to her bedroom and peeked in. She seemed to be sound asleep, so it wasn't her moving around. I quickly checked the back yard, and then the front. Nobody. No car, no nothing. Ghosts? No, I don't believe in ghosts. The only explanation I could come up with was that Mom had a boyfriend. My dad walked out on us four years ago, didn't even bother to get a divorce. He just disappeared, and my mom had been working her tail off ever since trying to support us. She never seemed to have time for a man, or for anything else for that matter. I laughed to myself. I'll be damned, my Mom has a boyfriend. I know this has nothing to do with me and Tanner, but I had to tell you about it. More about my Mom later. ✽✽✽ So, anyway, that afternoon we were again playing 'Modern Warfare' on the X-Box. We were dressed only in our bikinis and as usual I was beating Tanner. I always beat him at it, but he didn't seem to mind, but I think he was happy when the doorbell rang. "That's Darrell and Larry" he said. "Go get them." "I thought you were going after Larry's brother, Tommy, the weightlifting guy?" I asked. "All in good time" he said. "But right now, I'm hot for Larry. He is so fuckin cute, I damn near drool every time I see him." So? What? Am I supposed to be jealous? Hell yes, I'm jealous. I'm jealous every minute of the day. I'm jealous every time he looks at somebody. And I'm particularly jealous every time he fucks somebody in front of me, which is becoming a regular occurrence nearly every day. But does it matter if I'm jealous? Does Tanner care? Hell no, he doesn't care. All he wants from me is my loyalty and my worship. But in return I get to be a major part of his life, being with him damn near every minute of the day. I mean, I'm a wimp, a nobody, and he's a muscle guy, a god. I thank my lucky stars every minute that he allows me to be with him and be his number one bud. I know what an honor that is. Anybody would love to be in my position. One reason he keeps me around is because I'm handy, living just across the street from him so he can stay here and keep away from that shitty father of his. I was also the first kid he met when he moved here, so, yes, this gave me an advantage. I just had to hold on to that advantage and not let any of these hunks get ahead of me. Tanner wants and accepts my devotion, and I know he loves me. Yes, in his own way, I know he loves me. But Tanner doesn't put up with any shit, from me or from anybody else. His minions, and I'm one of them, are here to serve him, so I just try to serve him better than anyone else. I love him because he's a god, and I love him because he's so good to me. In my eyes, Tanner can do no wrong. I love him, so I've learned to take what I can get. I just have to hold on to my place as first in line. And try to control my jealousy. So, anyway, I headed downstairs to get Darrell and Larry. Darrell said that he and Larry had been best friends since they were tykes, so I had to wonder why he was turning him over to Tanner. Yeah, that's what he was doing. He was delivering him to Tanner. He was delivering his ass to Tanner, because he damn well knew that Tanner was going to fuck him. Actually, I know this has less to do with Darrell than it does with Tanner. Tanner is the dominator, the controller, the commander. When Tanner commands, his minions obey, and Darrell was definitely one of his minions. Darrell had fallen head over heels for Tanner, and was now totally blinded by his supremacy, his power and his perfection. Darrell had literally become a little lap dog with his tongue hanging out who would do anything to please his Master. I had no doubt that if Tanner had told him to deliver his mother or his sister instead of his best friend, he would have done it without question. Anyway, here he was, handing over his best friend to his Master on command. Delivering him to Tanner to be used for his pleasure as if he was his favorite toy he was loaning him to play with. Tanner ordered, and Darrell delivered. "Hi, Charlie" Darrell said as I opened the door. "You know Larry, don't you?" "Yeah. Hi, Larry" I said as I let them come in. Just like Darrell, Larry was a wrestler too, so he was built as well. They were both wearing dark blue running shorts with the school emblem on them, and matching tank tops. Larry, just like all the hunks in our school, couldn't be bothered to even recognize my existence so he didn't answer my greeting. He probably wondered how Darrell even knew my name. Darrell and I were on the verge of becoming friends. He'd apologized for beating me up and I'd apologized for being so nasty to him all the time. So, friends! Yeah. But the truth is, he has a dick that I could fall in love with. It's the perfect size and shape for sucking, and I definitely wanted it again. He said with Tanner's okay I could suck it anytime. I planned to. "Come on up" I said and led them upstairs to my bedroom. Tanner was sitting in the beanbag chair in front of the TV, but he stood up as we entered the room. I was surprised and so were they to see that he had removed his bikini and was now standing there in the nude. He looked fabulous. Oh, hell, he always looks fabulous. The most handsome, truly masculine face on the planet with a muscled physique that was to die for. But now, totally naked, he was nothing less than awesome. He absolutely took my breath away. And he had one hefty piece of meat hanging down from his crotch even though it was soft. Three sets of eyes bugged out, and three mouths gasped as we gaped at him. Then he performed a double bicep pose. We all gasped again, and Tanner got a huge grin on his face. "You gonna introduce me, Darrell" he said as he dropped his arms. There was a long pause because Darrell was still in shock. Then he finally reacted. "Yeah .... jeez. Ahhh .... Tanner" he mumbled. "Tanner, this is Larry." Tanner stuck out his hand, but Larry was still amazed at what he was seeing. His eyes seemed to be glued to Tanner's chest or arms or something, but not his face. He was evidently overwhelmed by Tanner's incredible physique. "You gonna shake my hand, boy" Tanner asked, already putting Larry in to position of `boy'. Larry's eyes were bugged out, his mouth was hanging open, and he didn't react until Darrell poked him. Then he seemed to wake up. "Ahhh... yeah" he said as he stuck out his hand. "Ahhh .... yes. Ahhh .... yes, sir." `Sir'. Calling Tanner `sir'. Just like that, Larry was completely intimidated by Tanner's nudity, his physique, and his incredible aggressiveness. Already, he clearly recognized Tanner's superiority. "Charlie. Here" Tanner snapped and pointed to the floor in front of him. He caught me by surprise, and it took me a second to react, but I jumped to obey and got on my knees. "My thighs" he said. I reached forward, took hold of his left thigh and gave it a kiss. Out the corner of my eye I saw him reach forward and grab Darrell by the hair. Giving him a jerk, he pulled him into his chest. "Kiss" was all he said. I felt a flash of heat shoot through my body. Shit, I can't believe how often I get those adrenalin flashes when Tanner does something completely outrageous. My dick took a jerk as I kissed Tanner's bulging glutes and Darrell started kissing his bulging pecs. I was shocked at Tanner's actions, but I knew Darrell had to be absolutely stunned. Being forced to abase himself and worship Tanner right in his very best friends face had to be mind-blowing for him, and I can't even imagine what it was doing to Larry. Tanner's hand clutched my hair and pulled me into his thigh, while his other hand held Darrell tight against his chest. As Tanner had trained us, Darrell and I were both kissing over and over with audible smacks. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Tanner was not looking at Darrell or me but was staring into Larry's eyes. It looked like he had a frown on his face. Maybe a frown, or maybe a look of ...., a look of .... a look of mastery .... a look of prowess. After only thirty seconds or so, Tanner put his hand on my face and gave me a hard push, knocking me over backwards on my butt. At the same time, he put his other hand on Darrell's face sending him stumbling back and almost falling. Looking up, I saw that Tanner was totally focused on Larry. The blood had drained from Larry's face, he was totally white, and his mouth was hanging open in astonishment. None of us had said a word. The only sound had been noisy kisses. Tanner performed the double bicep pose again, and I gasped in amazement, and I think Darrell and Larry did too. I was simply astonished, not only at his incredible body, but by this incredible onslaught of audacity. Sitting there on my butt and looking up, I watched Tanner take one step towards Larry, reach up and grab his neck with one hand. Giving him a jerk, he pulled him right up against his naked body, and with his other hand he reached around and stuck it down inside Larry's shorts and grabbed his bare ass. Just like that, in two seconds, Tanner had already taken ownership of Larry's ass. Looking into Larry's eyes from only inches away, he jerked him forward ramming their crotches together. Larry was so shocked and overwhelmed that he made no attempt to stop him or to do anything. Staring into his eyes, Tanner gave him a kiss on his nose. "You're a cute pup, Larry" Tanner said, and now for the first time starting to grin. "And I like cute pups." Can you believe Tanner? I mean, can you really believe this? Have I said he's a god? Hell yes, he's a god. Holding Larry tightly against him with one hand on his ass and the other around his neck, Tanner started to kiss him. Darrell said that Larry was straight, so I wondered how he would react to being kissed by a man. But, he was not being kissed by a just a man, and I was sure he knew it. He was being kissed by a god, a superior being. Tanner humped his crotch against Larry a few times as he held him in the kiss, obviously a spit exchanging French kiss. Larry's arms hung limp at his sides, and he still had not reacted in any way; not trying to fight Tanner off, but also not showing any acceptance either. As Darrell and I both watched in awe, Tanner grabbed Larry's shorts by the elastic, pushed them down over his ass, and went back to squeezing and fondling it. Then, I was totally mind boggled, and I imagine Darrell was too, as I watched Larry slowly reach up and put his arms around Tanner's muscled back. My jaw dropped open and my dick got harder than ever. Even more mindboggling, I saw Larry hump his hips, either forward against Tanner's crotch or back against his groping hand. He didn't actually wiggle his ass for Tanner, but I think he was trying to, or at least he wanted to, as he melted into those muscular arms. He was now completely accepting this demigod's power and control and total domination over him. I heard a moaning, almost a whimpering sound coming from deep down in his chest. Tanner had just added a new ingratiating zealot to his collection. Tanner had a huge grin on his face as he pulled back momentarily from the kiss. A grin of achievement, a grin of power, a grin of triumph. He gave Larry a quick peck on the lips as he grinned into his face. "Charlie, get the cream" he said softly, almost purring, as he went back to the kiss. He kept a tight hold on Larry's neck while his other hand was busy squeezing and caressing Larry's ass. I was up and over to my desk and back in about three seconds with the cream. I waited to see what Tanner wanted from me, but nothing changed. He continued holding Larry into the kiss with his hand around his neck, while maintaining his fondling of his ass. Without breaking the kiss, he finally raised a finger from the hand on Larry's ass. That was clear enough; I was to do the honors. I got down on my knees behind Larry, squeezed out a bit of cream, and started rubbing it in his crack. Larry jerked at first, maybe from the cold feeling of the cream on his ass, but Tanner did not budge from the kiss or his tight hold. I rubbed some more cream in Larry's ass and was about to insert a finger, when Tanner pushed my hand away. As I watched from a foot away, Tanner slowly pressed his middle finger into Larry's tiny hole. This got a grunt and a gasp from Larry, but Tanner gave his neck a jerk, making him concentrate on the kiss. Tanner pressed his finger in and out a few times and then pulled out. I squeezed out some more cream into the crack and he now eased two fingers into the hole. Larry moaned again. Then, coming right out of the blue, almost hitting me in the face, Tanner took a swing and slapped Larry on the ass, hard. "Yeeeoooh" Larry yelled and must have jumped a foot, almost knocking Tanner down. Before anybody could move or react, Tanner let him have it again on the other cheek, hard. Larry yelled again. Larry was going to have a red ass. "Charlie, get him naked" Tanner snapped as he stepped back. I jumped to obey. I couldn't very well take Larry's shoes off since he was standing there, but I grabbed his shorts and underwear and jerked them down to his ankles. At the same time Tanner grabbed Larry's tank top and pulled it up, forcing Larry's arms up, so he could remove it and toss it aside. Then, Tanner reached down behind Larry's knees buckling his legs and lifting him into his arms. Yes, just like he does to me sometimes, cradling him in his arms like a baby. Stepping over to the beanbag chair, he sat down with Larry in his arms. Larry was simply shocked and did not even have a chance to react as he ended up on Tanner's lap. I scurried over and jerked Larry's shoes and socks off, and then the shorts and underwear, making him completely naked. Tanner grabbed him by the hair and jerked him around, not being gentle, and pulled him into another kiss. This was true Tanner. Aggressive, forceful, and demanding, totally in control, and turning Larry's reluctant submissiveness into cringing servility. This was Tanner's style, more into rape than into consensual sex, you don't give yourself to Tanner, he takes you, roughly. "You my punk, now, boy" Tanner said as he broke the kiss and looked into Larry's eyes. "You belong to me." Larry didn't respond but seemed to still be in shock. "Are you a virgin, punk boy?" Tanner asked. "Am I getting me a virgin?" "Ahhh .... ahhh .... ahhh ...." was all the Larry could say. "Great" Tanner said, assuming a positive reply. "There ain't nothing I like better than knowing that my dick is the very first one to slide into a sweet little boy-hole." "Tanner, Tanner, wait. Tanner" Larry finally started coming to his senses and got his voice working. "Wait, wait." Ignoring him, Tanner partially stood up, lifting Larry, spreading his legs and sitting back down with Larry on his lap facing him. "Get on your knees, boy" he said. When Larry didn't immediately react, Tanner slapped his face. (wack) Not terribly hard, but enough to sting and get his attention. "Get on your fuckin knees" he growled. "Tanner, Tanner" Larry whimpered, but at the same time he did get on his knees straddling Tanner's legs. Tanner leaned back in the chair, grabbed Larry by the waist and jerked him forward, so he was now sitting right on Tanner's big pecker. Larry was now begging him to hold-up, but interestingly, he wasn't making any attempt to get away. "Charlie, line him up" Tanner said. I was still there, just a couple feet away, enjoying the show, so I just reached over, grabbed Tanner's dick and pried it up, dragging it through Larry's crack right up against his little pucker. "Tanner, wait. Please, Tanner" Larry was wailing but Tanner was paying no attention. Larry still wasn't trying to get away. He was accepting Tanner's power and control over him but was evidently having second thoughts. After all, this so-called `straight guy' had only been in the room for about ten minutes and was about to get an enormous dick up his ass. "You ready to get fucked, virgin boy?" he chuckled. "Well, here we go." Reaching up and grabbing Larry's shoulders and holding him tight, he pushed his hips up, forcing the head and a couple inches of steel hard dick into Larry's chute. Larry really screamed this time. "Yeeeaaaoooh, TANNER" he screamed. "NO, NO, NO." Tanner held on to his shoulders for a minute or so not allowing him to move, as his screams changed to moans and then to soft whimpering. Then he pushed up again, forcing another couple inches into the tight hole, and very quickly he pulled back and jammed in again, all in one motion. Larry yelled, but not like the first time. "You getting it from Tanner, boy" he said. "Your virgin ass getting broken in by a demigod. You ain't never had it so good, boy." Tanner just held Larry there, for several minutes this time, not moving as Larry's whimpering finally stopped. Finally, he spoke. "You gonna do it for me now, baby" he said softly. "Lift your ass a little." I could see that he eased his hold on Larry's shoulders, so Larry raised up a little. "Okay, back down now, honey. Ease it down." Larry did what he was told. It must have hurt by the look on his face, but he did it, lowering himself and allowing the big prick to slide back into him. This was hot, so hot. A virgin boy. This virgin boy was about to fuck himself on Tanner's enormous whanger. As I reached into my bikini and grabbed my very hard dick, I looked up and saw Darrell had not moved and was still standing in the same place with this shocked look on his face. But I also noticed that he had one hell of a big bulge showing in his shorts. Larry slowly eased his ass down on Tanner's prick. The look of pain was now gone from his face, and was now replaced by one of what? determination? resoluteness? I don't know. But I do know he was into it now. He'd had his eyes closed, but now for the first time, he opened them and looked down at Tanner. Now it was clear. He had the look of total commitment, total obeisance. I think he realized that he was performing for a god. He was giving himself to a god. Now I saw that it was definitely a look of determination on his face. Yes, he was into it. He wanted it. This sixteen-year-old boy wanted to give himself to this demigod muscle boy, this seventeen-year-old vanquisher. I could see in his eyes as he stared down at Tanner, that he now accepted Tanner's clear superiority. Tanner had himself another submissive acolyte, another candidate for his harem. "Yes, sir" Larry said, answering an unasked question. "Yes, sir" he repeated. There was no question in my mind now that Larry was more than ready to serve. "Thank you, sir" he said again, and I swear it sounded worshipful this time. Then, evidently to prove his worth, as he stared down at the glorious vision below him, Larry raised up and slowly lowered himself back down onto Tanner's prick. "Thank you, sir" he repeated as he did it. What the fuck? Larry was thanking tanner for allowing him to fuck himself on his big prick? I couldn't believe it. Still squinting somewhat from the pain as he lowered himself onto Tanner's prick, I would say Larry had a look of serenity on his face. Yes, a look of serenity with the knowledge that he was giving his all to his new Master. Jesus Christ in a handbasket. "Good boy", Tanner crooned. Can you fuckin believe this? Tanner unquestionably had the best 'gaydar' on the planet. When he first developed his 'aquaint' list of potential members of his harem, I thought they were all straight. I mean, they were all hunky, good-looking muscle boys, every one of them, except for Mr. Carson and me. We had pretty faces and maybe looked gay, but they sure didn't. So, how did Tanner know this? How did he know they would submit? I'm damned if I can figure it out, but all of them, everyone a hunky looking straight boy, were turning into his slavish gay sycophants. Tanner was not only a god, he was a mesmerizer. Darrell finally seemed to get his wits together, and I heard him mumble: 'Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.' I looked over and saw that he still had that same shocked look on his face. He obviously couldn't believe that his straight best friend was fucking himself on Tanner's prick. Hell, I couldn't believe it either. "Okay, babe. Show me what you can do" Tanner said and he now had a look of triumph on his face, so there was no question that he knew that Larry now belonged to him. He clearly owned Larry body and soul. "Make my dick happy, babe" he chuckled. My mouth was hanging open in total awe at Tanner's prowess, and as I looked up I saw that Darrell was looking the same. Tanner put his hands behind his head forcing his amazing biceps to bulge, and just lay back waiting for Larry's homage. Larry closed his eyes and slowly, very slowly, eased his butt up and down on the big bludgeon, and after a hesitation, up and down again. He was still squinting, but the pain must have been mostly gone by now. "Look at me, honey" Tanner ordered him. "Look me in the eye while you screw your ass on my dick." Larry looked down at Tanner's big smile and shivered in excitement as he returned the smile. "Thank you, sir" he said, and looking into Tanner's eyes, he again raised his butt up and down on Tanner's big prick. Tanner reached up and gently rubbed his hand against Larry's cheek. Then he slapped him. (wack) Not really hard, but enough to give Larry a surprised look on his face. "Get with it, hon" Tanner said. "Get a move on. You're doing this for Tanner. Make Tanner's dick feel good." Larry looked startled for only a moment, but then came that look of determination. I think he felt like he now had something to prove to Tanner. I don't know if he felt honored by Tanner's attention, but I think he felt like he wanted to prove his worth. Prove to this godlike creature that he was worthy of his attention and show how appreciative he was to be allowed to show his devotion. Keeping his eyes open and staring down at Tanner's incredible body, he started fucking himself, still going slow, but keeping a steady up and down motion. Tanner reached up again and rubbed his hand softly against his cheek. Larry squinted in expectation of being hit again and Tanner did not disappoint. Just as he expected, Tanner slapped him. Lightly this time. "You like fucking Tanner's cock, baby? Huh?" Tanner asked. "You like my cock up your ass?" Tanner kept his hand there, gently caressing Larry's cheek. "Yes, sir" Larry said, totally into it now. "Yes, sir, yes, sir." Tanner didn't slap him this time, but just gave him a few soft pats to the cheek. "Speed up, babe" Tanner said. "Let's get this show on the road." Larry started moving his butt up and down slightly faster. "Keep your eyes on me while you fuck me" Tanner ordered him. Moving his hand from Larry's cheek, Tanner pushed three fingers into his mouth, and Larry immediately started sucking them. That's when I noticed that he had tears dripping down his face. Tears of joy? No. Tears of pain? Of course not. They were tears of submission. Muscular, athletic wrestler Larry Stunt had just discovered his real self; a complete submissive, slavishly serving a better man. For a stud like Larry, accepting his servility must have been agonizing for him. The tears were dripping, but he kept his eyes on Tanner, and he kept pumping his ass onto Tanner's bludgeon. Reaching under Larry's knees Tanner pulled his legs up over his shoulders. "Hold on to my neck, boy" he said as he took Larry's arms and pulled them up to his neck. Larry grabbed on. Leaning forward slightly in the chair, Tanner stood up. Yeah, he stood up with his prick still jammed up Larry's butt. Larry was no twink, so this was a real show of strength and power. Then he put on a show, walking around the room carrying Larry and continuing to fuck him, as I looked on in awe. Tanner was unbelievable. Grabbing on to Larry's ass, he raised him and lowered him onto his prick while Larry had his arms around his neck. And here we go again; premature ejaculation. This time it was Darrell. I heard him groan and looked over and saw he had pulled his shorts and bikini down below his balls and was jerking his prick like crazy. And he blew. Tanner started laughing, but I was so hot myself that I was just doing my best to keep control. Tanner kept right on doing what he was doing, pumping Larry up and down and continuing to walk around the room, while Darrell shot his cum onto the floor. Then the real shocker came. Larry let out a yell: "ooooooh shiiiiit" he yelled as he started shooting onto Tanner's abdomen. Yeah, Larry was beginning to shoot. But almost before he'd fired his second shot, Tanner put his arms around him, pulling him against his chest, and started slamming his crotch up against his ass. As Larry moaned and ejaculated Tanner crushed him against his chest and slammed his prick up into his ass as hard and as fast as he could. Before Larry even fired his final shot, Tanner started to shoot as well. "Ooooh Shiiit" he yelled sounding just like Larry, only louder. "Shit, shit, shit" he yelled as he held Larry tightly against him and fired his cum up into his ass. Hey, that left me! But hell, I'd barely been able to keep my ejaculation under control for the last fifteen minutes, so three quick strokes and I started to shoot my load as well. ✽✽✽ After Darrell left, Tanner took Larry to bed, and I had to sleep in the beanbag chair. I don't know how many times Tanner fucked him during the night, but I know they didn't get much sleep.

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Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2023 17:27:56 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter 11 The following story is an erotic fantasy with mostly consensual sex between men. If this is not your thing or you're underage, stop now. However, if you continue, I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to copy it for your own use. Comments always appreciated: [email protected]. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Ten Tanner and I walked into the weight room and I closed the door behind us. Tanner just stood there with his hands on his hips looking totally arrogant. He looked so fuckin sexy today that I'd been drooling over him ever since I first saw him this morning. And let me tell you a secret, an open secret: our second period World History teacher, Mrs. Russell and our fourth period chemistry teacher, Mr. Carson couldn't keep their eyes off him. I mean it was almost embarrassing the way they lusted over him. And the kids in class? There couldn't have been a single pussy that wasn't wet nor a cock that wasn't hard in the whole room. He was a fuckin turn on. He was wearing a snug white t-shirt, not just white, but some kind of glistening material, spandex or something, which made the material look ultra-white, almost glow in the dark white. It was totally form fitting and the way it fit around his incredibly defined musculature was almost obscene. I mean, Tanner was always sexy, hell, sexy was his middle name, but today he looked magnificent. As usual he was wearing short cutoffs, slit at the side to allow for his massive thighs. He was beautiful. Damn, he was beautiful. Anyway, Tommy looked up from the curling bench when he heard the door close, and I swear to god his face turned white. Just like that: boom, boom, boom, he was terrified. He put down the weight and turned. "T-T-Tanner" he said, and with that one word I could see that Tanner had won. He had himself a new lackey. But, hell, I knew that yesterday when Tanner had knocked the crap out of him. Yeah, yesterday, after Tanner fucked him, he was bawling up a storm and was completely broken. He didn't even try to fight back when Tanner removed the cuffs and slapped him around some. I was surprised to see a grown man cry like that, particularly a mountain of muscle like Tommy. After all he was over twenty years old, not a teenager anymore. I don't think he quit crying the whole-time tanner worked him over. And, just to rub it in, when Tanner was done degrading him he made Tommy get down and kiss his feet. The ultimate in domination and degradation, and watching it was fuckin awesome. It's fascinating how Tanner can take complete control of a guy like this. Tommy was a lousy wrestler, and a poor fighter to begin with, but I think with his hulking body and his enormous strength, he scared people off without fighting, because everybody was afraid to try anything with him. So, the fact is, while Tanner had clearly defeated him physically, he had also defeated him mentally and spiritually. With his chutzpah and his incredible dominant nature, he had simply broken Tommy's spirit. I mean, the word `dominant' was Tanner's word. It was created to describe him. And the phrase `Alpha Male' was barely adequate to define him. Tanner was unquestionably the ultimate `Alpha Male'. Tanner just stood there, exuding arrogance with his hands on his hips as Tommy put down the dumbbell and turned. "T-T-Tanner" was all he said as he sat up on the bench, but it was clearly said with trepidation. Tanner just stared at him for, like, a full minute. And that minute seemed to last forever. Jesus, talk about putting a guy on edge; Tommy was shaking. "Sir" Tanner said roughly. Tommy stared at Tanner for a moment and then cleared his throat. "Sir" he said, barely whispering. Since he'd been working out, he may have been sweating already, but you can believe that he was sweating like crazy now. There were two kids there, Seniors from his weight lifting class, evidently there to act as his spotters. Tommy always kept a couple of them round to do his bidding, and as an admiration society. Their eyes were now darting back and forth between Tommy and Tanner in awe, wondering what was going on. I can't even imagine how humiliating it must have been for Tommy to say 'sir' in front of them. "You two, get out" Tanner growled at them. They may have been Seniors but when Tanner uses that tone of voice you can believe that everybody jumps, and those two kids were out of the room in about two seconds. I moved over out of the way, out of their line of sight. My dick was already hard, and I was excited, because I knew I was going to see Tanner at his best and most powerful. Watching him handle Tommy was definitely going to be one of those benefits of being Tanner's `best bud'. Tanner just stood there for a minute or so, his hands on his hips being totally intimidating. "Jesus, I can't believe how muscular you are, Tommy" he said warmly. "You're fantastic. You're beautiful." Tommy and I both looked at him in surprise at the change of attitude. But that was Tanner. He could be rough and demanding one second but then sweet and friendly the next. "I loved fucking you yesterday, Tommy" he said. "I've never fucked a guy as big as you before, so it was amazing. You were amazing." Tommy simply had this look of disbelief on his face. "I want you to know that I respect you. I respect what you've done with your body. but ...." he said with a chuckle. "But .... I respect your ass a whole lot more." He laughed and walked over to where Tommy was sitting on the bench. Grabbing Tommy's head with both hands he kissed him on the lips. Tommy already looked shocked, but now seemed to go into shock overload. He just sat, hands at his sides completely befuddled by Tanner's actions. "Here's how a man kisses a man" Tanner said, and still holding Tommy's head he went back to the kiss. And what a kiss it was: forceful, aggressive, French kissing. It went on and on, and I knew what was going to happen; it always happens with Tanner. Tommy started to return the kiss. I kid you not, Tommy started kissing him back. I'm not going to rehash Tanner's incredible ability of taking guys, dominating them, and then taking total control of them and making them his minions. I've said it over and over. But let me tell you, this was truly amazing. This enormous hunk, Tommy; straight acting, womanizer. He was kissing Tanner back with a vengeance. "That's good, baby. Real good" Tanner said as he finally broke the kiss. Then he kissed all over Tommy's face; his nose, his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead; sweet gentle kisses. I think Tommy melted. He had not said a word, but I think he was overcome by Tanner's amazing charisma, his magical magnetism. Tanner stepped back from Tommy, slipped off his t-shirt and performed a double muscle pose. Tommy just sat there with his mouth hanging open as Tanner stepped back up to him and pulled his head into his chest. "Kiss it, baby" he crooned, barely a whisper. "Kiss your man's bulging pec." Tommy seemed to be totally mesmerized because he simply did what he was told and kissed Tanner's pec. "That's it, baby" Tanner said. "Kiss it, lick it, worship that muscle with your mouth." And that's what Tommy did, licking and kissing Tanner's left pec until Tanner moved his head over to the other side. As huge as Tommy was, obviously spending his life in the gym, it's no wonder he appreciates muscle, so it was no surprise that he was freaking out on Tanner's physique. Tommy was huge, but he knew that Tanner was something else entirely; something that he could truly admire: astonishing definition and sheer perfection in a human being. "Washboard, baby" Tanner said as he pushed Tommy's head down to has abs. "Lick your tongue over those ridges." Again, Tommy did as he was told, sliding his tongue over Tanner's muscled abs. Tanner unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled his mostly hard dick out. Tommy pulled back and looked up. "You gotta do this for me, babe" Tanner said, looking Tommy in the eye. "You gotta kiss it." There was a pause while Tommy thought it over and looked down to see the big post hanging in his face. Tanner took hold of it and rubbed it back and forth against Tommy's lips, wetting them with pre-cum. "Yeah, baby. Give it a kiss. Go ahead, kiss it." And, of course, fight then and there, Tommy became Tanner's sex slave. "Okay, Tommy, it's time" Tanner said after watching Tommy kiss his prick. "Get on your knees." Putting his hands-on Tommy's shoulders, Tanner helped him slide off of the bench onto his knees. Tanner reached down and fluffed his hair, petting it actually, just like he does me. "Good boy" he said with a big smile. "Good boy" he repeated. Evidently, Tommy had passed the first test in Tanner's training program. "Now kiss it some more. Make me feel good." Tommy leaned in and started kissing up and down the big pole, now completely docile and obedient. I was really turned on and had to take a couple deep breaths to keep from shooting my load right on the spot. Jesus, this was hot. Big muscled Tanner standing there, hands on hips, looking like a total god, while big hulking muscle man Tommy meekly kissed his dick. Tommy kept kissing, doing what he was told, making Tanner feel good. "How many guys have you blown, babe?" Tanner asked as he petted Tommy's hair again. Tommy leaned back and looked up into Tanner's eyes. "I don't .... I never ...." he tried to say. "Lier," Tanner laughed. "How many guys?" Now there was a hesitation. Obviously, Tommy didn't want to admit to doing anything so low as to suck some guys prick. "Well ...., once" he mumbled. "Maybe twice." Tanner laughed. "When I was eleven" Tommy said. "Shit, years ago then. Sounds like you need a refresher course" he said with a laugh. "Get to it." Tommy looked up with a pleading look on his face. The handwriting was on the wall, but as he looked up, he was somehow hoping that Tanner might let him off the hook. "Please, Tanner" he whispered, looking up into Tanner's eyes. "Please." "I'm glad you said please" Tanner said, smiling down at him, still petting his hair. What was going on in Tommy's head when Tanner petted him like this? What was he thinking? Tanner was obviously showing his ownership and treating him like his puppy. Tommy had to know that, but he sure wasn't objecting. So, no question about it, he knew and accepted that Tanner now owned him. "I like hearing my cocksuckers say please" Tanner said. Again, Tanner never pulls any punches. He says it as it is. But even so, I was shocked that Tanner called him a cocksucker. But Tanner just kept that smile on his face, evidently daring Tommy to say something. Tommy looked shocked but otherwise did not react. "Now get busy" Tanner said as he stood there, putting his hands back on his hips, his enormous dick sticking out. He waited. That's when the tears appeared in Tommy's eyes. Tanner had called him a cocksucker and was treating him like a pet, and he knew he couldn't do anything about it. Looking up at Tanner, hoping for a last-minute reprieve, Tommy licked his lips, and then took the head of Tanner's dick in his mouth. Now, let me tell you, that is true power, Power with a capital 'P'. Tanner could have been rough on him; he obviously could have done anything he wanted since he had turned into such a meek and mild disciple, but he wasn't. He just stood there, keeping his hands on his hips and just letting Tommy do his thing. Tommy was obviously inexperienced, and was lousy at sucking cock, but Tanner kept whispering encouraging comments as he went at it. 'good boy', 'that's it', 'that's the way', 'yeah, like that', 'suck on it', he was saying. Tommy wasn't any good at it, but what a vision it was watching them. I think I was the hottest one in the room. I mean, watching that giant muscular hunk on his knees, tears dripping down his cheeks with Tanner's dick in his mouth was nothing less that awesome. And yes, I'd pulled my dick out, and yes, I was jerking it like crazy. This had to be the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Of course, I know Tanner is the ultimate ''Alpha Male' but even so, seeing that three hundred pound muscle giant at his feet, tearing up while sucking his prick was simply phenomenal. Can you even imagine how lucky I am to be Tanner's bud? To be able to see this? Then I groaned and started to shoot. Tanner looked up and smiled, but he didn't move, he just stood there while Tommy worked on his dick. Of course, I was embarrassed, but what the hell. It was happening and I couldn't do anything about it, so I just kept my eyes on Tanner's dick going in and out of Tommy's mouth and let fly. It is just astonishing how hot Tanner makes me. It took a while, a good twenty minutes, before Tanner started to pant and his dick started to throb. And let me tell you, seeing Tanner panting was a sight to behold, those ridges of abdominal muscle forming and reforming and that big chest pumping in and out was fantastic. It was twenty minutes later but I was still hard as a rock. How could I not be? I'd come once while barely touching myself, and probably could have done it again now. And then Tanner came. This was the first time he even moved since Tommy started sucking him. He put his hand on the back of Tommy's head, making it clear the Tommy was going to swallow that jism as he fired into his throat. Tommy didn't fight it, but just accepted it and swallowed like crazy to take the flood of cum that Tanner was shooting into him. When Tanner finally pulled out, Tommy looked up at him as he licked his lips. "Good job, babe" Tanner said as he gave him a couple gentle slaps to the cheek. "For a beginner that was pretty good." He petted Tommy's hair again. "You liked doing that for me didn't you? You liked sucking Tanner's dick?" Tommy had to mull this around in his mind for a moment. I noticed that Tanner didn't ask him if he liked sucking dick, he asked him if he liked sucking Tanner's dick. Different thing. There was a long pause. A very long pause while Tommy mulled that question over in his mind. But, them, finally: "Yes, Tanner. Yes, sir" he said as he looked up into Tanner's eyes. Tanner was smiling down at him, but I was trying to figure out what that look on Tommy's face meant. He wasn't angry, he wasn't afraid, he wasn't sad in any way. In fact, his tears had pretty much dried up. Then it struck me: he meant it when he said he liked sucking Tanner. He liked it. He liked Tanner dominating him. Yeah, he really did. But why not? Who could better understand real domination and real control, but someone as big and masculine and butch as Tommy. Someone who was accustomed to always being in charge, with everybody willing to kiss his ass. He was the ultimate authority on domination and being dominated. "But you can do better, can't you" Tanner asked. "I mean, I let you off the hook today, but you can blow me better than that, can't you?" Tommy again had to mull that around in his mind. Clearly, this was not going to be a onetime thing. Tanner clearly expected future blowjobs from him. "Yes, sir, Tanner" Tommy said softly. "Yes, I can do better than that" I would say he had a wistful look on his face now. Kinda pensive maybe. Tanner smiled and ruffled his hair. "Tomorrow afternoon, three o'clock at Charlie's house" Tanner said as he ruffled his hair one last time. Tommy just stayed there on his knees with that dreamy look on his face as Tanner and I left. -------------------- Now I gotta stop here and make an observation. This is me, Charlie, Tanner's best bud. How does Tanner do this? How does he control everybody around him so easily? Does he have a special something that gives him super powers? Is it witchcraft? Is it maybe enchantment? I mean, just look at the guys that he has literally enslaved. Every one of them got fucked but all seemed to fall in love with him, just like dominoes falling down, all in a row. And Tommy! The biggest, butchest stud in the state, a totally straight guy, actually apologizing to Tanner for not giving him an adequate blowjob. How can this be? I don't have an answer. What I do know is that my love for him is overwhelming, almost painful in its intensity. My adoration for him is staggering in its magnitude, and he makes me feel so incredibly privileged every moment I'm with him. Those can't be normal feelings, can they? He must have given me some kind of elixir to bring out my incredible adoration of him. Maybe, but if it is an elixir, I want more of it. I've said all along that Tanner was a god, and this just goes to prove it. He has some special way about him. He is definitely a special human being. The combination of his looks and his personality in some way just astounds and enchants those around him, literally causing them to fall at his feet, the ultimate 'Alpha Male'. ---------------------- Now, I've got to tell you about this incredible adventure I had. I mean, Tanner is my world these days, but I was about to discover that there is another world out there. As usual in the afternoon, I was sitting in front of my X-Box, this time playing 'Shadow of Mordor'. And surprise, Tanner, who literally spends all his waking hours here at my house, was not with me. The doorbell rang. Mom was working, and Tanner was gone so I wasn't expecting anyone. I assumed it was somebody selling something, so I ignored it. When it rang again, and then again, I had to go down and answer it, so I pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went down. And I was really startled when I opened the door and Darrell was standing there. "Tanner's not here" I said. "Didn't he tell you he had to visit some relatives?" Yeah, Tanner, the god, the most dominant stud in town, our superman, even he had obligations. Even he had somebody who could order him around, namely his parents. Since he was only seventeen and still lived with them, he still had to listen to them, and for the next three days he was visiting his Aunt Thelma and Uncle Frank and a slew of cousins. Darrell got a sly grin. "I didn't come to see Tanner" he said. And let me tell you, that really shocked me. I was floored. "Wha-Wha-What?" I thought I was hearing things. He grabbed me by the collar of my t-shirt, twisted it and jerked me forward. Then he kissed me, right there on the front stoop. And it was a deep tongue dueling kiss too. I was taken aback for a moment, but then got into the kiss. I mean, Darrell is gorgeous. Obviously, he's not a god like Tanner, but he's got a body that won't quit, and his muscles are bigger than any of the other kids our age. Also, he had the cutest damn dimples you've ever seen, except for mine of course. I knew damn well Darrell had fallen head over heels in love with Tanner, and was my main competition for Tanner's affection, so what was he doing here? But when you've got a good thing going, don't knock it, so I returned the kiss with a vengeance. Darrell was being very aggressive, pushing me back against the door casing and ramming his crotch into me. And he was hard. Oh yeah, he was hard. I tried to pull back, after all, we were in front of my house where anyone could see, but he grabbed my hair and held me there. "I came here to see you" he said as he finally broke the kiss. I was literally speechless, not having any idea what to say. Darrell is a hunk and I'm a wimp. He's popular at school and I'm a nobody. Yes, I'd sucked him off and I enjoyed it, and yes, he has been friendly towards me, but it still made no sense that he was here kissing me. We were both in love with Tanner. Still holding me by the shirt, he pushed me into the house and kicked the door closed. Turning me around and giving my butt a slap, he said: "upstairs" and gave me a shove. I liked Darrell, and he was a hunk, and somehow, it seems that he must like me. I mean, he was here, wasn't he? He said he came to see me. Of course, I loved Tanner dearly, and it had not even occurred to me that I might want to have sex with someone else. Was that even allowed? I'd never even thought about it before. Of course, I'd sucked Darrell, and I'd even sucked Larry, but that was with Tanner's orders and knowledge. I suddenly realized that I'd better figure out my relationship with Tanner, and damn quick, because one of the hottest hunks in school was standing right in front of me. And he seemed to be really hot-to-trot. "Darrell, I don't think we can do this" I said. Did Tanner own me? Of course, he did, no question about it. I wouldn't dispute that for a second. I belonged to him. I wanted him to own me, and I wanted to belong to him. But did I own Tanner? What an absurd question. Of course not. Don't be ridiculous. I'd watched Tanner fuck, like, a dozen times or more and he doesn't care what I think. Hell, I know he's treating me special by allowing me to watch, and sometimes even jerk off. So, do I need his permission to fuck somebody else? "Darrell, please. You know Tanner wouldn't like this." I still wasn't sure. "Bullshit. I know he wouldn't care. In fact, if he were here he'd be urging us on. You know that." Actually, I didn't know that, but I wasn't sure. Tanner made all of the decisions for all of his boys, and nobody even considered disputing him or disobeying him. None of us did anything without his okay. But now, he wasn't here to tell me what to do. But knowing Tanner and his mercurial temper, he'd probably kill me if I did this without his approval. But then I figured it out. Tanner says that I'm his best bud, but he's also made it clear that he's my Master. Hell, he was Darrell's Master too. So, of course I couldn't have sex with Darrell without his permission. I was what? His slave? Is that the word? He's my Master so of course I'm his slave? Well, there is no question about it, slaves don't make decisions for their Masters. "Sorry, Darrell" I said as I backed away from him. "We can't do this, and you know it. Not without Tanner's permission. You need to go." I was surprised that Darrell got a smile on his face and chuckled. "You want me to rape you, don't you?" he said. "Actually, I had a wet dream last night thinking of exactly that." Then I began to realize that he didn't care if I agreed. In fact, it seemed like he didn't want my approval. I think he came here planning to rape me. "No Darrell, no" I said, and I made a dash for the bathroom. I'd barely taken a single step when Darrell grabbed me by the collar and jerked me back. "This is going to be fun" he said with a laugh. "I'm going to enjoy the hell out of this." He pulled me in tight against him and jammed his crotch into my butt. "Oh shit, I'm so hot" he said as he bit my neck, probably giving me a hickey. Holding me tight, he ground his crotch and his very hard whanger into my ass a few times and then grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it up and off. "I been dreaming about that blow job you gave me, Charlie. I want another one just like it." "Darrell, come-on. Please. Don't do this." I tried pleading with him. I wasn't hard, in fact I wasn't even turned on. I didn't want this. I couldn't abide the thought of Tanner being mad at me again. I don't think I could survive his anger again. "Please, don't. Tanner wouldn't like this." "I'll make this easy for you" he chuckled as he hugged me tight against him again, banging his prick back against my ass. "You give me a super blowjob just like the last time, and that'll make me happy. But, if you won't, I'll slap you around some and then rape that cute ass of yours. Your decision." "Come-on Darrell. Stop it" I pleaded. "Your decision, Charlie" he said. "I want that blowjob, but I'll bet raping your ass would be a lot of fun." What a quandary. I didn't want to do anything Tanner wouldn't want me to do, but Darrell was a hell of a lot bigger and stronger than me, and he wasn't giving me a choice. There's no question he could rape me if he wanted too. And, besides, I loved sucking him. Yeah, I loved doing it. "Okay, Darrell, I'll do it" I said, giving in. "But I'll tell Tanner that you made me. He'll be mad at you instead of me." Darrell turned me around to face him, put a hand behind my head, and kissed me. Really kissed me. A long, lingering, spit exchanging kiss. A lip bruising kiss. It was wonderful. The kiss went on and on, gradually going from frantic and rough, to gentle and loving. Darrell was a wonderful kisser. Then, finally, he broke the kiss and whispered in my ear: "I wouldn'da raped you, Charlie" he said. "You know I wouldn't do that to you." He went back to the kiss and gently pushed me over to the bed. Then, stepping back, he looked me in the eye. "You're beautiful, Charlie. Really beautiful." Now, how in the hell do I react to that? I was thrilled of course and got a grin from ear to ear. Oh, everybody says I have a pretty face, but it was my body that embarrassed me; I was so skinny. But Darrell didn't seem to mind. There I was, standing in front of him, without a shirt, showing my skinny sunken chest, and he says I'm beautiful. I was thrilled. Darrell quickly stripped down as I stood at the side of the bed watching. Then he came to me and got down on his knees. Very gently, he pulled my shorts down, and then my bikini. My prick hadn't really started to wake up yet, but it was beginning to think about it. Darrell leaned in and gave it a kiss, right on the tip. Now it started to rise up. Darrell moved me aside and lay down on the bed on his back and then spread his legs. "Here, Charlie. Between my legs" he said. I climbed up and got between his legs and looked him up and down. God, he is just perfect. Even lying there in repose his body looks great. I know he works his butt off in the weight room, but even though he doesn't have enormous bulging muscles like Tanner, he had a very firm compact body showing expectations of greater things to come. And he's very handsome. Striking blue eyes and black eyebrows, with dark brown hair which he keeps cut short. Did I say he was perfect? Well, yeah, he was. "You want to suck me, don't you?" he asked, looking me in the eye and he sounded nervous. He really wanted to be sure that I wanted to do this. He was really being thoughtful. "You do, don't you?" And yes, I did. His cock was rock hard lying flat on his belly, and you bet it was prime beef. I clearly remember how perfect it was when I had it in my mouth the last time. "Yes, Darrell. Yes" I said giving him a huge grin. Yes, I wanted to suck him again. Right now, I was getting hot, so I'd worry about Tanner later. My rigid prick was taking over and was telling me that, yes, I wanted to suck him. Besides, even though I accepted that Tanner owned me, and may not like me having sex with someone else, he never actually said that I couldn't. No, he never specifically told me I couldn't have sex. I bent down and kissed Darrell's prick, and then licked the drop of pre-cum off the tip. I took it in my mouth. God, Darrell had a perfect prick. Big and hard, cut, and just the perfect size for sucking. Big enough that I had to stretch my lips to take it in, and long enough to reach into my throat, but not so big as to make it difficult. Damn, it was perfect. Just right for me to have to work at sucking it, but not so enormous as to feel like I was being strangled. I pulled back off his prick and just admired it for a moment. Then I kissed it a couple times and looked up at him. "Your prick is perfect, Darrell. Just perfect." "Oh, you like it, do you?" he said with a bit of a smirk on his face. "Your favorite lollipop?" He laughed, and I laughed along with him. "Yes, my favorite lollipop" I agreed. I took it back into my mouth. Just like last time, Darrell was not rough or demanding, but just accepted my dedicated sucking. Now, I may not have sucked many cocks, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out how to do it well. All that is required is a little determination and not worrying about gagging and stuff. Then you need the ability to envision yourself on the receiving end, pretending that you're the one being sucked, and imagining how you would want it to feel. That's what I did. I imagined what Darrell must be feeling and tried to give him the most incredible pleasure that I could manage. Darrell started groaning and carrying on, so I knew I was doing it right. But there was no hurry here, so I pulled back and nestled my face in his crotch staring over his cock up at his face and started licking and sucking his balls. He kept right on groaning in pleasure, and I could see the contortions on his face, the visual of the feelings of enjoyment I was giving him. I kept working on his balls until he finally started pleading with me. "Please, Charlie. Suck me. Suck me." He reached down and rubbed him hands through my hair, encouraging me to get back on his dick. "Charlie, please, you're killing me" he moaned as he looked down and saw me looking up at him. "Please, Charlie. Suck me." God, it's wonderful to be in control. A little guy like me controlling a hunk like Darrell. I pressed my face against his dick and pushed it back and forth with my nose, and then started licking it up and down, but not taking it in my mouth. "Please, Charlie, please" Darrell groaned. I was driving him crazy and I was loving it. I looked up at his face as I licked and saw the contortions as he pleaded with me. God, this was fun. I never imagined I could be in complete control of a hunk like Darrell, and I was having the time of my life. I couldn't continue torturing him forever, but I was going to milk this for all it was worth. "Beg for it, Darrell" I exulted. "Beg me." "Oh, shit, Charlie" he pleaded. "Please, please, please." So with an enormous grin on my face, a grin of triumph, I finally took him in my mouth, and I took him deep, going down and down on him until my nose was mashed against his crotch. Then I swallowed a couple times, forcing my throat to close against his dickhead, squeezing it, and forcing groans of elation from him. All the time I kept my tongue working. He didn't scream that time, it was only a groan, but when I pulled back and did it again, slamming my face into his crotch, forcing his now throbbing dick into my tight throat and swallowing a couple more times; now he screamed. "Yeeeaaaoooh." With that scream he let loose and fired his first shot deep into my throat. I wasn't quite ready for that, so I had to pull back a bit in order to swallow, but I kept his dick in my mouth as he screamed and ejaculated on and on and on. I didn't know Darrell was a screamer, but wow, did he ever go wild when he ejaculated. He didn't grab my head as I expected but was just slamming his arms against the bed in a frenzy as he yelled and fired. Did I tell you I loved sucking Darrell the last time? Well, that was nothing compared to this. This was heavenly. This was like nothing I'd ever imagined. This hunk, completely under my control, and screaming in pleasure as I sucked him off, made me so hot it was about to blow my head off. I grabbed my own dick and started jerking it like mad, while I sucked up and swallowed the last of Darrell's gism. As I pulled off his dick, I saw that Darrell still had his eyes closed with a look of such euphoria that it almost took my breath away, and my dick woke up with a vengeance. I jerked up to my knees between Darrell's legs and let go. My first shot barely made it to his belly button, but my second one damn near hit his chin. Darrell opened his eyes and looked at me with such tenderness and appreciation that I gasped. Yeah, in the middle of my ejaculation I actually gasped to see that look in his eyes. Nobody had ever looked at me like that before, and I loved it. Hell, maybe I was falling in love with Darrell. Darrell was lying there smiling at me as I stopped shooting my cum onto him. I was on my knees between his legs, and we were both panting up a storm, grinning at each other, and trying to get our breath back. "Premature ejaculation" we both said, almost at the same time. We laughed. "Come up here you little bugger" Darrell said sweetly as he reached for me. He put his arms around me, pulling me in close, as our lips met in a warm loving kiss. A warm, loving kiss, very gentle and drawn out, it went on and on. We lay there hugging and kissing for the longest time, fifteen minutes or more, and I think I almost dozed off for a bit. I was so comfortable in his arms. "I have to get going, Charlie" Darrell finally whispered in my ear. He kissed me again. "Don't go" I said softly. "Sorry," he said. "And, I'm sorry about the premature ejaculation. But you were terrific. I loved it. Next time I'll hold out longer." "Next time?" I asked dreamily. "Will there be a next time?" "Of course, there will" he said. "I wouldn't miss it for anything." We kissed. It was at least another fifteen minutes before he was able to drag himself away. Comments welcome: [email protected]

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Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2024 13:42:05 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter Twenty-five This story contains body worship and rough sex between consenting gay men. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Twenty-five "Have you got Mr. Carson for Chemistry, Sasha?" Tanner asked. "Yeah, fourth period" Sasha answered. "You want him?" Tanner laughed. "He belongs to me." "Oh yeah?" Sasha laughed along with him. "He is kind of cute for an old guy." "Well, yeah, I guess. I think he's twenty-five or twenty-six, but he's a teacher. You ever have a teacher?" "Hell yes. I've had teachers" Sasha laughed. "Mrs. Simpson and Mr. Clarity gave me some of the best head I've ever had. "Male and Female both?" Tanner asked in surprise. "Hell yes, I ain't prejudiced" he laughed. "Besides, they're the ones that brought me out." "Your schoolteachers brought you out?" "Yeah, Mrs. Simpson taught me to fuck, and Mr. Clarity taught me to dominate." "Yeah?" "Yeah. Second day of school, Mrs. Simpson got me in the auditorium after school and raped me" he laughed. "She damn near tore my pants off and gave me a blowjob, and then got me in the prop room and had me fuck her; twice." "Twice." "Yeah, twice" he really laughed now. "That first time, the first time I ever done it, that very first day, I came, like, three times in half an hour. But, shit, I wasn't even fourteen yet so I coulda cum a dozen times." Tanner looked down at Jerod. "Easy does it, babe, we've got all afternoon" he said, rubbing his hand through Jerod's hair. Tanner was in the beanbag chair and Jerod was between his legs with his dick in his mouth. "Slow and easy, babe. Slow and easy. Make it last." Jerod pulled off the dick and started licking Tanner's balls instead. Of course, as always, I was there watching, sitting at the desk in front of my computer. Charlie, the watcher. Tanner was getting blown, but what Sasha was doing was more interesting. He had Jim on the bed with his head hanging over the side and was leaning back against him with his ass in his face. I'd already heard from Darrell that Sasha loved getting his ass eaten out, and this proved it, because, so far, he hadn't let Jim anywhere near his dick. "That's it, Jim" Sasha said as he pushed back against Jim's face. "Up and down, up and down. Just like that. Yeah. Keep it going." "So, was Mrs. Simpson a good fuck?" Tanner asked. "She was all I had, but man, I thought she was manna from heaven" he chuckled, evidently remembering good times. "I fucked her damn near every day for the next month, some days two or three times. But that was before I had Mr. Clarity. He was an ass man." "An ass man?" "Yeah, an ass man. That very first time, the day he kinda trapped me in the storage room, he got my pants down and then ate out my ass for, like, forever. At least half an hour, and I came twice. And then he had me fuck him up the ass. You think that wasn't an incredible turn-on for me, a young kid who'd never done this before? It absolutely drove me wild. Besides, his ass was tighter than Mrs. Simpson's pussy." He and Tanner both laughed. "But you said he taught you domination." "Well, yeah, he was a kinky bastard. He not only was wild about eating out my ass, he liked getting slapped around while he did it. That very first time, there in that closet, he insisted that I reach back and grab his head while he licked my ass, pretending like I was forcing him to do it. "And later, when I fucked him, he taught me to call him names and slap him. But, hey, I was willing. Didn't take me long to get the hang of it, so sex with him pretty much turned into rape scenes, contrived rape scenes. But guess what? I liked it. Hell, I loved it. Ain't nothin quite like knocking a guy around while he's servicing you. "I'd sit on his face and call him cocksucker and faggot and pussy boy, and he'd pretend to plead and cry and beg, and then I'd fuck the shit out of him. Hell yes, I loved it, him a grown man and me just a kid, a real stud but still just a kid." "And you were only thirteen?" Tanner asked. "Thirteen, yeah" Sasha said. "I started lifting when I was eleven, so let me tell you, by thirteen I was already a stud." "Okay, okay" Tanner laughed. "I believe you. I started at eleven too." "Mr. Clarity loved licking my ass," Sasha continued, "but he was also wild about my big prick. He said I had the biggest one he'd ever seen. Maybe you've noticed." Sasha reached down and grabbed his dick, massaging it a little while he slid his ass up and down in Jim's face. "Yeah, we all noticed you've got a big one" Tanner said with a smirk. "Anyway, once I got the hang of it, I rough-fucked Mr. Clarity for months." "So, you turned into a mean son-of-a-bitch" Tanner laughed. "Not mean, just controlling and demanding, always in charge, doing whatever it takes to get my rocks off. You know that, you and me are just the same." "Well, yeah, I've noticed some similarities" Tanner said sarcastically. "Hey, look at me and look at you, we're both hunks. I was a hunk back when I was thirteen, so I was a natural to become a dominant stud. Hell, you know as well as I do that they all want to be used by a top man, a dominant muscle stud like me and like you who can show them how to serve." "Yeah. I can't argue with you on that" Tanner said. Then he looked down at Jerod. "What do you think, baby. You like sucking daddy's big dick?" "Yes, sir. Ahhh, yes, master" Jerod said as he stared into Tanner's face and kept licking his balls. "Well, get on it then" Tanner ordered him. Jerod grabbed the hard shaft and bent it down within reach and took it in his mouth. "Mmmmm" he murmured as he kept his eyes on Tanner's face. Tanner fluffed his hair and then patted his cheek a couple times. "Show me" Tanner said. "Show me how much you like it. Give me some action." Jerod got busy sucking Tanner's dick. Sasha was watching of course and realized that Tanner was now going to get down to some serious fucking, so he pulled away from Jim's face and turned around. "Just pretend this is your master's dick, Jim; Tanner's dick" he said. "Treat it like royalty. Heh, Tanner?" "Yeah. Jim knows what to do with a big dick" Tanner said. "Show him Jim." "Big guy like you with Tanner as your master" Sasha chuckled, "I'll bet you're one hell of a cocksucker." Taking aim, he slowly pushed his dick into Jim's mouth. In one smooth motion, his dick slid in and in and in, all eight plus inches sinking deep into Jim's throat until Sasha's crotch finally pressed tight against his face. "Oh shit, yeah" he moaned in delight. ------- How did this come about? How did we get here in my bedroom, the five of us? Let me take you back to what happened in the lunchroom today. I hadn't seen much of Darrell and Larry for the past week, and when I did see them, they looked kinda wasted. I knew they were with Sasha, so I wondered how things were going. And so did Tanner. "So, your boys keeping you busy?" Tanner asked him while we were eating lunch at our usual table. Sasha laughed. 'Actually, I'm keeping them busy. Moving here and getting settled took almost two weeks. That was two weeks without any dick action at all. I was desperate." "Yeah, I've noticed that both Darrell and Larry have been looking peaked. You must be wearing them out." "They're still learning how to deal with a new Master. Right now, they're in training." "Oh?" Tanner said, skeptically. "No, no. No complaints about your training. But you only saw them occasionally. They're with me every day while I'm teaching them what they can expect from me." "Everyday?" "Yeah. They need close supervision until I get them sufficiently docile." "Docile? So, you're really working them over, heh?" "You bet. What you didn't have a chance to teach them was what 24/7 submission really means. That's a new concept for them, and I'm having to beat it into their heads." "Their heads" Tanner laughed, "or their asses?" 'I don't give them bruises that show," he laughed. "But they're going to be under my thumb until they grasp what I mean by total submission. I never bullshit and they're going to toe the line." "So, how are they doing?" "They're coming along okay. They're learning that I expect total obedience from them, and once I get it, they'll earn my respect. I make a big deal about respect. They've also got to understand that although that respect is mutual, it starts and goes from bottom to top. While Sasha was telling us all this stuff, I was watching Tanner's face, and I think I saw some surprise, or maybe enlightenment. All he said was 'oh yeah' but I think he'd never really thought of that 'mutual respect' thing. Not that Tanner didn't respect me/us. He did. In his own way. But I'm sure he had never given it any thought. In Tanner's world he took his pleasure from using his boys, and of course they enjoyed. It, they loved it, but it goes without saying that their pleasure was mostly incidental and secondary to his. "So where are they today?" Tanner asked. "I haven't seen them." Sasha laughed. "Today is their day off" he said, "because tomorrow I'm giving them their final exam." "I'll bet that would be worth seeing" Tanner laughed along with him. "But that means you're free today, heh?" "Yup" he said. "You got something in mind?" "I've got something you might like" Tanner said. "You've got two wrestlers. How about two football players?" "Hey" Sasha laughed. "I like football players." "Charlie" Tanner said. "Go track down Jim and Jerod and get them at your house this afternoon." ✽✽✽ That was in the lunchroom today, and now here we were in my bedroom, all five of us. I was the only one in the room with a stitch of clothes on, and that was only a skimpy bikini. Tanner was sitting in the beanbag chair with Jerod sucking away on his dick, while Jim lay on the bed with his head hanging over the side with Sasha fucking his face. Right now, the talking was over and the only sounds in the room were grunts and moans and sucking sounds. Tanner had moved his hand down to Jerod's head and taken charge, beginning to speed up the action. Sasha was fucking Jim's face with slow deep thrusts, forcing his way deep into Jim's throat each time. Jim was taking massive breaths before each thrust, trying to keep from choking or gagging. I have to say he was impressing the hell out of me, because Sasha really did have a massive dick. "Charlie, the cream" Tanner said, and I was out of the chair like a shot, getting our favorite fucking cream from the bathroom. "Get him ready" Tanner said to me as he kept jamming Jerod's head up and down. I squeezed some cream onto my fingers and rubbed it up and down Jerod's crack, and almost immediately pushed one finger into the hole. Jerod's body jerked a little, but he didn't make a sound. But he was preoccupied anyway, trying not to choke. It didn't take me long before I had two fingers in there loosening him up. I knew what Tanner liked, not completely dry, but not overly greased either. He liked a nice tight fit on the initial penetration. "Go do Jim" Tanner said to me as he pulled Jerod's face away from his crotch and stood up. "In the chair" he said to Jerod giving him a gentle slap on the back of his head. Jerod got in the chair while I headed over to the bed. "Turn over" I heard Tanner say, and as I looked back, I saw that he had gotten Jerod on his knees in the beanbag chair. Grabbing Jerod by the neck and pushing his head down, kinda forcing his ass up in the air, he pressed his dick up against his crack. Very slowly, he started sliding his dick up and down in the crack. As I got to the bed, Sasha was having Jim turn over on his stomach, his head still hanging over the side of the bed. Pulling him up by the hair, Sasha stuck his dick back into his mouth. I got on the bed between Jim's legs, spreading them wide and started preparing his ass, just like I had Jerod's. I heard a slap and a grunt and as I looked up, I saw the Tanner had grabbed Jerod's hair, pulling his head up and forcing him to arch his back, as if he were holding the reigns of a horse. With his other hand he gave Jerod another healthy slap on the ass. I kept working Jim's ass with the cream, but I couldn't help but watch the action between Tanner and Jerod. Still holding onto Jerod's hair with one hand, Tanner lined up his dick with the other. "Here comes' baby" he said and pushed. He really pushed. No going easy, no prep, no slow-go, just one long thrust burying almost all his man meat into Jerod's ass. Jerod yelled. I guess you could call it a scream, but Tanner immediately pulled back out. Giving Jerod a good five second reprieve, Tanner then did it again, slowly cramming his enormous dick deep into Jerod's butt once more. Jerod merely grunted this time, but he was well practiced in taking Tanner's dick. Still holding onto Jerod's hair, still dragging his head back, Tanner started to fuck as only Tanner knows how to fuck. Finishing with Jim, I got off the bed as Sasha climbed on. He flipped Jim back over on his back. And let me tell you: Jim, the football front linesman is big; really big. He weighs well over 250 pounds, but Sasha flipped him over like it was nothing. Jesus, was he strong. Lifting Jim's legs, Sasha lined himself up behind him and started easing his dick into his ass. Me? I'm the watcher. Charlie the watcher. I was watching two enormous muscle guys, perfect physical specimens and almost mirror images of each other. They both had big bulging muscles and enormous pricks, and they were each plugging a gorgeous football player. I know I'm using a lot of superlatives here, but I can only tell you the way it is, the way I see it. Jim has practically 260 pounds of solid muscle, and Jerod is a rock solid 180, so let me tell you this was a vision to behold. So, what do you think my dick was doing? Hell, I hadn't even touched myself yet, but it felt like it was about to spurt. Well, I guess that's a lie. Maybe I had touched it just a little. How could I not with all this action in front of me? Tanner was fucking up a storm with an occasional slap to Jerod's ass. Sasha was staring into Jim's eyes as he sped up and started really slamming into him. So, flesh hitting flesh was all that was heard for the next fifteen or twenty minutes. I pulled my dick out of my bikini and got busy myself. ✽✽✽ "That was my sayonara guys" Tanner said. Both Jim and Jerod looked surprised. We had all showered and dressed and were down in my living room. "Charlie told me what you guys were up to" Tanner said. That's me. Sneaky Charlie. I always know what's going on, and if I don't, I find out. From my own observations and through the grapevine, I knew that Jim and Jerod had become a 'thing'. Both Jim and Jerod looked at each other, and then said simultaneously: "But, Tanner...." "Don't 'but Tanner' me" Tanner said. "You've been together every afternoon, and you spent the past two weekends together. It's not just Charlie who's talking about it." Just by looking at their faces it was clear that the cat was out of the bag. They both looked sheepish. "Hey, I don't have a problem with it" Tanner said. "You wanna play, go ahead and play." "Tanner" Jim said. "We ... ahhh. We .... ahhh. Well .... yeah, we've been spending time together." "You've been fucking you mean. Like rabbits." We all laughed. "So, you don't .... You don't mind?" "I said so" Tanner answered. "In fact, I like the idea. You guys belong together." Jim and Jerod were sitting next to each other on the sofa as we talked, and now Jim raised his arm and put it around Jerod's shoulder, giving him a hug. "Thanks, Tanner, Sir. I appreciate it" Jim said. "We appreciate it." "So, you're free. Get out of here and go fuck" Tanner said. So, just like that, Tanner dropped Jim and Jerod from his 'harem'. Bam, bam, thank you ma'am, and it was done. ------------------ I couldn't believe how quickly this was happening. Tanner had mentioned he might reduce his harem, but I had no idea that it would happen this quickly. In just over a week, he'd let Darrell and Larry go and now Jim and Jerod. He was making me nervous. Very nervous. I know, I know, he'd told me over and over that he'd never drop me, and that I was his number one boy, but me being the original 'nervous-Nelly', I was afraid. I didn't like changes. What I did need was constant assurance of his commitment to me, and I wasn't getting it. At least I wasn't getting enough. I know he said he liked to have someone hot and dependable, and I hoped that was me. But he also said that he liked a fresh face occasionally, a new guy to control and a new butt to plug. So, yeah, I was nervous. ----------------- "Mr. Carson was a fantastic cocksucker" Tanner said. "But I only fucked him for the fun of it because he had a pretty face. And it was one hell of a turn-on to dick my own teacher, even if he was a skinny runt." "But you had him twice" I reminded him. "You had him here in this room." "Hey, didn't I just say that he was a fantastic cocksucker?" he said. "Nobody was sucking my dick like that, so he was worth a another go around, even if he was old and skinny." Tanner kissed my cheek and petted my hair. "He was a fantastic cocksucker, but you're going to be every bit as good. You're almost as good already." I really appreciated him saying that. Yes, of course I did. There's nothing wrong with being called a cocksucker when you're called that by your lover, your master. I was so madly in love with him that I was thrilled that he let me suck his cock. But I also took note of him saying I was 'almost as good' as Mr. Carson. I knew that had to change, and I was determined to change it. "And" he said with a laugh. "Mr. Carson may be pretty but I like seeing your pretty face on my dick much more than his." I laughed along with him as he gave me a hug and another kiss on the cheek. Hey, don't knock it; I love him saying stuff like this. It was afternoon and we had already stripped down to our bikinis and Tanner was lying in the beanbag chair with his arm around me, with me cuddled up against him. My favorite position. "I think Mr. Carson and your pop will make a fine couple" Tanner said. "How do you figure?" I said sarcastically. "They're both your flunky's; your ass-kissers. What are they going to do, rub pussies together?" "Okay, so I've trained them both to service my dick, but I'll bet they can figure out what their own dicks are for" Tanner laughed. "Besides, your pop has ten years on Mr. Carson and I think deep down in there somewhere he has some backbone. I believe that Mr. Carson's going to find himself serving some daddy dick." Again, I laughed along with him. While Tanner and I were together in my bedroom, Mr. Carson and my dad were downstairs in the master bedroom, presumably fucking. Tanner had ordered them over today after school with plans to hook them up together. He had spent a half hour down there with them, and I was curious as hell as to what had gone on. "So what? What did you say to them?" "Not much. I got them stripped and on my dick just to get them warmed up. Two adult mouths on your prick at the same time can be a lot of fun." He laughed. "Especially when one is your teacher, and the other is your boyfriend's dad." (boyfriend? Yea) "But they only know how to serve you" I said. "Oh, they'll figure it out" Tanner said. "I took them from kissing my dick to kissing each other. And, yes, they were rubbing pussies together before I left. I do think they'll figure it out." "But what if they don't learn to ...." I said leaving the sentence unfinished. "Don't matter to me" Tanner said. "They know I'm through with them, so they either get it on with each other, or they don't get any at all. I don't really care." I'm not sure if that was true that Tanner didn't care, because I think he was enjoying being a matchmaker. I mean, he'd hooked up Sasha with Darrell and Larry, and he'd got Jim and Jerod together, and I think he was making plans for some of the others. Tanner has been squeezing my buns as we talked, and since he'd already been downstairs with the two adults. his prick still hadn't gone completely soft. I'd get on him in a second if he'd give the okay, and I knew I could have his shaft back up to full flurry in no time. "I've got you here, honey, and that's all I care about right now" he whispered and then gave my ear a lick. "You ready?" he asked. (crazy question, huh? When was I not ready?) "Yes, master" I said, and I gave his shoulder a kiss. "Please, master." (A little begging never hurts with your Dom. We subs all know it turns them on). "Go to it" he said. I slid down between his legs, looked up into his eyes and started licking up and down his shaft. ------------- "You've got to be kidding?" I said. "Rasheed and Tommy? The incredible hulk and Mr. Body Beautiful? That's not possible is it?" Tanner laughed. "Of course, it's possible" he said. "I'm putting it together." "But how could you?" I asked, really surprised. "I heard Rasheed tell you that Tommy's muscles were ugly, and Tommy said, more than once, how stuck-up Rasheed was. They don't like each other." "Well, they're going to" Tanner said. "At least they're going to learn to." "But, who is ....? Who is ....? Ahhh .... who's going to be the top?" I sputtered. "They don't have to have labels" Tanner said. "Just because I make everybody bottom for me, doesn't mean they have to bottom to everybody else." "But Tanner, you've trained them. They're bottoms. They're your fuck boys." "That's not true, not with either one of them" he said. "Just because they've sucked my dick a few times doesn't automatically make them bottoms." Then he laughed. "You're too caught up in being my fuck boy, you can't see the big picture. Lots of guys need to be under the control of a Dom like me, someone powerful and assertive who can inspire worship and submission. But not all guys need that." "Oh, no?" I asked. "I don't think so" he laughed. "Actually, I've never met one. I've never met anyone I couldn't control, who didn't want to be controlled, who didn't want to service me, but I think they exist. "So, what's the deal with Rasheed and Tommy?" I asked. "The deal is, they're going to become a couple" Tanner said. "Oh?" "Don't double guess me" he chuckled and gave my ass a pinch. "They're going to become a couple." --------------- So, we tracked down Tommy after his weightlifting class. "What do you mean you don't know him? He's the most spectacular looking guy in school" Tanner said to Tommy. "Hell, you're the weightlifting coach. How could you not know about him? He's won gold medals in bodybuilding contests." "Of course, I know him, Tanner. At least I know of him. But he's a stuck-up cunt, Tanner" Tommy said. Tanner and I had set in on Tommy's bodybuilding class, but the students were now gone. After the last kid left, Tommy came over to Tanner with a big smile on his face ready to get on his knees. "No, Tommy. Not today" Tanner chuckled as he rubbed his hand through Tommy's hair. This happened every time we stopped in the weight room because Tommy loved groveling for Tanner. Yeah, believe it. He did. Big hulking muscle man Tommy, crawling. But Tommy was as straight and butch looking as a man could get. A big hulking muscle freak, a renowned womanizer who had ladies by the dozen waiting in line for him. Ladies and their husbands too, I guess. The word was, he was the most popular guy in the weekly couple's club where he attended as the only single member there. But he loved submitting and crawling for Tanner. Go figure. I suppose you'd call him 'bi' or maybe we needed another term to describe him. "Not today, Tommy" Tanner repeated. "But back to Rasheed. He's as sweet as could be. He works out with me." "He studies posing with you, Tanner" he said. "I know that. But he's still a stuck-up cunt. I've tried to talk to him a couple times and he just stuck his nose up in the air and walked away. He's never been here in the school weight room." "Yes, he has" Tanner said. "He was in here with me a couple months ago. Coach Ratell let us in." "Well, he's never been in here when I've been here. He's never been to one of my classes. I even asked him once to come by and give some of the guys some pointers. The little shit just gave me a smirk and walked away. He's a real cunt." "I'm really surprised" Tanner responded. "I thought you guys would have hit it off a long time ago. I mean, you've got so much in common." "Yeah, we've both got muscles, but I'm not vain about mine. He's a conceited prick who thinks his shit doesn't stink. "You're not vain?" Tanner laughed. "You? Muscle giant, Tommy? Not vain? You fuckin liar." "Okay, maybe a little bit" Tommy laughed along with him as he raised his enormous arms and flexed. "Maybe just a little." We all laughed. "Well, I'll have a talk with Rasheed" Tanner said. "I want you guys to be friends. The two biggest, most hunky guys around should get to know each other. Besides, you've got something in common besides muscles." He got a big grin on his face. "Yeah?" Tommy said. "What?" "You've both been on my dick" Tanner laughed. "Rasheed?" Tommy asked in surprise. "Conceited, puffed-up Rasheed has sucked your dick?" "Yes, several times" Tanner said. Tanner laughed again. "He thinks he's such a stud, he didn't want anybody to know. But that was the agreement we had. I teach him posing techniques, and if he wins, he sucks me off. Well, he won didn't he?" "Yeah, I heard about that" Tommy said, "and I was impressed. I admit he's gorgeous but it's just too bad he's such a prick." "Well, he's not a prick and I'm going to introduce you to him" Tanner said. "I want you guys to be friends." Tanner walked over to the door, opened it, and in walked Rasheed. "What the fuck" I said, and I think Tommy said the same thing. Rasheed had been waiting outside the door. Tanner obviously had this whole thing well planned. "Rasheed, this is Tommy. Tommy, Rasheed" Tanner said. "You guys are going to become good friends." They said hi and shook hands, but both looked over at Tanner, wondering what he was up to. They didn't even look at each other. But Tanner didn't say 'friends', he said 'good friends'. Tanner didn't waste any time getting rolling because he grabbed Rasheed by the neck and damn near jerked him off his feet into a rough kiss. One of those lip bruising kinds of kisses. He went at it for a couple minutes. Then he did the same to Tommy, jerking him over and kissing him. Obviously both Rasheed and Tommy were shocked but neither one said anything. "Charlie, you get Tommy" Tanner said, and I looked at him wondering what he meant. But he immediately undid Rasheed's belt and started unzipping his pants. That made it clear what he wanted so I got down on my knees in front of Tommy and pulled his shorts off and then his sweaty jockstrap. That's all he was wearing except for a sweaty wife-beater. He didn't object as I stood up on my tiptoes and pulled it up and off. And it wasn't all that easy since he was a good foot taller than me. Tommy didn't react, nor say anything, but Rasheed protested. Tanner ignored him and made him sit down on a bench. He got down and pulled Rasheed's shoes, his pants, and his jockey's all in one shot. Standing back up, he jerked Rasheed's shirt over his head. So, in less than thirty seconds we had both boys naked. You already know that Rasheed is a bodybuilding champion, so you can maybe imagine just how breathtakingly beautiful he is. Sheer perfection of the human male form. And Tommy; enormous Tommy; huge over-built muscles almost to the point of grotesqueness. Two astonishing male creatures. "Now me" Tanner said, and I jumped to obey. It took me barely twenty seconds to get Tanner naked as well. Now there were three astonishing physical specimens standing there, built by uncountable thousands of hours of dedicated weightlifting and bodybuilding. How could I not be in total awe at what I was seeing. It left me breathless, actually gasping. Three kids; well, I guess maybe Tommy was twenty; but can you imagine there ever being three youths looking like this in the same room together. All enormous with near perfect physiques. Tommy simply enormous, Rasheed absolutely perfect, and Tanner: two freckles and a hair away from impeccable excellence. Their dick size was another matter, however. All three were about half hard, not quite sticking up yet. I took note that we seemed to have small, medium, and large. Tanner was enormous of course, and I knew his dick would grow out to an incredible ten inches, while Rasheed looked like he would have a very healthy eight or nine inches of his own. Tommy was undoubtedly larger than average with over six inches, but even so he looked small next to them. I had to wonder how Tanner was going to handle this because although Tommy was totally slavish and loved to be dominated, Rasheed was not slavish by any means. Although Rasheed may have blown Tanner a couple times, I imagine he considered himself Tanner's equal. I don't know how Tanner felt, but I know he respected Rasheed. "Both of you guys know how to suck cock" Tanner said with a laugh. "I know because you've both had the pleasure of sucking me off." I waited for Rasheed to blow up and maybe Tommy too, but neither one of them reacted. I saw Tommy getting red in the face, probably from embarrassment since Tanner was saying this in front of Rasheed. I couldn't tell if Rasheed was reacting or not. "It was my pleasure too" Tanner said as an afterthought. "So, you both have had practice on a ten incher, so I know you can handle something smaller." Rasheed caught on first. "I ain't suckin his dick, Tanner" he said. "Tommy says you're stuck-up, Rasheed. Why is that?" "He said he wants to teach me about bodybuilding, Tanner. For god's sake, I'm a gold medal winner; I don't need some white-boy telling me how to work out." Tanner looked over at Tommy. "Tommy, you didn't?" Tommy looked sheepish. "Well ....., maybe. I just thought perhaps I could give him some pointers." "Well, you obviously pissed him off, and it's no wonder" Tanner said. "Do you want to apologize?" "Okay" Tommy said. "I'm sorry Rasheed. I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to help." "Okay, man" Rasheed said. "So, how are you going to make it up to him?" Tanner asked. "Huh?" Tommy said. "He's got a dick over there waiting to be sucked. What are you going to do about it?" "Tanner" Tommy said in shock. "What?..... I don't ....." "You okay with that" Tanner said to Rasheed. "Hell, yes" Rasheed said with a big smile on his face. "I don't mind if the white-boy wants to suck on my big whanger." I laughed aloud at that and even Tanner smiled. "Be nice, Rasheed" Tanner chuckled. "Okay, okay. Sorry, Tommy" Rasheed said but he still had that enormous smile on his face. He also reached down and grabbed his dick, wiggling it around a bit. There was a long pause as we all looked at Tommy. He licked his lips but didn't do anything. After a bit Tanner spoke: "Tommy." That was all he said. "Tanner, please" Tommy whispered, looking into Tanner's eyes. Tanner didn't say anything, but just nodded his head over towards Rasheed. Rasheed was playing with his dick and it was growing. Without further comment, Tommy walked over and got on his knees. Rasheed let go of his prick and put his hands on his hips and just waited. Tommy took his dick in his mouth. I wasn't surprised Tommy did it, because I knew he would never disobey Tanner. He was Tanner's total lackey, as slavish as you could get. However, I was surprised that Tanner was making him do this. Was he planning to make Tommy into Rasheed's submissive? I've told you that Tommy was a real ladies-man, and he probably had a waiting list of those wanting to get it on with him. But he'd also sucked Tanner's dick more than once, so he had to be a dedicated bisexual. But with Rasheed? I didn't know how that would work. So, anyway, Rasheed got a blowjob, and as far as I could see, Tommy enjoyed it. Or, at least, he didn't seem to mind. Besides, Rasheed has a nice big one, who wouldn't like it? Tommy went at it like gangbusters and swallowed the cum when he was done. I had no doubts that gorgeous bodybuilder Rasheed got his dick sucked on a regular basis from both genders, but he seemed to really enjoy having musclebound Tommy down there blowing him. Before we left, Tanner made sure they had a date; Rasheed agreed to sit in on one of Tommy's bodybuilding classes next week. Were they going to be a couple, as Tanner seemed to want? I wasn't sure. Time would tell. -------------- You gotta wonder what's going on here. "Tanner. What's up" I asked one day. "You've paired up Darrell and Larry with Sasha, and now Jim and Jerod seem to be a couple. It looks like my dad and Mr. Carson are getting together, and now you've put Rasheed and Tommy together. You're giving everybody away. Are you seriously going to give up your harem?" There we were, as we so often are in our bikinis, him in the beanbag chair and me cuddled up next to him. My right hand was on his chest and his right hand was cupping my ass. My favorite position. "You know what I'm doing" he said. "It's obvious, and I've made it pretty clear anyway. No more harem." I didn't say anything for a moment, waiting for him to say something more. I know he'd said he would keep me, but I'm always nervous and insecure, and I wanted to hear him reassure me. He didn't say anything. "Tanner?" I said softly. He didn't respond so I whispered again: "Tanner. You're not going to dump me, are you?" There was a pause, which really made me nervous, and I started to tear up. "Tanner?" Tanner sighed. "Charlie. How many times do I have to tell you? Do I need to tattoo it on my forehead? I'm not dumping you. You'll always be a part of me." Comments always appreciated. [email protected] Remember to support Nifty !!!

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Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2023 16:42:42 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter 10 The following story is an erotic fantasy with mostly consensual sex between men. If this is not your thing or you're underage, stop now. However, if you continue, I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to copy it for your own use. Comments always appreciated: [email protected]. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Ten "Tanner, I didn't know," I said. "I didn't know. Her weekend hours are always weird, you know that." "You ignorant little shit, Charlie" Tanner growled back at me. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me this yesterday?" "Please, Tanner. I didn't know" I said, pleading with him. "She didn't tell me until this morning. I'm really sorry Tanner, but I couldn't tell you because I didn't know." Somehow, no matter how careful I was, I always seemed to get into trouble with Tanner, and ended up pleading with him for forgiveness. So here we were again. My Mom generally worked from 3:00 PM to 1:00 AM during the week, but weekends were just simply weird. She always took the overtime when she could get it, which was most weekends. I know she struggled to pay the bills since my asshole father left, so she just seemed to work all the time. I admit we really did have a nice house. I've seen other guy's houses and they aren't like ours. We lived in the fancy part of town and all the houses were enormous, including Tanner's and mine, all over 4,500 square feet, so that's why my bedroom is so big. Mom said that it was almost paid for when Dad left, so with refinancing she was able to make the payments. In case you missed it, the reason Tanner is at my house all the time is not because his bedroom is too small, in fact, his is as big as mine. It's because his father is a real asshole with a terrible temper, so Tanner stays away from the house as much as possible. He says his mother is a mouse, terrified of her husband, and barely comes out of her bedroom. Weird, huh? "You're a total asshole, Charlie. You know that?" Tanner growled. "Why the fuck didn't you find out yesterday?" "Please, Tanner, please" I pleaded. "I'm sorry. I know I should have asked her, but I didn't think of it, and I really didn't have a chance. I didn't see her until this morning. Honest, Tanner. I called you the minute I found out." "It's nine o'clock you little fucker" he growled. "Jim's coming at ten. So, what am I supposed to do with him?" I hated Tanner being mad at me. I hated, hated, hated it. But I kept getting myself into predicaments that really pissed him off. And it didn't take much to piss Tanner off anyway. He was accustomed to getting his own way and was not very tolerant when he didn't get it. "I don't know, Tanner. I .... I .... I .... I don't know" I whimpered. Yeah, I was tearing up now. "Well, now that you've ruined my whole weekend, you call him and cancel" he snapped and hung up. I just sat there for a couple minutes with the tears dripping down. God, I hated it when he was mad at me. Tanner told me to call Jim and cancel, but I didn't have his telephone number. I didn't even know what his last name was. I knew he and Jerod were best friends, but I didn't have Jerod's number either. I had no choice but to call Tanner back. He didn't answer. So, there was nothing else I could do except go across the street and get the number from him. I Didn't dare not make the call after Tanner had ordered me to do it. Tanner's orders were to be obeyed, period. My mom was in the front yard cleaning the flower beds as I came out of the house. "I have to run over and see Tanner for a minute" I said. "He's not coming here? I thought he lived here" she joked. I wasn't in the mood for any jokes, so I just headed across the street. I didn't try to sneak around through the back door, like I'd done before, because those times I was trying to hide. This time he wasn't expecting me, and Mom was watching so I had to knock on the door. "What do you want" the man said as he opened the door. This had to be Mr. Tanner, and although I'd never met him before, I could see why Tanner said he was a shit. "I'm Charlie, from across the street" I squeaked. Yeah, the guy was intimidating. He was a big man, not like Tanner of course, but he was big. Probably in his middle thirties, just like my Mom and looked to be in decent shape. "I'd like to see Tanner" I said. "His name is Daryl" the man said, but he didn't snap at me this time. "He's upstairs" he said and let me in. I headed down the hall to the stairs. "Is your Mom home today" the man asked, which sure as hell caught me by surprise. I didn't know he had even met my Mom. "Ah, yeah" I said. "She's home today." He turned to look out the window as I headed upstairs. I knocked softly but there was no answer. I knocked again. "Tanner, it's me. I'm ..... Ahhh ,.... Tanner, I don't have Jim's telephone number." I waited. "Come in" I finally heard his voice, and it was not a friendly tone. So, I went into his bedroom. He was lying down on his bed wearing blue training shorts and a wifebeater, reading a magazine. I closed the door and just stood there for a moment. Tanner didn't move. "Tanner. Ahhh .... Master" I said and then gulped. "Master, I don't have Jim's telephone number." "You don't call me that outside your bedroom" he growled, not even looking at me. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. Ahhh ... Tanner." I had to clear my throat. I just stood there waiting but Tanner didn't say anything. The magazine he was reading was 'Teen Muscle' with a muscle kid on the cover. He didn't look half as good as Tanner. Finally, Tanner spoke. "It's in my cell" he said and pointed at the bedside table. I walked over and picked up his cell phone from the table. I pulled up Jim's number. "Shall I .... Can I call him now?" I asked. "Of course, you dumb shit" he snapped. So, I called Jim and told him that Tanner would get back to him. He could tell that I was calling from Tanner's phone and demanded to talk to Tanner. But Tanner seemed to be concentrating on his magazine and there was nothing I could say to Jim except that Tanner wasn't available. Tanner didn't offer me any help at all. Jim started yelling at me, so I basically had to hang up on him. I hoped I wouldn't meet him around school anytime soon because he'd probably crush me like a bug. Tanner still didn't say a word or even look at me, so I put the phone down and headed for the door. "Come here" he said just as I had my hand on the doorknob. That got me excited because maybe he'd let me explain and apologize. But it also frightened me because I knew he was going to punish me. Yeah, I knew it. That was simply the way it was with Tanner. Nobody, and I mean nobody, and me in particular it seems, was allowed to fuck with him and get away with it. I may love him, and he may love me but a fuckup was a fuckup and always required a response. To Tanner it's training. He says he gets 'acquainted' with guys, but actually it's more like he trains them. He trains them to serve him, and that requires equal amounts of reward and punishment, pleasure and pain. As I walked over to the bed he sat up, putting his feet on the floor. He just looked me in the eye for at least a full minute while I stood there shaking. I can't say I was shaking in fear, it was more like exaltation. I knew he was going to hit me, he was going to hurt me, but that was okay. I deserved it for fucking up and getting him mad at me. So, I was ready, I knew he'd let me have it, probably slapping me in the face, maybe twice, but at least I'd be on my way back into his good graces again. All I wanted was for him to stop being mad at me. I loved him dearly and just wanted to see him happy again. I just wanted to show him how devoted I was and how much I loved him. I could accept a little pain. Then he punched me, hard, really hard, really, really hard, in the stomach, sending me flying back on my butt. That shows you his amazing strength. His fist couldn't have been more than a foot in front of me, but the power of that blow slamming into my stomach sent me stumbling back, and it felt like a sledgehammer had hit me. I couldn't breathe. I was so stunned; it must have been thirty seconds before I was even able to gasp for breath. But then I took a huge gasp, finally able to breathe, and then started gasping madly. It really hurt and I had to wonder if he'd rearranged my innards. Tanner had never hurt me like this before, and I was shocked. How could he do this to me? I know he has unlimited strength, and I know he'd probably held back when he'd punished me before, but it didn't seem like he held back this time. I just lay there stunned, holding my aching stomach. Then I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was sitting there on the side of the bed looking at me calmly, seemingly not at all bothered by my pain. But of course, he wasn't. Why would I expect him to be? I had enraged him with my stupidity. I had ruined his weekend so of course he was angry. This was the punishment that I deserved. As I lay there looking at him, seemingly paralyzed and not able to move, I came to the realization that maybe I couldn't meet his expectations. For the first time since I'd met him, since he'd moved across the street from me, I was beginning to have doubts. Maybe I was simply too much of a drudge for him. I know he's a god, really. Yes, really, I recognize that. He is definitely a superior being, superior to me by a long shot, and I've always accepted that. But somehow, I thought I could get him to accept me as I am, a humble disciple, obviously inferior but totally devoted to him. An adherent who was grateful for any attention he could get. That's all I wanted. His acceptance of my willingness to serve him in any way I could, just to keep his friendship. But it now seemed that I was expecting too much. I simply wasn't good enough to meet his stratospheric demands and conditions. It seems obvious that I've lost him. Finally, I was able to speak, actually wheeze: "Tanner" I whimpered. But then I started to cry. "Tanner" I sobbed. "I'm so sorry." And I was. I really was. I was sorry for disappointing him, and I was sorry that I didn't meet his expectations, and I was sorry I was losing him. Finally, keeping that stoic look on his face, he spoke. "You can be a real prick sometimes, Charlie" he said. I think my heart broke. "Yes, s-s-sir" I sobbed; I was really crying now. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I was still lying on my side on the floor holding my stomach, but my eyes were now filling with tears. "So, you're sorry" he said. I wasn't sure what that meant, but it didn't matter now. It seemed to be obvious he wouldn't accept any apology I might have to offer. This had simply gone too far. "Yes, T-T-Tanner. Yes, Master. Yes. I'm sorry" I whimpered. I could hardly see him for the tears in my eyes, but it looked like he was now frowning at me. I guess he was simply disgusted with me, and I guess I understood that. It was over. I still had this pain in my stomach, but I also had a pain in my soul. I couldn't stop crying, but I didn't even want to stop crying, ever. I felt like my life was over. There was a long pause and then he spoke. "I think I'm falling in love with you, Charlie" he said. ???? What? What did he say? Then he came over and lifted me up in his muscular arms and carried me to the bed. I was still holding on to my throbbing stomach as he laid me down on my back. Standing there next to the bed looking down at me, he gently pulled my t-shirt up and off. Then he took hold of my hands and raised them up over my head and held them there with one hand. Bending down, he gave me a quick kiss on my nose, another on my lips, and then on my chin. "You are so cute. Yeah, I think I'm falling for you" he said, looking me in the eyes and smiling for the first time. I was so surprised at his change of attitude that I was having trouble comprehending what was happening. But .... But, it was slowly sinking in that he was being incredibly sweet and loving. Then he bent down to my chest and gave my right nipple a kiss, and then started licking around it. He kissed it and licked it, and then nibbled on the little bud a bit before moving over to my left side. I was shocked. But shocked or not, I was beginning to get excited about it. He'd never done anything like this before. He'd been warm and loving but never like this. I loved it. Of course, obviously, I loved it. "You're a skinny runt, Charlie" he whispered, as he momentarily raised his head and looked me in the eye. "But I love you anyway." He bent back down and kept licking his way around my chest. I was thrilled. Then he moved down to my aching stomach and started with soft gentle kisses, as if he was kissing the pain away. And it was working, because my dick was beginning to wake up. I was going to be sore, but right now, with this demigod worshiping my wimpy body, I had to push the pain aside and begin to appreciate what was happening to me. Still holding my hands above my head with one hand, which wasn't really necessary, but was a clear sign of his control, he kissed and licked and kissed and licked, covering every inch of my aching stomach over and over again. After several minutes he raised his head and looked me in the eye. "Don't ever make me hurt you again, Charlie" he said. "Okay? Never again." "Yes, sir. Yes, Tanner" I gasped. Yes, I gasped. Not from pain, but from lust. I was getting incredibly turned on. But how could I not? When was the last time you had a god, a superman, ardently kissing and licking your scrawny body? It was beyond glorious, it was stupendous. He gave me a wink and a smile as he stood up by the bed and undressed, removing his wifebeater, his shorts and bikini. Giving me another wink and a smile, he performed a double bicep pose giving me the benefit of his incredibly muscular body. Then he moved to the 'most muscular' pose, showing his astonishing chest and shoulders and overall physique. As always, I was in complete awe of him, and gasped in amazement. He was so gorgeous, so perfect in every way, so massively muscular and beautiful, he could only be some superior being, a superhuman, a superman. "This is yours, Charlie" he said, holding the pose and grinning at me. "All yours." Stepping to the bottom of the bed, he removed my sandals and then pulled my shorts and bikini down and off. Giving me another smile, he got on the bed and raised my legs, putting them on his shoulders. "No cream for you, baby" he said showing a big grin. "You want the real thing. You want to feel me in you." This was another one of those times when I think my heart skipped a beat, I was completely bewildered, call it astonishment overload. This was all happening so fast. He had just clobbered me, and now he was going to fuck me, something I'd been begging for. Tanner, my lord and Master, was going to fuck me. I was so excited that I thought the top of my head was going to blow off. Keeping his eyes on me, he spit on his hand and rubbed it in my crack. He spit a couple more times before finally sticking a finger into my hole, his eyes glued to mine the whole time. I moaned. Hell yes I moaned, but it was not a moan of pain, but a moan of excitement. A moan of exhilaration. Tanner was going to fuck me. It was finally going to happen. He had this enormous grin on his face, and he pushed two fingers into my hole. He knew how excited I was. Hell, I'd been bugging him for days for this, so of course he knew how badly I wanted it. "Ohhh, Tanner, Tanner, Tanner" I whimpered. What else could it be except a whimper. My excitement was simply beyond belief. And the pain in my stomach? What pain was that? I didn't remember any pain. Oh, maybe I'd remember it later, but right now it was insignificant. "It's gonna be good, baby" Tanner said as he bent down and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Tanner knows how to treat virgins. You're going to love it." Then, pulling my legs apart raising my ass, he took aim, lining up his enormous prick against my little pucker. I closed my eyes and prepared myself. Actually, Tanner had done one hell of a job of preparing me. He'd spit a number of times and had worked his two fingers around stretching my hole, so I was about as ready as I possibly could be. It hurt like hell. I scrunched up my face and groaned softly as he pressed into me, forcing my little hole to open up, expanding enormously to accept the head of his prick. I didn't scream, I groaned. But I loved it! It was excruciating, but I really loved it. This was Tanner. This was my god. It felt like a baseball bat forcing its way in as I opened up and took him. I was panting like mad, trying to ease the pain as he stopped and just waited for me to adjust. "It's alright, virgin boy" he whispered. "It'll get better. A whole lot better." And did it ever. Damn, did it ever get better. And as I've said before, I wanted the pain. Serving Tanner, allowing him the pleasure of using me, I didn't want it to be easy. I wanted him to know how much I loved him and how much I wanted him, how much I wanted to serve him, how much I wanted him to take his pleasure from me. My pain was giving him pleasure, so I would not only accept it, I would revel in it. Yes, I'd revel in the pain as long as it was coming from my Master, my superman, my Tanner. So far, Tanner only had the head of his boubous dick in my ass, but now, as he grinned down at me, he pushed in a couple inches. It hurt, but who cares. I was drowning in that grin on his face, and any other thoughts or feelings were insignificant. Pulling back just a smidgen, he pushed in a little further. It was obvious that he was doing this lovingly because he was being so careful with my very virgin ass. Very gradually, moving only an inch at a time, he pulled back and pushed, and then did it again, and again. Very slowly sinking his enormous pecker deeper into my butt. Of course, it hurt, but I made an immediate decision that I would stop thinking of the pain and focus on my master's beautiful smile. I won't mention it again. It was minutes, maybe as long as ten, before Tanner had all of his many inches of man meat stuffed into my ass. He had his hands on my ankles holding my legs wide apart, and lifting my ass up slightly off the bed, to give him the best angle. Then he started to fuck. Up to this moment I know he was thinking of me and only me, very aware that I was a virgin, and taking great care. But now, Tanner being the narcissistic macho man that he was, his own feelings took over, and he started to fuck. No more feelings of tender loving care, but just rough carnal fucking. I was there to be used for his pleasure, and he was determined to get a lot of pleasure. My feelings were now secondary to the feelings he was getting from his prick. He pulled almost all the way out, right to the swollen head, and slammed it back in, shaking the bed. I may be a skinny runt, and Tanner may love fucking muscle boys, but he knew how mad I was for him, and he knew how much I've been wanting this, so he was well aware that he could do anything to me, and I would love him all the more. He could take me and use me and be as rough or even cruel as he wanted, and I would eat it up and love him for it. I was simply his fuck toy to be used and abused in any way he wished. So, he went at it, slamming into me and shaking the bed with each thrust. He had his eyes closed now and was facing up as he fucked, focusing totally on the feeling in his prick. I grunted with each thrust as he banged into me, keeping my eyes on that look of 'bliss' on his face. I knew it was going to be good when he fucked me, but this was beyond good, this was glorious. I loved it. I loved serving him. I loved him, my Master, taking his pleasure from me. I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. I know Tanner must have been really hot, I could see from the look on his face that he was enjoying the hell out of this, but he kept going, on and on and on. I felt an enormous glow surge through my body as I realized how much he was enjoying this; he didn't want it to end. And me; I didn't realize how good it was going to feel. All I'd heard about was the pain but there was no pain. In fact, my pleasure centers were going crazy. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my ass was absolutely euphoric. I'd never imagined that it could feel so good. He went on and on, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, of hard fucking, each and every thrust banging into me. I was elated that he was getting so much satisfaction from fucking me and I didn't want to end, ever. I wanted that dick up my ass from here to eternity. "Ohhhh fuuuuck" Tanner howled when he finally, finally reached his peak, and slamming it to me one more time, so hard that I banged my head against the headboard with a thud, he let loose. "Shiiit, shiiit, shiiit" he yelled as he fired into my ass. I looked up in his sweating face in total awe, watching this superman's show of incredible euphoria as he let go into me. Of course, my dick was standing up and dripping as Tanner fired over and over. And then, as amazing as it seems, right in the middle of his own ejaculation, Tanner reached down and slapped my dick, hard, and then slapped it again. It shocked the hell out of me but that's all it took; I let fly. Somehow Tanner knew that, he knew those two slaps would take me over the top. As Tanner continued shooting, I started shooting too. My first shot landed on my chest, but my second was a doozy, shooting over my head to land in my hair. "Taaaaanner, Taaaaanner" I screamed. "Oh, shiiiiit" Tanner yelled again. Firing at the same time, we fired our gism, his into my ass, and mine onto my chest. And then it was done. Tanner was panting, and I was panting, and we were both dripping with sweat. Can you even imagine how dazzling Tanner looks, his muscled body glistening with sweat, and his bulging pectorals and his ribbed abdominals going in and out as he panted. He was so gorgeous; it was beyond words. Then we both smiled at each other at the same time. "Thank you, Master" I gushed in total exhilaration. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Tanner smiled and bent down and gave me a quick peck on the lips. Then he pushed my legs off his shoulders and slowly pulled his still hard dick out of my ass. "Was it as good as you thought it would be?" he whispered to me, keeping that smile on his face. "Yes, Master" I replied. "Yes, yes, yes. But so much better." I was totally exhilarated, and my love for him seemed to gush out. "I love you Tanner. I truly, desperately love you." I reached up and grabbed his rock-solid deltoids, not pulling him down since he didn't budge an inch but pulling myself up to him. He put his muscular arms around me, pulling me to him and I joined him in a kiss. A long loving kiss. As it went on and on, he lay down on his side facing me, his arms still hugging me close. I never wanted the kiss to end. Was Tanner a bully? Was he still a bully? Maybe not so much. "I wonder where my dad is?" Tanner said while we were getting dressed. "He should have been in here screaming at us an hour ago." Among the pain and the pleasure and the fucking, that had never really crossed my mind. "Yeah" I said. "I guess we were pretty loud." Loud, hell. We had been screaming. "If he'd heard us, he would have been up here in a second and would have thrown us out on the street" he laughed. "Well, maybe not thrown." Thrown? Somehow, I couldn't picture anybody throwing Tanner anywhere. "But we were very loud" I said, "and you didn't seem to care. Didn't you care if he heard us?" "Charlie. Truth" he said looking me in the eye. "I don't care any longer. I made my decision the minute I saw that look of pain on your face. You looked so hurt and so sad and so fucking cute that you broke my heart. That's why I fucked you. That's why I had to fuck you. So, I'm just not going to put up with that fucker's shit anymore. I'll be eighteen in a couple months and on my own, so if he wants me out, I don't give a shit." There didn't seem to be anyone in the house when we got downstairs. I knew Tanner's mother seldom came out of her bedroom, but with all the noise we had made it was a wonder. She had to know we were in there fucking. "I don't know why the fuck he wasn't banging on my door an hour ago?" Tanner said as we entered the living room, finding it empty. "We were really lucky then" I said, giving him a grin. "You woulda hated it if he'd made you pull your dick out." "No way, puppy" he laughed, fluffing my hair. "Nothing in this world would have stopped me from screwing that hot ass of yours." Another one of those shots of heat flashed through my body as he called me his 'puppy'. God, I felt a surge every time he petted my hair like that too. I followed Tanner up to the living room window and there was his father, across the street at my house talking to my mother. A real animated discussion. No wonder he didn't hear us since he'd been outside the whole time. I guess they were well acquainted. Then I saw something that changed my entire outlook. He put his hand on her shoulder. And it looked pretty damn intimate to me. It sure looked like it to me. "What the fuck?" I gasped. "Did you see that?" "What?" Tanner asked. "He touched her. Didn't you see that?" Tanner didn't reply, so evidently he didn't see it the way I did. I could have been wrong, but it looked like an intimate gesture to me. And if so .... And now things began to click. Those mornings when I heard the back door opening and closing. I had been looking for a car. It never occurred to me that it might be somebody walking across the street. I'd looked, but I'd never seen anyone; I'd never seen him. But it must have been him. So, was my mom and Tanner's dad having an affair? It looked like it. --------------------- Now, I've got to tell you about Tommy. Remember Tommy, the hulk? Tommy is Larry's nasty brother. Yeah, Larry. Larry is Darrell's best friend; they're on the wrestling team together. You can't remember? Come on now, you know Tanner is screwing Darrell and Larry, you gotta remember that. He had them both together last night. They're becoming members of his 'harem'. And you've also got to remember that Tanner agreed to take Larry's older brother, a very arrogant Tommy, down a notch. I knew Tommy by sight because he volunteered in the weight room at school, and I can tell you he is nothing less than enormous. The biggest damn bodybuilder you've ever seen. He's one of those guys who make your head whip around when you see him, because you can't believe how big he is. I mean, Tanner is big, with bulging muscles everywhere, but they are perfectly proportioned to his height and body type, so he looks like a normal human being, just an extremely well built one. While Tommy is simply gigantic. Yeah, he is motherfucken huge. Taller than Tanner by a couple inches, and at least forty or fifty pounds heavier. And he wasn't fat by any means, in fact it didn't look like he had an ounce of fat anywhere. He was all muscle, incredibly enormous, almost to the stage of being grotesque. A real life 'Incredible Hulk'. Ignorant people would say, ugh, his muscles are too extreme, they're absurd. However, guys in the know, guys who worked their asses off in the gym; they would be totally floored, astonished, and completely in awe of him, knowing the thousands of hours he spent building that enormous physique. But don't get me wrong, I lusted after him just like all the boys at school did, and just like every girl in the county did. With or without a touch of sthenolagnia, anybody would be absolutely wild about him. Unfortunately, he was straight, and it was well known that he played the field, but because he was such a hunk, he could get as much pussy as he wanted, and if he chose to, he could have new stuff every day of the week. And evidently, he 'chose to'. Darrell's sister said he was incredibly vain and on top of the sucking and fucking, he expected to have his body worshiped as well. But of course, he did. And why not, he was such a hunk, and since the girls fought over who was going to be next in line to get screwed by him, you can believe that they were happy to worship his fabulous body. Evidently, he was also into humiliation, with some face fucking along with a little slapping and spitting. But anybody as vain as he was, with the girls fighting to get him, it's not surprising that he would treat them like shit. Besides, you expect a muscle giant like him to be rough and demanding. It's just human nature. He dropped Darrell's sister after fucking her for only a week, but she would have given her right tit to get him back. He was a stud. An ultimate stud. According to Larry, although Tommy was straight, he had a regular tryst every Sunday night with the couple's club, sometimes with couples and sometimes in an orgy. Obviously, he wasn't a 'couple' but he went alone, and it seems that he didn't mind fucking husbands as long as their wives were watching and participating. So, Tanner told me to figure out how he and Tommy could get together. And that was very easy to figure out, because three times a week when the 'after school' weightlifting class was over, Tommy stayed on and worked out on his own. And he always kept a couple kids as spotters to handle the weights. And, sometimes, when he couldn't get any of the other kids to spot for him, he'd make Larry and Darrell do it. And, no, they didn't have any choice. He could be a mean son-of-a-bitch if you crossed him, so you didn't mess with him. Larry and Darrell did what they were told. So, all we had to do was wait until the next time that Larry and Darrell had to spot for him, and we'd have him alone in the weight room. Alone, that is, with Tanner and me and Darrell and Larry. So, we set it up for Monday. ------------------ Tanner gave Tommy time to get into his routine before he and I entered the weight room. Tommy was doing bench presses, heavy bench presses. Larry said when he was really into working his chest, he'd do fifteen or twenty sets of bench's. As we entered, he was finishing his final rep with 315 pounds and Larry and Darrell helped set the bar back on the rack. "Damn it Larry. I told you to lock the door" he said then turned to Tanner and me. "Sorry, kids, the weight room's closed. Get out." Nice guy huh? It was just 'get out'. "Jesus, man, you're really big" Tanner said. Evidently Tanner and Tommy had never seen each other before, because they sure as hell would have remembered. They were both amazing muscle men. "You're enormous." Now Tommy looked at us for the first time. "I said the room's closed. Get the fuck out" he ordered, and then did a double take, jerking his head back. Didn't I tell you that that always happens with Tanner? He does that to people, even huge hunks like Tommy. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked as he sat up on the bench. "I'm your savior" Tanner said and grinned. "My savior?" Tommy said. "What the fuck does that mean?" "That means I'm going to improve your personality" Tanner laughed. Darrell and Larry grinned, and even I chuckled hesitantly. Hesitantly, yes, because I was afraid for Tanner. As much as I loved and respected him, I had real doubts about him taking Tommy. The stories I'd heard said that Tommy was invincible, and once you see him stripped to his wife beater and shorts, like now, you believe it. In fact, I was worried enough that I'd brought insurance. Of course I did. I was tanner's number one bud, so even thought he was a hundred times stronger than me, I could still look out for him at times like this. I had four pieces of clothesline and a pair of handcuffs in my backpack. Handcuffs? Yeah, but they were Tanner's. Don't know why Tanner had handcuffs but he didn't say anything when I asked to borrow them. Yes, he gave me a funny look when he handed them over, so I think he knew why I wanted them. "You go to school here?" Tommy asked but didn't wait for an answer. "How come I haven't seen you? How come you haven't been in my lifting class?" "I don't need any pointers from you, big man" Tanner chuckled. "As you can see I do alright on my own." Then Tanner walked up to Tommy and slapped him across the face, hard. Boom, just like that. No warning, no nothing; just slapped him. "But you're going to get some pointers from me" he said. "You're going to be my bitch." Larry gasped, and Darrell gasped, and I gasped, and Tommy yelped in shock. Then Tanner grabbed him in a head lock, pulled him off the bench and dropped, slamming Tommy's head on the floor. It took another few seconds for Tommy to recover and even realize what was going on. But Tanner was squeezing with all his strength, literally crushing Tommy's neck. But now Tommy jerked up onto his knees, lifting Tanner up with him, and grabbed him. Using his enormous strength, he jerked Tanner away, breaking the hold and throwing Tanner about four feet. Tanner was back at him in a second, shoving him over on his backside and grabbing him in an armlock. He only held it for less than a minute when Tommy broke the hold. But Tanner was back on him instantly, twisting the other arm. It was happening just as I expected. Tanner was very strong and very fast, and an excellent wrestler, but Tommy was just too powerful. Over the next twenty minutes Tanner got him into lots of holds, but he just couldn't keep him there. Tommy would always break loose. Not once did Tommy get Tanner into a hold, although he came pretty close a couple times, because Tanner was just too fast for him. But that was the way it had to go. My fear was that if Tommy ever did get Tanner into a hold, Tanner would never be able to break it. "You fuckin little son-of-a-bitch" Tommy grunted. He was incredibly strong, but he was getting winded. "I'm going to tear you a new asshole." "You gotta catch me, you big fuck" Tanner said and chuckled. Yeah, he chuckled, and let me tell you, that really pissed Tommy off. That's when I realized that Tanner was enjoying this. I was standing there worrying about him, while he was totally confident and having fun. Go figure. Darrell and Larry were both standing there with stunned looks on their faces. I don't know what they expected to happen, but of course they were rooting for Tanner. But, as much as all three of us loved Tanner, and respected his strength and power, I don't think any of us thought he could take Tommy. I don't know how they felt, but I was ashamed and embarrassed. Ashamed and embarrassed not to have total faith in Tanner. Yes, I was ashamed and embarrassed, but I was also worried. So, the match went on and on with Tanner getting Tommy into holds, trying to hurt him, and Tommy quickly breaking those holds. And this was not kid stuff either, every damn one of those holds were hurting him. Tommy had to be in pain. Actually he was on the floor most of the time, because Tanner seldom gave him a chance to get up on his feet before he was on him again. So after what? 30 minutes, 40 minutes?, Tommy was exhausted, and although Tanner didn't show it, he must have been as well. But nothing was happening. They were both moving slower now, but no matter what Tanner did, he couldn't keep Tommy in a hold. Tommy was just too powerful. There hadn't been much talking, just a lot a grunting and groaning, but now Tanner spoke. "What's the matter, big man? You met your match?" he said. "You (pant) little (pant) fuck" Tommy said. "You'll (pant pant), you'll be sorry (pant) you messed with me." "Charlie" Tanner said, and I jumped. "I'm getting bored. You got those cuffs?" "Ah, yeah, Tanner" I said. "Yeah, right here." I pulled them out. Tanner waited for a few seconds for Tommy to get on his feet, and then leaped behind him, pushed him forward, and slammed him down on the lifting bench on his belly. Jumping on top of him he jerked his arms up around the bar supports. "Cuff him, Charlie" he said. I'd already anticipated what he was going to do so I was there in an instant and snapped the cuffs on. ""Shit, you are one strong motherfucker" Tanner said as he stood up. He was panting and dripping with sweat, but he was grinning. "I'll give you that. You're a piece of shit, but you're one powerful piece of shit." "What the fuck" Tommy said as he realized he was cuffed to the bench. Up to this point he had been nothing but totally confident, and incredibly angry. Even now, there was no fear showing. Obviously, Tommy was not accustomed to being beaten, ever. "What are you doing, you son-of-a-bitch?" he yelled. "I'm showing you what an Alpha Male is like" Tanner chuckled. Darrell and Larry? I've never seen such big grins on guys faces before as I did now. They were having the time of their lives. They were already falling in love with Tanner, but now I could see looks of absolute worship in their eyes. Yeah, they were perfect recruits for Tanner's 'harem'. "Charlie." Tanner said. "Here." He stepped to the front of the bench in Tommy's line of sight. Knowing exactly what he wanted, I jumped to obey, getting on my knees and removing his shoes and then his shorts. "My bikini" he said as he tossed his shirt aside. I pulled his bikini down and off, and his prick, now about half hard, bobbed up. Yeah, as always, we were in total awe of his incredible physique, as he stood there in the nude. "Larry, help me" Tommy yelled. I had to wonder if he'd ever asked for his brother's help before. I figured not. It became clear when Larry spoke. "Fuck you" he said. "Put those in his mouth" Tanner said. It took me a second for it to click, but I still had the bikinis in my hand, so I turned and stuffed them into Tommy's mouth. "Oh, man, that was fun" Tanner said as he stretched and flexed, making his muscles ripple and making his prick bob up and down. "That was the best workout I've had in weeks. Thanks, man. I appreciate it." Tommy was grunting, trying to scream at Tanner, I think. He was also jerking around; stupidly, because there was no way he could break the bench or the cuffs. "It's pay up time, man" Tanner said. "I hear you've been a real prick, and you think your shit doesn't stink. So, I'm going to fuck you." Tommy's eyes got big. "This ain't for me, you understand, it's for everyone you've been screwing around" Tanner said. Tommy jerked on the cuffs and rattled the bench as he tried even harder to get loose. He kept trying to yell too, but it was pretty much muffled by the bikini. "Oh, don't get me wrong" Tanner laughed. "I'm going to enjoy it. I'm definitely going to enjoy getting my prick up your muscled ass." He stepped up to Tommy and forced his growing prick to swing back and forth in his face. "The question is, I guess, are you going to enjoy it?" He reached over and gave Tommy and good hard smack on the ass. "What do you think, babe? You wanna get fucked?" Tommy's eyes got big, and for the first time there was fear showing on his face. It was sinking into him that Tanner was serious, and he was going to get fucked. He tried even harder to yell. "mfgh, mfgh" was all that came out. Tanner laughed. "You got something to say, big man? You don't think you'd like my dick up your ass? Huh?" Now he really laughed, and Tommy visibly turned white in fear. He was suddenly terrified. "I hope you're virgin, baby" Tanner said. "I love taking virgins." Just to humiliate Tommy even more he gave him a couple light slaps on the cheek. "That's my favorite pastime, baby. Taking virgin ass." Standing right in Tommy's face, Tanner grabbed his dick and started working it, making it grow. He had the biggest grin on his face I've ever seen. Hell, I already knew he liked fucking muscle boys, so of course he'd love fucking a muscle giant, the biggest of them all. "I'll tell you what, Tommy" Tanner said as he stood there playing with his dick. "I'll make a deal with you. Can you imagine what it would be like for me to fuck you dry? You ever done that to anybody?" By the look in Tommy's eyes, I knew the answer to that. Yeah, he knew what it meant to fuck somebody dry. We knew he was into rough sex, so of course he'd done it to somebody. "Well, I'm going to give you a choice" Tanner said. "I'll take you dry, or, if you ask me nicely, I'll have Charlie grease you up and make it good. What'll it be?" Both Tanner and Tommy were soaked and dripping with sweat, but now I could see that there were tears in Tommy's eyes, and they were beginning to drip down his cheeks. He was humiliated for having lost, but he was also terrified. "I'm ready, man" Tanner said letting go of his prick and allowing it to slap up against his belly. "How's it going to be? Tell me now." Tommy had such a sorrowful look on his face it was almost funny. There was no arrogance showing now. He nodded his head slightly. Tanner jerked the bikini out of his mouth. "Please don't fuck me" Tommy blurted out. "Please don't." Wow! He said please! What happened to that arrogance? "That ain't on the agenda" Tanner chuckled. "You're going to get fucked. Just tell me how you want it." He waited for a few seconds and then stepped around the bench and gave Tommy another good slap on the ass. Then he put his finger in and slid it up and down Tommy's crack. "Wait, wait" Tommy shouted. "Hold on." Tanner stepped back in front of his face, his hand back on his dick, keeping it hard. "Kinda big ain't it" he laughed. "But I think we can make it fit." "Please, man" Tommy said. "Don't." "Okay, we'll do it dry then" Tanner said. "No, no" Tommy screamed immediately. "No. Use the cream." "Charlie, get the cream" Tanner said to me, and of course I had a tube in my backpack, just like Tanner knew I would. I held it out to him, but he didn't take it, so I just held it there. Tanner reached down and slid his finger up and down Tommy's crack a few more times. "Ask me nicely" he said with a smirk on his face. "Please, man, don't" Tommy sobbed. Yeah, sobbed. He was crying. "Forget it, Charlie," Tanner said to me. "Put it away." "Wait, wait, I'll do it" Tommy screamed. "I'll do it." "Good, man" Tanner said sweetly. "Good man." He reached forward and tussled Tommy's hair. "Now tell us, Tommy" he said. "Tell Charlie, and Darrell and Larry and me that you want to get fucked. Say it now and say it nicely." His finger was back, poking at Tommy's hole. There was a long pause with the only sound being Tommy's soft sobbing. "I'm losing my patience, Tommy" Tanner said softly. "Say it now." "Yes, man" Tommy whispered. "Yes. Fuck me." "Charlie?" was all that Tanner said, and I got to work. Using plenty of cream and working my fingers into his little hole, I prepped Tommy's ass for Tanner's big prick. Hey, I'm good at this. When I prep a guy he's hardly going to feel any pain at all. Muscle giant or not, I think Tommy was going to enjoy this fuck. Hell, this was Tanner! How could anyone not enjoy getting fucked by him? While I was working on Tommy's butt, Tanner stepped forward and rubbed his dripping prick against Tommy face. Smearing precum over his cheeks and chin and even his lips. Tommy closed his eyes but didn't react at all. He was now totally broken. Spreading Tommy's legs apart, Tanner got behind him on the bench. Pushing his very hard dick down, he fit it into the crack and pushed it against the well-greased hole. Then he pushed, hard. Tommy screamed. You can believe that with all that muscle on Tommy, that his ass was all muscle as well. But Tanner had a ramrod of steel, and nothing could stand against it. "Open up for me baby" he said as he forced the little hole to open up and accept his enormous prick. Tommy was screaming bloody murder, but I knew it couldn't be totally bad. When I grease a guy up, I grease a guy up, so I knew Tanner's dick was going to slide right in. Of course, there was going to be some pain, after all Tommy was likely a virgin, but he was damn lucky he was getting broken in by Tanner. Tanner the virgin breaker, the hottest stud in the state. So, Tanner fucked him. Tommy stopped screaming but never did stop whimpering. Yeah, that enormous muscle giant was a wimp, and couldn't take any pain. Not surprising I guess. Some of these really macho guys that are so good at delivering pain can't take it themselves. He may have still been whimpering when Tanner finally shot into his ass, but I know damn well it must have been feeling good. So, all the simpering was just because he had been beat up and topped, which must have been devastating to his ego. So, he'd never admit to enjoying the fuck. But I had to wonder. Yeah, I wondered. After a few days to think it over, was he going to want it again? Everybody else that Tanner fucked seemed to fall in love with him and beg for more, so would this 'incredible hulk' want it again? Tanner had batted 100% so far. By the way, Tanner let Larry and Darrell and me take our dicks out and jerk off so we ejaculated as well. Don't know about Tommy since he was lying on his belly on the bench and I couldn't see his dick, but the rest of us blew some gigantic loads. Comments welcome: [email protected]

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Date: Sat, 2 Dec 2023 13:06:35 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter Twelve This story contains body worship and rough sex between consenting gay men. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Twelve Tanner and I were sitting at the X-Box, one of the few times recently when I'd had him to myself. I never realized how little time I was going to have with him after he began to form his 'harem'. I mean, he had seven members now, I think the number was, and he had been talking about twelve. In fact, he told me he had more than a dozen in Crystal City. I don't know how he was able to manage it. I hadn't told him about Darrell yet. He'd only come back from visiting his relatives last night, so I really hadn't had a chance. Besides, I was very nervous. I hadn't quite figured out how to tell him. "I need to tell you something, Tanner" I said, taking the plunge. "Something that happened while you were gone." "Uh-oh" he said and laughed. "My bottom boy got himself in trouble, did he? So, who did you fuck?" I was shocked. Of course, I was shocked. It is just amazing how many times Tanner shocks the hell out of me by saying the unexpected. "How .... How .... How could you ...." I stuttered. "Hell, I figured you'd come out of your shell sometime" he said. "So, who was it? No, let me guess. It was Darrell." That left me speechless, and Tanner started laughing, knowing he'd hit it on the head. "Tanner. How ....?" "Of course, it was Darrell" he laughed. "I saw the look in his eyes last week when you blew him, and I figured he'd want it again and you'd go for it." "Shit. I can't believe ..." I said, astounded that he'd already figured it out. "I can't believe you knew this ...." Tanner was still laughing and I kinda laughed along with him. This was amazing that he figured this out. But then he stopped laughing, turned to me and grabbed my chin, looking directly into my eyes. "Did you ask for my permission?" His abrupt change of attitude caught me unaware, but, of course, this was what I was afraid of. Tanner's instant change of moods. Would he be angry? "No, Tanner, I didn't, but you didn't ...." I started to say. "Are you my boy or not?" he growled at me. "I thought you wanted to be my boy, my best bud?" "Oh, I do, Tanner I do. It's just that ...." "Fucking somebody without my okay ain't gonna cut it" he snapped. "But it was Darrell" I said. "He came by ...." "You wanna be my boy, that means you belong to me. I don't give a fuck who comes by, I own your ass. You don't understand that?" "I do, Tanner, I do. I want to belong to you" I said. "I really do, but it was just ...." "Shut up" he snapped at me. "We'll talk about this later." "I'm really sorry, Tanner. I'll never do it again." I was pleading with him now. "I promise, I'll never ...." "One time was one too many" he snapped as he stood up. "Now, I said shut up. We'll talk about it later." He didn't say a word as he got dressed and went home. I was very hurt, but why would I be surprised? Tanner was controlling; always. He most definitely meant it when he said he owned me. It was like I was his property to do with as he wished. But that was okay. I knew that, and I accepted that. But my hornyness had got me into trouble. I fucked up. His saying 'later' was not really a bad thing, because that meant we could at least talk about it. He wouldn't just dump me. Of course, he would punish me, but that was okay. I knew this was serious and I knew I deserved to be punished. But I'd take any punishment as long as I didn't lose him. I'd do anything to get him to forgive me. I went to bed and cried for a while before I went to sleep. I kissed my pillow, wishing it was Tanner and wishing he was already forgiving me. ---------------- I been spending so much time telling you about Tanner that I never tell you what's going on with me. The personal me. The 'life-without-Tanner' me. But I finally cornered my mom. "Mom, I didn't know you knew Mr. Tanner. When did that happen?" The truth is, I never see my Mom during the week, and only sometimes on weekends. I might as well have been an orphan, living alone. But if I do say myself, I'm a good kid and I wouldn't even consider getting into trouble. And my Mom knew this. Besides, her job didn't pay all that much, so she had to work a lot of hours to pay the bills. Anyway, I asked her about Tanner's father. "Tom came over one day when I was working in the yard. He's a very nice man." I wasn't going to argue that point with her, because according to Tanner he was not a nice man. But I guess it's all in the point of view. "Were you keeping it a secret?" I asked. "Oh, not really" she said. "But I thought it might be better if you didn't know. I know how you are about men." "What? Me? How am I with men?" "You know how you are. You haven't had a single good word to say about your father since he left." "Of course, I don't have anything good to say about him, he's a bastard, he's a shithead" I said. "Why would I have anything good to say about him?" "And what about Carl, from work" she said. "You had a temper tantrum when I had him over for dinner that time." She got me there. "Okay, so I overreacted. But he was an ass and you know it." "Yes, you overreacted, so that's why I didn't tell you about Tom." "He's married" I said bluntly. "Now don't go getting all judgmental on me" she said. "He says his wife is a mental case and never comes out of her room." That's kind of what I'd heard from Tanner, that she was weird. I mean, he said she even had the hots for him. "That doesn't make it right" I said. "But that doesn't make it wrong, either" she said. "I like Tom and he likes me, and right now I need some companionship. So, don't you get on my case." Hey, I love my mom, and I respect her. She works her ass off trying to support me, and I appreciate that. So, I wasn't about to double guess her on her fuck-buddy. If she needed a playmate, more power to her. "Okay, okay" I said. "I'll shut up. But watch out for him. I don't think he's a nice man, and I don't want you being hurt." She gave me a kiss. "I'll be careful. I love you." "I love you too, mom." So much for that. ------------------- Now, let me tell you about Mr. Carson. "Hey, I've got to share myself around. That not only keeps my dick happy, it keeps my boys happy." Tanner told me this the day after he came back from visiting his aunt and uncle. I was beginning to realize how difficult it was to keep a gang of guys satisfied. Of course, Tanner could pretty much cum an unlimited number of times in a day, but just finding the time and the place to fit everybody in was a challenge. Jim had been cancelled last week and had been bugging Tanner for some action, and Jerod; Jerod was literally following Tanner around with his tongue hanging out, wanted some recognition. And since Jerod didn't particularly like me, I had to watch out. I know he was envious of my special relationship with Tanner, and I figured he'd kick my butt at the earliest opportunity. But, back to Mr. Carson. Mr. Carson was not built, not like the guys Tanner likes to fuck. But he had two other things going for him. He was a little guy, just like me with a very pretty face. And he was a teacher. `I had two teachers on my fuck list back in Crystal City, Mr. Gary and Mr. Strump' Tanner told me. `And let me tell you," he said, "there's something really special about getting your dick sucked by one of your very own teachers." He laughed when he said this. I knew that Mr. Carson had given Tanner his telephone number the first time Tanner fucked him, so he was hoping for some future action. Tanner never said anything, so I didn't know if he was interested. So, I wasn't totally surprised when Tanner said we were going to visit Mr. Carson after school tomorrow. "I mean," Tanner said, "I'm setting there in class looking at that pretty face of his and those pretty lips and I'm imagining how it would feel with my dick sliding in and out. And I kinda wonder if he's thinking the same thing." Mr. Carson was sitting at his desk with another student looking over his shoulder when we entered. "Good afternoon, Mr. Carson" Tanner said as he walked up to the desk. "How's it goin?" Mr. Carson looked up and then did a double take, whipping his head back upon seeing Tanner. "Ahhh, Tanner" he sputtered. With a big smile on his face, Tanner walked up to the desk, pressing his crotch against it. He didn't say anything, but just looked Mr. Carson in the eye. There was an uncomfortable silence until Mr. Carson finally spoke. "Ahhh .... What can I do for you, Tanner." Was that a leading question, or what? I held my breath waiting for Tanner's answer. But he didn't answer, he just stood there grinning without saying a word. There was another uncomfortable silence until Mr. Carson cleared his throat and spoke again. "This is not a good time, Tanner" he said. He was sweating. Hell yes, I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. "I've got to work with Lauren here and then I have a meeting." Tanner still had his dick pressing against Mr. Carson's desk, and now he humped his hips a little, making it pretty obvious what he was doing. Mr. Carson noticed and gulped, but Lauren noticed too, and gasped. Yes, she actually gasped out loud, and then started turning red with embarrassment. Tanner looked over, gave her a big grin and humped the desk again. Now, you gotta understand, every girl in this school had the hots for Tanner, and Lauren was no exception. Like all the others she probably drooled over him from a distance and probably had never been this close to him before. I'm certain he never noticed her or looked at her before. And now, seeing him banging his dick against Mr. Carson's desk and smiling at her; this was simply more than she could handle. She turned and ran from the room; I had to step out of the way or she would have run right over me. Tanner started laughing, and I joined him, but Mr. Carson just looked shocked. "I'll see you later, teach" Tanner said, still laughing, as he turned and walked out, with me tagging along behind. -------------- Tanner was still working out at the Classic Gym downtown, but he was now spending some of his time in the high school weight room. Mostly because Tommy was in charge of the place after school, and Tanner said he had to keep him in line. He said that to me jokingly but there was a certain amount of truth to it. Tanner may be a Bully and he may be controlling, but I have to give him credit. I mean, he slapped Tommy around some and ruled him with an iron fist, demanding total fealty from him, but he never did it publicly. Tanner treated Tommy with total respect when other kids were around. Always. But, man, you'd be shocked to see what happened when the last kid left, and the door closed. Tommy would be on his knees in seconds and Tanner would be there demanding devotion. And you know what? I think it was an act; on Tommy's part anyway. I think he was playing a part and never once did he break out of character. That is: I believe that Tommy enjoyed being Tanner's fawning fuck boy. As much as he cringed and pleaded and crawled for Tanner, there was no question he was enjoying it. Anyway, all the kids were gone now, and Tommy was on his knees with Tanner standing there with his dick out, slapping it in his face. I knew he was just having fun because we had to get going. Jim was meeting us at my house, in fact, he was probably already there. Jim, the football player, the big front linesman. It was another one of those hallway meetings, where Jim had stopped Tanner and demanded that they get together. So, I was pretty sure Tanner wasn't going to get into anything with Tommy now, knowing that Jim was waiting for him. But he couldn't resist banging his dick in Tommy's face for a bit, just to remind him of his place as his lackey. You know how Tanner loves dominating and humiliating a guy, and, as I said, I had a sneaking suspicion that Tommy was into it anyway. That's when somebody knocked on the door. "Didn't you lock that door?" Tanner snapped at me. I damn near jumped out of my skin. That happens when Tanner snaps at me like that. "Yes, Tanner, yes. I did" I blurted out. "I know I did," I jumped over to the door anyway just in case. Then the knock came again. "Who is it", I asked. "It's Mr. Carson" came the voice. "Is Daryl Tanner in there?" "Yes, sir, he is" I answered. "Just a moment." Neither Tanner nor Tommy had cleaned up or showered after their workout, so their white tanks and shorts were soaking wet and literally pasted to their bodies from their sweat. And they were pumped! Jesus Christ were they ever pumped. Their muscles bulging out to the absolute max. I waited for a moment while Tanner put his dick back into his shorts, and Tommy stood up and grabbed a broom, pretending to sweep up. I opened the door. Mr. Carson actually gasped as he entered, his mouth dropping open and his whole-body shuddering in awe as he saw those two sweaty muscle gods standing there. "Je-sus" he said unwittingly. There was a long pause as he just stood there like a deer in the headlights with his mouth hanging open. And I mean a real pause. He was simply awestruck and couldn't speak. As the pause went on, I saw Tanner's look turn into a smile. Leave it to Tanner to be the first one to react. As his smile got bigger, he reached down and obviously groped himself. "Ahhh .... Tanner" Mr. Carson finally said, beginning to come out of his trance. Tanner sauntered over to us at the door, keeping his hand on his crotch. Yes, sauntered, an arrogant amble. "Hello, Mr. Carson" he said with a grin as he walked up. "How ya doin?" Mr. Carson was still befuddled and didn't know what to do or say. No question about it, he was simply awestruck by the boy's physiques. But his mouth literally dropped open when Tanner walked up to him. Was that lust? You damn well know it was lust. Tanner grabbed one of Mr. Carson's hands and pulled it into that enormous bulge in his shorts. "Remember this?" he asked. "Ahhh ...., Tanner" Mr. Carson said and jumped back as he began to return to reality. "Excuse me, Tanner. I .... I ..... I just ...." He reached for the doorknob, evidently wanting to escape. Tanner grabbed one of his wrists, jerked him around and twisted it behind his back. Then he grabbed the other one and twisted it back as well. "Tanner" Mr. Carson said in a startled voice. "Tanner." Holding both of Mr. Carson's wrists with one hand, Tanner gave his ass a good hard swat. (whap) "Ouch. Tanner" Mr. Carson cried. Tanner gave him another one, (whap) and stepping close, he slammed his crotch against Mr. Carson's ass. With his free hand he grabbed Mr. Carson by the hair and jerked his head back, really jerked it. Mr. Carson howled. "yeeeaaaoooh." "You got a nice ass Mr. Carson" Tanner murmured into his ear. "Definitely made for plugging." Jesus. I just stood there in absolute amazement, and so did Tommy. I couldn't remember when Tanner was so violent with anybody, especially a teacher. And especially right here in the school building. He was not only being a Bully, but he was also being downright mean. Even for Tanner, I thought this was too much. As we watched, he wiggled his hips around a bit, rubbing his hard-on against Mr. Carson's butt. "Tanner. Stop this" Mr. Carson screeched. "Stop." And Tanner stopped. Holding on to Mr. Carson's hair with one hand, his wrists with the other, and his crotch jammed against his ass, Tanner froze. He just held him there without moving while Mr. Carson started panting. I'm not sure if it was lust or fear, but he was panting like crazy. Then Tanner laughed. Yeah, he laughed. "Say please" he said softly through his laughter. "You want me to stop, you say please." "Please, Tanner. Stop" Mr. Carson said. "You're hurting me." Evidently Tanner was really jerking his hair. Tanner let go and stepped back. Mr. Carson slowly turned around. His face was red, his whole body was shaking, and sweat was popping out on his forehead. Tanner turned to me. "Charlie, you got a card?" he asked. And of course I did. Like a lot of kids my age I had business cards with my address on them. I never used them, but I had them available, just in case. In case of what I don't know, but just in case. I literally leaped over to my backpack to get a card. I handed it to Mr. Carson who was still just standing there sweating and panting, a look of shock and bewilderment on his face. "Be at Charlie's house at 5:30, honey" Tanner said as he reached over and opened the door. (honey? to a teacher?). "Tanner, listen, please ...." Mr. Carson started to say. "Don't be late" Tanner said as he gave him a shove out the door. "five-thirty." Shutting the door, Tanner turned and walked back over to Tommy. "That's how you treat a teacher" he chuckled. Tommy laughed, but I didn't. I was shocked. I liked Mr. Carson. He was one of my favorite teachers. "Tanner" I said in a shocked voice. "That was Mr. Carson, our teacher." Hey, I know Tanner's a Bully. Hell, that's, like, his middle name, but this was our chemistry teacher. "That was mean" I said. "You shouldn't ...." Oops, I caught myself. "What the fuck did you just say?" he snapped, glaring at me. Uh-oh, I'd overstepped again. "Sorry, Tanner. I didn't mean .... I mean ... Ahhh .... he's our teacher..., like.... Ahhh...." I said, trying to reason with him. "He's our teacher." "Are you fuckin telling me what to do?" he growled, taking a step towards me. "No, Tanner, no. Of course not. I just ...." "That teacher of yours wants to chow down on my dick" Tanner barked at me, "and I'll treat him any way I damn well please. Got it?" "Yes, Tanner. Of course. I'm sorry" I said meekly. I just wish I could learn to keep my mouth shut. "We'll talk about this later" he snapped and then turned to Tommy. "See you later, Tommy. Maybe tomorrow." "Okay, Boss" Tommy answered as Tanner headed for the locker room. So, it was 'boss' now. Hmmm. ------------------ After Tanner showered and cleaned up, and we were walking home I reminded him of his appointment with Jim. He didn't seem to be mad at me now, but I was pretty sure he was saving it until later. Tanner never forgets. "He's probably waiting right now" I said. "What are we going to do?" "WE?" he said and looked over at me with a frown. "You're getting awfully big for your britches, lackey boy." He reached over and gave me a good swat on the back of my head. Damn, damn, damn, how in the hell do I do this? Every time I open my mouth, I say something stupid. "Please, Tanner, ahhh .... Master. I'm sorry. I didn't mean ...." "We'll talk about it later" he said giving me a look that made me think that 'later' was not going to be pleasant. "Master, I didn't mean that" I pleaded. "I just ...." "I said we'll talk about it later" he snapped, so I shut up. Shit, shit, shit. I was in deep shit. Really deep shit. "Maybe I'll just let him watch" he said. It took me a couple seconds to get back on track, to figure out what he was talking about. I mean, I was already imagining the pain I was going to feel 'later'. "It might be fun to fuck Mr. Carson with an audience" he said. An audience? Didn't he remember that I was always with him watching? Wasn't I an audience? If he didn't see me as an audience, what was I? I wasn't sure whether that was good or bad, but I knew it was safer not to ask. When we got to my house, Jim was out in front, but Jerod was there too, and Jim looked steamed. What the fuck? I know they were good friends, but they didn't look friendly right now, because they seemed to be deliberately not looking at each other. "Tanner" Jim said as we walked up. "This little dork was here when I got here. I didn't bring him here." "Don't call me a dork" Jerod yelled. So, they'd obviously had some words before we got here, and they most definitely were not best friends at the moment. "Tanner, I ...." "Shut up, both of you" Tanner snarled. And when Tanner uses that tone of voice, you better believe everybody shuts up. "Inside" he said. I unlocked the door and we all went up to my bedroom. I went over by the beanbag chair to get out of the way, while Tanner stood in the middle of the room facing the two of them. Nobody said anything. Tanner had a slight frown on his face. He just waited. This was a technique that he used a lot, keeping silent. Those long silences can be much more intimidating than him saying something, and I could see that Jerod was visibly shaking. He was obviously desperate to explain himself as to why he was here, but he didn't dare speak. "Charlie" was all Tanner said, and I knew that signal. I leaped over onto my knees and started to strip him. He just stood there looking back and forth between Jim and Jerod as I removed his shoes and socks, and then his shorts. He usually removed his t-shirt by himself, but today he let me pull it up and over his head. When I finished, I headed back over to the corner, getting away from the explosion. I quickly stripped down to my bikini. I had a white one today and Tanner had a red one. Now, I've said this a million times, but every time I see Tanner stripped down to his undies like this, my heart picks up and I have to gasp in amazement. Hell, we'd just left school where I'd seen him workout and shower, but he is so, so, so, gorgeous. Totally awesome. Seeing him like this in my bedroom always reminded me that I was still his number one bud. How could I be so lucky? For some reason he liked wimpy little me. Every day, hell, every minute of the day, I thanked my lucky stars that he liked me and let me hang around with him. I just hoped I wouldn't fuck it up. After a couple minutes of just standing there, he flexed his biceps. He'd just come from working out, so their definition was simply awesome. He looked one way and gave his bulging bicep a kiss, and then turned the other way and kissed the other one. Total narcissism, doing this in front of us? You bet, but with justification. Hell yes, he had reason to be narcissistic. Jerod's and Jim's eyes got big and so did mine. Tanner just watched their reaction as he basically preened in front of them. Tanner was just being Tanner, obviously egotistical but I'll tell you this: it made me hard and I wanted to be the one kissing those biceps. And I'll bet Jerod and Jim felt the same way. "Jerod. On your knees" Tanner snapped as he lowered his arms. Jerod instantly dropped down in front of him. Tanner gave him a healthy slap to the face. (whap) Jerod didn't make a sound. "Crawl over to Jim and get his dick out" he ordered. Jerod did what he was told. Jim got a smirk on his face, like: 'he's going to get his', "Kiss it" Tanner said. No hesitation. Tanner's boys do what they're told, no matter what. Jerod gave Jim's prick a kiss. Tanner stepped over, put his hand under his chin, and helped him to his feet. Then he kissed him, a good solid smack. Then he spoke: "You don't make decisions" he said, whispering into Jerod's ear. "You don't do anything without my permission. You got that, you little piece of shit." Wow, that got Jerod's attention. And mine and Jim's as well. Tanner sounded so calm when he said it that it shocked us. Jerod instantly dropped back to his knees and grabbed Tanner's thighs. "Master, please. I'm sorry" he blurted out with this incredibly stunned look on his face. Tanner stepped away from him and looked at Jim. And Jim's face had turned white. He knew he was going to get his. "On your knees" Tanner growled. Jim knew what was coming, hell, we all knew what was coming. Tanner slapped him. (whap) But then Tanner let him have it a second time. (whap) "Get his dick out and kiss it" he ordered him. Jerod was still on his knees, but as Jim crawled over, he got to his feet. Jim got his dick out and kissed it. "Who's in charge here" Tanner shouted. Tanner doesn't often shout, so we knew he was angry. "You are, Master" Jim and Jerod said at the same time. Actually, I blurted it out too, automatically. "Up here" Tanner said. As Jim got to his feet, Tanner put an arm around each of them and pulled them into a three-way kiss. Leave it to Tanner: punish them and then kiss them. You never knew what he was going to do next. They slurped each other's spit for a minute or so, then Tanner spoke. "You belong to me, both of you" he said. "Say it." "I belong to you, Master." "I belong to you, Master." They both said. No question about it. They knew where they stood with him. They knew what they wanted. Tanner let go of their hair and stepped away, coming over towards the beanbag chair where I was sitting. "Strip them, Charlie" he said to me. I jumped to obey. They both looked surprised as I went over and grabbed Jerod's t-shirt and pulled it up and off. But they both got with the program and cooperated as I stripped them. Hell, I know this must be a real turn-on. Can you imagine how hot it is having a pretty boy, even a scrawny kid like me, on his knees in front of you stripping your clothes off for you? That's got to be hot. They both had hefty bulges showing when I finally got them down to their skivvies. So the three of us stood there with our hard-on's showing, waiting for direction from Tanner. Yeah, I was hard too. Hell, I enjoyed stripping these hunks as much as they must have enjoyed having me do it. Tanner had turned on the TV and had set down in the beanbag chair and was ignoring us completely. So, we just stood there. After a bit, they looked at me, and I just shrugged my shoulders. I was pleased that they looked to me for direction, knowing I had that special relationship with Tanner, but I had nothing to offer. Tanner would let us know. Eventually. So, we just stood there, for, like, ten minutes, with our pricks going soft. But there was no way any of us were going to say anything. Tanner would get to us when he wanted to get to us, and we just had to wait. I finally walked over to the bed and sat on the side of it, but Jerod and Jim stayed standing in the middle of the room. This was Tanner's game again. Those long silences, making everyone uncomfortable, were incredibly intimidating but they were part of his power and his mystique, his magnetism and his charisma. This was how he took total control of those around him, and how he turned us all into his submissives. This was why we called him Master. And then finally, Tanner stood up and turned to us. "I've got a fuckboy coming over this afternoon" he said to us. "But you're going to ignore us. You're going to pretend we're not here." Uh-oh, I thought. He's going to let them watch while he fucks Mr. Carson? This was not good. I had to say something. But before I could open my mouth however, Jim spoke. "But, Tanner ...." he started to say but Tanner put his hand up stopping him. I know Jim was surprised, and he had to be disappointed, because he was supposed to be here today. He's the one that had an appointment. Tanner had been putting him off for days and this was supposed to be his time. Tanner did not acknowledge Jim's comment, nor give him any explanation. That was Tanner; he didn't have to explain himself to anyone. "Get out of those underwear and get up on the bed, both of you" he said to them. "On your knees, facing each other." I got out of the way as Jim and Jerod stripped and came over and got on the bed. "Right hand on your dick, left in his hair" he said to them. It took a few seconds for them to figure this out, but they obeyed, grabbing their pricks, and each other's hair. "Now kiss" Tanner ordered. I don't know if they were still pissed with each other or not, but they kissed. What else? Tanner orders, his minions obey. "The two of you are best friends" Tanner said, "and you're going to remain best friends. And if you ever put me through this again, you're both out on the street." "Tanner ...." Jim started to say. I couldn't believe that he was going to argue with Tanner. Tanner interrupted him. "Now you're going to kiss each other and you're going to make it a long sweet loving kiss, and you're going to hold that kiss for five minutes. Charlie, set the timer." As Tanner walked over to the bed, I grabbed my phone and set a timer for five minutes. "Go to it" Tanner said, as he stood there right next to the bed. They both glanced at him for a second and then leaned into a kiss. Tanner watched for a moment. "Put some action into it" he snapped. So, keeping their hands on their dicks and in each other's hair, they started to kiss, actively with passion. Tanner just watched. When the five minutes were up Tanner spoke. "Sixty-nine time" he said. They just looked at him. "Move it" he growled. They jumped to obey, manipulating themselves until they were finally facing each other's dicks. "Suck" Tanner said. "You've got ten minutes. I want you both shooting within the next ten minutes." Tanner walked back over to the beanbag chair as Jim and Jerod started sucking each other. They really went at it. Those were going to be some fantastic blowjobs because they knew they had to ejaculate within ten minutes. I envied them. "Charlie" Tanner said. I scurried over to him as he sat in the chair and waved me to him. A shot of adrenaline shot through my body as I joined him in the chair. He was going to let me worship him again. Jesus! I thought he was mad at me. Putting his hand behind my head, he pulled me onto his chest, his left pec, so I started kissing. I started kissing and licking. And sucking. And kissing, and licking, and sucking. Even after all the stupid things I've been saying he was still going to let me worship him. I never knew what to expect from Tanner. But, my love for him was overwhelming, overpowering. I loved him so much it hurt and brought tears to my eyes as I got busy trying to cover every inch of his perfect body with my mouth. He knew how much I wanted to do this and I was completely aware of what an honor he was giving me. Did I fear Tanner? Well, I suppose I did, but somehow that made my love for him all the greater. Tanner is a special human being and I know I can't quite meet his expectations, and I know he will punish me, but that just proves his affection for me. I want to be worthy of him, I want to be his perfect disciple, so I want him to correct me when I fuck up. I love and appreciate the pain from his punishment because I know he is showing that he cares for me, he is willing to take the time to train me to be deserving of his attention. He kept his hand on my head the whole time, fluffing my hair and petting me gently, giving me goosebumps as he showed me his appreciation of my worship and my devotion. I just can't tell you how delighted and how contented I was. I adore Tanner, and I think I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I mean, how many wimpy guys like me get to pal around with a god? How many wimpy guys like me get to worship the muscles of the most spectacular guy on the planet. I knew the punishment was going to come later but right now I could have cared less. I don't know how long we were there, but it must have been longer than ten minutes. Even though I was totally concentrating on worshiping Tanner's body, I could hear soft sucking sounds from across the room. Then I heard someone start to moan, either Jim or Jerod, one of them was cumming. "Ugh, ugh, ugh" it was Jim who was starting to shoot. I raised up off of Tanner's rigid abs and looked over at them and saw that Jim had pulled out of Jerod's mouth and was already jerking like crazy while shooting into Jerod's face. However, even though he was grunting and shooting he still had Jerod's dick in his mouth. And that's when Jerod let out a howl: "Ohhh myyyy goood" he yelled as he got ready to shoot, but he grabbed onto Jim's head and held him there. As Jim fired his final shot of cum in Jerod's face, he got the first shot of Jerod's ejaculation in his mouth. And that's when the doorbell rang. Tanner gave me a light pat on the butt. "Mr. Carson's early, hon" he said. "Go get him." 'hon' I glowed with pleasure. He called me 'hon'. I didn't bother putting anything on, but just went downstairs in my bikini barely covering my super hard-on. I opened the door. Rasheed grabbed onto my ears and gave me a huge smacking kiss on the lips. "I won" he screamed, and pushed past me. I stood there in shock as he ran up the stairs. What the fuck? I finally got my wits together, closed the door and ran upstairs. When I got there, Tanner and Rasheed were hugging and jumping around the room and screaming. Rasheed was saying: 'I won, I won, I won", while Tanner was saying: 'I told you, I told you, I told you'. Jim and Jerod, their eyes bugged out, were both watching from the bed while I stared in amazement as they leaped hysterically around the room. Tanner had the biggest smile on his face that I'd ever seen, which made his face absolutely glow, while Rasheed, who was gorgeous to begin with, had a smile that made him look glorious. Finally, they pulled apart, panting and laughing. "Rasheed won the contest" Tanner shouted to the room. "I told you you would" he said to Rasheed. "I told you." He grabbed onto Rasheed and gave him a big kiss. Seeing Tanner like this almost made me delirious with pleasure myself. I'd never seen him this enthusiastic before. As I stood there Rasheed grabbed me and gave me another big smacking kiss. "Congratulations, Rasheed" I said joyously, joining them in their excitement. Their excitement was definitely catching. Tanner grabbed Rasheed again, giving him a kiss, and then grabbed me, and kissed me. Jim and Jerod were both sitting up now, as Tanner went over to them, grabbed them each by the neck and pulled them over to him and started kissing them. First Jim and then Jerod, and then Jim again, and Jerod once more. "We've got to celebrate" Tanner yelled and then turned to Rasheed. "Well, tell us. Tell us what happened." So, Jim and Jerod and I and Tanner all crowded abound Rasheed as he started telling us about the bodybuilding contest. Evidently, I was the only one in the room that remembered Mr. Carlson. Actually, I realized, the others didn't even know he was coming, and Tanner was so excited about Rasheed's win that he must have forgotten. I had to say something. It just wouldn't be fair to Mr. Carson for these guys to be here when he comes. The whole world would find out that Tanner was fucking him. Of course, Darrell and I already knew because we were there the first time, but I had sworn Darrell to secrecy. I had to speak up. "Tanner" I said, interrupting Rasheed's story. He was so excited, waving his arms around while he relayed the events at the contest, so Tanner wasn't listening to me. "Tanner" I repeated. Still nothing. "TANNER' I yelled. Everybody shut up and they all looked at me. Tanner had fire in his eyes as he looked up and I actually had to gulp before I could speak. "You've got a guest coming, Tanner" I said in the momentary silence, my voice quivering slightly. Tanner remembered and said: "oh shit". His angry look immediately turned to understanding. No way around it, Mr. Carson was going to be showing up pretty soon. He reached up and slapped me on the back of the head. But it was a friendly slap. I'm sure it was a friendly slap. "Sorry, guys" Tanner finally said. "Rasheed, I'm sorry. I really wanted to celebrate with you, but we're going to have to put this off." "What's the matter" Rasheed said with a chuckle. "I just won the bodybuilding competition, but I'm not good enough for you?" He flexed, giving us a double bicep pose, which got us all gasping in admiration. It stretched the hell out of the sleeves of his t-shirt. and I was expecting them to rip. "This ain't good enough for you, Tanner?" he asked. "Oh shit" Tanner gasped. Stepping up to Rasheed, he grabbed onto both of his triceps, holding his arms steady and then kissed each of his biceps. First left and then right, and then he gave Rasheed a big smack on the lips. "Rasheed, you are so fuckin perfect" he exclaimed. As Rasheed beamed with pleasure and dropped his arms down, Tanner stepped back. "See what you do to me?" he said as he looked down at his very hard prick forcing his bikini out like a tent pole. "Oh, I can see it alright" Rasheed laughed. "It's about to burst out of those panties of yours." Tanner laughed and then the rest of us joined in. And rest assured, Rasheed had one hell of a bulge showing as well. So, Jim and Jerod got dressed, and along with Rasheed, they left; grudgingly, with lots of protest, but Tanner finally got them out. I knew Jim was frustrated because he still hadn't had his time with Tanner, but he didn't say anything. Tanner told Rasheed that we'd celebrate his victory soon but didn't say when. It was beginning to look like Tanner was going to have to get a secretary to keep track of his appointments. Okay, so as his number one lackey, and his 'whatever he wanted me to be' boy, I was already acting as his secretary. Mr. Carson showed up exactly on time, five-thirty. He knew Tanner and I were pretty much joined at the hip, so I didn't care if he saw me nearly naked. So, I answered the door in my white bikini, which was wet and damn near invisible from my earlier pre-cum. Mr. Carson was clearly astonished to see me in my near naked condition. "Charlie" he admonished. I ignored him. "Tanner's upstairs in my bedroom" I said. "That way." I pointed to the stairs. "It's straight ahead" I said. I'd already stuck my foot in my mouth earlier, when I suggested that Tanner was being too hard on our teacher. That was an obvious mistake which Tanner made more than clear to me, so now, no matter what Tanner did to him, I'd keep my mouth shut. Yeah, I would. Definitely I would. If Tanner wanted to be mean to him, I wouldn't say a word. I might have to cover my eyes, but I wasn't going to say anything. I'd learned my lesson. I would absolutely, positively not say anything. Nothing. No way. I scurried up the stairs to see what Tanner was going to do. Tanner was just getting out of the beanbag chair when I entered the room. He was a couple inches taller than Mr. Carson, and of course much, much wider, outweighing him by at least forty pounds. Tanner just stood there staring at him in that red bikini. Of course, Mr. Carson's eyes got big when he saw Tanner like this. It was one thing for him to see skinny little me in a tiny bikini, but quite another to see big muscled Tanner in the same condition. After all the activity with Rasheed, Tanner was sweating, so you can imagine how glorious he looked, with those muscles glistening. Tanner didn't say anything, so Mr. Carson finally spoke: "Tanner, you asked me to come by" he said with a quiver in his voice. He knew what was going to happen; he came here at Tanner's command didn't he? He wanted Tanner; I suppose he wanted to suck him again, but he was very nervous. Nervous because Tanner was his student, nervous because Tanner was so big and so cocky, and nervous because you never knew what Tanner was going to do. He was like a firecracker ready to blow. "What do you want?" Tanner asked. Mr. Carson didn't say anything, he didn't know what to say. But he was beginning to sweat. "T-T-Tanner, y-you asked me to c-c-come," I had to grin. Leave it to Tanner. Mr. Carson was excited, very excited, but also very nervous, and apprehensive. Tanner really had him on edge. "I told you to come" Tanner said, correcting him. "But what do you want?" "Tanner .... I .... I ...." he mumbled. "You wanna be my cocksucker?" Tanner asked bluntly. "You wanna suck me off?" "Tanner .... please .... I ....." he said, embarrassed and flustered and really sweating now. "Maybe you'd like to kiss my ass" Tanner said. "I think I'd like that" he chuckled, "my chemistry teacher kissing my ass." Tanner reached up and slapped him. (whap) Not hard at all, but it was a slap and Tanner slaps everybody. But even so, it shocked me. This was our fourth period teacher for god's sake. Obviously, Mr. Carson was shocked as well. "Tanner" he whined, putting his hand to his cheek. "What are you doing?" "I asked you a question, man" Tanner said. "Tell me what you want?" "I .... I .... I'll suck you?" he said hesitantly, making it sound like a question. "Yeah, I kinda figured that" Tanner chuckled. "I figured you wanted my dick. But it ain't gonna come easy. You've got to work for it. You gotta beg for it." Mr. Carson just stood there stunned, while Tanner just smiled at him. He was really enjoying this. Okay, okay, okay, Tanner is a bully. Everybody knows that. And if Mr. Carson didn't know that, he was going to find out right quick. "Get on your knees, cocksucker," Tanner ordered him. Wow! Talk about humiliation. Mr. Carson's face turned bright red. But he knew he wouldn't refuse. This was his student, his underage student, but he had come here voluntarily, so he knew he would do whatever Tanner asked. And besides, Tanner was twice his size and all muscle, so he could make him do it if he wanted too. Mr. Carson slowly dropped to his knees. "Now you gotta beg" Tanner said, frowning down at him. No smile now. He wanted Mr. Carson to know that he was serious. "Repeat after me: 'I want you to use me, sir.'" "Huh?" Mr. Carson said as he looked up into Tanner's frowning face. "What?" Tanner slapped him again. (whap) Again, not hard, but just enough to get his attention. "I said, repeat after me" he snapped. "'I want you to use me, sir.' Say it." Mr. Carson mulled this around in his head for a few seconds, but he finally did it. "I want you to use me, sir" he said. Oh man! I chortled to myself. This grown man. This college educated teacher, was saying 'sir' to seventeen-year-old Tanner, his student. I grabbed my crotch. This was so hot. "Kiss my feet" Tanner ordered him. "Get down there and give my toes a smooch." No frown on his face now; just a big grin of satisfaction. Tanner the bully was in charge, and I knew he was going to enjoy the hell out of the next half hour or so. To get him started, Tanner put his hand on Mr. Carson's head and pushed him all the way down to his feet. "Now kiss" he said. Mr. Carson kissed one foot and then the other. "Good, boy" Tanner said. (boy?). I had to take my hand away from my dick, because I was getting too hot. As Mr. Carson raised back up, Tanner fluffed his hair with his right hand, and then grabbed a handful, forcing him to look up into his face. "Now you're going to kiss my ass, Mr. Carson" he said with emphasis on the 'Mr. Carson'. "I think that would be really hot, a teacher kissing my ass." Looking Mr. Carson in the eye, he gave him a moment to absorb his comment. Then, still holding on to his hair, he turned around. Putting his hand on the back of Mr. Carson's head, he pulled him into his ass. His bikini was kinda jammed into his ass crack, and it was damp from Tanner sweating, but Tanner just pulled him in. "Kiss it man. Go on, kiss it." He mashed Mr. Carson's face into his crack. Mr. Carson pulled back, trying to get away, but Tanner grabbed his hair and jerked him back in, slamming him back into his crack. "Come-on, ain't no big deal. Kiss it" Tanner said, and now he laughed. He was really enjoying this. "Give me a big smack." Mr. Carson mumbled something and kept trying to get away. Tanner, holding on to his hair, pushed his face into his crack again, pulled him back, and then pushed him in once more. "Kiss it, man, kiss it" he ordered him. Then I heard it, Mr. Carson giving Tanner's ass a loud smooch. "Oh, yeah, man. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Tanner laughed. "Now do it again." Mr. Carson gave it another loud smooch. Tanner let go of him and stepped away. Mr. Carson looked bleary eyed, his mouth hanging open, his face damp from Tanner's butt. I couldn't help but laugh aloud, and even Tanner chuckled. "Charlie" Tanner said. I was there in an instant and pulled his bikini down and off. Tanner's very hard ten inches popped up in my face and banged against his belly. For just a second I was mesmerized and licked my lips. It was beautiful. I kissed it. I knew I shouldn't, that it wasn't my turn, but I couldn't help it. I wanted it so bad. Luckily, Tanner wasn't mad. He just pushed my head away. "Later, Charlie, later" he said, giving me a smile. "You'll get your chance." He walked over to the bed and leaned back against it. "Over here, hon" he said to Mr., Carson. "Come and get what you came here for." Mr. Carson started to get up. "No, no, hon" Tanner said. "You gotta crawl. You gotta crawl for me." Mr. Carson hesitated and then crawled on hands and knees over to Tanner. Tanner had his hand on that enormous dick of his, gently playing with it as he looked down at Mr. Carson. "You gotta beg me for it, hon. You want it, you gotta beg." Mr. Carson thought about it for a second. Hell, we all knew that's what he came here for, but I had to wonder if he'd actually beg. "Tanner," he said. "Ahhh .... Tanner. May I suck your cock?" "Hell, yes" Tanner gushed, smiling from ear to ear, absolutely loving this, watching his teacher on his knees begging him to be allowed to suck his cock. "Chow down, honey" he said. It was obvious that Mr. Carson was gay, so the chances were he'd been around the block and could be an experienced cocksucker. And was he ever. He grabbed Tanner's dick and pried it down and took it into his mouth. And he swallowed the damn thing. I gasped and actually blurted: "ohhh fuuuuck". Another talented cocksucker. Another guy who could take a ten-inch dick without a problem. Jesus. This pissed me off to no end. But I wasn't the only one that gasped. Tanner did too. "Damn" he said in surprise as Mr. Carson took him to the root. "Jeeeesus" he groaned in pleasure. Mr. Carson pulled back and looked up. And I knew that look. Something between a smile and a smirk, 'the cat that swallowed the canary' look. Mr. Carson knew he was a good cocksucker and knew he was going to take control, and he was going to make Tanner pay. He nibbled up and down the big dick for a bit and then took it down again, forcing all ten inches into his throat. Tanner could only moan: "oooooooh shiiiit". And then Mr. Carson went to town. Jesus, did he go to town. Mr. Carson is our chemistry teacher, but I swear to god, what he should be teaching is advanced cocksucking. I'd never seen anything like it, and I'm not sure if Tanner had either. He was moaning uncontrollably, almost in a frenzy as Mr. Carson performed his magic. Bouncing back and forth on it, and then swallowing it, and then back to the bouncing. All done with no hands. Coming completely off the dick, he looked up into Tanner's eyes and took a big breath. Then he went all the way down actually banging his face into Tanner's crotch, and held it, and held it, and held it. Tanner groaned. Pulling back, Mr. Carson banged in again and held it some more. Damn, how could he do that? We're talking about ten fuckin inches! And then, for the third time in a row, he slammed his face into Tanner's crotch, swallowing and holding. And then, Jesus Christ, I couldn't believe it, he did it a fourth time; and ...., and. for god's sake, a fifth time. Tanner started screaming and I was awestruck. I grabbed onto my dick. And listen to this: always before when I watched Tanner being sucked, I was jealous because I wanted to be the one down there sucking him. But now, for the first time, I wanted to be on the receiving end. I wanted Mr. Carson to be doing that to me. He was unbelievable. Tanner was getting a blowjob of a lifetime, and I wished it was me there getting it. Tanner really screamed now: 'fuuuuuccccck' and let go. I was jerking like mad and followed him by just a few seconds. I know the first couple shots of Tanner's jism went directly into Mr. Carson's gullet, because that enormous prick was reaching halfway down there already. But then Mr. Carson pulled completely off and held Tanner's dick in front of his face. He had the biggest grin on his face I'd ever seen; he was having the time of his life watching that dick spurt into his face. He knew very well that he'd just taken this hunky muscle kid and turned him into a docile pussy, completely under his control. He held Tanner's dick and let it fire in his face, absolutely loving it as it splashed on his nose and cheek and lips. Tanner was still screaming and instead of grabbing Mr. Carson's head, was performing the double bicep pose. His head thrown back as he yelled, he flexed and flexed and flexed as he fired into Mr. Carson's face. And then it was over. Tanner was panting up a storm as he dropped his arms. I'd made a mess on the floor, but as far as I could tell, Mr. Carson hadn't even touched himself. But right now, he was rubbing Tanner's dick all over his face, smearing the cum evenly over every inch. He still had that enormous grin on his face "Jesus, Mr. Carson. You're a genius" Tanner gasped. "I've never had a blowjob like that." And you better believe that was saying something. I cannot even imagine how many blowjobs Tanner has had since he entered puberty. "A genius" he repeated. "You're welcome" Mr. Carson said, sitting back on his haunches and looking up at Tanner with an incredibly smug look on his face again. Tanner reached down and pulled him to his feet. That's when I noticed the wet spot on Mr. Carson's pants. You better believe that he enjoyed this, because I don't think he touched himself, not even once. "You were incredible, Mr. Carson. Thank you, thank you," Tanner said. I was surprised because I'd never heard Tanner thank anybody before. Never. In fact, they always thanked him. They thanked him for being allowed to service him. He made sure they understood what a privilege it was to serve him. "May I kiss you?" Tanner asked. Tanner asking? What the fuck? He'd gone from humiliating Mr. Carson and making him crawl and beg, to respecting him and asking for permission to kiss him? All this in only twenty minutes? That tells you what a great blowjob can do to a guy. Je-sus Ch-rist! Mr. Carson leaned forward, and they kissed. I didn't know where we were going to go from here, but I realized that I now had another competitor for Tanner's affection. And unless I learned to give one incredible blowjob, I could lose out to this one. Somehow, I had to become Tanner's favorite cocksucker. 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Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2023 12:58:16 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter 14 This story contains body worship and rough sex between consenting gay men. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Fourteen I swear to you, Tanner was not only a bully back in Crystal City, he was a monster. Well, maybe not a monster, at least not in the ordinary sense of the word, but he was absolutely controlling of his submissives with no limits. Seemingly no limits at all. They were his chattel, and he could use them and abuse them in any way he wished. And here's the key point, evidently his submissives loved it. Yeah, it was obvious. They loved being under his control, because after all, Tanner is a god. He is a god and all his friends/partners automatically become his menials, his chattel, and they are elated to even be allowed to serve him. And if he roughs them up a little while they serve him that just makes it more exciting and invigorating. I couldn't believe the stuff Tanner did, the stuff he was telling me. He raped his teacher, Mr. Strump, the very first time he saw him, the very first day of school. And what was the result? Mr. Strump fell for him, head over heels. So that means it wasn't rape, doesn't it? If you take somebody by force and they love it, I don't think that can be called rape. It's just rough sex, and everybody loves rough sex. But then he got another teacher as well, a Mr. Gary, and then decided he wanted them both at the same time. And then the most egregious thing, the wildest thing of all, he says he was pissing on them. Shit yeah. The two teachers. When have you ever heard of anything so eye-popping and outrageous? When have you heard of anything so monstrous and so shocking? When have you heard anything so fucking hot? Christ, that is hot. Talk about 'domination' and 'control'. Those words simply aren't adequate to describe what Tanner was doing. But was what he was doing really, really awful? Is 'atrocious' a better word to describe it? The answer to that question is that everybody was turned on. Hell, I was turned on just hearing about it and I just know those two teachers must have been turned on. Tanner said he was hotter than he'd ever been in his life, and I could just picture those two teachers on their knees, their eyes bugged out and their tongues hanging down, while looking up at him and lusting after him, body and soul. Willing to do anything at his command. Yeah, I could see him holding his prick and spraying back and forth. I knew him well enough now to imagine that he didn't give a shit whether they liked it or not, knowing they would accept anything from him because they loved being dominated. He knew they would do anything and accept anything that he was willing to give them. I'll bet he had them begging him for his piss before he was done. Anyway, Tanner was lying back in the beanbag chair with me cuddled up against him. I loved this position. My head was on his shoulder, and he had his arm around me, reaching down with his big hand on my ass cheek. He would squeeze it occasionally which gave me chills of excitement. When we were like this, I always felt he was showing his ownership. It was just a natural thing for him to grope my ass because he owned it. It belonged to him. I belonged to him. I loved him, and I felt loved. The truth here, Tanner telling me this story was turning me on like nobody's business, and he seemed to be turned on as well. One of Tanner's hands was on my ass and the other one was on his mostly hard prick, not stroking it or anything, but just kinda lying there on it. He was hard, but I was more than hard. I was hot and dripping. I mean, Tanner was telling me the hottest stories I'd ever heard, telling me things that I hadn't even imagined. I was taking deep breaths trying to keep from getting too hot. "May I kiss you, Master" I whispered. Can you imagine how difficult it was for me to be in this position? Lying against his hard body as he groped my butt, played with himself, and told me steamy stories. All this but he wouldn't allow me to touch him or kiss him? I had to have his permission to do that, and he hadn't given it, and it was driving me crazy. He ignored my comment and continued reminiscing about Crystal City. "Those two fuckers made my life in Crystal City" he laughed. "I mean, I had a bunch of hunky kids my own age who were hot to serve, but fucking those teachers was awesome." "Hmmm" was all I said. I knew my roaring hard-on was pressing against his side, but he didn't react or acknowledge it in any way. "But it all went to hell when my dad walked in" he said. "He walked in on you and the two teachers?" I asked. "That's what I said didn't I?" he snapped. Jesus, he could be temperamental. "Here's how it went. I'd only moved in with Mr. Strump a couple weeks before," he said, "but his house was cramped. He had only one bedroom and one bed, and I wasn't about to sleep with him every night, so I had the sofa. I knew it wasn't going to work. I used the bed whenever I had a trick, but otherwise I used the sofa." "I'll bet you had a lot of tricks" I said, and he chuckled. "Yeah, I did" he laughed. "I used the bed a lot more than he did." "So, he ended up using the sofa?" I laughed. "Not really" he answered and laughed. "Most of my tricks were his students and he didn't want them to find out I was fucking him." "Jesus, how did you handle that?" I asked. "What did you do?" "Will you shut the fuck up?" Tanner reached over with his free hand and grabbed my chin, jerking my head. "If you'd keep your mouth shut, I could tell you about it." I gasped in alarm. Shit, I have such a big mouth, and just can't seem to keep it shut. "Tanner, please, I'm sorry" I whimpered. "I'm sorry." "Dumb shit" he said. There was a long pause as he let go of my chin. I could see that he was annoyed, and I wondered if maybe he'd toss me out of the chair. "I'm sorry, Tanner" I said, barely above a whisper. "Please go on." "So, anyway" he finally said. "Allen spent a lot of nights in his car." He laughed. "Hey, I loved the guy, he gave great head, but he was such a sap. The shit he put up with from me was incredible." I wanted to say something, but I didn't know if I dared., but he didn't say anything more. He was smiling so I knew he was enjoying reliving these events in his mind. "So, you ...." I said softly. "He slept ...." "Yeah, if I was fucking one of his students, he couldn't be there, so he stayed in his car. Most times I didn't keep them overnight anyway, so he could move to the sofa after they left." "He .... He ...." I murmured hesitantly as I waited for him to go on. "That was okay with him?" "Oh, he'd put up with anything for me, but I knew from the very beginning that it wasn't going to work out. He blew me every morning that first week, but as you can expect, he was clingy, he wanted more." "Clingy?" "Yeah. The very first evening when he was serving dinner, he climbs down under the table and starts gnawing on my crotch. I was trying to eat for god's sake." I got my nerve back now, since he didn't seem to be mad, so I laughed at his comment. I could just picture him trying to eat with his Mr. Strump under the table trying to get into his pants. "He'd given me my morning blowjob of course, but I wasn't planning to do him twice a day. I had young hunks to take care of so I couldn't be fucking him all the time." "I knew it wouldn't work" he said, "so I went home after barely a week. I still used his bedroom occasionally after that, but I wasn't about to live with him." Tanner just lay there with that big smile on his face. "God, those were good times" he said. He didn't say anything for a bit, but kept that smile on his face, fondly remembering times in Crystal City. But I was still waiting to hear about his dad. I wanted to hear what happened when he walked in on them and why they decided to move here. "But you said your dad interrupted ...." I started to say. "Will you shut the fuck up. Jesus" he said, exasperated. "I'll get to it." I gulped and said three times to myself: `keep your mouth shut', keep your mouth shut', `keep your mouth shut'. He pinched my butt. A pinch, not a squeeze. "My parents were going away for the weekend, and I wanted to use the rec-room. I'd been thinking about getting into water sports for quite a while. I'd read about it on the internet, and it sounded so fuckin hot that I could hardly stand it. Pissing on `em sounded like great fun. I had to do it." "It was Sunday afternoon when I got them there in our rec-room. A and B as I called them, Allen and Bill. The floor was tile, but I had them put a mat down anyway. They were both muscle hounds, so I got 'em stripped and we played around for a bit. I mean, these guys were fuckin wild about my muscles, but who the hell isn't when they see me? So, I let them do a little worshiping." "I'd never had them together before, although they knew about each other. So, they kept pretending to each other that they were my favorite, each trying to outdo the other. That was fun, the two of them trying to see who could be the biggest pussy." I just sat there listening to Tanner, totally turned on, my dick almost shuddering. I wanted to touch him so bad that it was almost painful. It really wasn't fair that he let me lie against his body like this, telling me incredibly hot stories, but not letting me touch him. "So, we got into the pissing" he said. "I made them kneel next to each other, so I could swing back and forth between them. I started out by drenching their hair. Then back and forth and back and forth as they just sat there on their knees taking my piss. "Fuck that was hot, Charlie" he said. "There was no way I could keep my dick from getting hard and that was making it difficult to piss, but no way was I going to stop. It was just too good. So, I simply bent it down and kept going. I kept going back and forth between them. You wouldn't believe how much piss had stored up. "So anyway," he said, "when I was pretty well pissed out and ready to fuck, in walks my dad. There wasn't much we could do since we were all naked and they were on their knees in front of me. Besides, they were soaked, and piss was dripping down their bodies, and the whole room smelled like piss. "Dad was screaming he was going to call the cops. Even though I was a dominant hunk, my father didn't see me that way. As far as he was concerned, I was still his immature underage kid, and A and B were obviously adults. Luckily, he didn't know them and didn't know they were teachers, so I was able to get them dressed and out of the house. "Even though he threatened to, he didn't call the cops. But, let me tell you he laid down the law with threats of getting me into reform school or something. I was restricted to the house, to my room for every minute I wasn't in school. He didn't tell me about it, but that's when he started to make arrangements to get his company to transfer him here." "So, here I am" he said giving my butt a pinch. "Here I am with my favorite fuck boy. My 'fuckup' fuckboy." His fuckup fuckboy? Yeah, that's what he said. "I'm sorry, Tanner" I said apologetically. "I don't mean to be an idiot. I really try to be good. I love you, Tanner. You know I do." He turned his head and gave me a kiss on the tip of my nose and gave my ass a good squeeze. "Maybe I'll call you my favorite 'fuckup' instead of my favorite 'pup'." I wanted to return his kiss, but before I could he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down to his chest. I was expecting a whole lot more punishment than he'd given me; hell, he'd barely done anything to me; only two slaps. Alright, so my face was red, but I was expecting more. So, I was overjoyed, totally thrilled, that the punishment was so minor, and we were going to be back on good terms again. And it looked like he was going to let me worship that glorious body of his. I gave his left pec a big wet kiss and then stuck out my tongue. But before I could really get started, he pushed my head back and stood up. "Go get the oil, honey" he said. "The scented one." (He called me 'honey'. I got almost light-headed with pleasure.) He wanted the body oil, the scented edible oil, and let me tell you that was exciting. He was going to let me oil him up and then lick it off. Oh, fuck. My dick was hard already, but now it became like a steel rod. This was so fuckin hot. I went into the bathroom and got the one called 'sensual lavender'. "Get the vanilla one" I heard him say, so I put the lavender one back and got the one called 'vanilla sugar'. He was standing in the middle of the room, naked and looking into my full-length closet mirror. As usual he was about half hard with that enormous dick of his hanging down; hell, I don't know if I'd ever seen him when he was fully soft. He didn't say a word, so I got down on my knees and started with his feet. So, I went at it, starting at his feet and working my way up. 'Just rub it on' he said to me. 'We'll get into the fun stuff later.' That gave me a thrill when he said that: 'later'. Not 'later' for punishment, but 'later' for worshiping his glorious body. The scent of the oil was marvelous, the whole room beginning to smell of vanilla. He was watching himself in the mirror and I carefully covered every inch of his awesome physique. When I was finished, oiling him all the way up to his neck, having the time of my life touching him and feeling him and swooning over him, he stayed there in the middle of the room, continuing to look into the mirror. He wasn't dark brown like Rasheed, but his light brown color just seemed to enhance and intensify his glistening muscles. He left me breathless. He still hadn't said that he was going to let me lick the oil off, so after I put the oil away, I stood there waiting. He must be planning to let me lick it, he must. That's the whole point of the oil. As I stood there, he began to rub his hands over himself, smearing the oil around over his super defined muscles. Then he snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor at his feet. As I got down on my knees in front of him, he started going through a posing routine. "This is the new routine Rasheed's working on" he said as he moved smoothly from one pose to another. I just sat there in awe watching him. I mean, you cannot imagine how gorgeous he looked all oiled up like that and crunching those muscles up to their maximum size. Tanner always works out early on Saturday mornings, so he was still pumped from that workout. And.... And, he was doing this for me. For me alone. Wimpy little Charlie. He was honoring me with this incredible show of his stunning physique. My hard dick gave a shudder, and I didn't dare touch it or I would have shot in an instant. I could not help but groan in ecstasy. Tanner smiled and went through the routine again. Yeah, he appreciated me. He appreciated me there on my knees with my tongue hanging out and groaning in uncontrolled lust. "You like what you see?" he said, giving me a big grin, obviously teasing me. "OH .... MY .... GOD ...." was all I could say. That's when the doorbell rang. "Oh, no" I gasped. "No, no, no." This couldn't be happening. Just as he was about to let me give him the tongue bath of a lifetime, somebody comes to the door. "That's Mr. Strump" Tanner said. "Go get him." -------------- I was naked of course, and although I had wiped myself off with a towel, I had smears of oil all over me, even in my hair, and I smelled of vanilla pudding. But did it really matter, since I was only going to meet Tanner's piss boy. At least it was oil and not piss that was all over me. I grabbed a pair of shorts, gym shorts and went down to answer the door. I admit I gasped aloud and my mouth fell open in shock when I opened the door. Standing before me was a vision. An absolute vision. I know I'm always talking about everyone around me being gorgeous, but the fact is, Tanner only picks the beautiful ones, so it's true, I'm surrounded by gorgeous guys. Mr. Carson and I may not be hunks, but we're very handsome, even beautiful, and Mr. Carson looks like a movie star. The rest of Tanner's boys are masculine and very handsome, except for Rasheed who is in a class all by himself and the word handsome just doesn't do him justice. So, I'm used to really good-looking guys. But this kid in front of me was like no one I'd ever seen before. He was beautiful. He was simply breathtaking. With blond, almost white hair hanging down in ringlets over his forehead, and perfectly shaped features with the most amazing dimples you can imagine. Just like Rasheed, he was in a class all by himself and calling him beautiful just didn't do him justice. He was a tiny kid, a couple inches shorter than my 5'6" but absolutely dazzling. Ordinarily I would have been jealous, but he was so much better looking than anyone I'd ever seen that I didn't even consider comparing myself to him. He was in a league of his own. I gulped. "Ahhh .... You're Mr. Strump?" I asked in a shocked tone of voice. He laughed, and I had to gasp again. His whole face lit up, and I swear to God, he was almost blinding. I simply couldn't understand how anybody could be so perfectly beautiful. "No, I'm hardly Mr. Strump" he said with that cheery look. "I'm Tanner's boy." Tanner's boy? He is Tanner's boy? What does that mean? Doesn't he have a name of his own? "You're a cute one" he said with a laugh, "so Tanner must be here. I can see he'd pick you." This gorgeous creature thinks I'm cute? Wow. That's when I realized he wasn't a hunk. That's when I was finally able to tear my eyes away from his dazzling face. He was not only short, but he was almost as skinny as I was. He was wearing a snug light blue t-shirt and shorts, and I could see he had a nice shape, but he didn't have bulging muscles, the kind of guy Tanner likes. He said he was Tanner's boy, but Tanner doesn't like skinny guys; he goes for hunks. He puts up with me simply for convenience since I'm right across the street and he `lives' in my house. I know this because that's what he's told me. But ...., this kid? He's Tanners boy? This skinny little kid? I was confused. "Is Tanner here? You gonna let me in?" "Oh yeah, sorry. Come on in. Tanner's upstairs." I led him upstairs to my bedroom. "Baby" Tanner said, sounding shocked, when we walked in. "What are you doing here?" He was still standing in front of the mirror, still nude, still half-hard, with his glistening muscles making him look magnificent. The kid just stood there for a few seconds, and I think I saw a tear in his eye. "Ohhh, Tanner" he whispered. Very slowly, in slow motion, he sank to his knees. "Ohhh, Tanner" he repeated, and now there were tears in his eyes. "Please don't be mad." I didn't know what was going on, but I was in awe. I mean, Tanner really looked shocked, and this gorgeous kid was expecting him to be mad. "I told you, you couldn't visit, didn't I?" he said. There was a long pause, and I swear, Tanner was trying to decide how to react. That shocked look on his face was going to change to anger or change to pleasure, and it was unclear which way he'd go. The kid didn't reply but looked apprehensive. But then Tanner spoke. "Baby, baby, I couldn't be mad at you" he said as he got a big smile on his face. "How could I be mad at my favorite boy?" He stepped over in front of the kid and stuck out his hand. The kid took hold of his hand with both of his and kissed it. "Thank you, Tanner. Thank you." Holding onto Tanner's hand he kissed it a couple more times. Tanner reached down and tussled the boy's beautiful blonde hair with his other hand as the boy got a big radiant smile on his face. "I had to see you Tanner. I just couldn't stay away." Tanner took him by the shoulders and pulled him to his feet, and then just stared down into his eyes for a moment. Stared down because Tanner had to be half a foot taller. Then he picked the kid up in his arms, one arm under his legs, and the other around his shoulders, holding him like a baby. And they kissed. And kissed. And kissed. Tanner started to walk around the room; not really walking, but a kind of a swirl, like a top. He was holding the boy like he was no more than a feather as he spiraled around the room, more like a ballerina than anything else. The boy was making humming sounds from deep in his throat as the kiss went on and on. I swear, I was beginning to think it would never end. Momentarily, I considered clearing my throat to get their attention, but thank God, I caught myself and didn't do it. But what about me? What was I supposed to think? I was in awe at what was happening, and of course, the Jealousy was beginning to seep in. Who was this kid? This gorgeous kid? He must be from Crystal City, and he's ten times better looking than me, and Tanner called him 'my favorite boy'. I think I'm in trouble. In fact, I damn well know I'm in trouble. Then Tanner put him back on his feet, and just looked at him with this enormous smile on his face. "You are so beautiful, Drew. I'd forgotten how really beautiful you are." Then he turned to me, finally recognizing my existence. "Charlie, meet Drew, my best boy from Crystal City" he said. "And Drew, meet Charlie, my best boy here in Falls Creek. Go ahead, kiss." The boy, Drew, stepped over to me with a big smile on his face, put his arms around me, and gave me a warm kiss. He acted like he was thrilled to meet me. Although I couldn't really feel the same, I did return the hug and the kiss. When the kiss was finished, he looked into my eyes from only inches away with that big smile. "I'm very happy to meet you, Charlie." I didn't quite melt in his arms, but I was pretty sure I was going to like him. He was gorgeous: how many times do I have to say that? He was gorgeous, and he seemed genuinely happy to meet me. He was the type of guy who you couldn't help but like. Then he turned back to Tanner. "Tanner, you look marvelous. No, not marvelous, spectacular.". "Well, yeah" Tanner chuckled. "It's devotion time and Charlie's got me all oiled up and ready. I think you might remember something like this?" "Oh, yeah, I remember" Drew answered. "The most hottest, the most exciting, the most sensational couple hours of my life." "Better than getting fucked?" Tanner asked slyly. "Equal to being fucked" Drew answered with a big grin. "So, tell me. Where is Mr. Strump?" Tanner asked. "And why are you here?" "That's a long story" Drew laughed. "But the short version is that Mr. Strump made the mistake of telling me he was coming to see you. And you know how I am." "Yeah, I know how you are" Tanner chuckled. "With that pretty face, you've got everybody wrapped around your little finger." "Except you, Tanner. Except you" he said. Tanner laughed but didn't say anything. "So, I turned on my charm and talked him into letting me take his place." "Oh, I'll bet you did" Tanner said. "So, what is the payment?" "Two blowjobs" Drew answered and giggled. He was so beautiful I had to wonder if the deal with Mr. Strump was to give those blowjobs or to receive them. I suspect that anyone would be willing to blow him; I know I would. Tanner turned to the mirror, raised his arms and performed the double bicep pose. "So, have I changed." "Oh, shit, Tanner" Drew swooned, "you are incredible. You were perfect before, but now you're even perfecter. There ain't no seventeen-year-old in the world looks as good as you." "Yeah, I think you're right" Tanner answered with a laugh. "You just might be right." Then he spoke to me: "Charlie, what do you think?" "Oh, shit, Tanner" I gasped as I watched those biceps form into huge mounds. "You are .... You are .... ahhh .... simply spectacular. You gotta oil up every day. You gotta!" "You guys want a piece of this?" he said, giving us a grin. "Huh?" Drew and I just stood there with our tongues hanging out but didn't speak or couldn't speak. I guess lust had taken over our vocal cords. "Strip down Drew" Tanner said. "Get ready for action." "Oh shit, Tanner" he murmured under his breath as he jerked his shirt off and pulled down his shorts. He hopped around for a few seconds getting his shoes and socks off, but he was ready in less than a minute. And you guessed it: he was wearing bikini underwear, red ones. "Come here" Tanner said as he turned away from the mirror. As we stepped closer, he put his arms around us and pulled us into a hug. "Kiss me" he said, and we joined him in a three-way kiss. As we kissed, he rubbed his hard muscles against us smearing us with oil. Jesus, that was sensuous; his hard body gliding over mine, the hardness and the slickness creating an incredible feeling of passion and lust. Tanner's big hand reached down to my ass, and then back up to my neck and then into my hair, and I assumed he was doing the same to Drew. Then back down to my ass again, pulling me in tight. Let me tell you there were three very hard dicks meeting in the middle, one huge one and two not so huge ones. There were also soft humming sounds from two submissive boys. "Okay, start at my feet" Tanner said as he let go of us and turned back to the mirror. Drew and I both dropped to our knees instantly and bent down to his feet. I stuck out my tongue and got my first taste of 'vanilla sugar'; it was wonderful. I don't know about Drew, but I was going to give Tanner the tongue job of his life; not just licking by rote but making it as sensual and as worshipful as I could. So very slowly, I worked my way around Tanner's foot and then moved up to his ankles. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Tanner was flexing his muscles in front of the mirror, admiring himself as he went through a posing routine while we licked him. Drew and I arrived at Tanner's ass at the same time, and Tanner reached back and put his hands in our hair. He kept us there, licking his cheeks for five or ten minutes, encouraging us to suck up all the oil and then smother his cheeks with kisses while having us to take turns licking out his crack. When he turned around to face us, he pulled us into his crotch. "Just my balls, kids. Just my balls" he said. So, the two of us, Drew and I, cheek to cheek, started lapping away at his balls, him on the left and me on the right. Tanner grabbed his very hard dick and started gently banging it against our faces as we worked on his balls. Then he stepped away and went over and lay back on the bed with his feet hanging down. "Up here, jump" he said. Drew and I scurried over and got on the bed on our knees, Drew at the top of the bed, and me at the bottom. "My abs" was all Tanner said and we bent over and started licking those amazing, rippled abdominals of his. He evidently had other plans for his dick, since he didn't let us touch it. So, we worked out way up to his chest; God, those glorious pecs of his; and then to his arms, his biceps, and finally into his armpits. The only sound for the next half hour was occasional slurping sounds as we sucked and licked and kissed and worshiped. Drew also never stopped that soft murmur from the back of his throat. I was as hard as a rock, a steel post, but I knew better than to touch myself. I knew Tanner's wouldn't like it and I didn't want to take the chance of a premature ejaculation anyway. Drew was the same way, very hard, but not touching. After the longest time, Tanner finally spoke. "Oh shit. I definitely need two of you. You two have got the hottest mouths in the world, and this bod of mine loves 'em." Then he sat up, pushing us away, turned himself around and lay back on the bed in the normal manner. "Drew," he said. "Go get that desk chair and bring it over here." Drew got up and brought the chair over to the bed. "Sit" Tanner said. "Sit, and watch." "Charlie" he said. I was still on the bed on my knees. "Charlie, here's your chance to show what you can do. Get between my legs." He spread his legs and I got between them and looked up into his eyes. Drew was only about three feet away watching. "I want you to give me the best damn blowjob, absolutely the best blowjob I've ever had in my life." He reached up and patted my cheek a couple times. "Can you do that? Are you ready to show me what you're worth?" "Oh, yes, Tanner. Yes, Master" I gushed. "Yes, yes, yes." This is what I'd been waiting for, another chance to prove to him that I could handle his dick. I just wanted him to know I was there to serve, and I wished he'd give me more chances to show it. Putting my hands behind my back I bent down and started licking that beautiful ten-inch dick of his. Drew was watching and since he'd been Tanner's best bud in Crystal City, I imagined that he could do one hell of a job on Tanner's dick, so I knew I not only had to prove that I was worthy to Tanner, but I had to prove it to Drew as well. I got busy. I had to let Tanner know, without a doubt, that he made the best choice when he picked me to be his 'best bud'. In all the time I'd known Tanner, I'd only blown him three times. He had so many other guys around wanting to serve him that he could never fit me in. And of those three blowjobs, I'd only deep throated him the third time, and I knew I'd done a piss poor job of it. I'd been thinking about it a lot since then, since I'd last sucked him over two weeks ago, and I knew if I really, really concentrated, I could do a lot better. I'd seen the incredible blowjob Tanner'd received from Mr. Carson, and I wanted to duplicate that. At least I wanted to have the chance to try to duplicate it. Of course, Tanner was hot already, his prick was like a steel rod, so we didn't have to do any kind of warm up. Avoiding the use of my hands, I got my mouth down on his abs and grabbed onto the head of his dick. Prying it up and holding only the head in my mouth, I looked up at him. He was watching me with a kind of a smirk on his face, evidently wondering if I was going to be able to handle his prick this time. Keeping my eyes on him, I slowly let that dick sink into my mouth and then into my throat. I didn't even think about gagging or choking because I simply wasn't going to allow it to happen. I had to close my eyes to concentrate but I kept going until my nose was pressed into his crotch and his big dick was reaching down into my esophagus. I swallowed once, knowing he'd love the feeling, but just held it there. Ten seconds, fifteen seconds, until I couldn't go any longer, and I lifted up, letting it slowly slide out of my mouth. Very slowly. Although I was desperate for breath, I didn't gasp or show any signs of distress, but stayed calm and collected, as if there were nothing to it; making it look like deep throating was easy as pie. I looked up at him. What I thought was a smirk had turned into a smile, and his eyes had opened wide. He was impressed. Yes, he was. He was impressed. So, I did it again; taking it deep, just like the first time. His smile got even bigger. "Way to go, Charlie" he whispered. "You're doing great." Now I really went at it. Having a clear picture in my mind of the blow job Mr. Carson had given him, I tried to do it exactly the same way. I wanted Tanner to remember this blowjob as something really special. I didn't deep throat with every thrust, because it wasn't necessary, but I kept good suction as I bobbed up and down, swirling my tongue around, sometimes slow and sensual and sometimes fast and furious. But I interspersed that sucking with regular deep throats, swallowing each time as I did it, so he'd feel my larynx squeezing the head of his prick. I could do it. I was doing it. But I admit, the hardest part was making it look easy. It was harder than hell, I was desperate for breath, it was hurting my throat, I was sweating up a storm, and tears were pouring from my eyes, but none of that mattered. It was important for Tanner to know that I can give him a great blowjob any time he wanted it. I wanted him to want this every day. I wanted him to beg me to suck him. With all the licking and worshiping that led up to the blowjob, I knew Tanner couldn't last all that long. With the stimulation I was giving him, there was simply no way he could hold out for very long. And I was right. It wasn't ten minutes, or maybe fifteen, when he reached down and grabbed my head with both hands. Now was the challenge. I knew when he got hot, when he got really close, he'd take over and fuck my face, and that's what he started to do. He now took charge, and I was simply the hole that he was using to ram his dick into. He was moaning so I knew he was almost there as he started slamming my head up and down like a pile-driver. Slamming my head down, and jamming his hips up at the same time, he was forcing his dick deep with each thrust, with my face banging into his crotch. I just held on for dear life, trying to grab a breath when I could. Slamming me down one final time, he fired deep into my throat, once, twice, before pulling back from my throat. Of course, I choked, there was no way humanly possible for me not to choke. But I kept control, forcing myself to remain calm as I tried to swallow and breathe at the same time. Tanner held on to my head, as he fired volley after volley into my mouth. I know my face had to be red and tears were dripping down my face, but I managed to hold on until Tanner finally let go of my head. "Oh, fuckin, hell" Tanner swooned. "Jesus, Charlie. That was something else." He had let go of my head, but I still had his dick in my mouth, and I was still sucking on it. But I looked up at him, and he had this beatific smile on his face. "I loved it, Charlie" he gushed. I was in heaven. I'd done it. I'd really done it. I'd blown Tanner and I'd done it perfectly. And Tanner loved it. He was wild about it. I just knew he'd be wanting it again, and again. "That was fantastic, Charlie" he said. "What do you think Drew?" "Oh, yeah, he's good" Drew said, and I think I heard real respect in his voice. "He's really talented." I glowed inside, because he had to be wondering if I was better than him. I finally pulled back off of Tanner's dick. "Thank you, Master" I said smugly. Yeah, I was smug. I knew I was good, and I knew Tanner'd love hearing me thank him. Tanner grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up on top of him and latched his lips onto mine. I put my arms around his neck as we kissed, and he put his hands on my ass cheeks, squeezing them gently. The kiss went on and on, maybe ten minutes. Yes, I could have cum, but Tanner gave no attention to my needs, ignoring my hard-on, and I loved him for it. Yeah, I loved him for it. Oh, he lets me cum sometimes, but I wanted him to know that it wasn't necessary. I was there to serve him and nothing more, and my needs were insignificant, unimportant. I wanted him to understand that just being allowed to serve him was all I needed. It was an honor to serve, and I didn't want him to think I needed or expected anything in return. Besides, I knew without a doubt that I'd jerk off at least twice before going to sleep while reliving this event. Comments appreciated: [email protected]

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Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2023 14:50:08 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner. Chapter Seven The following story is an erotic fantasy with mostly consensual sex between men. If this is not your thing or you're underage, stop now. However, if you continue, I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to copy it for your own use. Comments always appreciated: [email protected]. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Seven We were sitting on the floor, legs folded under us Indian style, the three of us facing each other with our knees touching. Like always in my bedroom, we were wearing only our underwear, and guess what? We were all wearing bikinis. I was madly in love with Tanner and would do anything to emulate him, so of course I talked my mother into letting me get some bikini's as well. And, not surprisingly, Darrell had done the same, talking his mother into it. I was in love with Tanner, and I guess I wasn't surprised that Darrell was falling for him as well. "Darrell, you went too far" Tanner said. "You were too rough on him, and you know it. Don't you?" "Yeah, I guess" Darrell answered. "But you see the way he acts. He ...." "You went too far" Tanner snapped at him. "Don't tell me you 'guess'. Tell me you know you did." "Alright, Tanner. Yes, I went too far. But ...." "What did you say?" Tanner snarled at him. "I .... ahhh ... ahhh... Master" Darrell said and gulped as he caught himself. "Yes, Master. I went too far." Tanner glared at him for a minute and then turned to me. "And Charlie" he said. "You've been treating Darrell like shit since day one. It's no wonder he lost it." "But Tanner. Look at me" I whined. "Look what he did." "I see what he did, and you deserved it" Tanner said. Darrell had kicked the shit out of me on Sunday night and this was Monday afternoon, and I was still so sore that I could barely move. "As of this very second, you are going to become best friends, because I won't stand for this any longer" Tanner said. "You understand me? This very second. This is your one and only chance right now to make amends, or I kick your asses and throw you out on the street." When Tanner says something, you better know he means it, and I have no doubts that we're damn lucky that he's giving us another chance, since he never, ever puts up with any shit. "Darrell, put your arm around him, and Charlie, you do the same" Tanner said. We did. "Now kiss" he ordered us. We kissed. "ACT LIKE YOU MEAN IT" Tanner thundered, causing both of us to jump. Darrell's frown now turned to a kind of a smile and I tried to smile as well. We kissed again. "Okay" he said. "I don't want to hear another word about it." He put a hand behind my head and one behind Darrell's head and pulled us into a three-way kiss. Three tongues dueling with each other. He held us there as we tongued each other over and over. It had to have been at least five minutes. Jesus, that was fun, Darrell or no Darrell. Finally breaking the kiss and pulling back, he reached up and hit me across the face, open handed causing me to yell and put my hand to my face. Then, he turned to Darrell. Darrell reflexively threw his hands up. "Get your god damn hands down" Tanner snarled at him. Looking shocked, Darrell dropped his hands, and Tanner let him have it. "You okay with this, Charlie"? he growled. It took me a minute to recover but then I answered. "Yes, Master" I answered. "Of course, Master." "Darrell?" Tanner snapped. "Yes, Master. Yes" Darrell answered. Tanner stood up and went over to the beanbag chair. "Charlie" he said, and I was there in two seconds still holding my sore cheek. "My feet" he said. Tanner had allowed me to lick and worship his muscles once and I even kissed his feet one day, but I'd never actually worshiped his feet. But I was more than ready. I'd read on the internet how popular it was for some guys to worship another guy's feet, so I was thrilled to have the chance to do it for Tanner. Besides, Tanner had beautiful feet, he was beautiful everywhere I lifted his left leg from the floor and kissed his foot. "Darrell. Here" Tanner said, pointing next to the chair. Darrell crawled over, staying on his knees, next to the chair with a fearful look on his face. I was struck by the fact that it sounded like he was calling his dog. 'Rex, here. Heel'. But that was Tanner, and that was his way. After all, we were his boys, or boy-toys, or maybe even his puppies. Tanner reached over and tussled Darrell's hair. That look on his face turned to an enormous smile. Darrell was obviously back in his good graces again. But I was too, or Tanner would not be allowing me to worship his feet. Yeah, he was showing his compassion, and Darrell and I both knew it. "Darrell, what's the deal with that friend of yours, Larry something?" Tanner asked. "Larry Stunt?" Darrell answered. "He's my friend, my best friend. We've been best friends since fifth grade. He lives just a couple doors down from me." "I want to meet him" Tanner said. I took that to mean 'I want to fuck him' and I'll bet that's what Darrell thought too. Larry was one of the originals on the list that Tanner wanted to get 'acquainted' with. "You can get him over here or at your house or something, and I can meet him and get to know him." "He's straight, Tanner, er.. Master" Darrell said. "Do I care?" he said rhetorically. "So am I and so are you and so is Charlie. Big deal." I sure wasn't straight, but I'd never said anything to Tanner about it, one way or another. As I got to know him better I had my doubts whether Tanner was straight since he was certainly oriented towards guys. And I was pretty sure Darrell was gay. But, as crazy as it seems, Tanner didn't seem to differentiate between gay and straight. That didn't seem to enter his mind, since he was simply looking for some cock action, and was very picky about what kind of guy he stuck his cock into. He was into well built, attractive guys, and it seemed as if his interest was only in a hot ass, without consideration of whether they were straight or gay. "Besides I like `em straight" he said. "Straight and inexperienced. Teaching a first-timer to suck a dick can be a lot of fun." "But Tanner ...." Darrell started to say, "l don't think Larry would ...." "You don't have to `think Larry would' anything" Tanner said. "You just have to get him here. I'll find out what Larry thinks." "But Tanner, listen ...." he started to say again. "Are you arguing with me?" Tanner snapped "and what are you calling me?" I knew what was coming. I knew about arguing with Tanner, but Darrell still didn't know how to deal with him like I did. I couldn't help but grin. "Sorry, Master, but I'm not arguing. I'm not" he said quickly. "Larry's a great guy. But what I wanted to say...." "You are arguing with me, you little fucker?" Tanner growled at him. "No, Tanner, no. Never. Never" he pleaded "Did I tell you I wanted to meet Larry?" he snapped. "Yeah, Tanner" he whined. "Yeah, you did. I'm sorry." "You damn well better be sorry" Tanner said. "So, you'll bring him over here tomorrow?" "Sure, Master. I'll bring him over tomorrow" Darrell said. "But, just so you'll know ...." Darrell stopped and waited. Tanner didn't say anything. "Master, just so you'll know ,,,," He stopped again and waited. "Alright, go ahead. Tell me." "He doesn't have a good situation at home, Master. He's got it rough. I .... I.... Please, Master, I don't want you to hurt him." "I don't intend to hurt him" Tanner snorted. "Don't be ridiculous. I'll just meet him and see how it goes. He's hotter than hell and really turns me on, so if he's receptive and properly responsive, he'll have a good time." That was clear enough. Tanner was going to screw him and if he was 'receptive and properly responsive' he'd enjoy it. But what if he was not 'receptive and properly responsive'? Sounded like rape to me. To Tanner it didn't make any difference because he didn't believe that anyone could resist him, and he couldn't imagine anyone not wanting to get screwed by him. And he thought that way with perfect justification, because from what I'd seen so far, nobody could resist him, and they all did want to get screwed by him. "Charlie, I've got two feet" Tanner snapped at me and I realized I'd let my mind wander from what I was doing. I gently put his left foot back down and lifted up his right one and got back to work. Darrell gulped, and took the plunge, trying to reason with Tanner again. "Master, Larry is cuter than hell, but the guy you really want to meet is Tommy, Larry's brother" he said, blurting it out quickly. "Oh, yeah?" Tanner said. "Why? What's with his brother?" "He used to be the best-looking guy in school" Darrell said, and then laughed. "Before he graduated. that is. My sister said he was the hottest thing around on three legs." "Three legs?" "You know what I mean" Darrell grinned. "Yeah I know what you mean, but I don't give a damn about his third leg" Tanner said. "I'm interested in a pretty face and a hot ass. You know that. Tell me why I'd want to meet him." "He's hot, Tanner, really hot. He's built and good looking and he knows it. Oh yeah, does he ever know it. All the girls were wild about him. He fucked his way through half the girls at school I think, including my sister." "So, he's got a pretty face, heh?" Tanner chuckled. "You think he'd look good sucking my dick?" "He's a conceited prick, Tanner, and needs to be taken down a notch" Darrell said bluntly. "He slaps Larry around all the time, and he's let me have it a couple times too. I'd like to see you take him down." "I thought you and Larry were wrestlers?" "We are, Tanner. We are" Darrell said defensively. "But you wouldn't believe this guy. He's huge, he's solid muscle. He's the weightlifting coach at school." "He's a coach at school?" Tanner asked. "How come I haven't seen him?" "Well, he's not a real coach" he said. "He works as part-time janitor at the Pick-N-Save or something. He doesn't have time for a real job because he spends his life in the gym." "You've probably seen him, because he works out at the 'Classic Gym', the same place you work out. But he volunteers as weightlifting coach at our school, and he's really good. He really knows his stuff. But I think the real reason he coaches is so he can strut around and have all the kids admire him. He really goes in for that." "Can't say I've noticed him, particularly if he's as hunky as you say" Tanner said. He tussled Darrell's hair again. "So, you want me to take him down?" "Jesus, that would be cool" Darrell said. "He's a conceited asshole. He fucked my sister for barely a week, took her virginity she said, and then dumped her. She didn't even know she'd been dumped until she went to meet him on the school bus and saw the next girl in line down between his legs. He actually smiled at Sis and winked while the new bitch sucked him off. Betty was devastated." "She wanted to be the one down between his legs" Tanner chuckled. "Well, I suppose so, because she really fell for him" Darrell laughed too. "She said he had a big one, that third leg, you know." "And he liked getting blow jobs on the school bus" Tanner laughed. "Yeah, she said that too." Darrell really laughed now. "But evidently he'd take his blowjobs anywhere he could get them. He told Sis he needed it half a dozen times a day, so he was getting it before school and after school and during school too I guess." "But listen to this. He is so fucking arrogant that even after he ditched Betty and started fucking some slut, he actually called her and asked her to come over for a threesome. I mean, he actually asked her to do that after he'd already dumped her." "Did she?" Tanner asked slyly. "Hell no" he said immediately, and then hesitated. "At least she said she didn't." Then he laughed. "But, who knows. He's a real stud. I wouldn't doubt he has them two at a time." Tanner just sat there with that pervasive grin on his face, evidently licking his lips in anticipation of making Tommy one of his 'acquaint' boys. "A conceited asshole who needs to be put into his place. And a real stud besides. Sounds interesting." "Oh, man that would be so great" Darrell said in excitement. "I'd give anything to see you take him down. My sister would love you for it. But I gotta say, Tanner, he's really big. Really big, bigger than you and all solid muscle. I've seen them measure his arms at twenty inches. I guess he pretty much lives in weight rooms." "What? You think he'd have a chance against me?" Tanner asked. "No, of course not" Darrell said quickly. "He wrestled and played football in school, but he wasn't very good at either one. They said he was too slow. But he's incredibly strong. He won some weightlifting awards and he's never been beat at arm wrestling." "Well, okay" Tanner said. "Let's set it up. I'll do Tommy and then we'll see about Larry." He tousled Darrell's hair again. "We're definitely going to get around to Larry." That's when Tanner's cell phone rang. "Charlie" Tanner said, and I got up and went to my desk to get his phone. "Rasheed" Tanner said into the phone. "My man. What's cookin?" I was surprised that Rasheed was calling him. I thought that was a onetime thing. "He just can't get enough" Tanner laughed as he hung up and handed the phone back to me. "Once a guy meets this whanger of mine, he's got to have it again. Rasheed's on his way over here." He just lay there for a moment thinking about it. "God, he's a beautiful guy and that body of his is so incredible. He's getting ready for a contest so he's going to look better than ever. He's going to put on a show." "What? Really? Rasheed?" I asked. "Yeah, he wants me to critique him." Tanner said. "Give him some pointers." "He's going to go through his routine here" Darrell said. "He's going to do it for you?" "Hell, yes" Tanner said. "You think I don't know something about bodybuilding? I've been going to contests since I was eleven since my mom was wild about bodybuilding. She's the one who got me started, and even had me take a posing class. I even entered a contest last year in Crystal City. What do you think? You think I built this body just for you to look at?" "Sorry, Master. Sorry" Darrell said quickly. "No, of course not. But .... But .... Well, I sure do appreciate being able to look at you." Darrell gave him a big smile, and Tanner smiled back. What an ass kisser. "Yeah, I know" he said. "But Rasheed is so perfect, and now, being contest ready and with his dark skin that emphasizes his definition so well, he is going to be spectacular." "Wow!" Darrell said. "Can we watch?" DUANE -- EDITED UP TO HERE "Sure. I don't think Rasheed will care." Then he said: "Charlie. run across the street and get the tube of body oil. Not the edible one, but the one in a yellow tube." "Ahhh .... Master" I queried. "May I ...." Tanner laughed. "Okay, put your pants on." I put on my shorts and grabbed a pair of sandals and ran over to Tanner's house to get the oil. Again, I was able to get in and out of the back door without running into either his father or mother. I think his father was glued to the chair in front of the TV in the living room, and his mother never seemed to leave her bedroom. Rasheed was just arriving when I got back, so I opened the door for him. Just like all the hunks in our school, he did not acknowledge me nor even recognize my existence. As far as they were concerned a wuss like me didn't deserve to be noticed, and if I didn't get out of the way, they'd just walk over me. When we entered my bedroom, Tanner was standing in the middle of the room, while Darrell was on his knees kissing the enormous bulge in his bikini. Tanner laughed. "Sorry, Rasheed" he chuckled. "Just thinking about you got me all hot and bothered, and Darrell wanted to help me out. Didn't you. Babe?" He ruffled Darrell's hair. "Yes, sir, Tanner" Darrell said, rather muffled because he didn't stop kissing Tanner's prick. "That's alright, babe. You can call me Master in front of Rasheed" Tanner said. "I don't think he'll mind." "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master" Darrell mumbled as he started licking up and down the length of the spandex covered prick. I thought Rasheed would be shocked, or at least surprised, but he didn't seem to be. Knowing Tanner the way he did, I guess he just assumed that he would become our Master. "Come here, Rasheed" Tanner said, and Rasheed stepped up to him. Tanner grabbed him, one hand behind his head and one around his waist. Pulling him into a kiss, Rasheed's crotch was pressed into the back of Darrell's head, mashing his face into Tanner's crotch. Tanner held Rasheed there in a kiss for at least a minute, and as far as I could tell Darrell kept right on slobbering on his bikini. Tanner wanted Darrell and I to be best friends, but how could we be when he's such a brown nose. "I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to this, Rasheed" Tanner said, and Rasheed got an enormous smile on his face. "Me too, Tanner. Me too." As Rasheed stepped back, Tanner reached down and put his hand under Darrell's chin and pulled him away. "Sorry to take your toy away from you" Tanner said to Darrell and laughed. Darrell looked up at him and smiled. It was clear he would have stayed there all day if Tanner had let him. "Rasheed, strip down. I can't wait to get started." "In the bathroom?" Rasheed asked. "No. Do it here" Tanner said. "These guys have seen a pecker before. Charlie'll get your shoes." At that comment, I dropped to my knees and got Rasheed's shoes and socks off. Then he stripped naked. It's almost impossible for me to describe how perfectly beautiful Rasheed was. He wasn't dark black, but he wasn't light brown either, but somewhere in between. And his body ... his body was nothing less than miraculous. Absolutely magnificent. His prick, which was soft, was bigger than mine with potential to be maybe eight inches, not up to Tanner's enormous size, but larger than the norm, just like his body. He opened his gym bag and pulled out a pair of pure white skimpy posing trunks and tugged them on. It was absolutely amazing the way they set off his skin coloring, making him look even darker. Picking up the tube of oil I stepped up to him. "No way, Charlie" Tanner said. "Give me that oil. Don't you think for a minute that Rasheed's going to let you touch his body." Rasheed got a big smile on his face. "I get the honors today" Tanner said. So, for the next twenty minutes Tanner rubbed his hands over Rasheed's magnificent physique. He wasn't subtle in any way, because it was mostly sexual. He wasn't so much putting on the oil, as he was just feeling up and worshiping those incredible muscles. Rasheed didn't say a word but just stood there with a slight smile on his face as Tanner worshiped his body with his hands and with his eyes. Darrell and me too, with our eyes. Of course, Rasheed got a big bulge almost immediately, but Tanner never once touched his prick. But the posing strap got saturated with oil anyway, so as Rasheed got hotter and hotter and his prick grew and grew, he might have as well not have been wearing anything. Skimpy white trunks saturated with oil? What would you think? So, there were four of us there with roaring hard-ons. At Tanner's direction Darrell and I were sitting next to each other on the bed with our arms around each other. Yes, believe it. I was supposed to be becoming friends with this outrageous ass kisser who was fawning over Tanner all the time. Tanner wouldn't let us touch our cocks either, even though we were both about to burst out of our bikini's. Tanner seemed to be having the time of his life. I'd never seen him enjoy himself so much without having his dick stuck in somebody. But who could better appreciate a physique like Rasheed's than a muscle god like Tanner. And his bikini, a light orange one today, looked to be almost as saturated as Rasheed's trunks were, except his was from the loads of pre-cum that was pouring out of his dick. But, finally he stopped and stepped back. Rasheed gave a quick double bicep pose. I groaned in amazement, Darrell groaned, Tanner groaned. And Rasheed got a great big smile. "You like?" he asked facetiously as he crunched his arms and held the pose. "Oh, shit" came from three mouths all at the same time. All three of us were in total awe. And in total heat. "Rasheed, you're trying to kill us" Tanner laughed. "Jesus, you're fine. You're a phenomenon." Tanner came over to the bed, pushed Darrell and I apart and set between us. He put his arms around our shoulders and gave us a quick hug. Darrell put his hand on Tanner's thigh and started rubbing it up an down, feeling his quads. Damn, he is such an ass-kisser, fawning over Tanner every second. But if he could do it, I could do it, so I put my hand on Tanner's thigh as well. Just touching Tanner gives me chills of excitement. He is so muscular, every inch of his body rock solid, and rubbing my hand up and down his quads was thrilling. When Darrell reached up and touched Tanner's chest, Tanner slapped his hand away. I smiled and kept stroking his quads. I beat Darrell out on that one. When I turned my head and kissed Tanner's shoulder, I almost laughed aloud to see that Darrell did the same. Okay, so his brown-nosing pissed me off, but if he was going to compete with me for Tanner's affection, I'd give him a run for his money. I kissed Tanner's shoulder again. "Okay, Rasheed. I'm ready" Tanner said giving us another quick hug. "Do your thing. Show me you're whole routine." So, Rasheed went through the compulsories several times, with Tanner critiquing. I was amazed how much Tanner knew about posing. He was obviously an expert. I mean, all I could see was a magnificent human being, showing off his perfectly defined body, while Tanner would talk about this muscle group, or that muscle group, or this angle of the arm or that angle of the leg. He got up several times to reposition Rasheed slightly. After the compulsories, Rasheed went through his individual routine. Tanner turned it upside down and ripped it inside out, making lots of suggestions, and reversing some of the poses. Rasheed listened intently, obviously recognizing that Tanner was the expert. I noticed that Tanner's prick was a rock hard full ten inches, and leaking, soaking his bikini. But then again, so was mine and so was Darrell's. Watching Rasheed's incredible body and feeling up Tanner's quads was making me so hard it was painful. But finally, after almost an hour, Tanner stepped up to Rasheed, gave him a peck on the lips and hugged him. Rasheed hugged him back and as they stood there hugging, Tanner started gently humping his crotch against him. "So, did I help" Tanner asked as he finally pushed back away from Rasheed. His front was now covered with oil from Rasheed's body. He looked spectacular. "Oh, hell yes" Rasheed gushed. "You were amazing, but I've got a lot of work to do." "You'll do fine" Tanner said. "A few hours in front of the mirrors will do it. Get those individual's going smoothly and you'll be fine. Have one of your buddies film you, so you can see yourself like a judge sees you." "Okay, thanks Tanner. That's a good idea. I'll do that." "Was it worth it?" Tanner asked. With a big smile on his face, he reached over and tweaked Rasheed's nipple. "Huh?" Rasheed said. "It's pay up time, Rasheed" Tanner chuckled. "Was it worth it?" Rasheed hesitated for only a moment. "Well ...., yeah ...." he said slowly, thinking about it. "Yeah, it was worth it. But what about them?" He looked over at Darrell and me still sitting on the bed. "What about them?" Tanner grinned. "I got to do it in front of them?" "Yep" Tanner said, his grin getting bigger. "This time you get an audience. That's the deal." "Shit" Rasheed said. "A deal is a deal" Tanner said. "Okay, I'll do it" Rasheed said. "Charlie" Tanner said to me. "You get the honors. Get over here and get Rasheed's trunks off." I wasn't quite sure what was going on, although I had a pretty good idea, as I jumped to obey Tanner. "Slowly, slowly" Tanner said as I got on my knees in front of Rasheed. "Make it sexy." As I reached up for the trunks Tanner stopped me. "Wait. Hold on a minute. Darrell, get over here." Darrell got off the bed and came over. "On your knees next to Charlie" Tanner ordered him. "Rasheed, you're going to love this" he laughed aloud. "Okay, take his trunks down. With your teeth." Darrell and I glanced at each other, and then up at Rasheed. And, indeed, Rasheed was going to love this, because he had a smile a mile wide. "Go ahead" Tanner laughed. "Do it." Grabbing onto Rasheed's massive thigh, I reached and got his trunks in my teeth and started pulling them down. "Come on, Darrell. Get with it" Tanner said. "Work together, puppies. And, go, slow." I held up and waited for Darrell to get going. Then, slowly, as ordered, we dragged Rasheed's skimpy posing trunks down to the floor so he could step out of them. "Kiss his feet while you're down there" Tanner said. I had already started raising my head, but now bent back down and kissed Rasheed's foot. "Again" Tanner chuckled. He was really enjoying this, and I was sure Rasheed was as well. "Give 'em some good smacks." I gave Rasheed's foot a couple of kisses, audible kisses, and so did Darrell. As I raised up I saw an enormous smile on Rasheed's face and one on Tanner's face as well. "Now me" was all Tanner said. Darrell and I crawled over to him and repeated the process, pulling his bikini down with our teeth and then kissing his feet. I figured this was one of the few times we would ever cooperate with each other. Tanner walked over and sat in the beanbag chair and waved a finger at Rasheed. Rasheed walked over and got on his knees in front of him. Grabbing Tanner's very hard dick and bending it down, he took it in his mouth. Wow! I've said many times that Tanner was a god, with a physique of Hercules. But Rasheed! A professional quality bodybuilder in the peak of perfection; he was also absolutely god-like. Two incredible muscle gods, one dark brown and one light brown, and one worshiping the other with his mouth. My dick started throbbing. I mean, I'd been almost unbearably aroused for the past hour, Tanner with his arm around me, and beautiful Rasheed looking absolutely gorgeous, and incredibly sexy. And then, on top of that, removing these god's shorts with our teeth. It was just too much for me. I shot. Without even touching myself, I ejaculated. "Aauuugh" I groaned aloud as I fired into my bikini. They all looked at me, even Rasheed pulled back off of Tanner's prick. Their surprised looks changed to grins, and Darrell laughed. Embarrassment? As you can imagine, I had never been so embarrassed in my life. Tanner didn't say anything, but the grin stayed on his face. Rasheed licked Tanner's dick a few times before taking it back in his mouth. Darrell sat there, on his knees just a few feet from me, chuckling under his breath. Tanner suddenly shouted: `motherfucker' and I saw a look of delight on his face. I looked and saw that Rasheed had taken Tanner's prick right down to the root, all ten inches somehow crammed down his throat. Shit, it seemed like the only one having trouble deep throating Tanner was me. I had a gooey mess in my bikini and I wanted to go to the bathroom and clean up. "Tanner, may I ...." I started to say. "Shit. Rasheed. You're incredible" Tanner exulted. Tanner had told Rasheed that we were going to watch, so I didn't dare leave without his permission, so I tried again. "Tanner, Master, can I go ...." Rasheed went back to gentle sucking and Tanner looked over at us. "Darrell, you need some help with that prick?" he chuckled. Darrell and I both looked surprised, but then both caught on at the same time. Darrell stood up with the biggest smile on his face I'd ever seen. "Help him out Charlie" Tanner said. I think I went into shock. No, no, no. I couldn't. He couldn't expect .... As I looked up, Darrell pulled his bikini down and hooked it under his balls, and stepped up, pushing his very hard dripping prick in my face. "Tanner" I groaned. Darrell pushed forward pushing his dick into my face, smearing pre-cum down my cheek. "It's about time" Darrell snickered. I saw Tanner looking at me, so I knew I had no choice. I began to tear up as I looked up at Darrell and saw him gloating. "Open up" he said. I opened up. Now I have to give Darrell credit. Maybe he's not the evil monster I've made him out to be. I'm not sure how I would have handled this if I'd been in his shoes, but I can only guess. I would have wanted revenge and it wouldn't have been pretty. Darrell went easy on me. He was actually considerate. Of course, I was still battered from his kicking my ass, and I guess he knew I was still as sore as hell, so he just let me go at it. No jamming it in, no forced face fucking, just a light touch of encouragement with his hand on the back of my head. Now I'm not totally stupid, and I knew he could take me anyway he wanted, and could be rougher than hell, so I gave him the best damn blowjob I could manage. Besides, he had a beautiful dick. He was cut, with a nice big round head, making for a perfect mouthful. And, I must say, I'm getting pretty good at it, and since it was not a monster like Tanner's, I was able to handle it with ease and deep throat without much of a problem. I would guess that Darrell has about six inches, maybe slightly bigger than mine. Okay, so I exaggerate when I talk about my own dick. I like to think I have six and a half inches, but in truth I know better. To be brutally honest, I suppose it's barely over five. So, Darrell's was a perfect size for sucking, a perfect fit in my throat. I couldn't see anything except Darrell's crotch, but I heard soft sounds of pleasure coming from Tanner. I knew Tanner would not be rough or demanding with Rasheed, because he simply had too much respect for him as a fellow muscle man. Yeah, I knew that. Somehow, I just knew that. Tanner is a bully and loves knocking guys around, particularly when he's fucking them. But Rasheed? Mr. Body Beautiful? Probably just having Rasheed as a submissive cocksucker was enough of a turn-on to satisfy Tanner without feeling he had to slap him around. Does that mean he doesn't respect me and Darrell and the others since he likes to slap us around? No, of course not, but in no way are we his equals. Tanner knows he's superior to us and makes no bones about it, treating us like his chattel. But that's not a bad thing. Honest, it isn't. He is a special human being and we all know it and accept it without question. But Rasheed, with all of his beauty and his perfect physique; I think Tanner might have considered him to be almost his equal. Almost. As long as his dick was in Rasheed's mouth that is. But with a near equal, he'd be satisfied without feeling he had to slap him around. And besides, Rasheed had a contest coming up and Tanner didn't dare do anything. Any bruises showing on Rasheed's body would be a disaster. So, Darrell just stood there with his hand gently rubbing my hair as I blew him. Of course, he wasn't Tanner, but I was discovering something; something very important. I was finding out that I loved sucking dick. Yeah, I was loving it. There's something really special about having a guy's dick in your mouth. Sucking Tanner was a real challenge, and I wanted more of it, but sucking Darrell was a delight. It was the perfect size and I just loved the feel it in my mouth. And when he started moaning I loved it even more, knowing I was in control of this hunk and was turning him on. When Darrell finally ejaculated I swallowed every drop with pleasure, and when he was done I kissed his dick for good measure. Darrell chuckled and thanked me. Yeah, he did. `Thank you' he said. So, I thanked him in return. 'Thank you for letting me' I said and gave him a smile. Hell, maybe he and I could become friends after all. In fact, if he'll let me suck that perfect dick of his, we could become good friends. I'm sorry to say that I missed Tanner's blowjob completely. This was the second time now that I was hearing it but not seeing it. Seeing muscle god Rasheed sucking off muscle god Tanner would have been a sight to behold. After everybody was done, Rasheed and Darrell got dressed and left. Tanner lay down in the beanbag chair, turned the TV on low and let me cuddle up next to him with his arm around me. "God, Rasheed is so gorgeous" he murmured. "Really spectacular. I'll bet he wins that contest. You think so?" "Yes, Tanner. Absolutely" I said, but what do I know about bodybuilding? Zilch. But I certainly know the importance of agreeing with Tanner. "He gives a damn good blowjob too. But ...." But? But what? Something was wrong with Rasheed's sucking? "What?" I asked. "You didn't like it?" I was shocked. How could you not like getting a blowjob from Mr. Perfect Body? "Oh, hell, I liked it. Rasheed is so gorgeous and seeing him down there on my dick is fabulous. But that ain't my thing." "Huh? What's wrong with it?" I asked. "I'm a control freak, Charlie" he chuckled. "I had a hell of a time keeping my hands off of him. You know how I am. I just wanted to grab him and jam it in. That's me, that's my style. I wanted to show my power and control; I wanted to slam him down on the floor and take over. Besides, he's too gentle and I don't go for gentle. You wouldn't believe how hard it was for me not to grab his head and ram my dick into his face." "Jeez, Tanner. Jeez." I mean, what could I say to that? But Tanner was right, I do know how he is. I know he's a bully, and I know he likes beating people up. He has to show his strength and power, even when he's fucking them. Even with me and Darrell, his loyal fuckboys who would do anything for him, he doesn't just accept our willing worship, he demands it. "Once that contest is over I'm going to take Rasheed in the weight room" he said with a big grin. "Right on the bench press and this time I'm going to make him scream and beg for mercy." That statement did not require an answer, so I didn't say anything. But, I had no doubts that it would happen. I only hoped that I could be there to see it. "But, you're still my best bud, babe" he whispered in my ear, and I felt a hot flash soar through my body. An extreme feeling of pleasure. Even while dreaming about fucking Rasheed, he was still thinking of me. Wimpy little nobody, Charlie. "And once those bruises heal up, I'm going to fuck you raw. Okay?" he said. "Oh, yes, Tanner. Yes" I gushed. "Whenever you want. I'm ready." Did I forget to call him Master? Thank god he didn't notice. "I got a job for you, Charlie" he said as he gave my ass a squeeze. I shivered in delight. "Huh? Yeah?" I asked. "Jerod" he said. "The football kid. Jim's snotty little fuck buddy." I remembered the day in the lunchroom when Tanner went over to meet Jim. Jerod had made some snide remark that pissed Tanner off. I think the kid must have had a death wish because I noticed every time since then when he saw Tanner in the hall, he'd give him a dirty look. I know Tanner had noticed and that's the sort of thing he will not stand for. And besides that, Tanner had already remarked that he thought Jerod was cute. Cute and snotty, a perfect combination for Tanner, a boy toy for him to play with. "Track him down, Charlie. Get him for me" Tanner said. He gave my ass another squeeze and then got dressed and went home across the street. So, Tanner wanted to take Jerod. But if he had me and Darrell, Rasheed and Jim and even Mr. Carson as his regular fuck boys, his worshippers, why did he need Jerod? He was also talking about Larry, Darrell's friend and Larry's brother Tommy. Why did he need them? Only Tanner has the answer for that. But I'll tell you this: I'd suck him five times a day and let him fuck me five times a day too, if he'd go for it. I'd keep his prick so busy he wouldn't need anyone else. So that was my project. Tracking him down. Jerod, that is. Tanner admitted there might be a reason for Jerod to be pissed since he had pushed him aside so he could sit next to Jim Stanley. "But that doesn't excuse the little fucker" he said. "I gotta show him that he doesn't fuck with me. Ever." I've told you that Tanner doesn't take any shit from anybody, even the slightest little hint of disrespect. I mean, all Jerod had said when Tanner pushed him aside was: 'hey man' before Tanner walked away. How could anyone take offense with that? Well, Tanner could. He told me that if he hadn't walked away when he did, Jerod would have made some snide remark, and he wasn't about to let him get away with it. So, Tanner intended to kick Jerod's ass for something he might have said if he'd had the chance. Yeah, something he didn't do, but could have done. Leave it to Tanner to take offense with something that hadn't happened. "Track him down for me, Charlie" he said. "Find out where I can meet him one on one." So, I did. I checked around and found out that Jerod was a part time employee at 'Ralph's Burger Chef'. "Yeah, he's working tonight" I said to Tanner. As usual in the afternoon, we had stripped down to our underwear and we had played 'Call To Duty: Modern Warfare' on the X-box. I had made dinner for both of us again, and now I was lying on the bed and Tanner was in the beanbag chair. And as usual, he was playing with his dick through those skimpy bikini's he wore. Darrell wasn't here and it was clear that Tanner was getting horny, so I knew he might want me to blow him pretty soon. I knew he wouldn't fuck me yet, because I was still sore from my beating. But I wanted it. I also wanted to suck him. I'd been looking forward to it all day. And this time, come hell or high water, I was going to deep throat him some more. I'd already done it, but I needed the practice. I had to get to the point where I wasn't on the verge of choking all the time. I was going to make this blowjob so good that Tanner'd never want anyone else. "Tonight?" Tanner asked. "Till when." "Sue said he works till ten" I said. "Okay, we'll go at ten" Tanner said. So here we were. Jerod didn't drive yet so I knew he'd be walking home. Jerod came walking down the street as we approached him. Jerod wasn't big like Jim because he was only a wide receiver, but he was built, with a hard-muscled body. Coach Ratell was a stickler for all the football players spending time in the weight room. In fact, he had hired Tommy to work with the team in the weight room. "Hey, Jerod. My man" Tanner said jovially. "How ya doin?" "Hey, Tanner" Jerod said nervously. "What's up?" "You're up, Jerod. You're up" Tanner said. Jerod was a football player and was used to people kowtowing to him, so of course he had a chip on his shoulder. "What's that supposed to mean?" he said with a sneer. "The word going around is that you have a problem with me, Jerod" Tanner said. "Is that true?" "Hey man, if I have a problem with you, you'll know it" he said brazenly. Yes, Jerod had a chip on his shoulder, but he really wasn't very bright. As a football player he was built, but as a running back he wasn't particularly big, at least not at sixteen years of age. If he had any sense he would have noticed how much bigger Tanner was than him. And he would have seen that Tanner was solid muscle, and he would have known of his reputation for being a fighter. Tanner laughed. "Well, that clears that up" he said. "Now, let's see if we can solve that problem." He grabbed his shirt and pulled it off and tossed it to me. "Let's see what you've got, Jer." Jerod looked shocked. This was going way too fast for him. "Hey, man" he said. "Come-on, Jer. Show me what you've got" Tanner repeated. I said Jerod wasn't too bright because his cocky attitude didn't allow for him to back down. He was so cocky he couldn't imagine anyone being able to beat him. "Okay, man, okay" Jerod said as he pulled his own shirt off and tucked it into his belt. Jerod looked damn good, but he simply didn't have the muscle that Tanner had. They were the same 5'10" height but Jerod probably weighed 175 while Tanner weighed in at 210. He raised his fists and went at Tanner. Tanner lunged, pushing the fists aside, and grabbed him around the waist. Then swinging him around, he literally threw him into the air, one handed. Well, it looked like one handed. Jerod landed on his back with an 'Oooof' while Tanner just laughed. "That's it, Jer. Show me what you've got." Jerod jumped up and went after him again. Tanner ducked and Jerod grabbed him in a head lock. Or he thought he did. Tanner grabbed his butt with one hand and jerked him up off his feet, pulling loose from the headlock, and lifted him almost overhead. Then he simply dropped him. Jerod landed with another 'Oooof'. He just lay there for a moment on his stomach, obviously stunned. Tanner walked over and grabbed his shoulder and rolled him over. "Come on, man. We're just getting warmed up." Jerod looked up at him in anger. No fear. Not yet anyway. Leaping up he reached to grab Tanner, but Tanner simply grabbed his arm, swung him around and grabbed him by his belt, and lifted him. Can you imagine such strength? He swung Jerod out in front of him and then swung him around like a top around a couple times with one hand holding him by his belt. When he let go Jerod landed on his head and shoulder and was stunned. He just lay there dumbstruck and confounded as Tanner laughed at him. When he finally looked up I could see that there was fear in his eyes. Hearing Tanner's laughter, Jerod was coming to the realization that Tanner was just playing. Then Tanner confirmed it. "Come-on, man" Tanner laughed. "It's playtime. Get up. This is fun." No leaping to his feet this time, but Jerod did get up. He held his hands in front of him, his palms open in defeat. "Listen, Tanner" he said, beginning to plead. "Listen. I'm sorry. I didn't .... I didn't .... I didn't mean nothin." Tanner just stood there with this big grin on his face. "So, you do have a problem with me?" Tanner grinned. "No, man. No. Not at all. Come-on, man. I'm sorry. I didn't ...." Then he stopped, literally speechless, as Tanner performed a double bicep pose, showing his magnificent arms and upper body. "This is what you're fighting, babe" he laughed. "These muscles are having a good time." He took a step forward and Jerod jumped back in fear. Oh, yeah, fear. He was definitely afraid. Tanner faked a move to the right, and as Jerod reacted, he grabbed him by the crotch and the shoulder and jerked him up in the air. He quickly performed an overhead press, showing his enormous strength. Holding him there for only a split second and then let him down. He didn't actually drop him this time, but Jerod landed with a `oooof' anyway. `YEEAAH' Tanner laughed with pleasure as he looked down at Jerod who was not moving. I could see that Jerod was really scared now, and was gasping madly for breath. "Please, Tanner. No more" he whispered. "Please, no more." "You submit?" Tanner asked as looked down at him. "Yes, Tanner. Yes" Jerod pleaded. "Please, yes. I submit." Tanner raised his foot and rubbed it across Jerod's face, smearing dirt across his forehead, his nose, and his cheek. "Tell me again, babe" Tanner chuckled. "You submit?" "Yes, Tanner, yes. I submit." Tanner dropped down to one knee and grabbed Jerod by the chin. "Submit to me, babe" he said, "before I decide to hurt you." "I SUBMIT, TANNER" he yelled. "I SUBMIT!" "Good boy" Tanner said. "Now, get up. You and me are going to get to know each other." Jerod just stared at him for a moment, and then, still trying to get his breath back, he dragged himself up to his knees. "Get me his belt, Charlie" Tanner said. I just looked at him for a moment wondering why, and then, coming to my senses I jumped to obey, and hoped Tanner didn't notice my hesitation. It was certainly not up to me to question why Tanner wanted something. What mattered was that I do what I was told and do it immediately. I unfastened and removed Jerod's belt and handed it to Tanner. Jerod was still too groggy to even notice. Tanner stepped forward and fastened it around Jerod's neck and pulled it snug, like a leash. "Come on, puppy. Let's go" he said as he pulled on the leash, pulling Jerod to his feet. I felt a hot flash shoot through my body right out to the end of my dick. That was so fuckin hot, Tanner leading Jerod on a leash. It was only three blocks to my house. Halfway there, Jerod, now pretty much recovered, tried to get away, but Tanner simply twisted his arms behind his back and jerked them up forcing a screaming Jerod up on his tiptoes. Tanner doesn't do anything half way so I knew why Jerod was screaming. "Go ahead and fight, sweetheart" Tanner murmured in his ear, as Jared's scream turned to a whimper. "I'm enjoying it." "Please, Tanner" Jerod whined. "For god's sake. Please stop." "Behave" was all Tanner said, but holding the leash with his left hand, he gave him a good slap on the ass with his right. He kept his hand there, on Jerod's ass, all the rest of the way to my house. Jerod was completely docile. When we arrived at my house, Tanner literally dragged Jerod up to my bedroom. Pushing him to the floor on his stomach, Tanner put his knee in his back, grabbed his arms and started twisting them. "Tanner?" Jerod said in shock. "What?" Tanner gave his arms a jerk. "Yeeaaaoooh" Jerod screamed in pain. "I wanna hear you submit, boy or I'm gonna break your arms" he growled. "I SUBMIT, I SUBMIT, I SUBMIT" Jerod screamed. "Damn it, Tanner, I told you. I submit." "You're gonna do whatever the fuck I tell you to do, aren't you?" Tanner snapped at him. "Yes, Tanner. Yes", Jerod pleaded. "Please, yes." "God damn wimp" Tanner murmured under his breath as Jerod lay there panting. "I ain't even warmed up yet." The grin was gone, and so was his fun so I knew he was disappointed. He told me that as much as he loved kicking guy's asses, he could never find anybody to give him a decent workout. "Let's get you naked, boy" he said after a moment. "I wanna see what I've got." Jerod simply lay there on the floor without reacting while Tanner grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him to his knees. Then, with an arm under his legs and one under his back, Tanner lifted him up, took three steps over and dropped him on the bed. I swear, Tanner was taking absolute delight in throwing Jerod around with seemingly no effort whatsoever. "Charlie" Tanner said, and I jumped to help. Jerod just lay there totally drained, seemingly unaware of what was going on. I jerked his shoes off and then his socks, while Tanner unfastened his jeans. I stepped back as Tanner grabbed his pant legs and jerked his pants off. `Oh, shit' I said to myself because Jerod was wearing baggy boxer shorts, and I knew how much Tanner hated them. "God damn boxers" Tanner growled as he grabbed Jerod's underwear and ripped them to shreds, leaving the tatters hanging from the waistband. Jerod was now naked except for the tatters of his underwear. Tanner rolled him over on his belly and lay down right on top of him and started whispering into his ear. "You belong to me, babe" he whispered. "You'll do whatever the fuck I want you to do, won't you?" Then Jerod said: "Tanner, listen ...." And I thought `Oh no'. The kid was too stupid to realize he was defeated, and I knew Tanner was going to be pissed. And he was. "You little son-of-a-bitch" he said. "You don't know what submit means?" Tanner pulled the belt tight, very tight, around his neck. "Wait, wait, Tanner" Jerod started to say, but then it turned into a gargle, 'aaakkk' as Tanner strangled him. Tanner then rolled over dragging Jerod with him pulling him on top. "Gaaack, gaaack" Jerod squawked as Tanner crushed his neck. "You little shit. I'll teach you what submit means" Tanner snapped at him. Jerod was pulling madly at the belt but to no effect. His face was red and was beginning to turn purple. I got scared. That belt was really strangling him. "Tanner, please" I said as I stepped over to the bed. He seemed oblivious, so I yelled: "TANNER, STOP." He may decide to beat me senseless for this but I had to stop him. He looked at me and smiled. Okay, he knew what he was doing. He loosened the belt and Jerod started gasping for breath, but I think he was damn near unconscious. "Did you yell at me, Charlie?" Tanner asked. I turned white as the blood drained from my face. "Please, Tanner ...." I started to say. Hell yes I was afraid. I knew Tanner might decide to beat me to a pulp. "Don't worry about it, Charlie" he said and smiled. "We'll talk about it later." I gasped in relief, temporary relief anyway, since he said `later'. I knew I was in trouble because not for a minute did I think he'd forget it and let me off the hook. Jerod was only now beginning to come to his senses and get his breath back as Tanner got up and stood next to the bed. "Did you submit to me, baby?" Tanner said sweetly as he smiled down into Jerod's eyes. Have you heard of an evil smile? Well that was it and Jerod knew it. He opened his eyes wide and looked up in absolute horror. I think it was horror. But, maybe ...., just maybe ...., a bit of acceptance. Not only submission but the admission of Tanner's superiority. "P-p-please, Tanner" he stuttered in fear. "Please. I'm defeated, Tanner, I submit. Please stop. Please." Tanner snapped his fingers at me and pointed down at his feet. I was well aware what that meant, and I jumped to obey his unsaid command. After I removed his shoes and socks, I looked up at him and he nodded, so I undid his belt and shorts and pulled them down. After he nodded again, I pulled his bikini down and off. Standing there in the nude in all his muscular glory, Tanner performed the front double bicep pose, crunching his massive biceps forcing them up into tightly defined mountains of muscle. As always, I was awestruck, and I could see that Jerod was too. Tanner followed that pose with the front lat spread, and then on through a half a dozen other poses showing off his stupendous physique. Tanner was never shy about showing off his body, but I'd never seen him put on a show like this, and with his super hard dick sticking out. My mouth was hanging open and I was completely astonished, and there was no doubt that Jerod was every bit as astonished as I was. And that look on his face had changed again. Not horror now and not fear, but what looked like respect and maybe fascination. There was no doubt in my mind that Jerod was enthralled by Tanner's extreme dominance and amazing physique. And his little prick was standing up like a post just like mine was. And, I took notice, he wasn't any bigger than me either, less than six inches. Without a word, Tanner walked over to the bed, put his hand behind Jerod's head and pulled him into his dick. And without a sound, Jerod opened his mouth as Tanner pushed his dick in. Tanner just stood there with his hand holding Jerod's head, as Jerod started sucking. It was obvious Jerod knew what he was doing, because with a little help from Tanner's hand, he started bobbing his head back and forth as he sucked. I knew that Tanner got really hot and turned on when he kicked a guy's ass, so I suspected he was probably ready to blow already. And I was not far from wrong. Still standing still, he got a good grip on Jerod's neck and started pulling his head back and forth, gradually speeding up as he went. Jerod was lying on his side on the bed as Tanner started jerking his head back and forth, and as he speeded up he began to jerk Jerod's whole upper body. Tanner wasn't forcing him to deep throat, but he was taking a healthy portion of the ten-inch whanger with each thrust. I could see now, as Tanner started jerking Jerod back and forth violently, that he was oblivious to Jerod and me and the room and everything, totally focused on the feeling in his dick. Jerod's face was red as he was violently jerked back and forth, but he wasn't fighting the action. No, he wasn't fighting at all, in fact, he had reached out and grabbed Tanner's ass with his hand. Then Tanner howled. "Yeeeaaaoooh" as he crammed Jerod's face into his crotch, forcing his ten-inch monster deep into Jerod's throat. Holding him there for one long second, he jerked him back and rammed him in again. "Yeeeaaaoooh" he yelled again as he fired his first shot. Jerod's face was red, and his eyes were bugged out and he looked totally frantic. But Tanner didn't give a shit as he threw his head back in ecstasy and howled again. He must have held Jerod there for another full second before he let go and Jerod jerked his head back and started gasping. Tanner grabbed his dick and just held it as it spurted his spunk over and over onto the bed and into Jerod's face. With one final grope, I started shooting my own load. I hadn't even realized that I was still dressed but had unzipped and pulled my dick out. But this was so fuckin hot, how could I help it. Jerod was still gasping for breath as Tanner finally stepped back from the bed. He had a great big grin on his face as he looked at Jerod lying there looking up at him. "That was hot, baby" he said grinning broadly. "Really hot." Then I saw what he was looking at. A puddle of cum on the bed next to Jerod's belly; Jerod had blown his load as well. And then surprise of surprises, Jerod smiled. I couldn't believe it, Jerod smiled at Tanner. Tanner reached down and scooped up some of the cum off of Jerod's face and pushed it into his mouth. Jerod swallowed it and then licked off Tanner's fingers. "Jim ever do this to you, baby?" Tanner asked softly as he fed him some more cum. "N-No, Tanner. No" Jerod whispered. "He .... He ...." He gulped. "I .... I .... I wanted him to" he said. Tanner laughed. "Yeah, baby. You like it rough" he said. "You like it the way Tanner gives it." Jerod looked up at him with a smile on his face. And something else. I had to think about it for a minute. Hero-worship. Yes, hero-worship. I'll be damned, but I think Jerod was in love. Sliding off the bed onto his knees, Jerod leaned forward and, looking up into Tanner's eyes, took his dick in his mouth. licking up any remaining jism. Then he spoke: "I love it when you call me, baby, Tanner." I was shocked. Horrified. Flabbergasted. And hurt. My feelings. My feelings were hurt. Just what I didn't need, another hunk fighting me for Tanner's attention. And right now, he was getting Tanner's total attention, because Tanner pulled him to his feet and into a kiss, a long drawnout spit exchanging French kiss, that went on and on and on. Tanner had forgotten that I was even there. I was simply shocked. How could this happen to me? And how did Tanner do this? Did he turn guys gay just by his brutal force and his amazing personality or were they that way before he got to them? So far, he was batting 100% on the guys he'd picked to fuck. Either he was capable of turning straight guys into gay guys right on the spot, or his gaydar was incredibly accurate. I can only say that he must have known that all of these guys were gay before he went after them. But I sure didn't know it. They all wanted him, and they were all seemingly falling in love with him. Weren't there any straight guys around whom he could fuck who wouldn't fall in love with him? It wasn't fuckin fair. It wasn't fair to me. I went over and sat in the beanbag chair as Tanner pushed Jerod back on the bed and lay on top of him, with their legs dangling over the side. For the nest fifteen minutes or so they just lay there necking up a storm. As I watched, my eyes began to fill with tears, so finally I couldn't even see them. I was crushed. I turned away and just lay there in the beanbag chair weeping softly. Time went by but I was totally unaware. I was totally enclosed in my own little world and didn't even want to know what was happening around me. I think Tanner said my name once, but I didn't hear what he said. Finally, I felt Tanners arms around me as he lifted me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed. He picked up a tissue from the bedside and wiped my tears away and then lay down right on top of me. I noticed that Jerod was gone, and the room was dark except for the bedside lamp. I guess it was late, very late. Holding himself up on his elbows with his face inches from mine he gave me a big smile. "You know I love you, babe" he said. "You are so fuckin cute." He gave me a peck on the nose. "You're even cuter when you're jealous." Sticking out his tongue he gave my nose a lick. And now he laughed, and I couldn't help but smile at him. How could I not? He was so gorgeous. He was so wonderful. I raised my head trying to kiss him, but he backed away, not letting me do it. He just stayed there looking into my eyes with that awesome smile on his face. "Please fuck me, Master" I whispered to him, looking into his dazzlingly beautiful face. "Please." "Not until those bruises heal up" he said, and now he gave me a quick kiss. "We'll get to it." Then he rolled over next to me and turned off the lamp. Putting his arm around my neck he pulled me over on my side against him. My left hand strayed over onto his bulging pectoral. Within seconds he was breathing deeply, asleep next to me in my own bed. I can't even describe the warm feeling I got because he'd never slept with me before, and I actually began to tear up again. Yes, I was tearing up, but this time they were tears of gratitude. My lover was here sleeping next to me in my own bed. I was so much in love. 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Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2023 12:28:54 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter two This story has romance and sexual domination among concenting young men, high school students. It is for your personal use only and any transfer to another site is prohibited without consent. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Two So, yeah, I was falling in love with Tanner. Like hell I was. I wasn't falling, I'd already fallen over the cliff. I was madly in love. Tanner was so fuckin perfect in every way, beautiful body, beautiful face, and so dominant and powerful. And he liked me! He liked me! I was just a wuss, a nobody, a weakling and he was a god. Damn right he was a god. We were about the same age, but he was so strong and so muscular; he probably outweighed me by sixty pounds. And I know I'm damn lucky that he latched on to me to be his friend. He said I was his number one bro, and we're together all the time. Alright, so I'm his puppy, tagging along after him all the time, but that's fine. With a guy like Tanner anybody'd be thrilled to be his puppy. I sure am, and I know I'm damn lucky. The only thing I have going for me is my pretty face, but that gives me a certain amount of popularity. The girls at school are wild about me and everybody says I'm good looking, even Tanner. Tanner says .... Well, he says that .... Actually, he said he liked looking at my `pretty face' when I was sucking him. Seeing me with his dick in my mouth. So, yeah, I sucked him. The most exciting thing in my life was when I sucked him. But Tanner is a Bully. Bully with a capitol B. I was in love with a Bully. Yes, he's slapped me around some, and when he's in a bad mood he can treat me like shit, but other times he is so warm and loving that he takes my breath away. Yesterday, when I sucked him, it was unquestionably the most exciting event of my entire life. Looking up at him when I was sucking and seeing that awesome look of bliss on his face brought tears to my eyes. I love him so fuckin much. Jesus, I can't believe I'm so much in love. ✽✽✽ Tanner was still having Darrell bring his pack by in the afternoon. Today, just like yesterday, when we opened the door, Darrell was startled by seeing Tanner in all his muscular glory, damn near naked, his half hard prick being barely held in by a tiny white nearly invisible bikini. He took a quick look up and down and gulped and then looked down at the floor in deference. Seeing Tanner's near naked build was a sight to behold for anybody at any time, but for Darrell, seeing those massive muscles in the flesh had to be a reminder of how Tanner had calmly manhandled him and kicked the shit out of him as if it were playtime. Darrell just stood there looking down, not moving, obviously nervous. "Come in" Tanner said. Darrell stepped in and automatically handed Tanner's backpack to me, but as he did, Tanner yanked his hair and dragged him down into a headlock. "HEY" Darrell yelled in shock. "WHAT?" He didn't have a chance to say anything else as Tanner began choking him, putting on the pressure. Not just choking him, but grinding his neck between his body and his massive 17-inch biceps. "Aaaaak" Darrell squawked as his neck was being crushed. He tried to push Tanner away, but that was ridiculous and totally futile because there was no way he was going to get away from Tanner until Tanner wanted him to get away. "Fuckin punk" Tanner snarled but when I looked at his face, I saw a big smile. He was enjoying the hell out of this. "Fuckin pipsqueak." He laughed aloud now as he ground Darrell's neck under his massive arm. Darrell was trying to say something, probably pleading for Tanner to let him go, but it just came out as a croak. Tanner headed across the room and up the stairs, pulling Darrell along, partially walking, partially being dragged as he continued to demolish his neck under his arm. He was exulting all the way. I followed along as he dragged Darrell into my bedroom and then dropped him on the floor. Darrell was groaning and started desperately gasping for breath as he put his hands to his sore neck. Tanner stepped over him straddling his body, and just looked down at his victim with that big grin on his face. I watched in awe at Tanner's easy control of the wrestling hunk, and I could only wonder what he was going to do to him next. Darrell was looking up at him with a look of total shock and horror. It just amazed me how fucking dominant Tanner really was, the way he could take total control of a guy like this and make him beg and crawl. Tanner just stood there with his hands on his hips, looking totally arrogant as he watched Darrell gasping and moaning. It was several minutes before Darrell could even talk. "Tanner" he croaked, barely able to get the word out. "Please ..." he pleaded desperately, as tears began to show in his eyes. "Please, Tanner." "You still my punk, boy?" Tanner asked, with that grin going on and on. "Huh? You my punk?" "Yes, Tanner. Yes," Darrell moaned, knowing he had to give Tanner what he wanted. "I'm still your punk." What else could he say, with that nearly naked muscle kid standing over him, grinning at him with probable evil thoughts going through his head? "Kiss my feet" Tanner ordered. Darrell was lying on his back with Tanner straddling his waist. Realizing he'd better do what he was told, he rolled over and got on his knees, but then had to crawl forward, out from under Tanner, and turn around. Tanner just watched, his hands on his hips as Darrell bent down and kissed each of his feet. "Lick `em a little and rub your nose against them" Tanner ordered. Darrell did what he was told, starting to lick and rub his nose back and forth against Tanner's feet. No argument, no backtalk, just heartfelt obedience. "Good, boy. Keep it up" Tanner said, and Darrell kept licking. "Since you're my punk, that means I'm your Master. Is that okay? You want me to be your Master? You wanna call me Master?" At this point it didn't matter what Tanner said, Darrell was going to say yes. Without stopping his licking he mumbled. "Yes, Tanner, yes. Whatever you say." "What did you say?" Tanner growled as he reached down, grabbed Darrell's hair and jerked his head up. "You listening to me you little fucker. What did you call me?" Looking into Tanner's angry face, it took only a moment for Darrell to figure out what he had done wrong. "Master," he blurted out. "Yes, Master. You're my Master." Tanner hesitated for just a second, and then laughed aloud in pleasure at Darrell's quick, almost desperate response. He fluffed his hand through Darrell's hair a few times, petting him. Can you see how volatile Tanner was? Can you see why I must be so careful when I'm around him? He went from laughing and having fun, too intense anger at Darrell's mistake, and back to the laughing, all in just a matter of seconds. "Good, boy" Tanner said cheerfully. "My good little slave boy. Get back down there slave boy." I wasn't quite sure if I understand what Tanner meant by saying Darrell was going to be his lackey. Evidently being a lackey and being a slave were the same thing. Tanner gave him a couple minutes and then grabbed his hair, forcing Darrell to crawl, as he dragged him over to the beanbag chair. "Don't stop, slave boy" he said as he lay back in the chair, "but start sucking. I want you to suck my toes. Lift my foot so you can look me in the face." Darrell lifted one of Tanner's legs, and taking a toe in his mouth, looked up at Tanner's grinning face. I couldn't believe how acquiescent Darrell was being. I know Tanner had stomped the shit out of him the other day, but even so .... Actually, at the time I wondered why he continued to stomp Darrell, even after he'd submitted over and over again. When I asked him, he said: `if you do it right the first time, you only have to do it once'. Now I was seeing the proof of the pudding. Darrell was being perfectly docile and subservient. Tanner had already told me that he had got lots of people acquainted with his power and control, as well as his dick back where he used to live. He said he was an expert at `acquainting' people with his obvious superiority and his sexual prowess. Well, he was clearly showing he was an expert alright, because with almost no effort at all he had hunky Darrell slavishly crawling for him and worshiping him. Royally kicking the shit out of him first and putting the fear of god in him, was obviously the perfect first step in the making of a slave. "You like sucking on your master's toes, slave boy?" Tanner chuckled, looking Darrell in the eye. "I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you like sucking my toes." Darrell was being completely obedient, but I noticed there were tears now dripping down his cheeks. Tanner was totally humiliating him and enjoying the hell out of it, but Darrell must have really been hurting inside. I mean, how much humiliation could a guy take? "I like sucking your toes" Darrell said clearly. "Good boy" Tanner laughed. "But I'll bet you even love it. Tell me you love it and call me Master." "I love sucking your toes, Master" Darrell mumbled. Tanner laughed. "Keep looking at me, slave boy" he said, almost cracking up with laughter. "Look me in the eye. Show me how much you love worshiping me." Obviously, Tanner was totally turned on to controlling and humiliating a guy because his dick was forcing his bikini out like a tent, and he seemed to be having the time of his life. Of course, the more he laughed, the more humiliating it was for Darrell. Tanner gave him a good five minutes on each foot, having him lick every inch. He'd been walking around the house barefoot, so he had Darrell pay attention to his soles. He just lay there with this huge grin on his face, having a great time. "Okay, slave boy" he finally said. "Tell me once more how much you love worshiping my feet." "I love licking your feet" Darrell said obediently. "Worship" Tanner said, correcting him. "I love worshiping your feet" Darrell said dutifully. "I bet you want to worship the rest of me too, don't you?" he chuckled. "Don't you?" "Ahhh .... ahhh ...." Darrell murmured, trying to figure out how to answer that. "I .... ahhh .... ahhh .... Master. Whatever you say, Master." I thought that was a safe answer, and evidently Tanner thought so too. "Okay, get out of here" he said gruffly. "You don't have to come over in the morning. Charlie's going to carry my bag, so I'll see you at school. See me after second period. Charlie, show him out." I had been sitting at the desk, but I got up as Darrell headed for the door. "Wait!" Tanner snarled angrily. "Did you forget something? Something I taught you yesterday." I looked at Tanner's face and he was clearly angry. I couldn't believe how quickly his mood could change. It took him only seconds from cheerful to being totally pissed. Darrell's face went white when he saw that anger on Tanner's face. I could see he was terrified. But he was quick on the draw and figured out immediately what he had done wrong. "Thank you, Tanner. (gasp) I mean, thank you, Master" he blurted out. "Get the fuck over here on your knees" Tanner thundered at him. Without hesitation, and obviously fearful, Darrell scurried over and got back on his knees in front of Tanner. Tanner sat up in the chair and just glared at him for maybe a whole minute. A whole minute is a long time when you're terrified, and I could see Darrell shaking and his tears starting again. After that long pause, Tanner reached up and slapped him, hard. Darrell howled: `yeeeaaaoooh'. "Tell me you're sorry, you little shit" Tanner growled. "I'm sorry" Darrell uttered instantly, putting his hand to his face. "I'm sorry, Master." "Now thank me again and do it properly." "Yes, Master" Darrell said, his mind churning, trying to figure out what he needed to say. "Thank you, Master. Ahhh .... thank you, ahhh .... thank you for letting me worship you. Ahhh .... Master." "Better" Tanner said. "But here's a new rule. You gotta kiss my crotch when you thank me." Darrell just looked at him stupefied as Tanner reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair. Tanner just held him there for ten or fifteen seconds, staring into his terrified eyes. Then, with a look of determination, he slowly, very slowly, pulled Darrell down to his crotch. Inch by inch by inch, with Darrell's eyes wide open, almost bugging out. Tanner had hardly touched his crotch at all when Darrell was worshiping his feet, but he had stayed almost fully hard the whole time anyway. And Tanner being hard in that bikini was a sight to behold. "Kiss" Tanner said simply. Having seen the terror showing in Darrell's eyes I knew there would be no objection, and there wasn't. He kissed Tanner's barely covered prick. "Louder" Tanner said. "I want to hear it." Darrell kissed him once more, this time with an audible smack. "That's more like it" Tanner said as he pulled Darrell's head up by his hair and looked him in the eye again. He just held him there for a few seconds, looking into his eyes, and then slapped him. Darrell was stoic this time and didn't yell, but I know it hurt. "Now, you do it" Tanner ordered him. Darrell obediently bent down, gave Tanner's bikini covered cock a kiss, and raised back up, looking at Tanner with fearful eyes. "Say it" Tanner snapped at him. "Thank you, Master" Darrell said contritely, hoping he was now off the hook. "Don't you forget again," Tanner growled. "Now get the hell out of here." Darrell got up and hurried out the door with me following. When I got back to the room Tanner hadn't moved but was lying back in the chair with his eyes closed and gently massaging his crotch. "Come here, Charlie" he said softly. I walked over and got on my knees. I mean, why else would he call me over, except to get on my knees. There was a long pause while Tanner just lay there with his eyes closed. Then he put his hands behind his head, impressing me as always, with those bulging biceps. "Playing with Darrell got me all hot, Charlie. You want to do something about that?" He said: `playing with Darrell', but that's what it was with Tanner. We were just playthings for him. Beating guys up, humiliating them and using them for his pleasure was just playtime for Tanner. We were just his toys, here for his entertainment. And for Tanner, it was always playtime. "Get my bikini off and chow down on my prick. Let's see if you've gotten any better at sucking since yesterday." So, I got busy. Getting his bikini off and getting down between his legs, I looked up into his face. God, he looked terrific. He looked beautiful. He was a beautiful man. With his eyes closed and completely relaxed and those biceps of his bulging even in repose, he looked like a supermodel. But a supermodel never had big slabs of pectoral muscle and super defined riged abs like he did. Tanner was simply magnificent. Putting my hands on his massive thighs to hold me I started by licking up and down his fully hard prick, just like yesterday. He said playing with Darrell had made him hot and that was certainly true because his prick was bobbing up and down against his abs. I figured he didn't want me to use my hands, but it wasn't practical for me to get it in my mouth without them, so I grabbed on and bent it down to my face. Looking up into his eyes I gave the head a kiss. A momentary smile came and went across his face. He was hot and ready and so was I. I ain't dumb so I know what deep throating is all about, but I'm not sure how to go about it. But I was damn well going to try. He came off with a gusher in my mouth yesterday, so he liked what I did, but now he wanted to know if I could do better. I was damn well going to give it my best shot. I took it in my mouth. God, I loved the feel of its spongy hardness. I swirled my tongue around it a few times and then tried to take more. I figured I'd taken almost half of it yesterday, so I knew what I had to do to take more. Opening my mouth wide I pushed, allowing the dick to force its way back into my mouth. I went as far as I could, so it was right up against my throat and I was trying my damnedest to keep from choking, and I realized I was nowhere near taking all of his dick. There was no way anyone could take all that dick in their mouth. There was no way I could ever swallow every bit of this monster. I started sucking the six or seven inches I had in my mouth. "That's alright baby. You'll get there. Practice makes perfect" I heard Tanner whisper. I looked up at him and saw him looking at me with that pervasive grin on his face. "God, you look beautiful down there with my dick in your mouth." I'm beautiful, he said. I felt a warm glow throughout my body. And here we go with that instant feeling of total love. I know my face got red from the intense feelings that shot through me. I never knew how fierce the feelings of love could be. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and forced as much dick into my mouth as was humanly possible. It jammed against my throat and entered slightly, but I started choking and had to pull back. I pulled back and then tried again with the same result. I couldn't do it. I felt tears come to my eyes. "I'm sorry, Tanner" I mumbled as I pulled back gasping for breath. "I'm sorry." "Don't worry, baby" he said. "You'll get there." He reached down and fluffed my hair. "Now make it good for me, baby. Make me feel good." So, I tried my damnedest to make it feel good for him. Sucking and licking and bobbing up and down on it, and occasionally taking it right up to the choking point. It was finally feeling comfortable; not the deep throating but the sucking. I felt like I knew what I was doing. After all, this was only the second blowjob I'd ever given. After ten minutes or so Tanner spoke: "Speed up, baby. I'm getting there." I looked up and saw he had his eyes closed, but his mouth was open, and his massive chest was moving up and down with quick breaths. I redoubled my efforts and started bobbing up and down as fast as I could manage. "Ohhh, ohhh ohhh" Tanner muttered, and I felt his hand on the back of my head. He was there. He was about to cum. Then without warning, he jacked his hips up and pushed down hard on my head, pushing every damn inch of his monster prick right down into my gullet, with my face jammed against his pubes. My eyes must have bugged right out of my head as I started choking uncontrollably. Luckily, he didn't hold me there but let me go immediately. I had to pull completely off of his cock to try to control my choking, but as I did I felt the first spurt of Tanner's cum shoot into my face. I looked and saw that he had grabbed his dick and was aiming it at my face as he shot again. This time it hit me right in the eye, and I quickly closed them. I was hacking and coughing as I felt his cum splatter all over my face. I was taking huge, massive breaths trying to get myself under control as his ejaculation seemed to be going on and on forever. As I finally started to recover I felt his hand take hold of my hair holding my head steady, and then he started rubbing his monster dick all over my face. "You were supposed to swallow it" he said softly as he laughed. "Since you didn't, I'm going to paint your face with it." He kept smearing his cum all over my face with his dick. I couldn't open my eyes because he had got me with his cum, but I was exulting inside. He was happy with me. He liked it. And now I knew the true meaning behind deep throat. After Tanner went home I looked at myself in the mirror, a look of exuberant joy on my face. His drying cum was still there and I never wanted to wash my face again. How many times could I tell myself I was in love? Happiness just washed over my face and I think I just glowed. I guess there was no limit to the number of times I could tell myself I was in love. I reluctantly washed my face and went to bed. ✽✽✽ As usual in the afternoon we were in my bedroom talking. Tanner was lying back in the beanbag chair while I was lying on the bed. I had stripped down to my jockeys as required but Tanner was naked today. He was naked because Darrell was down between his legs, lapping away at his balls. Yup, believe it, he was. There was no after school practice today, so Tanner had brought Darrell along and had him carry our packs. Yeah, I admit it, Darrell was carrying my pack as well. Okay, so Darrell was a hunk and a wrestler and could have stomped me like a bug, but as long as he was under Tanner's control and I was under Tanners protection, there seemed to be no reason that I shouldn't take advantage of the situation. I mean, Tanner says that I'm his number one bud so why shouldn't his `acquaint' guy do stuff for me? I know I was being a prick, but how often does a skinny guy like me get waited on by a real stud like Darrell? Darrell kinda glared at me when I gave him my pack, but I grinned back at him because I knew he couldn't do anything about it. God, I loved being able to do that to a hunk. Having a musclebound best friend comes with benefits. As we entered my house, me leading, I heard an `Ooof' behind me. As I turned I saw Darrell sinking to his knees with his hands on his stomach and Tanner standing there with that pervasive grin on his face. He had evidently slammed Darrell in the stomach. Putting his hand on Darrell's face, Tanner pushed him over backwards onto the floor. Then putting his foot just below Darrell's armpit, he grabbed the arm and started to twist. "Hey" Darrell yelled. "Tanner." Then, as Tanner put on the pressure, he screamed: "Yeeeoooh, Tanner". Tanner looked like he was trying to twist his arm off. "Pleeaasse, Tanner" he screamed again. "Master" Tanner said calmly, as he gave the arm a jerk. Darrell screamed again, and then yelled: `Master', `Master', `Please, Master'. Obviously that arm twisting hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. Then Tanner let go and stepped back. Darrell pulled his arm in and grabbed on to his shoulder. "Tanner, please. That really hurt" he sobbed. Yeah, he was crying. I took note that he didn't say `Master' but Tanner didn't correct him. "Get up" was all Tanner said, and Darrell slowly got to his feet. Instantly, Tanner grabbed his other arm, gave it one hell of a twist, and slammed Darrell against the wall, right next to the door. Darrell really let out a howl this time: `Yeeeaaaoooh' Tanner" he screamed. Tanner held him there, twisting his arm viciously, and then slammed his shoulder against his back crushing him against the wall. When he let go, Darrell sank to the floor crying, holding the other shoulder. "Please, Tanner, please, Tanner, please, Tanner" he sobbed. I stood there with a shocked look on my face because I didn't know what Darrell had done to deserve this. I had no idea why Tanner was working him over. Tanner just stood there for a couple minutes, his arms crossed over his chest, while Darrell's crying changed to sobs and sniffles. He now had a frown on his face instead of a grin. "On your knees and tell me you're sorry" he said to Darrell. Darrell glanced up at him for just a second and then looked back down. Slowly he got off his butt and onto his knees at Tanner's feet. "I'm sorry, Tanner" he whimpered. "Master" Tanner said softly. "Master" Darrell sobbed. "Show me your deference" Tanner said. Darrell didn't have to think for more than a second to know what that meant. He immediately bent down and kissed Tanner's feet. His shoes actually. "What are you sorry for, slave boy" Tanner asked, keeping that frown on his face. "I .... I.... I .... I don't know, Master" Darrell sniffled and actually cringed as he looked up into Tanner's eyes. Tanner's frown immediately changed to a grin. "Good boy" he laughed as he grabbed Darrell by the shoulders and pulled him to his feet. "Good slave boy." He gave him a kiss on the forehead. Grabbing Darrell's chin and holding his face inches away with their noses almost touching he asked him: "why did I do that to you, slave boy?" Darrell was still whimpering as he looked into Tanner's eyes and smiling face. "Because .... because ...." he sniffled. "I don't know, Master." "I did it because I wanted to" Tanner said and laughed aloud. "I did it because I enjoy it." I wasn't surprised to hear that because I've said before that he's a bully. He does enjoy hurting people. "It's okay with you because it's coming from me, your Master. Right?" Darrell had quit sobbing but now, with Tanner looking at him from just inches away, he just looked shocked. "You want me to enjoy myself, don't you, slave boy?" Tanner laughed as he stuck out his tongue and gave Darrell's nose a lick. Darrell's shocked look continued but he didn't respond. Tanner turned and headed for the stairway. "Pick up those packs and get up here" he said as he climbed the stairs. So, here we were. Me on my bed in my jockey's and Tanner in the beanbag chair with Darrell licking his balls. When we got into my bedroom, Tanner had ordered Darrell to undress him, and then strip down himself, because, as Tanner said: `I like my cocksuckers in the raw". Darrell didn't even react when Tanner called him a cocksucker. He also didn't react when Tanner ordered him to get between his legs and stick his nose into his crotch. This was totally humiliating for Darrell of course and I saw he had tears in his eyes, but he never said a word. He simply obeyed. That original beating and the subsequent updates that Tanner had given him had completely broken his spirit. "This is the way I like my fuckboys' Tanner said to me as Darrell got between his legs. "Completely docile, and devoted, and totally obedient'. I was shocked, amazed, impressed, astonished, dumfounded, excited, and aroused. Yeah, aroused, turned on. I'd never seen anything so fuckin hot as seeing Tanner in one hundred percent control of a guy. A hunky guy at that, being slavishly obsequious to him. So, anyway, Tanner ordered Darrell down on his balls, and he'd been down there for about ten minutes now. The tears were still in his eyes, but he still hadn't said a word. Talk about control, Tanner was a genius. "I gotta get me some boys to `acquaint'" Tanner said to me. Tanner liked to use the word acquaint to mean conquering or dominating, or maybe just beating up. `Acquaint' in context for Tanner meant that they were under his control, and it meant that they were also under `acquaint' with his dick. "You and Darrell are coming around, but I ain't never going to be satisfied with just two fuckboys." (I was now his fuckboy?) "Back in Crystal City I had me couple dozen and I was finding new stuff all the time." "You've only been here a few weeks" I said. "Besides, what if your father finds out." "Fuck my father" he growled. "I've made the move and I ain't stopping until I get me a god damn stable of fuck boys, just like before. I don't give a fuck what my father thinks. There ain't no way I can live like this." Leave it to me to be helpful. "How about those three guys you beat up before Darrell?" "Those little shits?" he said. "I don't know why I bothered with them, scrawny little fuckers. My fuckboys got to be worth looking at. I don't want to watch some fat slob or some beanpole motherfucker sucking on my cock. Fat and skinny and ugly are out. My specialty is pretty boys, and muscle boys" he laughed. "Yeah, there ain't nothing like getting a pretty muscle boy into `acquaint' with my fists and my cock." "But me ..." I started to say. "You're a skinny runt, but at least you've got a pretty face. You look good down there with my cock in your face" he laughed, looking over at me. I suppose I turned red in embarrassment. But admittedly there was some pride there as well. I liked it when he said that. "Darrell here is almost perfect" he said. "Not only pretty but well-built as well, a perfect fuckboy" he said reaching down and giving Darrell a couple easy slaps to the cheek. "Ain't you baby" he said, laughing. "You're my hunky cocksucker ain't you?" Darrell was looking into Tanner's eyes with those tears still there, but he didn't say anything, and he didn't stop licking Tanner's balls. I took another good look at Darrell, and I could tell that the fear was gone. Yeah, he wasn't afraid anymore. His eyes still looked a little glassy, but he wasn't crying anymore. What I actually saw was: I don't know, maybe respect? Was that a look of admiration on Darrell's face? Was he beginning to admire Tanner for his power and strength? It was beginning to look like it and I didn't like it. Tanner reached down and grabbed Darrell by the hair and pulled his head up. "I asked you a question, fuckboy. I asked you if you were my hunky cocksucker." Tanner just held him there waiting for an answer. "Yes, sir" Darrell murmured hesitantly. "Ahhh .... yes, Master." "Say it" Tanner ordered him. "I'm your hunky cocksucker, Master" Darrell dutifully quoted. "You think you're a hunk?" Tanner asked with a grin. "Only if you say so, Master" Darrell said, and I swear for a second he had a smile on his face. Maybe I imagined it, but I know it really pissed me off. "Good answer" Tanner laughed, giving him a couple friendly slaps on the cheek. "Good little cocksucker. Now get back to work and keep your eyes on me." Darrell lay back down, his hands on Tanner's massive thighs, and his face in Tanner's crotch. He stared up into Tanner's eyes over the top of Tanner's enormous hard-on as he went back to licking his ball sack. I also noticed that his hands were now moving. He was beginning to rub his hands over Tanner's muscular thighs. That pissed me off too. "How about that Rasheed kid, the bodybuilder?" Tanner asked me. "God, he's so good looking." "The black kid? The kid in our PE class?" I asked. "Yeah, him" Tanner answered. "I can barely take a shower when he's there because he turns me on so much. I have to fight to keep my dick down." "But he's so big" I said. "Those muscles of his are enormous. I'm pretty sure he's bigger than you are. He must spend his life in the weight room." "Yeah, he works out, but he doesn't wrestle" Tanner said. "In fact, he isn't into any sports that I know of. Evidently, he's only into bodybuilding. But Jesus, when he's in the shower, the way his body glistens when the water pours down those glorious muscles of his, it just drives me bonkers. I've never had a black guy, but I gotta have this one." "But he's so big" I repeated. "I even heard he was entering some bodybuilding contests. You think you could beat him?" Tanner just laughed. "Shit. Big muscles don't mean anything. I think his are just for looks anyway, but damn, they sure are worth looking at. But, guys like him don't know how to fight. I could take him down with one hand behind my back." "You think so?" I asked without thinking. Tanner looked over at me and glared. "You questioning me?" "Oh shit no" I blurted out. "Of course not, Tanner. Never, never. I know you can take him." I actually gasped because I knew Tanner's volatility, and he could be pounding me in a second. "He'd look nice down there next to Darrell, wouldn't he" he said, ignoring my comment with that pervasive grin on his face. "It would be a great contrast." "Okay, yeah, it sure would" I agreed with him in relief. "What do you think, Darrell?" Tanner asked. "Would you like Rasheed down there with you? You could duel your tongues together while licking me. That'd be fun" he chuckled. "So?" I asked. "You goin after Rasheed?" "I'm thinking about it" Tanner answered. "I'm also thinking about Jim Stanley, that football guy and also that other wrestler, Darrell's friend." "You mean Larry? Larry Stunt, the wrestler?" I asked. "He's a hunk." Tanner reached down and ruffled Darrell's hair. "Yeah, Larry. Darrell would love having his buddy down there helping him" he chuckled. "Wouldn't you, baby?" Darrell didn't respond but Tanner evidently didn't expect him to. He just kept obediently slurping on Tanner's balls. But did that son-of-a-bitch actually grin at Tanner? I wasn't sure and couldn't really tell, but he might have. "It's that linebacker that really turns me on though, that Jim Stanley" Tanner said. "I actually had a wet dream about him the other night." "You?" I said in shock. "You have wet dreams?" "Yeah" he laughed. "Jim has the cutest bubble butt I've ever seen, and I dreamed about getting my dick in there. Let me tell you, I shot a load. I can hardly wait to do it for real." "So, you've got a lot of work cut out for you" I laughed. "Rasheed and Jim and Larry." Tanner laughed along with me. "Yeah, that should keep me busy for a while. But what do you think of Mr. Carson?" "Mr. Carson, our chemistry teacher?" I asked. "Yeah. Isn't he gorgeous?" "But ...., but ...., he's our teacher" I said in surprise. "He's ...., he's ...." "So what?" Tanner said. "He may be a teacher but he's hot. You think I didn't have me a teacher back in Crystal City? Hell, I had two of them, algebra and U.S. History, who just couldn't get enough of my dick. Allen and Bill. A and B I called them." Tanner laughed aloud as he remembered past times. "They were happy to chow down on me anytime. In fact, I had them together once." "You had two teachers? Together?" I said, hardly believing but I couldn't help but join him in laughter. Tanner kept laughing. "Yeah I had the two of them, but that was my downfall because my Dad found out." "Oh fuck" I said, commiserating with him. "Tanner, you are something else." "Yeah, I am" he continued laughing. "I had me some good times in Crystal City." Then he turned his attention to Darrell. "How you doin down there, fuckboy" he asked as he fluffed Darrell's hair again. "You gettin bored?" Darrell still had his eyes glued to Tanner's face as he lapped away. "Well, I am. Get up on my dick. Start licking my dick." As I watched over the next half hour in growing anger, Tanner taught Darrell how to give him a blowjob. I knew I didn't dare say anything, but I was angry enough to chew nails. At least the motherfucker did a shit poor job and Tanner had to slap him a few times. Comments appreciated [email protected]

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Date: Wed, 7 Feb 2024 13:53:03 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter twenty-one This story contains body worship and rough sex between consenting gay men. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Twenty-pne Okay, so I got a split lip, a black eye and a big bruise on my chin. My eye wasn't that bad, it hardly swelled at all, and the black and blue didn't last long. What really hurt was my cheek, my jaw where he hit me the third time. He actually loosened a couple teeth. As you know, Jerod is all muscle and he really let me have it. "So, how is it?" Tanner asked he gave me a kiss right on the bruise. "It hurts" I said. "That asshole really let me have it." "Your eye and your lip?" "No, they're okay. it's just my chin, my cheek that hurts." "Yeah, that's one hell of a bruise. Go get that salve and I'll rub it on you." It was Friday afternoon, and I'd already had dinner and had come back up to my room. I don't know if the salve did anything, but it did seem to help with the pain. It also helped a lot that Tanner was giving me such attention. After treating my chin, Tanner lay back in the beanbag chair and I snuggled up next to him. I loved this position, his arm around me, and me able to give him soft kisses on his chest and neck and cheek. "So, what do we do about Jerod?" Tanner said. "Kill him, I suppose" I said. Okay, so I laughed, but you can imagine I wasn't particularly happy with Jerod at the moment. "He's a good fuck" Tanner said. "He's particularly slavish and fawning, and I like that in my boys." "Yeah, I know. He's a total pussy when he's with you. But that's only when he's with you." "Well, of course, all my boys are that way. They have to be stud's in the real world, I wouldn't accept anything less, but of course they're going to be pussycats when they're with me. Jerod is particularly good at it." "Maybe you can just tell him to leave me alone. He'll do it if you tell him." "Yeah, I can do that. In fact, I will do that. But that's not enough. I can't let him get away with what he did to you, and to me. He knows you're my bud, but he did it anyway. That's unacceptable." That's when I realized that Tanner felt betrayed. Obviously, Tanner knows I'm a wimp and that Jerod can tear me apart without really trying so he was not surprised that I got my butt kicked. In fact, I'm not sure it bothered him all that much that Jerod had worked me over. Not that he didn't care that I got hurt, I just think he was not particularly surprised to see a certain amount of jealousy among his minions which could lead to violence. I think he expected it and accepted it. But, it was by inference, not so much what Jerod had done to me, but what he had done to him, to Tanner, that bothered him. Since Jerod knew that I was somehow special to Tanner, and he had attacked me anyway, that was a personal affront to Tanner. That was something Tanner would not accept. I wouldn't want to be in Jerod's shoes when Tanner catches up with him. -------------- I have really been thinking about my dad. A lot. A whole lot. Tanner said I could have a puppy if I wanted. Remember? Remember when he came into by bedroom with that big grin on his face and said: 'you can have him if you want him'? He was talking about my dad. My dad the lawyer. The guy who I have hated for the past four years after he dumped me and mom, leaving us almost broke. Tanner says he can be my puppy. Is that fuckin hot or what? It's only been a few days, and I've already had four wet dreams thinking about it. Actually, that's not true. Yes, I had wet dreams, but it wasn't me treating him like a puppy, it was Tanner. Yeah, it was Tanner in my dreams. I keep reliving that image of my dad crawling around behind Tanner and licking his ass. Just about the hottest thing I've ever seen was watching Tanner with my dad; slapping him around and making him worship his ass. Not only licking and sucking his ass hole but making him beg for it and then thanking him when he was done. Fuckin hot, man. Fuckin hot. But where does that leave me? My dad wanted to boss me around, but Tanner told him he couldn't. I guess Tanner was giving me permission to treat him anyway I wanted. But, no matter what, dad and I had to talk and decide what kind of relationship we were going to have. Tanner doesn't make my dad strip down to his underwear like he does everybody else, but he does have to wear his slave collar in the house. It's not a belt anymore but a wide black leather thing. When he arrives home from work in the afternoon Tanner makes him check in and get his collar. He must ask for it and call Tanner sir, and then Tanner buckles it around his neck. The truth is, I don't see dad very much. We have a big house, and he is usually in the den which he has made into his office, and both the den and the master bedroom are on the first floor. I cook dinner every night for him and Tanner and me, but that's about the only contact we have. And to tell the truth, there has been very little conversation at the table the last four days. "You need to talk to him, Charlie" Tanner said. "You need to clear the air." We were still in the beanbag chair, me cuddled up next to him, of course. This was heaven for me. I only wish we could do it more often. "Yeah, I know I should talk to him" I answered. "But I don't know what to say. The last time we talked he was giving me orders, and I didn't like it." "I already told you he won't be giving you any more orders. Were you listening?" "I'm sorry, Tanner, of course I was. But .... But .... what else you said." "I said you could have him as your puppy if you wanted. I remember" Tanner said. "But I don't know how" I said. "I don't know if I could make him do things." "Charlie, I didn't say you should. I said you could. I am not recommending it." "Oh, you're not?" "No, I'm not. You're my bottom boy, and my best bud. But you're also my puppy" Tanner chuckled. Tanner had never said that to me before, but I liked it. I liked hearing him saying it. "I like being your puppy" I said. "Does my puppy need his own puppy?" he asked me. "No, of course not. But I thought .... I been thinking ...." Tanner laughed. "You've been dreaming; wet dreams I'll bet. You've been dreaming about making him crawl for you and doing stuff. Haven't you?" "Well, yes, kinda" I giggled. "It really makes me hot." "Kinda?" he asked. "Well, it's you. I dream about you making him do things, making him crawl and stuff. I guess I'm just watching." "You liked watching me the other day, didn't you? When I was doing your dad?" I had done that on the sly, watching from the hallway through the mirror. Luckily Tanner didn't get mad when he caught me watching. "Oh, shit yes, Tanner. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." "I liked it too" he said. "It was fun playing with him; slapping him around and humiliating him. And you know he loved it, don't you?" "Yeah, I think so. It looked to me like he was enjoying it." He just sat there thinking for a moment. "Maybe I'll do it again. What do you think? You want me to put on a show?" "Shit, yes, Tanner. I'd love it. I'd love seeing you doing him again." "When's Darrell coming over?" "Right now," I answered. "Any minute now." Darrell had asked Tanner if he could come over and Tanner had agreed. I don't know what Tanner had in mind, but generally he just lets me watch. My best guess was that he'd fuck Darrell and I'd watch. But he has pretty much accepted the fact that Darrell and I have feelings for each other, so I hoped I could somehow get in on the action when he's fucking. "Go get your dad. We'll make it a foursome." Wow. That was cool. I was thrilled. Twice over thrilled. If Tanner was going to do my dad, I could have Darrell to myself. Actually, that would be Darrell having me to himself. I gave Tanner one final kiss on his chest and got up and headed downstairs. Again, I didn't knock on dad's `office' door, but just walked in. He was on the phone. "Tanner wants to see you" I said. "What?" he said, looking up. "NOW" I snapped and walked out leaving the door open. He was wearing his black leather dog collar. Yeah, it's probably a slave collar, but I liked calling it a dog collar better. Tanner's puppy dog. He wasn't more than ten seconds behind me when I got back to my bedroom. "Yes, sir, Tanner" he said as he walked in. Tanner just stared at him, not saying anything. "Ahhh .... Sir," he repeated. "You wanted me?" "Where's your leash?" Tanner asked. "Ahhh, down stairs, sir" "Go get it. And strip down to your skivvies." Dad just stood there, absorbing Tanner's comment. Then he gulped, and his whole body shook. I'm not sure if he was excited or frightened, but he seemed to be temporarily frozen in place. "Are you deaf?" Tanner growled. "No, sir" dad said, and he finally turned and hurried out of the room. "Go get Darrell" Tanner said to me, so I went down to the front door. Our timing was perfect because Darrell was walking up the street as I stepped out on the stoop. He had a big smile on his face as he came up the steps. "Hello, beautiful" he said as he grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss, right there in front of the house. As the kiss went on and on, he put his hand on my butt and lifted me up off my feet. You know Darrell is a hunk, and at least half a foot taller than me, so it was like nothing for him to pick me up. He swung me around and around as we kissed. I don't know how long we kissed, but I didn't want it to end. "Wow" was all I could say when he finally broke the kiss, but the grin on my face was enormous. "You are beautiful, Charlie" Darrell said. "My champion, my savior" I joked, pointing to my bruised chin. "My superman." We both laughed. As I led him into the house, he stopped me. "What's Tanner up to?" he asked. "I hoped maybe you and I could ...." He didn't finish the sentence. "It looks good" I said. "I think he's going to fuck my dad. He said we could have a foursome, so we'll see." I led Darrell upstairs and into my bedroom. Tanner had moved to the bed, sitting on the side holding the leash. Dad was on his knees in front of him. Tanner stood up and tugged on the leash. "Pop's and I will use the beanbag chair, and you guys can wait on the bed. I don't need you right now, so you can play around if it'll make you happy" he said. "Yes, sir" Darrell said as he grinned. "Yes, Master" I said as I grinned too. Tugging on the leash, Tanner led my dad across the room and turned on the TV. Settling down in the beanbag chair, he put the leash aside and pointed to his feet." "Start there" he said. Dad had a quizzical look for a moment, but then started kissing Tanner's bare feet. Obviously, dad was going to be spending a lot of time on his knees. Darrell and I were just standing there watching, but now he grabbed me in a kiss. A very rough demanding kiss. I could feel his hard prick pressing against me, so he was obviously hot and raring to go. Within seconds he had one hand down my bikini and was squeezing my ass. That pretty much cleared up where this action was going to be: there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to get Darrell's prick up my butt. When he finally broke the kiss, he lifted me up, laid me down on the bed and jerked my bikini off. Then he put on a show for me. He wasn't wearing very much: other than his shoes and socks, he had only a t-shirt, shorts and his bikini. But he made stripping look very sexy. Kissing his biceps, pinching his tits, rubbing his hands over his rippling abdominals, it was sexier than hell. I noticed Tanner was watching too. When he was naked, Darrell performed a couple bodybuilding poses, showing off his incredible physique. I was in total awe of him. Darrell is such a hunk. Then he climbed on the bed, got on top of me sitting on my chest. With his dick in my face, he put his balls against my lips. I didn't need any instruction as I opened my mouth and started licking. God, Darrell is gorgeous. His very hard dick was bobbing up and down in my face, but I was able to look past it or around it, looking up at this glorious boy's muscled body up to his beautiful face and seeing that amazing smile. Yes, Darrell was beautiful, although I suppose handsome might be a better description. I lapped away at his balls as I continued staring up at his amazing physique and his handsome face. Smiling down at me, he took hold of his dick and rubbed his pre-cum on my forehead. "Oh shit, Charlie. You are so beautiful" he said. Beautiful he says, with his dick in my face and his balls in my mouth. He gently rubbed his prick over my face as I continued worshipping his nut sack. Tanner had the TV on but out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he seemed to be watching us more than the TV. And I liked it. I liked him watching. My dad was still licking his feet, but Tanner was ignoring him completely. Then Darrell slid up, putting his ass right in my face and giving me access to his crack. "Go Charlie" he said. "Go to it." I stuck out my tongue. He let out a gasp of pleasure as I started licking. "My beautiful little boy" I heard him say. "My beautiful little boy with my ass in his face." Then he started sliding his ass back and forth over my face as I licked. "Don't just lick, baby" he said. "Suck on it. Get in there and suck my ass." I started sucking and licking, getting incredibly turned on. I loved doing this. I loved doing this for Darrell, this big lug that I was learning to love. "Come on, Charlie. Suck. Suck your man's ass. Get in there." I jammed my tongue in, forcing his tight little hole to open and take me in. "Oh shit, Charlie. That's it. That's it. Eat my fucking ass." Darrell was moaning and groaning as I jammed my tongue in, so I knew I was really doing a number on him. I think the pleasure must have been almost excruciating, more than he could handle, because he moved back down putting his dick in my face. Evidently getting his ass licked was making him too hot. "Oh shit, Charlie, you're driving me crazy" he moaned. He slid down a little further, grabbed my head, and pushed his dick in my mouth. "Get me ready, baby" he gasped. "Get me ready so I can fuck you." Get him ready? What the fuck? He couldn't be any readier than he was already. His prick was like a steel rod, and he was gasping and moaning. He sounded like he was going to ejaculate any second now. But, if Darrell wants to get sucked, he's damn well going to get sucked. I let him slide it in and started sucking like crazy. "Oh, shit, Charlie" he said after only a few seconds. "That's enough. That's enough." He pulled out and slid down my body, so he was lying flat on top of me. His lips latched onto mine. I was loving it. I was going crazy, almost overwhelmed with lust and desire. The truth is I'm a dedicated bottom and there's nothing more thrilling than being used by a hunk like Darrell. A real man, a gorgeous man, a dominant man who wants to use me for his pleasure. It was like an elixir. Incredibly exciting and gratifying. I wanted him to use me and use me up, taking total control and doing whatever he wanted with me. Darrell put his knees between my legs, forcing them apart. Breaking the kiss, he got up on his knees and pulled my legs into the air onto his shoulders. He wasn't wasting any time. He was ready to fuck. Suddenly, Tanner spoke up. "Darrell, get over here. I need a talented cocksucker." This shocked me and Darrell both, of course. A real shock. I mean, Darrell's dick was dripping, and he was within seconds of sticking it up my butt. I've told you over and over about this special ability that Tanner has, this power he has over his minions, literally a supernatural control. A godlike supremacy over us. So, with only a very short hesitation, Darrell was up off me and hurrying across the room. Now, you're not going to believe this, but I gotta say it. Just keep in mind all the stuff I been saying about Tanner; how unique he is. Here goes: I was happy for Darrell. Oh, of course I was disappointed. Hell yes, I wanted him to fuck me; I was hot and ready and panting with lust. But being allowed to suck Tanner's prick was such an honor, I was happy for him. I mean, I loved Darrell, but we both loved and worshiped Tanner and knew we were here to serve at his pleasure. Serving Tanner was such a privilege; this was literally what we lived for. So, you better believe that Darrell jumped at the chance. Not jump; leap. He was over at the beanbag chair in seconds. "Yes, sir" he gasped with his cock still sticking out and dripping with pre-cum. "Charlie's dad needs a lesson in cocksucking" Tanner said, "and I told him you were an expert. You wouldn't make a liar out of me, would you?" "Of course not, Master" he said. "You are an expert, aren't you?" "I hope so, Master." "Show me" Tanner said. "Let's find out how good you really are." My dad's face was buried in Tanner's crotch; he's evidently been licking his balls. Darrell simply grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head up, and then shoved him away, knocking him over on his butt. Darrell got between Tanner's legs, licked his lips and looked up in Tanner's face. Tanner nodded his head. Darrell licked his lips again took a deep breath and went down on Tanner's enormous prick. I knew he had something to prove since Tanner called him an expert, so he was going to outdo himself and make this the best blowjob of the century. He had to prove Tanner's faith in him was justified. Taking the dick in his mouth, he went down and down and down until his lips and nose were mashed against Tanner's crotch. "Oh, shit" Tanner moaned in pleasure. Darrell stayed there and stayed there holding that monster in his throat. I knew he must be doing wonderful things with his tongue because Tanner couldn't stop moaning. Then Darrell jerked his head three times, pushing forward and banging his face against Tanner's crotch, getting a couple more centimeters of cock into his throat. I was astonished, and I think Tanner was too. I know damn well my dad was astonished, as he sat there looking on in awe. "Way to go, baby" Tanner chuckled as Darrell finally pulled back. Darrell wasn't gasping desperately for breath as I expected, but I realized that that was for show. Hell yes, he was desperate, but he was pretending that there was nothing to it. To prove his point to us, he did it again. The same way. Swallowing all ten inches and then banging his face against Tanner's crotch, trying to jam it in even deeper. "Oh, shit yeah, you're the expert alright" Tanner laughed. "Now go to it, honey. Hot and heavy." No languid drawn-out blow job for Tanner today. He was ready. I knew what was going to happen since Tanner was already raring to go. When he gets this hot, he doesn't just accept a blowjob as much as he simply takes it. So, I knew he was going to take control. He grabbed Darrell's head with both hands and started bobbing him up and down on his prick. He was feeding Darrell about eight inches as he got a pretty good rhythm going, jerking his head up and down. Every half-a-dozen thrusts or so, he would force Darrell all the way down on his prick and push his hips up to meet him, jamming it all the way in. Then he'd swivel his hips a bit getting incredible pleasure from the feel of his prick deep in Darrell's throat. I'm not sure how Darrell was able to breathe, but somehow, he seemed to be managing. Darrell was literally nothing more than a rag doll now as Tanner took complete control, jerking his head and upper body around, trying to get the maximum pleasure possible from that hot mouth. He gradually began to pick up speed. And what was I doing? I was still lying on the bed, my hand on my very hard dick, watching. And I got to tell you something else. Of course, I was upset that Darrell wasn't fucking me, but even more, I was upset because it wasn't me over there giving Tanner so much pleasure. It looked like his eyes had rolled back up into his head from the excitement and pleasure of Darrell's mouth. I wanted that enormous prick in my mouth. I wanted Tanner to be jamming my face into his crotch. I wanted it to be me that Tanner was looking at and using with such incredible enjoyment. I know I had to share Tanner among the members of his 'harem', but that didn't mean I had to like it. Okay, so I loved Darrell, but right now I was jealous. But then I had my doubts, because Tanner really got at it, being rougher than I'd ever seen him, actually violent, as he rammed his prick into Darrell's throat. Was he mad at Darrell for some reason? He was obviously out of control with the passion of the fuck, but he seemed to be particularly brutal about it. Letting out an enormous howl: `yeeaaooh' Tanner started to blow. I don't think Darrell had had a decent breath for minutes now but somehow, he seemed to hold on while Tanner's cum gushed into his throat. But then it became too much, more than he could stand, and he did the unforgivable; he choked. He choked and coughed, coughing up Tanner's prick and spewing Tanner's cum all over his crotch. "You little shit. You little son-of-a-bitch" Tanner shouted, as he fired shot after shot into Darrell's face. I wasn't sure whether those were statements of endearment, or statements of censure since he was in the middle of a euphoric ejaculation. Darrell was still coughing uncontrollably while Tanner's prick was still spewing out cum into his face. But Tanner looked like he was enjoying it. I just watched; Charlie the watcher. But I watched in awe. Once Tanner's ejaculation had finished, he finally spoke. "You little fucker" he chuckled. "I thought you were the expert." Darrell was humiliated. Humiliated and horrified that he had choked and made such a mess. "I'm so sorry, Master" he said. "I'm so fuckin sorry." He was still gasping for breath as he looked up at Tanner, his face dripping with cum. Tanner had been laughing, so I knew he enjoyed fucking Darrell's face. I'm sure he even enjoyed Darrell upchucking and choking, since he deliberately caused it by being so brutal. But, Tanner being Tanner, he never accepted anything he considered less than perfection. "You need to get with it" Tanner said. "Fucking your pretty face is almost as good as taking your ass, but you've got to handle it." He reached down and fluffed Darrell's hair. "You'll do better next time, won't you?" "Yes, sir, Master. Absolutely, Master. Thank you" Darrell said. "I'm really sorry." "Next time you've got to concentrate on my dick, and not Charlie's ass." Darrell and I simply froze. Completely shocked. What did Tanner say? Darrell wasn't concentrating? "Master" Darrell protested. "I wasn't ...." Tanner grabbed him by the hair; he wasn't fluffing it this time. He jerked his head up. "I let you boy's play, it doesn't mean you're not here to serve me" he said. I was stunned but I didn't say anything. This was up to Darrell, but I thought Tanner was being unfair. He specifically gave us permission to fuck. At least I think he did. So, was he being unfair? Of course, he always has the right to expect one hundred percent from us, and maybe we got carried away with each other. Just because we felt we had permission, didn't mean that we could ignore our primary duty: serving our Master. "Master, please. I didn't ...." Darrell protested. Tanner slapped him. "You going to give me excuses?" he snapped. My dad and I both cringed while Darrell sat there speechless, frozen in place. Obviously, Tanner was not going to accept any excuses. There was a long pause, thirty seconds or more, and as I watched, tears appeared in Darrell's eyes. Tanner slapped him again. Darrell took it without making a sound. Then Darrell spoke, very softly, his voice breaking. "Please forgive me, Master" he whimpered. He leaned forward and kissed Tanner's hand. The hand that had just hit him. "I'm very sorry I didn't serve you better." He kissed Tanner's hand again. Then Tanner looked at me. Stared at me. That's when I realized that there was more than one person in the room who needed to apologize. It wasn't Darrell alone who got carried away with the excitement of the moment. I jumped off the bed and hurried over and got on my knees next to Darrell. "I ...." was as far as I got when Tanner slapped me. It stung. Tanner is not gentle. "I'm sorry, Master" I said, trying again. "I'm very sorry." I expected it but he didn't hit me again. "Please forgive me" I said. "Go get me a towel" Tanner said. "No, never mind. You clean it up. Clean up this mess." I was right there at Tanner's feet, so I just leaned forward and started licking up the cum Darrell had spit onto his crotch. It took a while but there was not a sound in the room as I licked it all up. Without a word, when I was finished, Tanner stood up and went into the bathroom. I heard him turn on the shower. I was still looking down at the floor, and I think Darrell was too, but I wasn't about to move without Tanner's approval. Dad was still there on his knees as well, all of us surrounding the beanbag chair. It wasn't much more than five minutes before Tanner came back into the bedroom drying himself with a towel. "On the bed" he said. Darrell and I assumed he was talking to us, so we went over and sat on the side of the bed. Tanner walked up to us. "You choke on me again I'm going to kick your ass" he said to Darrell. "You learn how to handle my dick." "Yes, sir. Yes, Master" Darrell answered instantly. "Now, I told you boys that you could play, but I guess I don't want to see it." My ears perked up. Was Tanner admitting he made a mistake? Really? "So, you can fuck all you want. I don't mind. But when you're with me, you focus. You focus on nothing but me and my needs. I'm your Master and you will always remember who you are. You're my boys. I own you. You're here to serve and nothing else." "Yes, Master" we both said at the same time. But I had to force myself to keep from smiling. Yeah, I didn't dare smile, but it was clear to me that Tanner was apologizing to us. Yes, he was. Like, maybe, for the first time ever, he was apologizing. And what was he apologizing for? I'm sure he didn't even realize it, but he was apologizing for being jealous. Maybe he didn't realize it, but I sure did. He was jealous watching Darrell and me getting it on. Can you believe it? Tanner jealous? Is that possible? Oh, yes. Most definitely. He simply couldn't stand seeing Darrell stick his big pecker up my butt. He couldn't stand watching his minions getting it on with each other. "Darrell, you can stay here tonight" he said. "I expect you to fuck Charlie all night long." He turned away and looked over at my dad. "Get the leash" he said. My dad stayed on his knees as he crawled over and picked up the leash and brought it to Tanner. Tanner snapped it on. "Get your face in my ass" he said. Dad looked up at Tanner, and then at Darrell and me, and then back up at Tanner. Even if his son was watching, he knew what he had to do. Tanner just stood there, not moving, forcing my dad to crawl around behind him and press his face into his ass. Tanner didn't move for a minute or so, evidently just enjoying the feel of that tongue starting to lick up and down his crack. Then he reached back, jammed my dad's face in tight, and wiggled his ass. "Oh, yeah" he moaned in pleasure. "Eat it, baby. Eat it." Then, giving the leash a jerk, he then headed for the door with my dad crawling along behind. "I've never slept with a tongue up my ass before" he said with a chuckle as he glanced back at us. "I think I'm going to like it." He left my bedroom pulling my dad along behind him. Darrell and I were still sitting on the side of the bed, but he now stood up and turned to look at me. He stared into my eyes for just a second and then lifted me up and dropped me in the middle of the bed. Two seconds later he was sitting on my chest with his dick in my face. "Now, where were we?" he asked. I started to laugh, but before I could do anything Darrell was already pushing his ball sack into my mouth. "You gotta get me hard all over again" he chuckled. "But that's okay. I like the way you do it." This time he got his fingers in there, pushing his balls, and forcing one and then the other, getting both of them into my mouth. "Now suck on them, baby" he said as he grabbed his growing prick. "Show me you love 'em." And I tried to do just that; make love to Darrell's balls. One enormous mouthful of balls. I loved Darrell, I loved everything about him, but I really, really loved Tanner. It's hard to describe except to say that they were different kinds of love. There simply aren't words to describe my love for Tanner, it's more like an obsession: passion almost to the point of madness. But with Darrell, I was simply falling head over heels. I'm not sure whether it was head over heels in love, or head over heels in lust, but it was pretty wonderful either way. He had me sucking his balls for at least five minutes before he finally pulled them out. He was playing with his dick the whole time, and there was no doubt it was back up to full measure now. "Now my ass, baby" he said as he slid up, moving his crack into my face. "That felt so damn good last time. Come on, babe, get in there." So, I went back to work on his ass. I told you how much I love this, being under the control of a hunk, being used to give pleasure to a real top man. And there ain't no doubt, Darrell is a top. Yeah, believe it, he is. 'Mmmmm" I moaned in pleasure as I jammed my tongue back into his hole and started slurping. "Ohhh, shit, yeah" Darrell moaned as I worked his butt. Two guys moaning and groaning, one on top and one on the bottom, and both having the time of their lives. This went on and on. "Shit, babe" Darrell finally said. "I don't never want to let you stop. Jesus, this feels good." But finally, he slid back off me, getting between my legs and lifting them up. Spreading them wide and pushing me up, he actually pushed me up on the back of my head and my shoulders. Then he buried his face in my ass. "Ooooooh, Daaaaarell" I moaned as he started licking. Jesus, yes, it was wonderful. Getting your ass worshipped is like .... it's like .... actually, it's indescribably wonderful. "Ooooooh, Darrell" I said again in the throes of passion. This only went on for a couple minutes, because I knew Darrell was getting hot. He was moaning and groaning as he licked. So, finally lowering me back down on the bed, he surprised me by climbing back on top. Grabbing me by the hair, he pulled my head up and jammed his dick in my mouth. "Slobber me up good, baby" he said. "Get me ready." So, I did. Getting as much spit on his prick as I could. Then my legs were back in the air and his very hard dick was pressing against my little pucker. He pushed. It didn't want to go in at first, but Darrell was not going to be denied as he pushed in harder. And, pop, just like that, the head of his dick snapped in. It hurt, of course it hurt, it hurt like crazy, but it was wonderful. Darrell spread my legs wide and kept pushing, one long slow thrust jamming it in until it was buried completely in my ass. "Open your eyes" he said to me, and I looked up into his smiling face. "Was this worth waiting for?" he asked. "Huh?" "Oh, yes, Darrell" I gasped. "Yes, yes, yes." Okay, so it was hurting but I knew it would change to pleasure in no time. But seeing that look of satisfaction on Darrell's face made the pain unimportant anyway. I was giving pleasure to my topman, my dominant lover. "Gonna fuck you royally" he said as he now pulled back and pushed in all the way again. He continued like that, long slow thrusts as he stared into my eyes. I was in awe of how handsome Darrell was, how amazingly attractive he was. How powerful and dominant he was with me. Head over heels in love? Yeah, that was it: love. So, yes, Darrell fucked me. He fucked me twice and I blew him once. He offered to suck me off, but I refused. Yes, I refused. I'm a confirmed bottom boy and I'm here to serve my 'dom' and I don't expect to get blown. In fact, it would be an incredible turn-off to see my 'alpha' on his knees sucking me. My 'alphas' don't do that. But I ain't totally crazy. I'll say yes the next time. Besides, Darrell licked my ass both times before he fucked me, and I was wild about it. And I came both times too. I must assume my dad spent the night with his tongue up Tanner's ass. And I'll bet he liked it as much as Tanner did. ---------- As always on Saturday, Tanner and I had worked out early at the `Classic Gym' in town. By `we' I mean Tanner worked out and I did `toning'. Tanner says I don't have to build muscle, but I have to keep my body `toned'. He says it's not my body that turns him on, it's my 'soul'. I'm not sure what that means, but when he says it and looks at me in that way, I get all hot and bubbly inside and it almost makes me swoon. In truth I mostly just watch him. I mean, how could I not, watching that glorious body stretching and pumping in all it's incredible perfection. It was now 9:00 A.M. and I had served breakfast, and my dad was with us. "Any instructions for daddy this morning, Charlie?" Tanner asked. It was clear that anything that my dad and I had to say to each other was going to go through Tanner. I still didn't like him for what he did to me and mom, and I had no intention of developing some sort of relationship. "I need three hundred dollars a week for groceries." I was looking at Tanner, not dad as I said it. Tanner looked at dad expectantly. "Two hundred" dad said. I decided not to argue since I knew three hundred was an exaggeration. "I need it now" I said. "I'll get it to you today" he said. I considered arguing the point since I had planned to shop right after lunch, but Tanner didn't give me a chance. "And daddy?" he said. "What have you got?" "Charlies got to mow the lawn" dad said. "Somebody's got to mow the lawn" Tanner corrected "but not Charlie. Actually, Jerod's going to do it." Dad didn't know who Jerod was, so it didn't mean anything to him, but I was surprised. I knew Tanner had plans for Jerod; I knew he was going to be punished, and I was looking forward to it. But this was not what I expected. This was punishment? I gave Tanner a look, but he just smiled. Whatever! At least I didn't have to mow the lawn. "As long as it gets done" dad said. We went up to my room. I didn't have to strip him because we were already stripped; both of us wearing matching navy-blue bikini's. Matching except his were fitting around his bubble butt in back and a substantial bulge in front. My butt was flat and my little wienee wasn't showing much in front. "Jim's bringing Jerod over this morning at 9:30" Tanner said. Tanner said he was going to do something to Jerod for him beating me up, and I was really looking forward to seeing Tanner kick the shit out of him. I hoped his only punishment was not just mowing the lawn. But I did understand Tanner's problem here. How do you punish a masochist? A masochist loves getting beat up and fucked, so it's not a punishment. Besides, getting fucked by Tanner, was never, ever a punishment for anybody; it was an honor, and we all knew it. I mean, all we members of Tanner's 'harem' were impatiently waiting around hoping it was going to be our turn. So, if Tanner beats Jerod up, it will just turn him on and get him excited. And if Tanner fucks him, Tanner is honoring him. It's a conundrum. It's certainly not punishment. And there was another issue here as well. Tanner liked Jerod; he liked fucking him. And Jerod adored Tanner so much and was so obsequious that as much as I hated the kid, I knew Tanner wouldn't dump him. So, anyway, I knew Tanner was going to do something, but I didn't know what. Tanner and I had not even had time to sit down at the X-box before Jim walked into the room with Jerod at his heels. Jerod was barely in the room when he dropped to his knees and bowed his head. Okay, so he knew what was coming. He knew he was in for it for beating me up. Tanner walked over to him, jerked his head up by the hair and slapped him. "Who are you?" he snapped. "I'm, I'm, I'm ...." Jerod stuttered, not quite knowing what to say. "I'm Jerod?" he said, making it sound like a question. Tanner slapped him again. "Who are you?" he repeated "I'm, I'm your slave" Jerod said hesitantly, hoping that was what Tanner wanted to hear. "Whose Slave?" "Yours. Your slave. Tanner's slave." "You damaged my property. You damaged your master's property." "I ...., I ...., I ....,." he stuttered. "You have one option only. You will never do it again. You will never even think of doing it again." I saw instant relief in Jerod's face. Tanner wasn't going to dump him. I guess that was the worst-case scenario for him, so he was off the hook. I wasn't surprised, that's what I expected. "Okay, Tanner, of course. I'm sorry. If he belongs to you, I won't touch him again." Okay, so he's sorry. Big deal. Now I wanted to see the punishment. I wanted to see Tanner really kick his ass. "Crawl over to Charlie and beg him for forgiveness" Tanner said. No comment, no hesitation. Jerod crawled over to me and looked up into my eyes. "Please forgive me, Charlie" he said. He looked contrite. There was no smirk are anything on his face, so maybe he meant it. Or, at the least, he was obeying Tanner. I looked over at Tanner. Was I supposed to forgive him? Just like that? "Tanner?" I asked. He didn't respond, giving me no hint of what he wanted. But I guess I knew; he warned me to forgive him. Obviously, Tanner wanted to keep him around, he wanted to continue fucking him so that meant I had to forgive him. "Okay" was all I said. "Charlie" Tanner said. That was obviously a reprimand. Shit, he was making it seem like I was the one apologizing. "Alright, I accept your apology" I snapped. Yes, I snapped. This wasn't fair. This asshole had beat me up; I still had the bruises, and Tanner was making me let him off the hook. And Tanner hadn't punished him. Two little slaps and an apology; that wasn't punishment. This seemed to satisfy Tanner. "Good" he said. He snapped his fingers and Jerod got up and went to him. Tanner pulled him into a hug, one hand around his back and one hand digging into his ass and started kissing him. You can bet I was annoyed. "I'll see you tomorrow" Tanner said when he finally pushed Jerod away. He then stepped over to Jim and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "See you tomorrow, Jim" he said. Jim and Jerod left together. Tanner turned to me and just stared into my eyes. Was he mad at me? He could see I was pissed that he let Jerod off so easy. He just kept staring, and I began to get nervous. Maybe he was mad. Then he finally stepped over to me taking my head in both of his hands and looking at me from inches away. "You're my boy, Charlie. You're always my best boy. Remember that." He pulled me into a long, sweet kiss. God, I loved him. So, my revenge against Jerod was getting the lawn mowed. Not much punishment, really. But I was secure in the knowledge that I was still Tanner's number one. Comments appreciated. [email protected]

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Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2023 11:50:53 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter five The following story is an erotic fantasy with mostly consensual sex between men. If this is not your thing or you're underage, stop now. However, if you continue, I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to copy it for your own use. Comments always appreciated: [email protected]. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Five The door was locked. "Well, I'll be damned" Tanner said. "He's got more balls than I thought. I didn't think he'd dare stand me up, the little prick." Oops, I thought. Tanner was pissed. I knew Mr. Carson was going to be very sorry for this. Very, very sorry. Tanner never let a slight go by, so there was going to be hell to pay. He did not stand for disrespect, probably not even from a teacher, so I figured Mr. Carson was in deep shit. You don't really want to be around Tanner when he's pissed. By the time we got to my house, he had built on that anger, "That son-of-a-bitch. That dirty little cocksucker" Tanner said as we entered my bedroom. "I even brought a condom along with me for god's sake, in case he was queasy." Nope, he hadn't calmed down at all on our walk home. Tanner didn't use condoms, so to bring one along for Mr. Carson was a big consideration, and he didn't do that for just anyone. He was obviously being particularly thoughtful of Mr. Carson, since he was a teacher, and was planning to treat Him with respect when he fucked him. "That son-of-a-bitch" he repeated and turned to me. "That little cocksucker. I wasn't even going to work him over" he said. "And I was going to use a condom when I fucked him." Under any other circumstances this would have been funny. I mean, just think of the context. Tanner was going to rape him but considered himself very thoughtful for not beating him up first and fucking him raw. "I've fucked school teachers before, back in Crystal City" he said to me, "and I treated them like dirt and they loved it. But Mr. Carson was so pretty I thought I'd make it special. Well fuck me for doing it. I'll never do that again." Tanner had let Darrell off the hook this afternoon because he was planning to spend some time fucking Mr. Carson, so I was the only one here. I was the one who had to face his anger. I can tell you that I know the blood was draining from my face and I was shaking. This was most definitely not good. I dropped to my knees and started untying his shoes. This was a standard procedure every afternoon anyway, because we always stripped down to our underwear. I'd only removed one shoe when he pressed forward knocking me back and stepping over me and going to the bathroom. "God damn it" he growled from the bathroom. "GOD DAMN IT" he shouted. This was even worse than I thought, because I'd never seen him this mad. Under the best of times Tanner is volatile, so I knew this was going to be horrible. I stayed on my knees, crouched down on the floor, shaking. I mean, what could I do? I couldn't run, and until he calmed down a little I couldn't reason with him. You know I love Tanner. I'm madly, desperately in love with him. But I was also afraid of him. Yes, there was definitely a fear factor. I was afraid of his moods. "God damn it" he growled again as he came back into the bedroom and walked up to the window. "Get me out of these damn clothes." I scurried over and got his other shoe off and then his socks. Before I could do more, he turned away and went over and grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. "I said get me out of these damn clothes" he snapped. He grabbed his own t-shirt, jerked it off and threw it aside. I jumped and got over to him on my knees. I grabbed the belt of his cutoffs and unbuckled it, but before I could do more he turned off the TV and threw the remote down. He stormed back over to the window with me crawling behind. I don't think he even knew I was there, he was solely wound up about Mr. Carson. I was just part of the furniture now. I undid his cutoffs and pealed them down over his big thighs leaving his bikini. Then I got out of his way. I went over and got on my bed trying to look small, hoping that he wouldn't notice me. He went over to the TV but couldn't find the remote. "God damn remote" he snapped as he looked for it. When he found it he turned the TV on, but only for a minute or so, and then turned it back off. He just stood there for maybe two full minutes staring at the blank screen, and then turned to me. I cringed as he looked me in the eye. "He's a real son-of-a-bitch, isn't he" he said to me. It looked like he was beginning to calm down. At least he now recognized my existence. "Yes, he sure is, Tanner. He sure is" I said, agreeing with him. "I don't like that kind of attitude" he said. "That pisses me off, and I ain't going to let him get away with it." That wasn't news to me, because I know Tanner would never let something like this go by. He saw this as a personal affront to him. He'd never let anyone do something like this and let them get away with it. At least Tanner was talking sensibly with me, so maybe the worst of his anger was over. "I was planning to fuck him, Charlie" he said, and believe it or not, he smiled at me. "What do you think I should do about that?" Yes, he was smiling, but it looked like his `I'm going to beat the shit out of you' type of smile. At least he seemed to be rational now. He seemed to be back in control of his emotions. I hoped he was anyway. "Where's Darrell, Master?" l asked, thinking maybe he could take out his frustrations on him. "I told him he couldn't come over today" he said. "Shit. He wanted it and I said no. Double shit. Call him, Charlie, and tell him to get his ass over here." "I don't think he'll answer me, Master." I was getting comfortable calling him Master now, at least when I remembered. It was a little strange at first, but it was so fitting, him being such a gorgeous dominant muscle god. An obviously superior being. And me, the insignificant little wuss. I loved calling him Master because it just felt right. Tanner tossed me his cell phone. Darrell answered before the first ring was over. "Tanner?" he said expectantly. "Charlie here" I said. "Tanner wants you over here, stat." "Fuck you, you little twat" he said to me. "Let me speak to him." "Likewise, to you" I said into the phone. "Tanner, he wants to speak to you." "Are you coming or not?" Tanner snapped as he took the phone. Obviously, he was still pissed. I'd been anxiously waiting for a couple weeks now for Tanner to fuck me, but I sure didn't want it to happen when he's angry like he is now. "Okay" was all that he said into the phone, and he tossed it on the bed. "He's not coming" he said to me. "The little fucker's at the mall with his mommy." Think fast, I said to myself. Tanners anger was building up again, and yes, I was nervous. Hell yes. I knew he'd want to release his frustrations by fucking, rough fucking, very rough fucking. As much as I loved him, I didn't want to be a part of this. Not when his anger is out of control. "Son-of-a-bitch" he said as he walked over to the window. Then I had a thought. "Jim" I shouted. "Jim Stanley." I know Tanner had talked to him today after fucking him last night, and I assumed he had laid down some ground rules, since Jim was supposed to become part of his `harem'. Tanner got a grin on his face. "Call him" he said as he picked up his phone and tossed it to me. I was surprised that Jim was already set on speed dial. "Jim, this is Charlie." 'who' came the voice. "Charlie, Charlie Vallier. Tanner wants to know what you're doing right now" I said. "Gimmy the damn phone" Tanner said. Speaking into the phone he said: 'Jim, I told you to be ready. You know where Charlie lives? (pause) Well, get over here." Jim must have said something. "Fuck your dinner" Tanner snarled. "I'll have Charlie make you dinner. Just get over here. Ten minutes." He threw the phone back on the bed. "Will you stop prancing around here" he growled at me. God, he was upset. "Go get me something to drink." I hurried out of the room as he turned the TV on again. I was happy to get away from his anger. I wanted to take my time getting him a drink, but I knew he'd get even angrier if I wasn't back in double-time. I grabbed a coke from the fridge and ran back upstairs. He was lying in the beanbag chair as I handed him the coke. As usual when we were here in the afternoon, he had his hand on his prick keeping it about half hard. This is the way he kept it when he wasn't fucking. I had my doubts whether the thing was ever soft. Tanner didn't say anything, in fact he didn't even look at me, so I went and sat on the bed to keep out of his way. The doorbell rang about ten minutes later. "Go get him" Tanner said. I went down and opened the front door. Jim took one look and said: "what the fuck?" "Tanner's upstairs" I said. He grabbed me by the neck and slammed me back against the wall and then jerked me up almost off my feet. "You ever touch me again you little piece of shit, and I'll tear you into pieces and feed you to the dogs" he snapped at me. "I was only doing what Tanner told me" I wheezed since he was squeezing my neck. "You won't do it again" he said as he jerked me forward and hit me, with his fist. Jim's a big guy, a really big guy, so he sent me flying about six feet over in the corner where I landed in a heap. I think I was almost unconscious since I slammed my head on the floor when I landed. I groaned when I finally was able to raise my head. My head hurt the most, but my jaw hurt like hell. I felt my teeth with my tongue but luckily he hadn't loosened any. I was groggy and had trouble standing up, but I did finally get to my feet. The front door was still open, but Jim was gone, so I assumed he'd gone upstairs. I closed the door and headed up. When I got up there I was surprised to see Jim still in the hall. Evidently, he was trying to get up his nerve to go in. "Chickenshit" I said as I walked past him into my bedroom. Tanner turned off the TV when we entered the bedroom, and stood up and flexed, showing off his incredible physique. "Remember this, Jim?" he asked. Jim gulped and so did I. Jesus. Every time Tanner flexed his muscles like that, and I'd seen it a hundred times already; every time he flexed I was more impressed than the time before. He was awesome. He was herculean. "You remember, Jim?" he repeated. "Ahhh, yeah" Jim said. "I .... ah ...." "You need a refresher course?" Tanner said. "You want a reminder of what these muscles can do?" Tanner had a big grin on his face as he said this. I think he was hoping Jim would stand up to him. "No, T-T-Tanner." Jim gulped and stuttered. "No. I .... ah ...." "I think you need to call me sir" Tanner said as he stepped up right in Jim's face. Jim's face now turned white, and I could see he was afraid. He clearly remembered what Tanner had put him through last night. But I hoped Tanner would really kick the shit out of him again. I wanted to see it again. "Okay, T-T-Tanner, ah .... sir. I mean, yes sir" he said. Can you believe Tanner? He was only seventeen years old, but he had me and Darrell calling him Master, and this big lug who had a couple inches on him and maybe fifty pounds in weight, was calling him sir. He's got to be the most amazingly dominant stud in the nation. "Good, boy" he grinned as he reached up and patted Jim on the cheek. Jim visibly flinched in fear. "You sore from last night?" "Ah .... yeah, sir" Jim said. "Yeah, I am." "Good. That gives you something to remember me by." Tanner was really enjoying Jim's fear, and Jim was beginning to sweat. Jim's fear was real because it was that fear that brought him here. He knew he had to do Tanner's bidding or things could get really bad. I don't know what Tanner said to him in school today, but he obviously got the point across that disobedience was out of the question. But was there something more? I mean, he damn well knew Tanner was going to fuck him or something and he still came over here of his own volition. Did he want it? It couldn't be just the fear; it had to be something more. "So, what do you want to do for me?" Tanner asked. "You want to give me your ass again?" "Tanner, ah, sir. Please" he murmured. "I .... ah .... no, sir. Ahhh ... no, sir." Yes, he was sweating. "What the fuck you think I brought you over here for?" Tanner snapped. He reached down and pulled his prick out of his bikini allowing it to slap up against him abs. He was hard. Very hard. That monster of his was hot and ready with a drop of pre-cum on the tip. "I've got something down here that needs servicing. What do you want to do about it?" Tanner was standing there arrogantly with his hands on his hips, his enormous schlong pointing at the ceiling, and those spectacular muscles showing in all their glory. What a vision. As always, he took my breath away. "Sir. Ahhh .... sir" Jim said. Then he turned to me. "Will you get this little shit out of here?" Tanner didn't say anything but just looked at me and nodded his head towards the bathroom door. It was clear that it was time for me to go. I went to the bathroom and almost closed the door, almost. "Well?" Tanner said. "Sir. Please don't fuck me" Jim said. He was pleading. "Please don't fuck me." I couldn't see Tanner, but I could imagine a big grin on his face. He loved having guys pleading with him. "Get on your knees" I heard him growl and then sounds of Jim getting down. "I asked you a question, boy. What do you want to do for me?" "Tanner, I mean, sir. Please" Jim pleaded and I think I heard a sob in his voice. ""I'll .... I'll ...." "You'll what?" Tanner asked. "I'll suck you" Jim said softly. "Oh, so you want to blow me?" Tanner said, and I could hear the pleasure in his voice. "Really? You want to suck me off?" "Yes, sir" Jim said. "I'll do it." "Tell me you want to do it, Jim. Tell me you want to suck my prick" Tanner chuckled. "I really like to hear guys tell me how much they'd love to blow me." "I want to suck your cock, sir" Jim obediently answered. "You'd `love' to suck my cock" Tanner corrected him. "I'd love to suck your cock, sir." "Good, boy" Tanner laughed. "Now, strip down. I like my cocksuckers in the nude." I wondered how Jim would react to being called a cocksucker, but as I opened the door a crack I saw that he was stripping. He was obviously too frightened to object or he simply knew he had no choice but to do whatever Tanner wanted. Or, horror of horrors, maybe he wanted to do it! Tanner went over and sat on the side of the bed and grabbed his dick. "Over here cocksucker, on your knees" he said. As always with Tanner, complete and total humiliation. I saw Jim, now naked, kneel in front of him. Tanner grabbed his hair forcing him to look up at him. "Big, strapping boy like you, Jim" Tanner laughed. "I'll bet you've sucked plenty of dick. In fact, I'll bet Jerod's got a nice one." We knew Jim and Jerod were best friends, but Tanner was guessing that they had a thing going between them. Jim was looking up into Tanner's smiling face. "Answer my question" Tanner said. "Has Jerod got a nice dick?" "Ahhh .... yeah" Jim murmured softly, so softly I could barely hear him. "Yeah, I've sucked him." "Yeah, I figured" Tanner laughed. "And how good is he? You like having your own cocksucker?" "Yeah, he's sucked me" he answered. I'm not sure, but I think he might have grinned. "Yeah, he's good." Tanner laughed. "I might check him out" he said. I knew damn well he was going to check him out because he'd already told me so. "I'll bet Jerod's got a nice dick. What do you think of mine?" "Ahhh .... sir" Jim mumbled. "You're, you're awfully big." "Yeah, I am" Tanner said. "It's a good thing you've had some practice." Tanner let go of his hair. "Get on the dick" he ordered him. "CHARLIE" he yelled. "Close the door." He startled me so much that I fell back on my butt with a yelp, pushing the bathroom door closed with a bang. All was silent as I sat there and waited. ✽✽✽ Mr. Carson was not in school on Friday. He was either at a conference, or out sick, or who knows. Who knows what teachers are doing when they aren't in the classroom? I knew there was going to be a confrontation eventually, but it couldn't happen until at least Monday. So, Darrell walked home with us. Tanner had Darrell strip him instead of me, and then had him suck on his dick for half an hour. He specifically made me stay in the room and watch, not even letting me turn on the TV. Lying there on the bed, Tanner had Darrell suck him and then rolled him over and fucked him. Of course, it annoyed the hell out of me that I had to watch, particularly since Darrell kept grinning at me and winking, rubbing it in that he was getting all of Tanner's attention, and not me. I think Tanner was punishing me for something, but I wasn't sure what. But I'm always opening my mouth and saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, so I knew I must have deserved it. After Darrell left, Tanner watched TV before going home, but he didn't let me touch him. I jerked off three times after he left. That Saturday was one of the few days my mom had off from work, and she insisted that I go with her to visit my Aunt and my Cousins. Mom loved Tanner and thought it was great that he was my friend, so she was perfectly willing to give him the run of the house while we were gone. He told me that he and Jim Stanley were going to spend the day together in my bedroom. Tanner told me .... I think he told me just to rub it in. I tried not to think what they were doing because all it did was make me sad. Sad and mad. Sad and mad and jealous. Sad and mad and jealous and resentful. Darrell was a hunk and Jim was even hunkier, and Tanner was training both of them to be his fawning fuckboys. Even though Tanner kept saying that I was his number one bud, I was nervous about it because there's no way around it, I'm a skinny wimp. I'm what's called a pretty boy, and although those guys may not have been 'pretty', they were both good looking, handsome is the word, and they had amazing physiques. On top of that, even though I was getting damn good at it, I knew, just from Tanner's reactions, that Darrell gave a better blowjob than I did. It was frustrating and scary. Every day I wondered what I could do to show my deference to Tanner, to show him my complete devotion and subservience. I loved him desperately, but I was constantly worried that he would dump me for one of these hunky guys. I mean just look at the list of potential members of his 'harem'. Except for me and Mr. Carson, they were all hunky muscle boys: Darrell and Jim and Rasheed and Larry and even Jerod, and who knew who else Tanner was looking at. And Tanner had said more than once that his liked dominating and fucking muscle boys. Mr. Carson and I were the pretty boy types, not muscle guys. And besides, Tanner still hadn't fucked me. He'd fucked Darrell and Jim and planned to fuck Mr. Carson, but I was still a virgin. It was crazy. I hoped he'd love fucking me so much that it would give me a better hold on him. I was determined to give him a fuck like he'd never had before. To be honest, I have to admit that for a week now I'd been greasing myself up every morning so I'd be ready. So, I didn't see Tanner at all on Saturday and, as far as I know, he spent the whole day with Jim, so there was no doubt that Jim must now be a regular member of his 'harem'. When Mom and I got home he was gone and he didn't answer his phone all evening. I was devastated. Sunday morning, my Mom was working. I told you, she has a crazy schedule. Around ten o'clock when I was eating my breakfast, Tanner came walking into the house. He walked right by the kitchen and went upstairs, so I gobbled up two more bites of my eggs and ran after him. "Hi, baby, you miss me" he said as I hurried into my bedroom. He was smiling, and I can only imagine what my huge grin looked like. He held out his arms and as I rushed into them he kissed me. Holding me tight he pulled me up off my feet and swung me around the room as we kissed. I was in heaven. "Oh, yes, Master" I said as he broke the kiss. I was almost sobbing with emotion. "I missed you so much." He kissed me again and then put me back on my feet. He then stepped back showing that big smile that warms my heart and leaves me breathless. I had tears of joy in my eyes as he raised his arms. He raised his arms, as in: 'it's time to strip me', so I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Then dropping to my knees I removed his shoes and socks, and then his shorts. His bikini today was yellow. Since it was made of some thin 'spandex' stuff the yellow color stuck out like the sun against his light brown skin. As always, he was about half hard, showing a very large bulge in the tiny bikini. I'm not sure if I'd ever seen Tanner when he was completely soft. "Darrell's on his way over" he said calmly. My smile went away instantly. Darrell? I was shocked. "Darrell? Now?" I asked. "Yeah, Darrell" he said. "And I don't want to hear any shit from you." That sure shut me up, because he automatically assumed that I would complain, and I didn't want him to feel that way. I've said over and over that Tanner is a god, and he has the right to do anything he wants without me objecting. I know that. I'm very clear on that. Of course, I loved him, but I knew I had no claim on him. Obviously, my feelings will be hurt, and I'll be terribly jealous, but I didn't want Tanner to think I was in the least bit possessive. Even though I was. A peon doesn't make demands of his Master. My tears of joy turned to tears of hurt though. I was hurt that Darrell was coming over, and I wouldn't have Tanner to myself, but I was also hurt that Tanner expected me to create a scene. I had to learn to hide my emotions better. "Okay, Master. It's okay" I lied. Sometimes it's better to lie. "Did I ask you if it was okay?" he growled at me. "Do I even care if you think it's okay?" Shit, I did it again. "Of course not, Master" I said quickly, realizing my mistake. "Of course not. I didn't mean that. Sorry." Sometimes it's better to keep your mouth shut, something I was having a terrible time learning. "You'll stay and watch and if you're good, maybe I'll let you blow him" he chuckled. "What? Master?" I said in shock. "And if you're not good I may let him kick your ass." He still chuckled. I didn't know what to say, I was so shocked. Why was he doing this to me? Why was he mad at me? "Master, what did I do?" "You've been getting a little uppity, and it's about time you learned your place." "But Master .... " I actually let out a sob. Shit. It seemed like I was sobbing all the time with Tanner. "But Master, I love you" I said. "Fine, you love me" he said coldly. "But you don't own me. What did you say to Darrell when I had Rasheed in the weight room?" I just stood there for a moment trying to remember. Tanner had kicked me and Darrell out, so he could be alone with Rasheed. But I remembered that Darrell had taken off like a lightning bolt. "Nothing" I said. "Darrell left. I didn't say anything to him." "You told him you owned me. You had me wrapped around your little finger." This was just too much now. I dropped to me knees in front of him. "Please, Master. I didn't say that. I would never say that" I pleaded. "How about Jim?" he muttered at me, giving me a glare. "Jim" I asked in surprise. "Jim Stanley?" "You talked to him in school on Friday" he said. Not a question, but a statement. "But .... But ...." How do you disagree with someone without disagreeing with them? "But, Master?" "You told him he was going to become your regular cocksucker, because I'd make him do it." That was so outrageous that I was momentarily speechless. That was so untrue and so unfair. "But, Master. Master." I grabbed hold of his thighs and looked up at him. He was angry. "That's not true. I didn't even see Jim on Friday. Honest, Master" I pleaded. "Honest, I didn't talk to him. I didn't even see him." He knocked my hands away. "Why do you still have your clothes on?" he snapped at me. I was startled at the change of subject, but I jumped up and ripped my clothes off as quickly as I could while looking into his angry face, then I got back on my knees. I was sobbing now. What was going on here? "They're lying, Master. They're lying" I sobbed. "They're both lying." "Why?" he asked. "Why would they lie?" "Because they're jealous, Master." As I said it I realized that that was the truth. Of course. They were jealous. They were jealous because I was Tanner's number one boy. "They're just jealous" I repeated. "Yeah?" he queried. "Yes, Master. Yes" I said quickly. "They're jealous because they want ...., they want to be your number one boy." "You think so?" he said and grinned at me. "You think they want to be my number one fuck boy." His grin got bigger. The idea of those hunks fighting to become his number one lackey must have been quite a turn on. "Yes, Master. I'm sure of it" I pleaded. "Please, Master. You know I wouldn't say those things. I wouldn't. I never would." Tanner grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes, and just looked at me, with that semi-grin on his face. "So, they're jealous, huh?" he asked. and laughed. "They want to fight over my dick." "Yes, Master. I'm sure of it" I said again. With his hand in my hair he pulled me to my feet and looked into my eyes. "So, you've got some competition, huh?" he said and laughed. He was obviously pleased to have three boys all fighting for his attention, and for his prick. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "You know what I'm going to do to you?" I was visibly shaking but he was grinning at me and didn't seem to be angry anymore. "I'm going to fuck you. After Darrell leaves, I'm going to fuck you." My frustration and my fear blew away with the wind, and with tears still in my eyes, I tried to smile back at him. God, I loved him. I think he knew how desperately I wanted him to fuck me. I just felt that once he fucked me, it would cement out relationship permanently, and I wouldn't have to worry so much about the competition. He had to fuck me, and he had to love it. He pulled me into a kiss. A long spit exchanging French kiss. When he slid his hand inside my jockey shorts and squeezed by ass, my dick went 'sprong', instantly hard, and I got a glow in my heart that shot throughout my whole body. I was in heaven. ✽✽✽ I was standing by the door leaning against the wall waiting for Darrell to show up. I'd been here about ten minutes and was beginning to wonder if he was coming. Tanner was not going to be happy about him being late. I hated it when Tanner sent me down to let his fuckboys in, because they hated me. Jim had damn near knocked me out last time, and Darrell had threatened me. I considered telling Tanner how mean they were to me, but I was afraid he'd just call me a whiner or a wimp. I am a wimp, I know that, particularly compared to Darrell and Jim, but I wasn't a whiner, and I didn't want Tanner to think I was. Besides I was still his number one boy and I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that. When the doorbell rang I opened the door, but I stepped back out of Darrell's reach and got ready to run if necessary. He sneered at me as he entered, not bothering to close the door. "You shit. You lied about me. I didn't say anything to you" I shouted at him. "I got your number, you little creep" he said. "You just wait." He reached for me, but I headed for the back of the house. That was scary, because Darrell was a muscle boy, a good wrestler, a lot bigger than me and he was willing to lie to Tanner about me. I was really going to have to watch my step. When I got upstairs to my bedroom, I saw Darrell, still fully clothed, on his knees in front of Tanner, head bowed in fealty. "Are you my boy?" Tanner asked. That was all fine and good except that Darrell had a great big smile on his face. He loved this sort of thing, being totally subservient to Tanner. "Yes, sir" he said softly. "My cocksucker, huh? You my cocksucker?" As always with Tanner, total deference was required. For anybody else, being called a cocksucker would have been humiliating, but Darrell's grin got even bigger. The son-of-a-bitch liked it. "Yes, sir" Darrell said. "Good boy" Tanner said with a big smile. "Show me how devoted you are. Kiss my ass." Darrell didn't move or say anything for a moment trying to figure out what Tanner meant. Then he said: "huh?" "You listening?" Tanner snapped. "I said kiss my ass. Get that pucker up and give my ass a good kiss." Tanner didn't move, so Darrell looked up with a questioning look. "Move it" Tanner demanded. Finally catching on, and seeing that Tanner was not going to move, Darrell crawled around behind Him on his hands and knees and gave his ass a kiss. I was still standing by the door and had a huge grin on my face. Shit, it was so cool watching Tanner take total control of a guy like this. Watching him humiliate a guy like that was a sight to behold. But it didn't seem to be working with Darrell, because I could see from the bulge in his shorts that he was totally turned on. He was loving it. The more outrageous and demeaning Tanner was to him, the more he seemed to like it. "Don't kiss my bikini" Tanner snorted. "Kiss my ass." Darrell dutifully pulled Tanner's bikini down off his ass and gave it a kiss. "Good boy, good boy" Tanner chortled, as he reached back and ruffled Darrel's hair. "Now pull my bikini down." Darrell did what he was told, pulling the bikini down and off. "Good, boy. Now stick your nose in my crack and give me a nice wet kiss." I watched Darrell's face, and he was showing no emotion at all. Completely sober. But he had his hand in his crotch, groping himself like crazy. Oh yeah, he was turned on. Really turned on. "You like that, baby?" Tanner asked, twisting around and looking back. "You like kissing Tanner's ass?" "Yes, sir" Darrell said, and I could tell it was heartfelt. He really meant it. He was really turned on. Without further instruction he jammed his nose into Tanner's crack and kissed it several more times. Tanner turned around, grabbed Darrell by the head with both hands, and pulled him to his feet. Holding his head, he pulled him into a kiss. A deep French kiss. As it went on and on, Tanner reached down with one hand, grabbed Darrell's ass and pulled him in tight. With his other hand on his head, Tanner now grabbed onto his hair and bent him over backwards keeping the rough kiss going. Yeah, a show of power and control, a show of total domination. And as best I could see, Darrell was melting in his arms. Fuck. Finally breaking the kiss and with one arm around him, Tanner reached down, grabbing Darrell's legs and lifted him into his arms. Darrell was a stud and probably weighed 175 pounds, but Tanner lifted him like a feather. Holding him there in his arms and looking into his eyes, Tanner kissed him again. Darrell had a smile on his face that literally spread from ear to ear. Tanner, standing there holding him in his arms and kissing him, like a bride or something, showing his incredible strength, must have been driving Darrell into a state of ecstasy. The expression on his face as Tanner held him in his arms was something for the record books, total elation. As much as I was learning to hate Darrell, and as much as I hated seeing him in Tanner's arms, and even as jealous as I was, this was turning me on. This was hot. But what I wanted, of course, what I would have given my right arm for, was to be there in his place, in Tanner's arms. Tanner carried him over and laid him down on the bed. Then climbing on top, he sat on his chest, slid up and rested his balls in his face. Tanner didn't say anything, but he didn't need to, because Darrell started lapping away at his balls. Tanner looked over a me and winked. Yeah, winked. I wasn't sure what it meant, but at least he was thinking of me and he was not mad at me. Tanner's ten inches was standing straight up like a flag pole as Darrell licked his sack, but from that position, sitting on his chest, there was no way Tanner would be able to get his dick down into Darrell's mouth. But he tried. Sliding back off of Darrell's face and grabbing him by the hair, Tanner bent his very hard dick down and pushed it into his mouth. The angle was all wrong, but Tanner jerked on Darrell's hair and jammed four or five inches of his enormous schlong into his mouth. "Come-on, baby. Suck on it" he said. Darrell started sucking and Tanner started dragging his head back and forth by his hair. The only sounds for the next ten minutes or so were Darrell's slurping sounds as he was force fed Tanner's dick. I didn't figure that would last because the position was just wrong for face fucking, and I knew Tanner liked to stick his dick in deep. Sitting on a guy's chest while you fucked his face was a great show for dominance/submission but was not practical for a great blowjob. So, I wasn't surprised when Tanner climbed off. Getting off the bed entirely, he grabbed Darrell and dragged him over, so his head was hanging over the side. Now Tanner had a direct line from Darrell's mouth into his gullet and he immediately took advantage of it. Sticking his thumb in Darrell's mouth to open him up, he stuck his dick in and pushed, jamming it all the way to the root so his balls were crammed in tight against Darrell's nose. I actually saw the bulge in Darrell's throat as Tanner's dick forced its way in. I told you Darrell was a hell of a cocksucker, and he proved it now, because as Tanner pulled back and slammed his prick in again, Darrell didn't choke. Tanner's ten incher was jammed deep into his throat and he took it like a pro. I was shocked and amazed, and very impressed. I knew I'd never be able to do that. Pulling back again, and giving a gasping Darrell a chance to breathe, Tanner started to fuck. Nice steady even rhythm, he was jacking maybe seven or eight inches into Darrell, just enough to get the feel of his tight throat with each thrust. Darrell reached around and grabbed Tanner's ass cheeks and started squeezing them, encouraging Tanner to fuck his face. It was very hot, but I got tears in my eyes. Jesus, Darrell was good. I just knew I'd never be that good. I wanted to leave or at least turn away, but Tanner had already made it clear that I had to watch, and I definitely didn't want to do anything to piss him off now. Tanner kept it going, long and slow and deep, on and on. Darrell must have had a throat of steel because Tanner just kept going for ten and then fifteen minutes. His hands behind his head most of the time with his head thrown back in delight, he just kept on and on plowing Darrell's face. Every tenth stroke or so, he'd push and keep pushing until his crotch was mashed against Darrell's face. Then he'd give it a quick jab, trying to increase his pleasure in the tight throat, before pulling back. Darrell was astonishing. And then Tanner started groaning, evidently getting close. I was surprised because Tanner always started getting violent when he was getting close, but this time he only went: 'ugh, ugh, ugh' and started to shoot. He did finally reach down and take hold of Darrell's head, but just to hold him steady as he pushed in one final time. He was obviously overloading Darrell because his cum began spurting out of Darrell's mouth and dripping down over his eyes and into his hair. But Tanner just held him there, his dick deep in his mouth as he fired his load. He was quivering slightly in excitement as he fired, but he didn't make a sound. Then, finally, Darrell choked, and Tanner noticed. He immediately pulled his dick out and Darrell spewed out his cum and took a huge gasping breath. Obviously, he hadn't swallowed much of Tanner's cum because he desperately needed to breathe. Tanner just stood there jacking his dick slowly as Darrell slowly recovered. "Roll over" he finally said. Darrell rolled over and lifted his head. "Clean me up" Tanner ordered him. Darrell dutifully licked his cock clean, and then his balls and his crotch. Tanner stepped back and turned to me. "Now there's how you suck cock" he said. Turning back to Darrell and giving him a big grin, he said: "Get up here cocksucker". Darrell was beaming as he got up off the bed. "That was the best damn blowjob I've ever had" Tanner said as he grabbed him and pulled him into a hug and a kiss. "Best damn cocksucker in the world" he said as he came up momentarily for a breath of air. Darrell was grinning up a storm as Tanner continued the kiss. ✽✽✽ I was feeling just about as low as I'd ever felt in my life. Tanner was simply ignoring me and giving all his attention to Darrell. After the blowjob, he'd taken Darrell into my bathroom and they'd showered together. He'd never offered to do that with me, and just to make it worse, Tanner even made me get the towels for them. 'This deserves a celebration' Tanner had said. 'After the best damn blowjob in history, we deserve a reward.' So, the three of us went out for soda's. I hated it of course because all Tanner could talk about was how great Darrell was, and of course, Darrell was eating it up. His face was absolutely glowing. Tanner had to know how I was feeling, how hurt I was by being ignored, but he obviously didn't care. He said he was going to fuck me this afternoon, but I began to wonder. Did he even remember? And I was feeling so low that I wondered if I even wanted it. Let me tell you I was depressed. It looked like I was losing out to Darrell for Tanner's approbation and I was crushed. I just knew I couldn't compete with Darrell for Tanner's affection. Just to rub it in, Tanner had his arm around Darrell the whole way to the malt shop, and even gave him a kiss or two, right out in public. And when we got there Tanner gave me the money, but I had to go get the drinks, while he smooched up to Darrell. I hated this more than anything, having to wait on Darrell after he'd threatened me, and was busy stealing Tanner from me. Tanner was gushing over Darrell the whole time until we finished out drinks. "So, tell me, Darrell. What did Charlie say to you in the locker room when I was working out with Rasheed?" Tanner asked sweetly. My ears really perked up at this. Was Tanner going to confront him? "Huh? What?" Darrell said. "You told me he said something to you" he said. "What was it?" "Ahhh ... he said. He said .... " Darrell stuttered as he looked over at me. "Oh, yeah, the little shit said he owned you. He said you'd do anything he wanted you to do. Yeah, that's what he said." "He told you he owned me?" Tanner asked. "Yeah, Tanner. He was being a real shit and he said I'd better watch out or he'd get you after me." "You told me he had me in the palm of his hand. That's what you told me yesterday" Tanner said. "Is that right?" "Yeah, Tanner. Yeah" Darrell said. "He said that too." "You're a fuckin liar, Darrell" Tanner said. "No, Tanner. No. I ...." "A liar, Darrell. You made that up, and Charlie is very upset" Tanner said. "What are you going to do about that?" "He's a shit, Tanner" he said as he began to sweat. "I don't know what you see in him. He says all kinds of shit about you." "You're making this all up, Darrell, and you're beginning to get me pissed" Tanner snapped at him and reached over and grabbed him by the shirt front. "I don't like guys lying to me. You apologize to Charlie right now or I'm going to tear you a new asshole." There was a long hesitation as Tanner held him by the collar glaring into his face. But Darrell knew he was caught. "I'm .... I'm s-s-sorry, T-T-Tanner" he said softly. "I'm s-sorry." As he said that he glanced over at me with a look of hatred, like you wouldn't believe. And now I really knew I was going to watch my ass because he was going to be after me. And, I didn't believe for a minute he was sorry, he was only sorry he got caught. "Apologize to Charlie" Tanner repeated, giving him a shake. Darrell had tears in his eyes now. He didn't like having Tanner mad at him any more than I did. "Shit, I'm really sorry, Tanner. I didn't mean ...." "To Charlie, not me" Tanner said again. "I'm sorry, Charlie" he finally said, but his eyes were shooting daggers at me while he said it. "Good, we'll say no more about it" Tanner said. "Okay, Charlie?" I wasn't satisfied, and I knew Darrell was going to try to murder me at the first opportunity, but what could I say. "Okay, Master." I made a point of saying 'Master' because I wanted Darrell to see that I had a special relationship with Tanner that he didn't have. Then I grinned at Darrell; or call it a smirk; 'the cat that swallowed the canary' look of satisfaction. I was definitely one-up on him for Tanner's affection. "Except" Tanner said and waited. Darrell and I both looked at him expectantly. "Except, you owe him, Darrell. You owe Charlie. And you're going to give him a blowjob." Darrell and I both looked shocked, and then the smirk on my face got enormous. I almost laughed. "You're going to blow Charlie this afternoon, Darrell, and I'm going to enjoy watching." I didn't dare laugh but Tanner did. Darrell just had a horrified look on his face. "Yeah, I'm going to enjoy it, and so is Charlie." "Tanner?" Darrell said, totally shocked. "Shut up, Darrell" Tanner growled at him. "You owe him and you're going to do it. That's settled. So, say it." "Huh?" Darrell said. "Say it" Tanner repeated. "Tell Charlie you're going to suck him off." You can imagine the look on my face. I was glowing. And of course, Darrell was shocked, horrified, stunned, appalled; and I loved it. "Tanner?" Darrell gasped. "Please." Tanner just waited, glaring at him, until he finally spoke. "I'm going to blow you, Charlie" he mumbled softly, not even looking at me. It's hard to tell you how I felt, but I suppose 'glorious' might be the word. "Okay, enough of that" Tanner said. "Darrell, what do you think of Mr. Carson?" The quick change of subject startled both Darrell and me, but we finally got with it. "Mr. Carson? The chemistry teacher?" Darrell asked. "Yeah, him. He's gorgeous isn't he?" Tanner said. "Oh, yeah. He is gorgeous" Darrell answered. "I just love looking at him." "I'm going to fuck him" Tanner said bluntly. "Really?" Darrell said. "You and Mr. Carson? I'd love to see that." "Good, you can come along" Tanner said. "I'm going to fuck him today." "What? Today? Now?" Darrell said in surprise. I was surprised too. In fact, I was shocked. My joy at Darrell's humiliation turned to misery, just like that. Tanner did forget. He didn't remember his promise. But then he turned to me. "Listen, hon" he said as he reached up and tousled my hair. "I know what I promised, and I will make it up to you. Actually, Darrell's going to make it up to you." He moved his hand down to my neck, giving it a friendly squeeze, and then down my back giving me chills. "Okay, hon? Hmmm?" His smile was so warm and friendly that I melted right there as he rubbed his hand up and down my back. "Don't you worry yourself none, because your chance is going to come." Moving from my back he took hold of my hand and pulled it over to his crotch and held it there. He wasn't hard, but he wasn't totally soft either, so there was a sizable lump there. "Maybe not today, but sometime soon. Okay, honey?" "Okay, Tanner" I said softly, totally bowled over by his soft voice and big smile. "Of course, Tanner." Okay, so he wasn't going to fuck me today, but I had the satisfaction of knowing that Darrell was going to be humiliated like never before. And, Darrel was an amazing cocksucker, so this was something to look forward to. My prick gave a surge in my pants. This was definitely something to look forward to. "Don't you worry yourself none, sweetheart" he said softly, looking me in the eye. "We'll get to it." "Okay, Master" I said as I gave Darrell another smirk. "Now to action" Tanner said. "I'm going to fuck Mr. Carson today. I found out where he lives, and that fucker owes me." "He owes you?" Darrell asked. "Hell, yes. The bastard stood me up. He definitely owes me." So, we headed out to visit Mr. Carson, our chemistry teacher. [email protected]

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Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2024 19:54:10 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter twenty-two This story contains body worship and rough sex between consenting gay men. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Twenty-two it was in the middle of the night when I heard the sirens. They were so loud that it sounded like they were right in front of the house. As I opened my eyes, I saw the emergency red lights flashing and lighting up my room. The bedside clock said a quarter to three. I struggled to wake myself up, (I'm a deep sleeper, slow waker-upper), but finally grabbed some shorts and slipped into some sandals and went out to find out what was going on. I noticed that Tanner's bedroom door was open and when I stuck my head in, I saw that he was gone. What the hell? I hurried down the stairs and went out the front door. There were two police cars and a EMT ambulance and a fire turck in the street in front of my house. As I looked around, I saw Tanner across the street in front of his house. Hell, how could I not see him for god's sake: exhibition time; he was only wearing a pair of skimpy workout shorts. Skimpy, snug, baby blue ones. He stood out like a sore thumb. I headed across the street. Standing there with Tanner were three cops and a neighbor. My dad was there too, wearing a bathrobe and slippers. There were two paramedics working with someone on the ground, which had to be Tanner's mom. I mean, they were right on the lawn in front of her house; his house; so it had to be her. But, except for the paramedic guys, all eyes were on Tanner, not the person on the ground. Did I say he was sticking out like a 'sore thumb'? Actually, it was more like being 'shamelessly cocky', almost scandalous, standing there in all his glory. You know how he looks; perfect body, muscles bulging even in repose, and standing there now with those very snug baby blue shorts: hell, yes, he was the center of attention. And besides it was clear from the bulge there that he wasn't wearing any underwear under them. One of the cops had his mouth hanging open and his eyes seemed to be glued to Tanner crotch. Tanner walked over when I came across the street. "The neighbors heard her screaming" he said. "Your mom?" I asked. He nodded. "What do you think of the hunky one? The one with jet black hair and pretty face?" "Huh? What?" It took me a couple seconds and then it clicked; he was talking about the cop; the one that seemed to be so enamored with him. I looked over and saw that the guy was young and cute, looking like a teenager. He also looked like a hunk, filling out his uniform very nicely. "He's kind of old for you, isn't he?" I asked. I mean, Tanner wasn't even eighteen yet and most all of his 'harem' were teenagers. This guy looked young but had to be in his twenties. "Yeah" he said as he grinned and gave me a wink. "He gets off work at eight o'clock this morning." "Oh?" Yeah, the guy's too old, or yeah, I'm seeing him at eight o'clock. Tanner wasn't wasting any time. "But your mom?" I asked. Tanner's mom was an absolute bitch, but even so, I was a little surprised at his lack of interest. "I don't know. They're trying to figure it out. I guess she's not hurting. The neighbor said she just came out in the yard and started screaming." She was obviously awake, but she wasn't screaming now. It looked to me like she was just lying there comatose while the ambulance guys checked her out. "I like the way he's really trying to look butch" Tanner chuckled. "See the way he's puffing out his chest? He wants me to notice." "Tanner. Your mom" I said in exasperation. "That's your mom." "Stepmom. And she's a nut case. We both know it. You think I should give a shit?" "Well, I don't know. Maybe not," I said "but ...." "You go back to bed. I'll check it out" he said. "That's okay. I'll stay with you." "I said, 'go to bed'. Now" he ordered me. I was barely awake anyway, so I turned and went back to bed. This had nothing to do with me anyway. -------------- I opened my eyes when I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw that Tanner was standing next to my bed. "It's after ten" he said. Tanner knows I'm slow at waking up, so he just waited, giving me a moment to clear my head. "Ah, yeah. Okay" I said groggily. As I sat up Tanner stepped back, and there was the cop, the cute twentyish one with the black hair. It was instantly clear that he and Tanner had already got it on. First of all, he was naked to the waist. No, no; first of all, he was wearing a collar with a leash attached. Yeah, Tanner had him in a slave collar and leash. He was naked to the waist, but there were tatters of what had probably been a wife-beater before it was ripped to shreds, hanging from his waist. And, by the way, he looked even hunkier out of uniform than he did in. His hair was a mess, his face was flushed, his left cheek was red, and his lips looked bruised. He was beautiful. And damned if he didn't have a silly grin on his face. Tanner put his arm around the guy's shoulders and pulled him into a hug. The guy gave Tanner a kiss on the cheek. "He's got pretty lips, don't you think?" Tanner said with a chuckle as he rubbed a finger over the guy's lips. Then he stuck his finger in the guy's mouth. "He sucks good too, don't you, baby?" "Mmmm" was all the guy said as he sucked on Tanner's finger. Was the guy embarrassed at all by Tanner saying this stuff in front of me? Hell no. He barely knew I was there he was so enamored and besotted with Tanner. Tanner chuckled and gave the guy a friendly pat on the cheek. "I have to go to the hospital" he said to me. "Gary is going to drive me there." "Huh? The hospital?" "it's my mom. They need a next of kin." "What? Why? How would ....?" I mumbled. "Next of kin" he said. "I'm all she's got. My dad's a thousand miles away." "But .... But ...." "Sorry. I've got to go. They're saying I must make medical decisions for her or something." "You? How could you?" "Evidently I've got the medical rights or some such bullshit. I'll let you know what's going on later. By the way, Jim and Jerod are coming over. You knew that, right?" "Well, I don't know. I ahhh .... I think so" I mumbled. I still wasn't quite awake, but I did remember him saying something about seeing them later. "Yeah, they'll be coming by. And by the way," he said with a chuckle, "there's something I forgot to tell you." "Yeah?" I asked nervously. That chuckle made me think it wasn't going to be good news. Tanner hesitated before he spoke. "Jerod's going to give you a blowjob." "Huh? You're kidding? Jerod?" "You didn't think his apology to you was going to be his only punishment, did you? He owes me. He crossed me and there ain't no way I can let that go by. His punishment is doing something he is really going to hate; blowing you." He laughed. "Shit, I'm sorry I'm not going to see it." I took note once again that it was not Jerod beating me up that pissed Tanner off, it was Jerod daring to touch Tanner's property: me. Tanner still saw this as a personal affront. "Does Jerod know this?" I asked. "Does he know he's going to blow me?" "Jim knows. He'll set it up. You can tell me all about it later." "Tanner, please" I pleaded, fully awake now. "Don't do this. Not without you here. Please, no. Jerod will kill me." "Don't worry. Jim will take care of it" he said. "Tell Jerod he's to pretend I'm here watching, so I expect him to give one hell of a blowjob." "Tanner. No, no, no" I pleaded. "Gotta go, babe" he said as he bent down and gave me a peck on the lips. "They'll be here pretty soon." Giving the leash a slight tug, he walked out of the room with the cop tagging along behind. What the fuck was I going to do? Jim and Jerod? They hated me. Jerod really hated me, while Jim simply ignored my existence. What the fuck? Without Tanner here I just knew Jerod wouldn't suck my cock. No way. And Jim? Of course, he was bigger than Jerod and could probably whip his ass, but they were best friends. Did Tanner really expect Jim to make his best friend do something he didn't want to do, like suck me off? Tanner may have believed it, but I didn't. There was simply no way that Jim would try to force his best friend to blow me even at Tanner's direction. And there was no way Jerod was going to do it without Tanner standing over him making him do it. So, it was a quandary. I was convinced that without Tanner there, instead of getting my dick sucked, I was going to get my ass kicked. I still had a bruise on my cheek from the last time and I didn't want to go through that again. I'd do anything for Tanner, and if he wanted to beat me up, that would be perfectly okay, but I wasn't going to let myself be a patsy for somebody else's fists, even for Tanner. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there on the side of the bed almost shaking. I didn't want to disobey Tanner, but I didn't want to confront Jim and Jerod either. Why would Tanner do this to me? And leave it to me, wimpy Charlie. I got tears in my eyes. I was afraid. And then. A glimmer of an idea. Darrell. Darrell had come to my defense when Jerod beat me up the last time. Darrell would help me. I got on the phone. "Darrell, I've got a problem" I said to a sleepy voice. "It's Saturday morning, Charlie" he moaned. "What are you doing up at this hour?" "It's after nine, almost ten" I said. "Darrell, listen. I need your help. I'm desperate." This seemed to get his attention and help wake him up. "Yeah? What? What's going on?" So, I told him the story. The blowjob, Jim and Jerod, and Tanner not being here. "I just know Jerod's going to kick my butt, Darrell. I just know it" I said. "Jim doesn't like you very much either, does he?" Darrell asked. "Seems to me I've seen him push you around some." "Yeah, he treats me like shit" I said. "So, you can see the problem. He'll probably hold me down while Jerod beats me to death." "Yeah, I can see the problem" he answered. "I can't take on Jim and Jerod both, but maybe I can talk to them." "Please, Darrell. Please" I said. "You're my only hope." "Okay, Charlie. Take it easy. What time are they coming." "I don't know" I answered. "Tanner didn't say. I would guess around ten." "I'm at my cousin's house, Charlie, so I've got to get him up to get a ride. It'll be a while, but I'll get there as soon as I can." "Okay, but please hurry. I'll try to delay them until you get here" I said and hung up. I got up and grabbed a clean bikini from the drawer and started to put it on. That's when the bedroom door opened. Shit, they were here already. There was Jim, with Jerod behind him. Obviously, they felt like they owned the place since they hadn't knocked or anything, but had just walked right in. I pulled the bikini on as they entered the room. Jim looked around and then, without saying a word, went back out into the hall. I knew he was checking Tanner's bedroom. Jerod stood there looking at me like I was something that had been dragged out of a sewer. Ten seconds later Jim was back. "Where's Tanner" he demanded. "He's not here. He's ...." I started to say. "I can see that, you dumb shit" Jim snapped. "Where is he?" :"He had to go to the hospital. His mother is there." "That bitch is in the hospital?" he said. Yeah, everybody thought of her as 'the bitch'. "Well, fuck. We were supposed to meet him here." "Yeah, I know" I said. "That's what he told me." "Yeah?" Jim queried. "What did he tell you?" "He told me ..." I gulped. "He said to tell you to pretend that he was here watching." "Watching what?" Jim snapped. What was I supposed to say? Jim knew very well 'what'. "Watching ... ahhh .... whatever" I mumbled. Jim stepped up to me, glaring into my face. "Watching what?" he repeated. Jerod was still standing by the door wondering what the hell was going on. He didn't have a clue. "Please, Jim. You know what" I pleaded. "What did Tanner say, you little creep" Jim growled right into my face. "Tell me." "He said ... He said ..." I whispered, barely audible. "He said Jerod would suck me." "WHAT THE FUCK?" came from Jerod. I had whispered but he heard me anyway. "I'm supposed to do what?" "Jim, that's what he said" I pleaded with Jim as I tried to step back. However, I was against the dresser and couldn't get away. "You little shit" Jim murmured right into my face. Evidently this was all my fault. But then he turned away from me, looking at Jerod. "We've got a problem, bro" he said. "What is this shit?" Jerod asked. "What's going on?" Jim stepped away from me. "Tanner's still pissed at you" he said to Jerod. "You knew Charlie belonged to him, but you beat him up anyway." "But I apologized" Jerod protested. "He made me apologize to the little twerp." Again, he gave me one of those looks of complete hatred. "I don't know what he sees in this skinny runt anyway." "Tanner says you gotta pay. You crossed him, so you gotta pay up." "He didn't say anything to me" Jerod said defensively. "He said it to me" Jim answered. "He was supposed to be here to tell you." "Well, he ain't here" Jerod said stubbornly. "And what was he supposed to tell me?" "You know" Jim said. "You heard what Charlie said." "He didn't say anything to me, and I'm damned if I'll suck this little creep." "Tanner says you've got to" Jim said. "No fuckin way" Jerod said. He just stood there glaring at Jim, but Jim was glaring back. There was a long pause. They ignored me completely. It was like I wasn't even there. "You gonna say no to Tanner?" Jim said softly, very softly, with an edge to his voice. "You gonna tell him no?" Now Jerod's look changed. Not glaring now but looking nervous. He now began to realize what he was suggesting, that he was talking about disobeying Tanner. There was a long hesitation as he thought it over. He now began to focus less on the idea of sucking my dick and more on what it would mean to deliberately disobey Tanner. "No. Please. Jim" he pleaded. "Did he really say that?" "You heard me" Jim answered. "Jesus, Jim. I can't do this. I can't suck him. I can't suck this little twerp." You know what? I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. But, I also felt vindicated. The son-of-a-bitch beat me up and I still have the bruises. I was about to get my revenge. Now, I'll admit that I can be a real shit sometimes and right now, even as upset as Jerod was, I couldn't help but grin at him. Jerod had one hell of a predicament, but there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to get my dick sucked by the hunky wide receiver on the football team. My prick began to grow. For the longest time they just stared at each other as the realization sank into Jerod that he had no choice. And listen to this: he got tears in his eyes. He hadn't even done anything yet, but he was completely humiliated. But the bastard deserved this. He owed it to me. But I admit, I loved it. I tried my damnedest to make my grin go away, but I think it just turned into a smirk instead. It didn't matter because they weren't looking at me anyway. Thank God. It would have been a thousand times worse if Jerod saw me smirking at him. My prick was now fully hard and raring to go. Jerod finally looked at me. "You little son-of-a-bitch" he said. "Jerod" I said. "I ain't never done nothin to you. Never." And this was totally true, I hadn't. The only reason he hated me was because of my special relationship with Tanner. He was simply jealous. And so was Jim. And so were the other guys. It also pissed them off that they were hunks, so they felt they were much more deserving than a twit like me. "Cut it, both of you," Jim said. "Let's get this over with." He looked at me. "Get out of those panties and go lie down on the bed." I can often be a shit but sometimes I can be sensible and act reasonably intelligent. Of course, I realized how hard this was for Jerod. I also realized that even though I was Tanner's best bud, Tanner also liked Jerod. That's what this was all about. Tanner needed to punish Jerod, but he also wanted to keep him around. So, if Jerod and I were both going to be part of Tanner's 'harem' we had to learn how to get along, somehow. "Listen, Jerod, this is not my fault" I said. "I didn't start this, you did, but it's okay. You apologized and that's fine with me. So, let's just shake hands and forget it. You don't have to do this" I said. I stuck out my hand. Jerod just stared at me, until I finally dropped my hand. Then, believe it or not, he smiled. Yeah, he smiled. "You are a real shit, aren't you" he said. "Now get your ass over on the bed. What Tanner wants; Tanner gets." What? He's refusing me? I'm letting him off the hook and he's saying no? But why am I surprised? Nobody pays attention to me anyway. But Jerod was grinning. Is this called: 'grin and bear it'? Is that what he was doing? Evidently, he decided that since he had no choice in the matter and had to suck me no matter what, he'd just make the best of it. I removed my bikini allowing my very hard dick to pop out and went over and laid down on the bed. "You lucky little fuck" he said as he watched me. "You gonna be only the third guy I've ever sucked, and you better appreciate it." So, yes, Jerod had accepted 'fate accompli'. He was going to make the best of it. My very hard prick bounced up in excitement. I was going to get blown by one of the hottest dudes in our school. Jerod looked at Jim. "Did Tanner say how I was supposed to suck him?" "How to suck?" Jim asked, perplexed. "Is there more than one way to suck a cock? Tanner specifically said to give him a blowjob." Jerod kicked off his shoes, removed his shirt and walked over to the bed. Very slowly, as Jim and I watched, he unbuckled his cutoffs and pulled them down and off. Of course, he was wearing a bikini, a green one. "I got something here for you little boy" he said as he grabbed the bulge in his bikini and squeezed it. Then, as sexily as possible he grabbed the bikini with both hands and pulled it down inch by inch until his prick popped out and banged against his belly. I don't know why he was smiling. Was he confused about who was going to suck who? Whatever the case may be, he was hard. He was turned on. Pulling the bikini off, he went to the foot of the bed, grabbed my legs and jerked me down a couple feet. That shocked me. I had to wonder what he was up to. But he immediately came back around and climbed up on the bed, upside down to me. Now it was clear what he was up to. He simply stuck his dick in my face. I was surprised but didn't object as he pushed it into my mouth. Five seconds later I felt his warm, wet mouth on my dick as he swallowed it. Yeah, swallowed it. I knew from watching him with Tanner that Jerod was one hell of a cocksucker. Yes, he was. Jerod rolled over on his side pulling me with him, so we were face to face: er. face to cock and cock to face. I'd never done the 69 thing before but I instantly loved it. Jesus, can you imagine? You know how I am about sucking cock anyway, and Jerod had a nice one. So perhaps you can imagine how fantastic this was to be sucking a dick and getting sucked at the same time. WOW! And Jerod had a wonderful dick, similar to Darrell's. Delightfully suckable. I'm not even sure which I liked best: sucking or getting sucked because I loved them both. I really worked at it, having the time of my life, and so did Jerod. We both got terrific blowjobs. Now, I know you won't believe this. Of course, you won't. But I'm going to say it anyway. When Jerod left, I think we were friends. Jim too. ---------------- Obviously, Darrell didn't show up until later. When he did finally arrive, he found me still lying on my bed in the nude with this dreamy satisfied look on my face. He joined me in bed and it was early afternoon before we dragged ourselves out, fully sated and satisfied. 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Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2024 14:26:49 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter twenty-three This story contains body worship and rough sex between consenting gay men. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. Remember that Nifty offers all these great stories for free, and they need your support. Consider giving a generous donation. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Twenty-three "Tanner, please" Jerod yelled as the heavy black leather strap landed again on his back. "Please stop." "What did you call me?" "Master, Master" he cried. "Please stop, Master." "How many is that?" Tanner asked. "Please, Master. No more." "How many?" Tanner snapped. "Seven, Master. That's seven" Jerod said. "How many do you want?" "Master, please" Jerod pleaded. "Please don't. Please stop." "How many do you want?" Tanner growled at him. I had no doubt that Jerod was over-reacting. Even though some of the lashes were leaving red stripes across his back, it really didn't look to me like Tanner was exerting himself. There was no way Jerod could have been in as much pain as he was pretending. Besides, as I'm well aware, as tough as Jerod tries to act when he's around other people, he's a total pussy when he's with Tanner. "I .... I .... I .... I want what you want, Master" Jerod said, giving the safe answer and acting the part of a perfect slave. "But please. It hurts." "Bullshit" Tanner said. "It doesn't hurt that much. And besides, you're being punished." "I know, Master. And I'm sorry. But ...." "You're sorry? You're sorry?" Tanner snapped. "It's easy to be sorry after the fact." "Yes, Master. I know. But I didn't think that you ...." "Yeah, you didn't think" Tanner snarled. "You dare to disobey me and not expect me to react?" "But Master. I didn't. I didn't disobey." Jerod was wearing leather wrist cuffs with chains attached which were secured to two posts spreading his arms wide, leaving him hanging there, totally vulnerable to Tanner's whipping. He was naked except for the wrist cuffs and a black leather slave collar. "I tell you to do something, you do it, exactly as I told you" Tanner said. "Honest, Master. I didn't disobey" Jerod repeated. Tanner grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head back. "Does that make me a liar?" he growled in his ear. "No, no, no, Master" Jerod yelped. "No. Of course not. I mean .... I didn't ...." "You thought you were being cute, didn't you?" Tanner said, giving his hair a jerk. "I just didn't think, Master" Jerod said. "I'm sorry. Please, Master. I'm sorry." "I should throw you back out on the street" Tanner growled, giving him a swat on the back of his head. Now that got Jerod's attention, and mine too. Was Tanner being serious? Did he mean to throw us out? I mean, you must understand the relationship we have with Tanner: we members of his 'harem' are true believers. True believers in Tanner's transcendence, with absolute conviction of his complete and total superiority. He gets our total devotion, and we all work at proving we are worthy of his recognition as his worshipers. Call it a cult if you want, I don't care. But I can think of nothing worse than Tanner disowning me; us. Jerod recognized this too. "No, Master, no" Jerod pleaded. "I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "Shut up" Tanner said giving him another swat along the side of his head. "I asked you how many lashes you want" he snapped at him. "How many?" "Please, Master, as many as you want." Tanner gave him another lash with the belt and Jerod let out a yelp. "How many is that" Tanner asked. "Eight, Master. That's eight" Jerod moaned. So, what's going on here, you may ask? For one thing, I'm sitting in the corner with my hands cuffed behind my back. Yes, that's right. I'm handcuffed. Not metal cuffs, but leather ones with a chain attaching them just like Jerod's. And, like Jerod, all I'm wearing is a slave collar around my neck. And we're not in my bedroom either. We're in Tanner's mother's bedroom, in Tanner's house across the street. So, how did this all come about? I'll tell you. Here goes. When Tanner came back from the hospital, he still had the cop in tow and I was still glowing after getting two blowjobs. One, a 69 with Jerod and a regular one from Darrell. As usual, I was sitting in front of the X-Box when he came into my bedroom. "Your mom?" I asked. "They're giving her thirty days in some institution. For evaluation, they said." "And then what?" "Don't know" he answered. I had wondered if Tanner had been at the hospital all day, but now I understood. He'd obviously been with the cop all day and that was a real surprise. Ordinarily, when Tanner picks up a trick, he slaps them around a bit, having his fun with them and then fucks them. 'Bam, bam, thank you ma'am' and that's the end of it. But the cop was still here. He had been totally disheveled with his shirt torn this morning when Tanner woke me up, so it was clear even then that Tanner had already had his fun; and his fuck. But here he was, still in Tanner's possession at the end of the day. He must have been a particularly good fuck. The cop was no longer in his torn uniform but was wearing a wife-beater and white shorts. But he still had the collar around his neck and Tanner was holding the leash. Did I tell you he was a real hunk? Well, he was; he is. And that dreamy look on his face right now as he stared at Tanner was nothing less than amazing, almost laughable. A bedazzled look of total veneration and adoration; a completely captivated worshiper. I swear his tongue was hanging out and his tail was wagging. Tanner must have really done the deal with him. "Now tell me all about your blowjob" Tanner said. "Did Jerod come through?" Then he caught himself. "Hell, of course he came through. He wouldn't dare not come through" he chuckled. "So, tell me. How was it?" So, I told him. I told him how wonderful it was, how I had never 69'ed with anyone before and how much I loved it. I even told him that Jerod seemed to enjoy it, that he enjoyed sucking me off. Tanner didn't say anything but as I talked the look on his face slowly changed from a smile to a frown. I was enjoying so much telling him the story that I almost missed it. But then I saw the anger in his face. "What?" I asked in surprise, interrupting myself right in the middle of a sentence. He turned around and gave his cop a push towards the door. "Tell Jerod to get his ass here at eight o'clock in the morning" he growled as he walked out and slammed the door. I was shocked. I thought Jerod was very clever about the 69 thing, and I loved it. And I did get my blowjob, so what was wrong? As best I could figure, Tanner must see it as disobedience; not doing exactly what we were told. I suppose, if you analyze it, this blowjob had very little to do with me, even though it was because Jerod had beat me up. Tanner wasn't particularly bothered that I got beat up as much as he felt Jerod had crossed him. Jerod had dared to damage Tanner's property, and that was me. So, this blowjob was not my payback or my revenge, in fact it was immaterial whether I liked it or not; this was Jerod's punishment for pissing Tanner off. It was supposed to be punishment, so he was supposed to hate it. Instead, Jerod had turned it into a pleasurable thing for he and I both. It's no wonder Tanner was upset. Where was the punishment? I got on the phone to him. Of course, I was nervous, knowing how volatile Tanner is, and he really did look angry when he left the room. And he slammed the door. It looked like Jerod and I were in trouble. And another thing. Tanner took the cop to bed with him. I missed seeing him fuck the guy this morning when he was in uniform, and I was going to miss it again tonight. I would love to see Tanner fuck a cop. Particularly a hunky one like this one who seemed to be so totally enthralled with Tanner. So, to continue here, Tanner's enormous house was setting empty right across the street, with his mom gone. Remember that big box of leather sex toys? Remember the setup she had in her bedroom where she was fucking Tanner? Well, it was all still there. Tanner had grabbed Jerod and me by the scruff of the neck at eight o'clock on the dot this morning, and marched us across the street, with the cop tagging along behind. When we got into the bedroom, he made us strip and put the collars on. Then he cuffed me and shoved me into the corner and hung Jerod up from that rod. If the cop thought there was anything wrong with what Tanner was doing, he didn't say anything. He just stood there staring at Tanner with this dreamy look of adoration on his face. Believe it or not, not one word was said during all of this. Tanner was obviously still angry and was not in the mood to talk to us. And Jerod and me? Well, Tanner's minions do not question him. After any number of punishments, that's something that I now clearly understood. Do not question anything Tanner does or says, and do not piss him off. Don't piss him off any more than he is already. So, neither Jerod nor I said a word as Tanner manhandled us across the street and got us stripped and shackled. The very first sound that any of us made was when Jerod let out a yelp the first time Tanner let him have it with the belt. But Jerod and I knew what was going on. Tanner is Tanner and he is very unpredictable, and it was clear he had taken offence with Jerod for doing the 69 thing instead of a normal blowjob. Hey, that is his right. When Tanner gives an order, he expects to be obeyed, right down to the letter. So, he had every right to be angry with Jerod, and with me too. But what was with this bondage thing? He'd punished me any number of times but had never even mentioned tying somebody up or whipping them. Never. Oh, I know he went through a lot with his mother. Evidently, he was tied up and beaten and tortured every evening for a week before we finally put a stop to it. In fact, that last night when we'd been looking in the windows, I'd seen for myself his mother working him over with whips and stuff. It now looked like he had learned a lot from her. And it looked like he had decided that he liked it, because here we were. Of course, Tanner is into domination; I mean, that's his thing. And you might even consider him to be somewhat sadistic. I mean, he loves beating guys up, showing his strength and power. He's definitely a bully and enjoys being a bully. Every one of the members of his 'harem' had been beat up, or at least slapped around at some time. That's just Tanner's style. He knocks us around and fucks us, and then somehow makes us become his dedicated worshipers, totally loyal and obedient. But are we masochistic? Are the members of Tanner's 'harem' masochists? Yes and No. We're obviously masochists when with Tanner, that's a given, but except for me and maybe Mr. Carson, they are all tough as nails studs with anyone else. So now it seems that Tanner has added bondage to the picture. Bondage along with discipline. Jerod let out a yelp as Tanner hit him again. I knew my turn was coming, and I was dreading it, even though it was clear that Jerod was overreacting. There was no doubt that Tanner was being gentle; making the whipping a wakeup call more than an actual painful experience. And I found out. By the time I got my tenth lash from the belt, I was hurting, and I knew my back was going to be sore. But thank God for small favors; Tanner was using a belt, not a whip like I'd seen his mother use on him. No bloody whip marks on us like Tanner got from his mother. So, yeah, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Yes, it hurt some, but Jerod had overreacted. He'd been putting on a show. Actually, I'm sure he enjoyed it. "I hope I got my point across to you little shits" Tanner said after he cut me down. Jerod and I were sitting side by side on a lifting bench staring down at the floor. Both of us had tears in our eyes, but not so much from the pain; it was from humiliation and remorse; remorse for disappointing Tanner. "I will not abide disobedience, but the two of you are too stupid to realize that. And saying you're sorry and apologizing doesn't cut it." Jerod and I had both apologized so many times while he was working us over that he had finally told us to shut up under pain of: .... whatever; more whipping maybe. So, right now, we kept our mouths shut. "I will not tolerate disrespect from the two of you, this is your very last warning." I wanted to get down on the floor and kiss his feet and beg forgiveness, but I knew I didn't dare. He'd already said he was sick of our apologies, which he called half-hearted. "Look at me" he snapped. Naturally we'd been looking at the floor in deference, but now we looked up into his face. "Do you understand me?" he growled. "Yes, master" we both answered at the same time. He just stood there glaring at us for a minute or so. Jerod and I were sitting side by side, our arms touching, and I could feel him shivering, and I guess maybe I was too. It wasn't the punishment or the berating from Tanner that made me nervous, it was the fear of rejection. I was worried that Tanner might decide to dump me; dismiss me from the 'harem'. He was acting angry enough to do just that. And that was simply too horrible to contemplate. And since he could easily move back into his own house now that both his mom and his dad were gone, he had no reason to hang around my house and be with me anymore. I wanted to intreat and implore and beg and plead and crawl and grovel at his feet, repeating how sorry I was, but I couldn't; he wouldn't let me. I don't know how Jerod felt but I imagine he was thinking the same way I was. What do you do at this point? He'd already said he was sick of our apologies so .... what? "Charlie, do your job" Tanner said. That was clear enough. I instantly dropped to my knees and removed his shoes and socks, then his shorts and finally his tank top, leaving him in only his bikini. Obviously, this was something I did every day. "Insincere apologies are not enough. There has to be punishment" he said. Okay, so? He'd already done that, hadn't he? We'd already been punished. "Now you need to prove to me that I'm justified in keeping those mouths of yours around. Start with my feet." No problemo. I dropped my head down to his feet and started kissing, and Jerod joined me a second later. So, we worshiped him. One hundred percent under his direction. When I was sucking Tanner's toes, Jerod was sucking his toes. When I was kissing his thighs, Jerod was kissing his thighs. He let us remove his bikini with our teeth, and when I got my tongue on his balls, Jerod's tongue was there too, both of us lapping away. And his prick as well: two sets of lips, two tongues, two mouths, following Tanner's instructions precisely. Then we moved up over his abs to those glorious slabs of pectoral muscle, to his big, rounded deltoids, to his biceps and triceps to his armpits covering every inch of that astonishing physique. Sometimes kissing, sometimes sucking and sometimes licking, always at his specific direction, each of us worshiping identically on our side of his incredible body. So what? Was this supposed to be more punishment? Did Tanner think that worshiping him was somehow going to prove that we deserved his time and attention? He had to know what pure pleasure this was for us. Hell, Jerod and I both knew what a privilege it was to be allowed to worship him, so if this was punishment, please bring it on. Give me more. You can probably imagine what this was doing to me and Jerod. There was a puddle of pre-cum on the floor under my dick where I had been dripping. I was gasping occasionally trying to keep from getting too hot. I knew it would be a disaster if I shot prematurely. After all, we were supposed to be pleasuring Tanner, not ourselves. We were supposed to be showing him we were worthy of being members of his 'harem'. When we finally worked our way back down Tanner's body to his prick, he grabbed on to us and jacked that enormous pole between our two sets of lips for a bit. Anyway, you can bet we outdid ourselves as slavish fawning sycophants. Then he pushed us away. "You don't touch, and you don't cum" Tanner said to us as he walked over to the sit-up bench. He snapped his fingers at the cop who was still standing by the door with that goofy look on his face. The cop jumped to attention and rushed over. Tanner lay back on the bench and the cop got on his knees in front of him. "Suck" Tanner said, and the cop went at it. Now I understood why Tanner's still him had around, because he was an amazing cocksucker, able to take all ten inches with almost no difficulty. "Strip" Tanner ordered him after a bit. The cop tried to raise his head, but Tanner grabbed him and held him on his dick. It only took a couple seconds for the cop to figure it out, as he kicked his shoes off and wiggled his way out of the shorts and underwear, keeping Tanner's dick in his mouth. "I said strip" Tanner repeated as he held on to the guy's head, keeping a slow up and down pump on his dick. I told you the guy was a hunk; he had muscle. With Tanner's dick still in his mouth he grabbed his wifebeater and ripped it down the front and slipped it off his shoulders. "Slow and deep" Tanner ordered him as he let go of his head. Obediently, the cop started very slowly deep throating Tanner's monster. Taking all ten inches, holding it for a few seconds, swallowing or tonguing it or something, and then pulling back almost to the tip. A quick breath, and then back down, doing it again. This went on and on, for maybe ten minutes. No expression on Tanner's face at all as he watched the guy trying to choke himself on his big whanger. More than anything else, I think he was amazed at the guy's ease of doing it. Then Tanner grabbed his hair and pulled him up off his dick. "Okay, climb on" he said, "facing me." "Thank you, sir" the cop said. Since Tanner was lying on an incline, the cop was able to straddle the bench and Tanner both with his feet still on the floor and get his ass right over Tanner's dick. "Thank you, sir" he repeated and grabbing Tanner's ten-inch monster; lining it up, he gently lowered himself onto it. I had to wonder about no prep, no spit or cream or anything, but the cop didn't seem to be worrying about it as Tanner's big whanger eased itself into his butt. My guess was he greased himself up this morning knowing what was to come. Or maybe Tanner had already opened him up this morning, or maybe he was a real masochist. Oh, I could see there was some pain showing in his face as he scrunched up, but he was totally silent as he lowered himself onto that big prick. "Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir, thank you, sir, think you, sir" he said quickly under his breath. Jesus. That had to be hurting. No wonder Tanner was keeping him around. Hey, you think I wasn't hot, my dick bobbing up and down as I watched. I wasn't touching it but was just trying my damndest to keep it from blasting off. Jerod's dick was bobbing up and down too in excitement as he sat there on his knees next to me. We both knew we'd be in deep shit if we ejaculated after Tanner told us we couldn't. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaa" the cop finally groaned as he sank down on Tanner's enormous dick. I don't know how many times Tanner had fucked him in the past 24 hours, but depending on how much he prepped, it had to hurt. He was gasping for breath and panting frantically, but still kept whispering "thank you, sir" like a mantra, under his breath. "Move it, baby. I'm ready to fuck" Tanner said. The guy had hesitated, trying to adjust to the monster up his butt, but now he pushed harder, sinking all the way down on it. "Aaaaaaaaaaaa" he groaned again as he finally reached bottom. I grabbed my dick, but then remembered Tanner's directive and let go. "Thank you, sir" the cop said clearly as he looked into Tanner's eyes. "Thank you for letting me fuck you, sir." Jesus. He was not only a masochist of the first order, but a perfect submissive too. "Well? Go" Tanner said, sounding exasperated. "Do it." The cop slowly, very slowly, pulled up and then sank back down on the big piece of meat. But now Tanner had evidently reached the limit if his patience, because he grabbed the guy by the shoulders and rammed his hips upwards, forcing his dick in deep and slamming his crotch against the guy's ass. "SIR" the guy screamed. Yeah, screamed. "SIRRRRRRR", he screamed again. Tanner wiggled his hips, reaming the guy out good before pulling back and slamming in again. "SIRRRRRRR" the guy screamed once more. "Now, go, damn it" Tanner growled. "Yes, sir. Yes sir" he said as he now began to raise his ass up and down on Tanner's prick. Starting and then quickly beginning to pick up speed. Tanner was lying on the incline bench which the guy was straddling him with his feet on the floor, giving Tanner's prick perfect access to his ass. "Move it" Tanner snapped, and the guy really started bouncing up and down. I was beginning to guess what Tanner had in mind here. He said he had to punish us, so was this the punishment? He'd had us worship his body and get so hot we could hardly stand it and now he's making us watch this hot cop fuck himself on his enormous shaft, and he wasn't letting us jerk off. My dick was so hard, and I was so fucking hot, that I could barely hold on. This was not just punishment, this was sheer torture. "Yeah, that's it" Tanner groaned at the cop, beginning to get hot. "Go, go, go." The look on the cop's face had clearly changed from one of pain to one of lust as he stared into Tanner's eyes. No doubt about it, a look of lust and adoration. I imagine the fuck was pure pleasure now. "Thank you, sir" he repeated. As I expected, at the last minute, Tanner grabbed him by the waist and started slamming him down as he rammed his crotch up to meet him, forcing his dick in as far as possible. That's pure Tanner. When he gets hot, he has to take control. "Yes, yes, yes" he groaned as he started to shoot. I felt my dick throb, and was suddenly frightened, remembering that Tanner told us not to cum. He ordered us not to cum. Closing my eyes, I started thinking of a female's pussy; I tried to imagine licking it which was the biggest turn off I could possibly think of, trying to cool myself down. I guess it worked because I caught it just in time, with my dick throbbing and bouncing up and down. It was a close call, and I had a lot of pre-cum pooled in front of me. But I did not ejaculate. When I opened my eyes, I saw the cop had leaned down and was smothering Tanner with kisses all over his face and his neck. He was still murmuring `thank you, sir' over and over as he kissed. I also noticed that he had cum, leaving a puddle on Tanner's chest. I glanced over at Jerod and saw that he hadn't cum either, but his dick was sticking up like a flagpole just like mine. Tanner ignored us as he and the cop got themselves semi-dressed; shorts and shoes. Tanner gave the cop a big, long kiss and then said: 'see you Thursday' as he sent him on his way. That surprised me because Tanner had told me that the 'harem' was closed, and he didn't want anyone else added to the group. But now it seemed he was adding the cop. And the cop wasn't even a kid; he was old. He wasn't as old as Mr. Carson, but he had to be at least in his twenties, definitely not a teenager. As the cop left, Tanner walked over to us, and just stood there, hands on hips, just frowning down at us. He didn't say anything for a couple minutes, which felt like forever. Tanner had put his shorts on, but we were still there on our knees, naked except for our collars, waiting to see what he was going to do next. We were apprehensive, to say the least. Our dicks had gone soft now, but Tanner could see that neither of us had ejaculated, so I assumed we were safe. I hoped he was through punishing us, but he was making me very nervous as he just stood there staring. "Was that fun?" he asked. There was a long pause as we looked up at him. What the fuck? What in the hell was that supposed to mean? Did we have fun? Did he really ask that? Was he really asking if we enjoyed being cuffed, strung up and whipped? Was he asking if we enjoyed being punished for disobedience? The look on his face changed slowly, very slowly from a frown to a smile. I mean, as we watched we saw his lips, deliberately, in slow motion, curl up into a smile and then a sparkle appeared in his eyes. And, very slowly, that unfathomable smile turned into a big grin. "I enjoyed it" he said. I was shocked, and I was sure Jerod was too. Was this supposed to be fun? Scaring the crap out of us and beating the shit out of us as well? This was fun? I don't doubt he enjoyed beating us up because that's just Tanner, but were we supposed to enjoy it too? "All that time with my mom" he said, "I wondered what it would be like to dish it out instead of receiving it." I was already shocked, but now I was even more shocked. "Tanner? What?" I blurted out. I had no clue what to say to him. "Yeah, I had to try it out" he said, and he giggled. "And you guys gave me a perfect opportunity." I could hardly believe what I was hearing. This was all a game for him. All that anger Tanner portrayed was a put-on. He laughed aloud at the shocked looks on our faces. "Yeah, it was fun" he laughed. "Not quite as much fun as I thought it would be, but it was fun. Maybe we'll do it again." "Tanner, how could you?" I said in exasperation. Hell yes, I was exasperated. Not only exasperated, but angry. "How could you?" He just laughed. Jerod just sat there with his mouth hanging open, not saying a word. "All this good shit my mom collected, it'd be a shame not to make use of it." Tanner laughed. "Tanner, this was not a game" I said. Actually, I shouted. "This was not fun." I was furious. "It was fun if I say it was fun" he answered, still showing that big grin. "And watch your mouth." That's when I caught myself and realized I'd let my temper get away from me. Jesus, not again. I instantly felt contrite and embarrassed, my anger dissipating instantly. And I was immediately apprehensive. "Yes, of course, Tanner, sir" I said softly, hoping he hadn't taken offense. He stared at me for a moment, making me nervous, but he did not stop grinning. "If we do it again, you'll enjoy it as much as I did" he said. "I'll see to it." "Yes, sir" Jerod said. I didn't say anything. "Oh, by the way, there's one more thing" Tanner said, and he just waited. I didn't know what he was waiting for, but the pause went on and on as we looked up at him. Jerod was quicker on the draw than I was. "Thank you, sir" he said. Tanner's grin increased. "For what?" he asked. "Thank you, for .. for .... for punishing me. For correcting me" Jerod answered hesitantly. Tanner looked at me. My anger was entirely gone, out like a light, and I was worried about his reaction to my stupid outburst. I bent down and kissed his foot, his shoe. "I'm sorry, Master" I said softly. "Thank you for correcting me." "Sorry for what?" he asked. "I'm sorry for disobeying you, Master" I said and gave his foot another kiss. "Good. Let's go" he said. He grabbed each of us by the arm and pulled us to our feet. He leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips and then the same with Jerod. Then, putting his hand behind my head and holding me there, he gave me a long, deep tongue dueling kiss. He wasn't mad at me. I melted of course. I always do when Tanner gives me one of those super charged kisses. As he pulled away he stared into my eyes from only inches away. "Tell me you enjoyed it" he murmured softly. I was tongue tied at first. Did I enjoy it? Did I? I was frightened the whole time, thinking he was serious about kicking us out. But in retrospect? Tanner says he enjoyed it. Did that mean I had to enjoy it too? "Tell me you enjoyed your master's little game" Tanner said. His hand was still behind my head, so he now pulled me in and kissed me on the nose and then on the forehead. Did I say I already melted in his arms? Of course I did. "Yes, Master" I swooned. Yes, I swooned. God, I loved him. "Yes, Master. I loved it" I said. Tanner was simply magnificent, and so compassionate. He gave me another long kiss on the lips. Then he turned to Jerod and repeated everything. Same everything, the kisses and the questions and more kisses. And, of course, he got the same result. Jerod said he loved it. Did we love it? Of course not, but what do you say? What do you say to your Master? What do you say to someone that you love with all your heart and soul? Right now, the relief was so great, the relief that he wasn't mad, and everything was going to be okay, that it overcame any fear we may have had previously. "We'll try out some of these other things another time" Tanner said as he looked around the room at his mom's collection of sex toys. I actually shivered. Yes, I shivered; but not in fear; no, not in fear: in excitement. Yes, I was already over the fear I had when I thought he was being serious. Now that I knew he was doing it for his own pleasure, doing it because he enjoyed it, I found the idea very exciting. Hell, I could deal with anything if I knew that's what Tanner wanted, that he was reveling in it. I wanted to be his boy-toy. I wanted him to use me; to take his pleasure from me in any way he wished. ✽✽✽ Now, to another issue. As Tanner's best bud, I've been trying to define Tanner's personality for the longest time now. I would like to try to explain him as I understand him. How he can be a bully and God-like at the same time. I mean, I've known him for a several months now, and I'm with him almost every damn minute, so I should be figuring out what makes him tick. If anybody understands him it should be me, since I'm his best bud, his best friend. I don't pretend to be a psychologist or a psychiatrist but I'm not stupid either, nor am I unobservant. I'm going try to be dispassionate about this, and just tell you the long and the short of it, from an insider's perspective. I've called Tanner a god with special powers of persuasion, command and seduction. But that is a cop-out, a simplification that doesn't explain anything. Standing back where you are and trying to evaluate Tanner, you may think he is indifferent and unsympathetic, even cold and uncaring sometimes, but that is not true. Well, it's not completely true anyway. Tanner dominates and fucks guys purely for his own pleasure, that's true. That's fact number one. But his gaydar, yes, he's gay so he has gaydar; his gaydar is so perfect that he knows, he knows instinctively, that the guys he picks want to be dominated; they want him to use them. They want to be used, but they just don't know it yet, so he has to show them; he has to reveal it to them. He clearly knows that after a little coaxing they will wallow in the excitement of his domination. So why is it that Tanner beats up all the guys when he fucks them the first time? Why does he do that if he knows from the very beginning that they are going to be his perfect little bootlickers? I mean, after he picks them out, he beats the shit out of them, turning them into cringing sycophants, and then he fucks them. And he's not gentle about it either. Why does he do that? Why? I can tell you why. For the sheer joy of it. He loves showing his power and strength and fighting ability, and he can only do that when the guys fight back. I think subduing and raping a hunky guy, a virgin hunky guy, is simply euphoria for Tanner. Sheer bliss, beyond measure. That's what he lives for. Yes, he is a bully; he loves beating people up. But his only chance to do it at its best is the first time he picks a guy up, because they all become wimpy worshipers after that first time. Yes, all of them. Always. After only one session with Tanner, they all become fawning little ass-kissers. But that ain't a bad thing, being Tanner's ass-kisser; that's just the way it is. So, he whips their asses, humiliates them, and rapes them, making it abundantly clear from the very beginning that he is completely, positively in charge; and they are nothing more than receptacles for his dick. You may think that that is cold and calculated and maybe it is, but eventually they will love him for it. We must be careful with the word rape. Tanner does not rape. Rape means forced; forced sex, but what if the partner is willing? Of course, that's not rape if they're willing, but what if they don't know it yet? What if they don't know yet that they are willing? Tanner knows positively before he even touches them that they are going to become his admirers and maybe even lovers. As I've said, his gaydar is perfect, so he knows this. So, it's totally logical that if he works them over and fucks them with the knowledge that they will eventually thank him for it, it can't be rape. Oh, I know Tanner's into punishment; he punishes me all the time for mostly imagined slights. But that's punishment, minor corrections, not at all like kicking a guy's ass to the point of complete and total capitulation, turning him into a cringing sycophant. But please understand, he doesn't take away their self-respect, just the opposite. You have to remember that Tanner is very, very picky. The guys he picks out are stunning, with beautiful faces and bodies being built into perfection. Tanner picks nothing but the very best. Any one of his boys would stand out in a crowd anywhere at any time. So, Tanner actually builds their self-image at the same time he is showing his own superiority, making it clear to them how special they are to him, and what an honor it is to be picked by him. This is where those god-like abilities of his come into play, because he is absolutely convincing about his own excellence and perfection, but at the same time he also builds up their own self-esteem, letting them know they are special to him, and therefore superior to the riffraff around them. Definitely superior, second only to Tanner himself. The main thing to remember is that he is not mean. The truth is, I don't think a bully has to be mean. Tanner can be rough; hell, he is rough, he likes rough sex. Even with his most fawning lackeys, Tanner can be rough and demanding when he fucks them. But there is another side to him when he's with one of his harem members, one of his regular boy-toys. Showing through Tanner's roughness and domination is a clear understanding of his compassion and his respect. Yes, respect. He makes it very clear that if he didn't respect us, he wouldn't keep us around. Now, about Tanner's vanity. With complete justification, he is unabashedly vain about his movie star good looks and his body, his perfect body, and he loves to be worshiped. He delights in having a tongue or tongues go over his body, lapping away while he preens and flexes those gorgeous muscles of his. I've seen him lie down for an hour or more letting one of his worshipers have their way with him. He's let me do it twice and I can tell you, there's nothing more thrilling. So, anyway, if Tanner has godlike abilities, or if he simply has a very strong overpowering personality, the fact is, he has created this 'harem' of converts that he has personally picked to be of service to him. Like a 'cult,' this 'harem' is held together by the strength of Tanner's personality. However, just as the name 'harem' implies, its sole purpose is to serve Tanner's needs; not only his needs, but his sexual desires as well. With Tanner, this is well beyond any personality cult. This is a group of dedicated slaves; yes, slaves, completely under his charismatic spell and dedicated to him as their Master, giving him their complete adoration and worship. And they (we) are more than willing to serve his every need. Damn, we're lucky to be a part of this. And, me, Charlie. I'm the luckiest one of all. It's comments and compliments that keep me going. If you like this story, let me know. [email protected]

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Date: Thu, 9 Nov 2023 18:22:26 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter Nine The following story is an erotic fantasy with mostly consensual sex between men. If this is not your thing or you're underage, stop now. However, if you continue, I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to copy it for your own use. Comments always appreciated: [email protected]. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Nine Tanner and I didn't have any classes together, but I usually tried to plan my route between classes to cross his path. He'd smile and wink at me most every time. But that Friday, the day after Tanner had taken Larry's virgin ass, or should I say: after Larry's virgin ass had taken Tanner's enormous cherry breaking whanger. Anyway, I saw Jim Stanley step in front of Tanner in the hallway. I was just a few feet away, so I walked up to see what was going on. Then I was shocked to see Jim push Tanner up against the wall and step up within just inches of him, looking him in the eye. Did he have a death wish? I couldn't believe it. How could anybody in their right mind dare to push Tanner, even a giant like Jim? I wasn't the only one that was shocked. There were a couple dozen other kids walking by. I heard some gasps, and a couple of them jumped back in fear, not wanting to get in between these two giants. Every eye was on them. I was close enough, so I heard what Jim said. "Do I have to kiss you right here in the hall to get your attention?" he asked. Let me tell you, my jaw dropped, and I think my heart skipped a beat. Did I really hear that? I looked around to see if anybody else had heard, but Jim saying that was so unlikely that they wouldn't have believed their ears anyway. This was Jim Stanley, the front linesman on the football team; at 250 pounds, one of the biggest guys in the school, and that was 250 pounds of muscle, not fat. This was Jim Stanley, the biggest, butchest guy on the block threatening to kiss Tanner right in front of the whole school. This couldn't be real. Tanner got a big smile on his face. "Well, I don't know" he laughed. "You gonna do it? I'm game." "You son-of-a-bitch" Jim laughed. "You've been ignoring me, and I'll do whatever it takes." He laughed, and Tanner laughed, and I laughed too. I wanted to see it. Jim, the hulking football star and Tanner, the gorgeous muscle god, kissing in the middle of the hallway. That gave me goosebumps just thinking about it. Most of the kids in the area had stopped to look but evidently none of them except me were close enough to hear what they were saying, but since these two gods seemed to be glaring at each other, they expected an explosion at any moment. "Well, maybe not" Tanner said. "Maybe you won't have to. What's the alternative?" "Meet me at the south end of the bleachers during lunch break" Jim instructed. "Yeah?" Tanner said, his smile changing to a frown. "Is that my alternative or yours?" "Okay, Tanner," Jim corrected himself. "I'm sorry. I'm not telling you, I'm asking you. Please meet me at the bleachers during lunch. I'll make it worth your while." "I bet you will" Tanner said, his smile coming back. "Yes, I bet you will. Okay, I'll see you there." Tanner walked away with Jim looking after him, and not surprisingly, Jim had to reach down and rearrange his pants, making room for his hard-on. I was there the night Tanner beat Jim up in the park and fucked him, and the next night when Jim blew him in my bedroom, so I had seen that Jim had become or was becoming one of Tanner's minions. But they had spent the whole day together in my bedroom on Saturday when I was out with my Mom. I imagine Tanner banged him at both ends all day long, but I wondered if they'd got into some kinky stuff. I mean, I had to clean the piss off the floor of the bathroom. Yeah, there was piss on the floor. You tell me? What did they do that left piss on the floor? I had some ideas, but I only wish I'd been there to actually see what they'd been up to. Whatever the case, Jim was now hot for Tanner's prick and wanted to blow him out by the south bleachers during lunch. No way was I going to miss that. I was the first one out the door of Spanish class when the bell rang. I always met Tanner in the lunchroom where we ate lunch together and sometimes joined by Darrell and Jim and some of the other jocks. There were always strange looks from the jocks, hell, from everybody, seeing me always stuck to Tanner like glue. The hunk and the wimp. They watched me follow him around like his favorite puppy. If they thought I was his personal possession, that was fine with me. I was proud of it. But today I skipped going to the lunchroom. Tanner and Jim were already there, by the bleachers, when I walked up. I heard Tanner chuckling. "Come on, Jim, you liked it at Charlie's house." "Please, Tanner, don't. Not here, not at school" I heard Jim say. "Just let me blow you." Then I saw them. Jim was on his knees opening Tanner's pants, obviously in the process of getting Tanner's dick out. "Jim" Tanner laughed. "Jim, baby. I know what you like, and I know how you like it." Then he grabbed Jim by the hair and pulled his head back. As I looked on in awe, Tanner spit in Jim's face and then used his hand to smear it all over, all the while showing a big smile. Jim let out a moan of excitement and he instantly reached down and grabbed his very hard prick which he'd already pulled out of his pants. He moaned again and I thought he was going to cum. What was Tanner offering that Jim didn't want? Jim wanted to blow Tanner instead of what? Was Tanner getting into water sports? Right here at school? "Oh shit, shit, shit, Tanner" Jim moaned, obviously incredibly turned on. "Please, Tanner. Just let me blow you now, and I'll meet you later to do your thing. Anywhere/anytime. Okay?" Do your thing? What was that? And what was the deal with Jim anyway? He was so big, a real muscle giant, and he was acting slavish to Tanner. I didn't understand it. How could such a big guy be so submissive? I guess the answer is that thing they say: 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall'. Jim has sure fallen for Tanner; absolutely head over heels. But truly, I knew the real answer to this, and it had nothing to do with how big and butch Jim was. This was all Tanner. Tanner the bully. Tanner the mesmerizer, the controller, the ultimate dominator. He was a god, and he did this to everybody. Through the sheer power of his personality and his charisma, his animal magnetism, and maybe some kind of mysticism, he was able to turn anyone into a quivering wuss. In front of Tanner's obvious superiority, everyone simply shriveled into fawning lackeys. "Anywhere, anytime?" Tanner asked as he chuckled. "Is that right?" "Yeah, sure, Tanner" Jim said. "You name it." "Okay, good. Tomorrow morning at Charlie's house. Ten o'clock" Tanner said. Then he pushed Jim's hands away and stuffed his prick back into his shorts. "Wait a minute" Jim said in surprise. "I didn't mean that. What about now?" "Tomorrow" Tanner said as he zipped up his pants. "Gives you something to look forward to" he laughed. "Shit, Tanner" Jim said, and then he laughed too. "That ain't fair. What do I do with this?" He was holding on to his dick which was like a steel hard rod sticking out of his pants. "Think of Mrs. Tucker sucking you" Tanner laughed. "That'll make it go soft." "Shit" Jim said as he and I laughed along with Tanner. Yeah, Mrs. Tucker, our algebra teacher. Anybody'd go soft imagining her on their dick. Tanner walked away, with me tagging along behind. I wondered what Jim was going to do, because I don't think there was any chance he could get that thing to fit back into his pants. --------------------- "Tomorrow?" I asked Tanner when we got into the lunchroom. As Tanner looked at me, I gave him a dreamy smile. "Does that mean that today is the day ...." "No" Tanner interrupted me. "I've got plans for today." Yes, he knew what I was asking. "Yeah?" I asked, but he didn't say anything. Damn. I so much wanted to get fucked by him. I knew he would like it, he really likes to fuck, and I didn't care if it hurt. I just wanted him in me. I wanted him to take me and use me. I wanted him to know that I belonged to him, and I hoped him fucking me would give me some kind of lock on his affection. Yeah, I know he says I'm still his number one bud, but the competition is getting fierce with Darrell, Larry and Jerod. Jerod seemed to be insanely in love, or in lust. And now Jim, and maybe even Rasheed and Mr. Carson were all getting in line. They were all offering their devotion and I was really afraid he'd lose interest in me. I mean, I'd only blown him three times and he was now screwing everybody in sight; everybody except me. "Yeah, I've got plans" he said. So, there we were again. Me on my knees removing his clothes in my bedroom, just like every afternoon. This was actually my favorite part of the day, watching him as we uncovered his incredible body, and looking up at him -------------------- with awe as he smiled down at me. That smile of his was devastating and made my heart pound every time I saw it. He was so, so, so beautiful, and I was so, so, so in love. I bent down and reverently kissed his feet. As I raised back up, he reached down and ruffled my hair, and I sailed into rapture. A warm, fuzzy feeling shot through my body and I shivered in delight. God, I adored him. I loved him, loved him, loved him. "Please, Master. May I suck you?" I asked him. Of course I wanted him to fuck me, but I'd only sucked him three times and it had now been days. In the meantime, everyone else had been sucking him. I needed him to know that he didn't need a new guy all the time but could get a lot of pleasure by using me. Besides, all those other fuckers deep-throated him with ease, and I wanted to prove to him that I could do it too. "X-Box" was all he said as he walked over to my desk. So, no blowjob today. Tanner was really a glutton for punishment because I always beat him at 'Modern Warfare'. I was really good, and he just didn't have the knack for it. The only time he ever won was the time I cheated and held back and let him win. He was furious however and threatened to skin me alive if I ever did it again. So, I whipped him every time we played. I quickly stripped down to my bikini, and we started playing. It was about a half hour later when the doorbell rang. I knew the somebody was going to come because Tanner said he had plans, but I didn't know who. I hoped it was Rasheed, Mr. Body Beautiful. Rasheed was so gorgeous, so perfect, and seeing him next to Tanner was almost beyond description. Rasheed's glorious brown color, and astonishing physique, absolutely spectacular when he was oiled, and Tanner's lighter brown skin and enormous almost hulking muscles were an absolute vision. An erotic vision. Rasheed had blown Tanner twice, but I hadn't seen it either time. I definitely wanted to get another chance. So, it was a surprise when I opened the door to find Darrell and Larry. Yeah, both of them. Both wrestlers at school, hunky muscle boys, and best friends. Darrell was Tanner's number one ass-kisser now, and had been for a week, and Larry was Tanner's newest conquest. "What are you doing here" I asked in surprise. Was Tanner going to do both of them? These straight, seemingly straight, alluring young muscle boys? "Oh, shit" Darrell laughed. "Is that how you greet us, Charlie?" "Oh, sorry" I said, perturbed with myself. "Hi, Darrell, hi, Larry. Come on in." "Hi, Charlie" Darrell said. He gave my shoulder a squeeze as he came in the door. I liked Darrell. Mainly because of his cock, but also because he was one of the few studs from school who actually recognized my existence. I think he was even beginning to like me. Larry came in without acknowledging my greeting and couldn't even be bothered to look at me. Tanner got up from the beanbag chair as we entered the room. "Welcome to Tanner's den of lechery" he said with a grin. Stepping up, he put his hand on Darrell's neck and pulled him into a kiss. A long sweet kiss. Did I say that everyone melts in Tanner's arms when he kisses them? Well, I could almost see Darrell visibly melting right in front of our eyes. His arms automatically went around Tanner and he moaned with passion. Tanner held him there for at least two minutes while Larry and I stood gawking at them. Then he pulled back, smiled into Darrell's face, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Pushing Darrell's arms from around him, he turned to Larry. Reaching up and grabbing Larry's neck, he pulled him into a kiss and repeated the process he'd just performed with Darrell. And of course; obviously; Larry melted in his arms. It looked like he was getting weak in the knees and Tanner was holding him up. When Tanner finished kissing Larry, he put a hand back on Darrell's neck, so he was holding both boys in front of him. "My two beauties" he said and gave each of them a quick kiss. And they were. As much as I disliked them for being my competitors for Tanner's attention, I had to admit that they were very attractive. Both very handsome and both very buff, they were beautiful. "My two puppies" Tanner said and kissed them each again. They both grinned; yeah, I guess they liked being called his puppies. Then he stepped back. "Okay, babies, strip" he said. "Let us see those beautiful bodies of yours." As they started stripping Tanner walked over to the bed and sat on the side of it. And listen to this. You're not going to believe this. They were both wearing bikinis. I laughed out loud, and both Darrell and Larry gave me a dirty look. Tanner didn't laugh but he did smile. "Take 'em off" Tanner said, so they stripped down to the buff. "Come here" he said, and they walked over to stand in front of him. God, they were beautiful. Two high school wrestlers with well-shaped perfectly proportioned youthful bodies, both of their dicks standing up like posts, standing in front of a muscle god. Their muscle Master. Tanner stood up. "On your knees, facing the bed" he said. As they got down he stepped out of the way. "Right up against it" he said. "Hands behind your necks." They followed his instructions without a word, raising their arms and clasping their hands behind their heads, forcing their biceps to bulge. Stepping between them, Tanner rubbed his hands through their hair, "Flex" he said and they both tightened up their arms forcing their biceps to bulge magnificently. Tanner grabbed on to Darrell's right and Larry's left bicep, rubbing them and squeezing them. "Beautiful, beautiful" he whispered as he fondled their bulging muscles. One of them was moaning, I think it was Larry. And I was jealous. I was simply jealous beyond words. I'm not built like them, I don't have those muscles. But I desperately wanted to be there where they were. I wanted to have muscles like them. I wanted Tanner to be feeling me up. I got tears in my eyes just thinking about it. My very hard dick actually popped out of my bikini and I had to push it back inside. God, I envied them. Tanner was now going over their shoulders, lovingly feeling and groping their hard-rounded deltoids. Then he slowly moved down their backs, down the spine, massaging and caressing their muscled backs. And then, he finally reached their butts. Very gently he began to squeeze their hard-muscled cheeks. Yeah, these were dedicated gym bunnies, wrestlers, so yes, they had hard muscled asses. Very tight, firm little mounds of man flesh. Even me, wimpy little Charlie, could see that those were two of the most fuckable asses in the world. But there's no doubt that Tanner picks only the best, and these hot sixteen-year-old jock's solid little buns were the very best, and undoubtedly were quivering in anticipation of Tanner's ten-inch schlong. "Oh, shit" Tanner whispered, so softly that I barely heard him from across the room. "Two beautiful butt's just waiting to be filled." That's when I saw Larry wiggle his butt under Tanner's hand. I swear he did, and he groaned aloud. "Ooooooohhhhh, Tanner, Tanner, Tanner" he panted in excitement. Shit, was he ever hot. I think I heard Darrell moan as well, so they both were going crazy with lust as Tanner, their Master, felt them up. I imagine their dicks were probably trying to drill right through the side of the bed. Then Tanner changed the tune. He slammed Darrell on the ass with his left hand, hard, and immediately followed that up with one on Larry with his right, really letting them have it. Both boys jumped, slamming their crotches against the bed as they yelled. "Yeeooh" came out of both of their mouths. But Tanner was back to gently massaging their butts where he had just hit them. I took note that neither of them objected. Yeah, they yelled, but neither of them complained and neither of them asked Tanner to quit. It was obvious that they knew that Tanner owned them, lock, stock, and barrel, and he could do anything he wanted to them. Ownership: total power, total control. They were his to use as he wished, and they were more than happy to be of service. It took them a couple minutes to calm down, but Tanner just kept up the soft gentle stroking, moving back and forth from cheek to cheek. "How about it, Larry" Tanner murmured. "You want Tanner to take your ass? You want Tanner's big prick up your tight little butt?" "Yes, Tanner, yes" Larry moaned. "Oh, yes. Please." Shit, was he ever hot. His ass crack must have been quivering something fierce wanting Tanner's dick to get in there. "Darrell? You ready to take your master's dick? Huh?" Tanner asked softly. "Yes, please, Master" Darrell groaned. "Yes, yes. Oh, yes." Tanner turned around and sat between them on the side of the bed. Grabbing each by the hair, he pushed down, hard, forcing them to bend down to his feet. "Kiss your master's feet, slave boys" Tanner said. "Show your Master how much you love him." "Ooooh" came a moan; Larry again. He was delirious with lust, and I guess Darrell was as well. They both started reverently kissing Tanner's feet. "Yeah, nice sweet kisses" Tanner crooned. "Worship your master's feet." As they kissed, Tanner reached over and gently massaged their ass cheeks. Then I got a real shock, as Tanner looked over at me and winked. I actually gasped and shivered in excitement. Tanner was being worshiped by two gorgeous jocks and he still took note of me, like I was in on the action. I was elated. He let them go at it for several minutes, worshiping his feet, while he fondled their asses. Then he grabbed each of them by the hair and pulled them gently up to his crotch. Spreading his legs wide, he pulled them in. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to as they started kissing his hard prick through the thin bikini. "Suck on it" he said as he held them with their faces pressed into his crotch. "Get it wet." Their faces were pressed together, cheek to cheek, as they started sucking on whatever they could reach. Darrell was working near the tip while Larry was working his way up and down the ten-inch stalk. Tanner gently rubbed his hands through their hair as they sucked. Then he looked at me again. "What do you think, Charlie?" he asked. "You wanna be down here?" I was shocked, but I immediately jumped to my feet. "Master?" I queried. Tanner laughed. "Maybe next time, babe" he chuckled. "Maybe next time." He was teasing me, and I wasn't sure whether that was good or bad, but at least he was giving me recognition. He was being worshiped by two young hunks, their faces buried in his crotch, but he still had time to recognize our special relationship. Yeah, acknowledging our special relationship. That was definitely good. Darrell and Larry paid no attention but continued focusing on sucking his prick. Then he stood up and grabbing the bikini, ripped it apart, first one side and then the other, letting the tatters drop to the floor. Some of that artificial material was damn near indestructible, but Tanner has almost unlimited strength, so no material could stand up to him. He grabbed both boys by the hair and pulled them into his dick; almost into his dick. Almost, but not quite. Holding them there, just inches away from his monster which was bobbing up and down in their faces, I saw Darrell lick his lips, and Larry stick his tongue out, but he couldn't quite reach the dick. "You want it?" Tanner asked and chuckled. Dumb question? Hell yes it was a dumb question, because they wanted it. They really wanted it. They were both pulling against his hands trying to reach it, but he held them steady, just out of reach. "Tell me you want it" he said. "Ohhh, shit" Larry moaned, while Darrell gulped and said: "please, Master". Tanner just smiled at their lusting faces and forced his enormous prick to bob up and down. I could only watch in awe, wondering what was going on in Tanner's head while he looked down at these two beautiful sixteen-year -old jocks while they fought to get on his dick. But Tanner is a god, a Master, so he simply accepted it as part of his due, recognizing that he was honoring them by allowing them to serve him. This is what god's take for granted from their zealots. "Kiss" Tanner said softly. "Sweet, gentle kisses." As he eased up the hold on their hair, they moved in and started kissing his enormous dick. One on each side, they kissed up and down the big fat post as it bobbed up and down in their faces. He was still holding their hair, so after allowing them a minute or two to kiss, he held them steady and started jacking his dick between them. "Tongue. Use some tongue" he said as he jacked his dick between two pretty-boy mouths. I think maybe it was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen; Tanner sliding those ten inches back and forth between two sets of lips, one set on each side licking him. Two sets of lips and two tongues from two of Tanner's devoted boys. "Charlie, Larry wants to give you a blowjob" Tanner suddenly said. "Get over here." I was very surprised to say the least, and then excited. Tanner was going to make Larry, one of our school's super jocks, suck me? Hell yes I was excited. I'd already had Darrell, and now I was going to get Larry; two of the hottest hunks in our school. I was still on my feet watching the action, so it took me two seconds to get over to them. And of course, I was hot and hard. Just watching the action had made me super-hot. Tanner pulled both boys back away from his crotch. Larry looked up at him. "Master?" he queried. "Master?" Tanner reached down and stuck his thumb in Larry's mouth, and pulled his head up looking into his eyes. Larry automatically started sucking. "Darrell's got first dibs on my prick" Tanner said with a smile. "So, you're going to suck Charlie while you wait." "Master ...." Larry mumbled, trying to say something around Tanner's fingers. "Charlie loves having hot studs suck him off. Don't you Charlie?" He laughed. "Charlie loves having muscle boys like you on their knees for him." Larry looked over at me, and I knew it would piss him off, but I couldn't help but get this enormous grin on my face. I couldn't help it. I was going to have another muscle hunk blow me. A guy who had always looked down on me, never even recognizing my existence. I pulled the front of my bikini down and hooked it under my balls. "I'm ready " I giggled. I didn't mean to giggle but I couldn't help it. It just came out that way. Tanner grabbed Larry by the shoulders and twisted him around to face me. Then he turned to Darrell. Larry looked up at me with this startled look. He wasn't angry, just .... more like .... aghast maybe. Dismayed perhaps. "Master, please" he said. "Don't fuck with me" Tanner snapped at him. "Do it." Tanner grabbed Darrell's hair and gently pulled him up to his feet. Then he slapped him across the face. (whap) Darrell yelped. But that was Tanner; demanding total obedience but delivering motivation along with it. And slapping a guy around was pretty damn powerful motivation. "You want me to fuck you, slave boy" he growled into Darrell's face. "You want your master's dick up your ass?" "Y-y-yes" Darrell stuttered as he put his hand to his face. "Y-y-yes, Master." "Get your hand down" Tanner snapped, and as Darrell lowered his hand, Tanner hit him again. (whap) "Please, Master" Darrell said. "Please what?" Tanner growled as he jerked Darrell's hair. Obviously, Darrell was going to say 'please don't hit me', but now realized that he didn't dare say that. You don't say that sort of thing to Tanner. "Please, please, Master ...." He didn't know what to say. "Please hit me?" Tanner said. "Is that what you want to say? Or maybe, please fuck me?" "Yes, please, Master" Darrell said. "Please fuck me." Obviously, he thought that was the safest thing to say. Meanwhile, (back at the ranch), I had stepped up to Larry with my five or so inches in his face. He still wasn't angry which kind of surprised me. I mean, didn't he know that he was being forced to suck the skinniest little nobody in our school? I mean, this had to be the most demeaning thing that could possibly happen to him, being forced to suck off the wimpiest kid around. But the answer was, he was one hundred percent Tanner's boy, Tanner's fuckboy. If Tanner said do it, he'd do it, no question. Not even a hesitation. Tanner was god, and his word was inviolable. Larry glanced up into my grinning face. Not happy, not sad, just resolute. He took my dick in his mouth and I moaned in contentment. Hell yes, I moaned. I mean, Jesus, this kid, this gorgeous jock, one of the most popular guys in school, was naked at my feet sucking my prick. I looked down at him in awe, his perfect features and beautiful blond hair, his muscled deltoids and biceps, his hard-square pecs, he was sheer perfection for a sixteen-year-old; and he was sucking my dick. I gasped in astonishment. I actually had my dick in this handsome creature's face and he was beginning to suck me. I was so fuckin hot I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for long. I pulled my eyes away from Larry and saw that Tanner was holding Darrell's face in his armpit, and Darrell was slurping away. Evidently Tanner still wanted to play with his toy before he got down to fucking. As I watched, Tanner pulled Darrell's head back, looked into his eyes, and then spat in his face. Darrell's whole body quivered. "Thank me, boy" Tanner whispered as he gave Darrell's a quick peck on the lips. "Thank me for spitting on you." "Thank you, sir" Darrell gasped. "Thank you, Master.' He tried to kiss Tanner, but Tanner was holding his hair. "Thank you, Master" he repeated. Tanner just held him there for a moment, looking into his eyes, and then, giving him another quick kiss, pulled him back into his armpit. I was sensible this time as Larry sucked me. I'd learned my lesson from Darrell when I'd fucked his face roughly, and then he kicked the shit out of me in retaliation. I still had bruises showing from that. The fact is, I didn't need to be rough with Larry. Just watching him, this perfectly handsome teenager, this hunky kid, on his knees doing me was more than enough stimulation without having to rough him up. I don't have much experience at receiving blowjobs since I'd only had one so far (again, Suzy doesn't count), but it sure seemed like Larry knew what he was doing. I was loving it. He still was clearly not angry, but simply dedicated to obeying Tanner. If this was what Tanner wanted, Larry would do it, and do it as best he could. And his 'best' sure as hell felt good to me. But all of this was just too much. This was stimulation overload. I couldn't hold out. I don't think I had my dick in Larry's mouth for five minutes, when I started to blow. Larry was completely stoic as he began to swallow. He grabbed my ass, holding me steady as he looked up at me and swallowed with determination. This was unquestionably the best blowjob I'd ever had, much better than the first one. Having a muscle boy suck you, totally dedicated to doing it well, was literally blowing my mind. I don't know how many shots I fired but I wanted it to go on forever. Now I've got to tell you something that you won't believe. As Larry pulled back and gave my prick a final lick, he looked up at me and smiled. Shit, yes, he did. Yeah, really. So, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed sucking me off. Hell, just the idea of that was going to make me hard all over again. I looked up at Tanner and Darrell, and Larry turned around to look as well. Tanner was on the bed and Darrell was sitting on him. Evidently Tanner was going to have Darrell fuck himself on his dick, just like Larry did last night. Darrell was looking Tanner in the eye as he reached behind himself grabbed Tanner's enormous dick and lined it up with his ass. He scrunched up his face in pain as he slowly lowered himself down on the monster. Tanner was grinning up a storm as Darrell forced his way down on his dick. Then he slapped him. (whap) Yeah, Tanner reached up and slapped him across the face. Darrell grunted from the slap, but kept his eyes open, staring down at Tanner's grinning face, and did not hesitate for a second in his downward plunge onto the Tanner's enormous prick. Neither me nor Larry nor Darrell himself were surprised that Tanner hit him. That was simply the way Tanner was, and you had to accept it. He was a bully and he loved slapping guys around. I'm not sure what he liked best: beating on guys or fucking them. He simply wouldn't allow his fuck boys to have the pleasure of his cock without a little pain and suffering to go along with it. No, no, no, not pain and suffering. Those are the wrong words. More like: exquisite distress. Or perhaps: ambrosial torment. What we had to understand was that being fucked by Tanner came with pleasures and liabilities, but what we might think of as a liability, like being slapped around, was pleasure for Tanner. He simply took a great deal of satisfaction from showing his power and supremacy with maybe a tinge of sadism, to get the greatest sexual enjoyment that he could achieve. Tanner trained his boys to be ultra-submissive; totally ingratiating, accepting and obedient. We were expected to grovel and beg for any reward he was willing to give, and to be very appreciative of anything we got and any obligations that came along with it. And we did. We did grovel and beg. And the truth is, the literal truth here, is that when he worked us over we loved him for it. Yes, yes, yes. Believe it. We love him just the way he is and wouldn't want him to change. Tanner is a special human being, and he requires a special kind of love. With a final push and a loud groan, Darrell pushed down hard, forcing Tanner's full ten inches into his butt. "Oh, shit" he gasped. "Ohhh, shit." "Good boy" Tanner chuckled as he reached up and tousled Darrell's hair. "Good boy." Darrell flinched, thinking he was going to be hit again, but then smiled down at Tanner. Yeah, a great big smile. A smile of achievement. He was proud of getting Tanner's big prick up his butt and he was pleased that Tanner's was happy with him. When Tanner's happy, you better believe that his fuckboys are happy. "Go to it" Tanner said, and Darrell started, very slowly, to pull up, and then slide back down. I could see that it was hurting him, but I knew, and he knew as well, that it was going to get better. He eased up and back down again, and then sighed. "Ohhh, shit, Master" he groaned. "Thank you. Thank you." What? He was in pain and he was thanking Tanner for it? It took me a minute to figure this out, but then I realized that, yes, he was in pain, and yes, he was thanking Tanner. As a new submissive, let's call him a `submissive in training', as a dedicated vassal being trained by Tanner, his Master, anything coming from his Master was to be cherished and honored, including pain. His purpose is to serve, and he is to treasure the pain because it is giving his Master pleasure. His sole purpose is to pleasure his Master, no matter what. "Thank you, Master" he repeated, his face still scrunched up in pain. Wow! Darrell may have been hurting, but he was totally aware and completely gratified that his Master was getting a hell of a lot of pleasure from it. Now, Darrell really started to go to it. Tanner was so big, those ten long inches, that there was little danger of his prick slipping out of Darrell's ass, so Darrell started bouncing. Up and down and up and down, not terribly fast, not yet anyway, but enough to get Tanner groaning. I saw Darrell's look of pain change to a look of pleasure as Tanner began to groan. Yeah, that's what it was all about, the pleasure of giving your Master pleasure. Then I got a real surprise when Larry stood up, grabbed me by the shoulders, and forced me to my knees. What the fuck? Suddenly there was a big fat six plus inch dick in my face, sticking up like a post and smearing pre-cum on my nose. I glanced over at Tanner, but he was focused on Darrell, so I didn't know if it was okay to suck Larry or not. But Larry didn't care. He simply stuck his thumb in my mouth, forcing me to open up, and then jammed his prick in. And when I say jammed, I mean jammed. With one thrust he jammed it all the way into my throat. I couldn't help but choke since it was so sudden, and I was so startled. Should I be surprised that Larry was hotter than hell? Of course not. He'd just blown me, and we were watching Darrell slavishly serving Tanner, so of course he was hot. Hell, I'd just cum but I was hot and hard as well. Larry grabbed me by the ears, pulled back, and pushed in again. I choked again. "Oh, shit" he said, and damned if his dick didn't begin to throb. He'd only had his dick in my mouth for twenty seconds but was ready to shoot. I put my hands on his hips trying to push him away, but he was out of control with lust and wasn't about to move. But, thank god, he pulled back for a second giving me a chance for a quick breath, before he started fucking me. He jabbed in and out three times, quickly, and started to shoot. That fast breath saved me, because I could now concentrate on swallowing. And, man did I swallow. Larry was really turned on because it was like a gusher flooding into my mouth. I didn't know anybody could shoot so much juice. And I loved it. Yes! I loved it. Jesus, there's absolutely nothing like sucking a guy's prick. Larry let go of my ears, but now grabbed my head, holding me steady as he gradually finished his ejaculation. I looked up at him as he pushed my head back, easing his prick out of my mouth. He wasn't looking at me but was looking up at the ceiling. He wasn't smiling but he did look satisfied. But hell, I hadn't even had a chance to suck him, it had all gone so fast. I leaned forward to take his dick back in my mouth. "What the fuck, man" he said, putting his hand on my forehead he pushed me away, forcing me back on my butt. He gave me a dirty look. I was shocked. Hell, yes, I was shocked. This son-of-a-bitch had just shot his jism in my mouth, but now he didn't want me to touch him? I was only there as a receptacle for his cum? "Larry" I said in shock. "Fuck off, man" he said and turned away. I just sat there on my butt with my mouth hanging open in disbelief. This son-of-a-bitch. He used me like a tissue, to be used once and then thrown away. I got tears in my eyes. Of course, this was the way it always was with the jocks at school. I knew it and expected it because they always ignored me or treated me like shit, but since I'd been with Tanner I'd begun to expect better. Larry certainly brought me back to reality. So, I looked over at the action on the bed and saw that Darrell was absolutely soaked, coated with a sheen of sweat, with it dripping down off his nose. He was gorgeous. His beautifully muscled teenage body, each muscle clearly defined and glowing, was absolutely spectacular as he humped up and down on Tanner's dick. There was no pain showing in his face now, only pleasure as he stared down into Tanner's grinning face. I've said I love to see the look of 'bliss' on Tanner's face; well now I saw that Darrell had that look. A look of absolute rapture as he served his Master. Clearly a look of triumph on his face hearing Tanner's moans of pleasure and seeing that look of satisfaction on his face. Darrell's dick was standing up and throbbing, and I knew if he even touched it, it would begin to blow. But, Tanner was there too. He was moaning in passion and had begun to meet each downward thrust of Darrell's ass with an upward thrust of his own, driving his dick even deeper to increase his pleasure. "Shit, shit, shit" Tanner finally yelled. Reaching up and grabbing Darrell's shoulders, he jammed him down one final time, while ramming his dick up to meet him. "Shhhhiiiit" he howled as he started to shoot. Just hearing Tanner yelling was enough for Darrell as he started to shoot as well, his jism shooting a foot or two up in the air and landing on Tanner's chest. His howl joined Tanner's as they ejaculated simultaneously. To try to increase his pleasure, Tanner rammed his crotch upwards a couple more times, trying to get his prick even deeper, and actually lifting Darrell up off the bed. And then it was done. Darrell was dripping sweat all over Tanner, but Tanner was pretty well soaked as well. And there was a big pool of spooge in the middle of his chest. "Oh shit, baby" Tanner said. "That was good. That was really good." He reached up to Darrell's grinning face and gave him a couple pats on the cheek. Yeah, Darrell was grinning. The cat that swallowed the canary type of grin. He was happy, and he was proud for serving Tanner so well, and making him so happy. "Thank you, Master" Darrell laughed in pleasure. "It was really good for me too." ---------------------- My shower wasn't big enough for four, but Tanner and Darrell and Larry all managed to squeeze in together. I was left out but wasn't terribly hurt, because I didn't want to shower with Larry anyway. Besides, I knew Darrell and Larry would be leaving soon and I'd have Tanner to myself after they left. "Larry, how many times did I fuck you last night?" Tanner asked as we got back into the bedroom. Larry was looking at him, kind of dreamy eyed, and I'll bet his ass was itching in expectation of getting fucked. "Three times, Master" Larry answered sagely. "Are you sore?" Of course, he had to be sore. That monster dick going up his virgin ass three times in one night? Of course he was sore. "Yes, Master" Larry said. "But ... But ...." "But no," Tanner said, answering his unasked question. "Not tonight. They'll be plenty of other times." "Yes, Master" Larry answered without hesitation. Larry was amazing. Tanner had only just subjugated him last night, but already he was a completely obedient servant. Tanner's word was law, and he was already fully accepting of that. How did Tanner do this? He must be a psychological genius, or a magician to take complete control of another human being in only one night. "Now Larry" Tanner said. "Let's talk about this brother of yours. Tommy is it?" "Yeah, Tommy" Larry answered. "My asshole brother." [email protected]

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Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2024 16:22:04 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter eighteen. This story contains body worship and rough sex between consenting gay men as well as an incident of rape. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter eighteen Darrell was waiting for us when we arrived at my house, since he had Tanner's backpack. He handed it to me. "Thank you, Tanner, for letting me carry your backpack" he said. Tanner couldn't help but smile. "You're a real shit, Darrell. You know that?" "Yes, sir, Tanner. I know that." Darrell also smiled. "Thank you." "And you're a smart-ass too" Tanner said, still smiling. "Sorry, sir" Darrell said, not sure quite what else to say. "I .... ahhh ... ahhh .... Thank you, sir." "Come over here tomorrow. You, me and Charlie will have a talk." "Thank you, sir" he said with a grin. "I'll be here. Maybe we can fuck?" "We'll talk" Tanner said, but he chuckled as he said it, making me wonder. "Now get your ass out of here." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir" Darrell said, showing a big grin. He gave me another wink as he turned and walked away. I was grinning too. I really liked Darrell, and it was obvious, Tanner liked him too. After all, Darrell was the very first guy Tanner picked out for his 'harem', after me, of course. I think that made him something special. I'm sure we were going to be able to work something out. "I gotta go, Charlie" Tanner said. "I probably won't be over tonight." "What's going on, Tanner" I asked. I know he'd been in a bad mood all day, but even so, I was shocked. He always came over. Always. "Can't you tell me?" "We'll talk later. Maybe I'll call." He headed across the street to his house. I was worried, because in all the time he'd lived here he'd always come over to my house. I know his dad was gone now, and he didn't have to come over, but he'd already told me he liked coming over and planned to continue. Even with my dad here now, there weren't going to be any changes. We all agreed on that. But now he was making a change. I was worried. What was going on? It was obvious that it had to be something to do with his stepmother. After all, she was the only other person in the house. Tanner had told me a couple weird stories about her trying to see him naked and making comments about his prowess She also got him into some compromising positions a few times, and accidentally (on purpose) groped him, he said. There's no question she's got the hots for him. Of course, things were different now, without his father there. Maybe his father had been holding her back and she felt free to really go after Tanner now. I know she's kinda weird. I mean, she doesn't come out of her bedroom for weeks on end. And if she has the hots for Tanner and her husband isn't there to keep her under control, she could get even weirder. Tanner did not show up all afternoon and evening. I texted him and asked if he was coming over for dinner, but he didn't reply. When I had dinner ready and the table set, I knocked on my dad's bedroom door. `Dinner's ready" was all I said. He didn't reply but he came out to the dining room a few minutes later. He sat down without saying a word and didn't even look at me. When he arrived, I took my plate and ate in the kitchen. I suppose I'd have to figure out how to get along with him since we were going to live in the same house. However, I wasn't quite ready yet. I still had a lot of anger built up for those four years he was missing. But since Tanner had subdued him and turned him into his lackey, there shouldn't be a problem getting along with him. I was so worried that it took me hours to get to sleep. I know it was after 1:00. I just had to wonder what was going on. Tanner seemed to be not so much in a bad mood, as maybe troubled, or even worried. What was going on at his house? We met in front of my house, just like every morning, except Darrell was there, although we all knew he wasn't supposed to be. Tanner didn't say a word to either of us, but just handed Darrell his pack and started down the street. There was no question whatsoever, he was very worried about something. "Tanner, please, what's going on?" I asked as I hurried to catch up with him. He just ignored me. "Tanner?" "Drop it" he growled at me. So I shut up. I looked over at Darrell and shrugged my shoulders. At lunch time, I went into the lunchroom as usual, and was going to get in line to get our milk and stuff, but noticed Tanner wasn't there. Now, let me tell you, that was unusual. We always got together at lunch and always at the same table. I looked around and saw his boys here and there. Darrell caught my eye when I looked around, and I raised my hands slightly in a 'where is he?" gesture. Darrell shrugged his shoulders. I got out of the line and left the room to go out to the south bleachers, because that was the only place we ever went to when we were not in the lunchroom. He wasn't there. Now I was worried. This just wasn't Tanner. This wasn't normal and if he was hurting, I was hurting too. I loved him, and if he had a problem, I wanted to help him. I got tears in my eyes thinking that he might be in some kind of trouble. I desperately wanted to help. I considered skipping my next class to search for him, but he was here this morning, so he had to be here now. I'd just have to wait until after school. But, let me tell you, he was going to tell me what was going on. I was going to demand it. There's simply no way I was going to let him go through this alone. Whatever it was, we'd face this together; me and him. Tanner was at his locker after school as usual, which was quite a relief. I didn't bother asking him where he was during lunch, because I knew there were more important issues to discuss. Darrell was there ready to carry Tanner's backpack, but I took it from Tanner's hands. "Sorry, Darrell, not today" I said. "Tanner and I have got some things to do." "What?" he said in surprise. I had never said anything, or even offered an opinion like this before, and Darrell wouldn't expect me to take charge. "Charlie? Tanner?" Tanner didn't respond but just seemed to be staring into space. Without a word he started walking away. "Maybe tomorrow, Darrell" I said. "Sorry." I started after Tanner, leaving Darrell standing there with his mouth hanging open. I turned to him and held up my phone and mouthed the words 'call me'. Darrell didn't make a fuss. After all, he knew Tanner had been missing at lunch, so he knew something unusual was going on. I'd call him later after I found out what was going on with Tanner. I caught up with Tanner, but he didn't even look at me. Staring straight ahead, he just headed home. I wasn't sure what to do since he wasn't even acknowledging me. But I had to try something. "Tanner?" I said. No response. "Tanner, you need to tell me what's going on." Still no response. "Tanner, for god's sake" I snapped at him. "You can't go through this alone. Tell me what's going on. Please." Then I got the shock of my life. As I glanced over at him, I saw that he had tears in his eyes. I gasped aloud in shock. Tanner was crying. My demigod. My super-hero. He was crying. Let me tell you, it broke my heart. I got tears in my eyes too. "T-T-Tanner" I said. "Please, please, please tell me what's happening. I want to help." Then he finally said something. "You c-can't help, C-Charlie" and he actually sobbed as he said it. "Yes, I can" I said, desperately wanting to comfort him. "I can, Tanner. Please. Let me help." "Thanks, Charlie. But you can't help" he said as he took his pack from me and headed across the street to his house. I just stood there watching him walk away with tears dripping down my cheeks. I couldn't believe this was happening. He was hurting so of course I was hurting. I couldn't stand seeing him like this. I went up into my bedroom, still sobbing, and threw myself down on the bed. Why wouldn't he tell me? I just wanted to help. I couldn't bear him going through this alone. I was his 'best bud'; he needed me. I lay there for maybe ten minutes when my phone rang. It was Darrell. "I don't know, Darrell. He won't talk to me. But it's got to be something to do with his mother. It can't be anything else." "Yeah, I know" Darrell said. "I heard she was a real nut case." "He was crying, Darrell" I said, and sobbed as I said it. (I'm such a wimp.) "Tanner was crying. I know he's in big trouble, and I've got to find out what it is." "What are you going to do?" he asked. In a way, I was pleased that Darrell said that, because he knew I was Tanner's 'best bud' and it was up to me to do something. "I want to help. Tell me what you're going to do." My phone beeped with a text message. "Hold on Darrell" I said and checked the message. It was from Tanner. It said: 'C I won't be coming over any more. T' "SHIT! NO!" I screamed. "WHAT?" Darrell yelled. I hadn't realized that Darrell was back on the line, and I guess I screamed in his ear. "It's from Tanner" I moaned in horror. "He says he's not coming over anymore." I started crying. "WHAT?" Darrell shouted. "What the fuck is going on?" "Darrell. I can't talk to you now" I sobbed and disconnected. Just seconds later it started ringing; it was Darrell. I put it aside and buried my face in the pillow. I think I was crying like I'd never cried before. This couldn't be happening. The phone kept ringing. Darrell was being damnably persistent. So, I finally answered. "Darrell, I .... I .... I ...." I sobbed. "I can't talk ...." "I'm coming over right now." He hung up. I just lay there crying, my mind going a mile a minute about nothing. All I knew was that I was hurting like I'd never been hurting before. After what seemed to be only a couple minutes, I felt someone sit on the side of the bed and put a hand on my back. When I pulled my face out of the pillow, I saw that it was Darrell. He must have taken the closest jet plane to get here and hadn't bothered to ring the bell. I sat up and grabbed him in a big hug. He grabbed me back almost crushing me to him. "I'm so sorry, Charlie" he said as I sobbed with my face pressed into his shoulder. He was not only hugging me but was kind of rocking me back and forth. I felt so comfortable being in his arms. He pushed me back on the bed and lay down beside me, still hugging me tight. We just lay there for the longest time, until my sobbing stopped. It was such a relief having Darrell holding me. But finally, he raised his head and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "What are we going to do, Charlie?" He asked. 'We,' he said 'we'. I rolled over, out of his arms, grabbed a tissue and blew my nose. "I don't know, Darrell" I said. "But we've got to do something." "You said you think it has something to do with his mother. Is that right?" "Well, yeah. I can't imagine how it could be anything else." "Well, what did you tell me you did about your father?" "Huh?" I asked. "You looked through the window" he said. "Of course," I said in excitement as I jumped up. "Let's go." I was already down the stairs and out the front door before Darrell caught up with me. I was about to run across the street, but Darrell held on to me. "Take it easy, Charlie" he said. "Let's not make a scene for the neighbors." It was afternoon so there were still kids out playing, so they'd notice if I was frantically running across the street. Darrell held on to me until I calmed down and then we walked calmly across the street as if nothing was out of the ordinary. We couldn't look in the living room window in front of the house since it was still daylight, and I would have been too obvious. So, we went around to the side and peeked into the dining room and then the kitchen. Tanner's bedroom was upstairs, so we were not going to be looking in his window, but the master bedroom, his mom's bedroom, was in the south-west corner in the back. However, those curtains were closed as usual. I don't think his mom ever opened them. "Stay here" Darrell said as he casually walked in front of the house, pretending to go to the front door, but actually looking in the living room windows. "Nothing" he said when he came back. "Nobody there." "Tanner must be in his room" I said. "Yeah, upstairs" Darrell said, "but I don't see any good climbing trees close by." There was a tree, but it didn't look practical to get into Tanner's room from it. "But I came over here a couple times to get something for Tanner from his room" I said. "His mom and dad were both here, but I was able to sneak in and out without being seen." "Well good. Let's do it" Darrell said. The back door wasn't locked. In fact, I don't think they ever locked it. I never locked my back door. We silently entered through the kitchen. Darrell had not been here before, but I knew my way around, so I led him to the stairs and up to the second floor. The house was completely silent. Very gently, I tried the door to Tanners bedroom, but it was locked. I knocked very softly and whispered: `Tanner. Tanner.' The door unlocked and opened and there he stood in all his magnificence, wearing only his bikini, a grey one today. God, he was gorgeous. He had a look of surprise on his face, but I could not contain myself and stepped into the room and grabbed him in a hug. "Tanner, oh Tanner" I said. "Shhh" he said as he stepped back. "You can't be here" he whispered. Breaking my hold on him, he pulled Darrell into the room and silently closed the door. "My mom will kill me if she finds you here." "We're not leaving until you tell us what is going on" I whispered. "Tanner. What is it? You've got to tell me." "I don't see how you can help. Charlie. She's got me over a barrel." "What? You're mom? How? Tell me, Tanner. Tell me." He just stood there for a moment looking back and forth between me and Darrell. "Okay, you asked for it" he said. "Sit down." I've told you that our houses are huge, so Tanner's spacious bedroom had not only an overstuffed love seat, but a small table and two chairs by the window. Darrell and I sat at the table. Without a word Tanner handed us a photo album. And what was in that photo album was nothing less than astonishing. It was all pictures of Tanner. Lots of pictures of Tanner, and all of them in compromising positions. They were all of him with boys, young boys. Some of them looked really young. This must have been from Tanners collection in Crystal City, because there had to be pictures of at least half a dozen different boys here. But he told me he had a lot of them in Crystal City, so I wasn't surprised. "They're children" Darrell said, looking at Tanner. "They are not" Tanner snapped. "They were fifteen, maybe fourteen, just like I was. All of them. You know how I like them pretty. Well, the pretty ones always look younger than their age." "But you're hurting them" I said, because all the pictures seemed to show them in pain. "Careful photography" he snapped at me. "I wasn't hurting them. They were loving it. You know how I am. I may be a little rough, but that's what they wanted and that's what I was giving them. They were loving it." I looked closer at the pictures and yes, I could see how the pictures might have been carefully timed to make them look like they were in pain. "Your mom did this?" I asked. "She took movies and then picked out the perfect frames. She got them looking very young and looking like I was torturing them. Evidently, she had my bedroom bugged with cameras the whole time in Crystal City, and the basement too. "Jesus" Darrell and I both said at the same time. "But what was she going to do with this? How does this ....?" I started to say. "You ain't seen nothin yet" Tanner said. He put another photo album in front of us. This one was totally different, but yet the same. Pictures of Tanner again, but this time with his mother. There must have been a dozen pictures of him, showing him naked or near naked, and he was obviously raping his mother. Yes, he was raping her. "Oh my god" I gasped and looked up at Tanner. He had tears in his eyes. "What in the hell were you doing?" I was shocked. "Nothing" he almost shouted, but then changed to a whisper. "I wasn't doing nothin. I didn't do it. Don't you dare blame me, Charlie." "Oh, shit, Tanner, I'm sorry. But these pictures. They're ...." "I didn't do anything, Charlie" he said, the tears dripping. "I didn't do anything." "But .... But ...." That's when I realized that I was jumping to conclusions. How could I? I loved Tanner and I knew him. I knew he would never rape his mother. I knew that. "But, Tanner, how ...?" I left the sentence unfinished. "Careful photography" he sniffled. "All those times she was making a play for me she was planning this. Some of these pictures are doctored, photo shopped, but in the others I was trying to get away, but she made it look like I was hurting her. Notice how she always seems to be facing the camera." "Oh my god" I repeated. "But what ....?" "If I don't do what she wants, she says she'll turn me in for rape. She says they'll lock me away for years for raping my own mother. And I believe her. You know that's true." "Oh my god" Darrell said, repeating the obvious. "And you never knew?" "No. I never knew" he said. "I never saw anything that made me think she was filming me. Never." "Wow" Darrell and I both said. "And she's got copies of course" I said. "I knew she was a film buff, but I never guessed ...." he said. "What does she want?" Darrell asked. "She wants me" he said with a sob. "She wants my body. She wants me, body and soul." "What?" I said. "That's crazy." "Yeah, I don't doubt that she's crazy" Tanner said. "Crazy like a fox" "But ..." I started to say. "I fucked her last night, Charlie. I fucked her, and I hated every minute of it." "Jesus Christ" I said. "She wants me to fuck her, Charlie. I've got to be here and available whenever she wants it." "But ...... but ...." I started again. "She went on for almost an hour last night, Charlie. I guess she hasn't been having sex with my dad, so she's making up for lost time. It was awful." "Is that really so bad?" Darrell asked. "Yes, it is" Tanner snapped. "If you'd seen her, you'd know. And, by the way, I discovered something about myself yesterday. I don't know if I ever was bi-sexual, but if I was, I'm not anymore. I'm gay." "Yeah. Okay" was all I said. It certainly wasn't any surprise to me. "She's old, and she's overweight and she's a woman" he said. "And she's still my stepmother." "So? What?" Darrell said. "Can you, like, just keep her happy?" "You've got to be crazy. Wait till you see her. And besides, I don't have any choice" Tanner said. "But I don't want to, and I'm going to hate it. And listen to this: she says she's going to make me straight. Yeah, the bitch is going to take away my gay and make me straight. I've got to stay home and not have sex with anyone except with her." "What?" Darrell said in a shocked tone. "That's impossible." "Yeah. But she's going to make me do it. And you won't believe what she has planned. Look at this stuff." He went over to the closet and pulled out a box. "You won't believe this shit. Look." He pulled up what looked like a leather G-string, except that there were two holes in the crotch, one for the guys balls and the other for the cock, and it came equipped with a cock ring. Anybody wearing that would have their dick and balls pushed straight out in front with the ring keeping the dick hard. I must admit it was sexy as hell, and I wanted to see Tanner in it. Talk about an instant hard-on. "Oh god, that is so cool" Darrell said with lust in his voice. Tanner was annoyed, and I was pissed. "Stop it Darrell" I snapped. "We're here to help." "Sorry" he said. "But that is so cool." Tanner pulled out some other leather things. One was a sort of brassiere but rather than covering the breasts, it was designed to surround them and push them out. It looked like it was made for super-sized breasts. I looked at Tanner. "Yeah. She's got enormous tits" he said, guessing what I was thinking. "But look at this." He held up what looked like a leather thong, but the crotch had snaps, evidently so it could be easily removed. I noted there was no room in it for a dick, so it had to be for her, for the woman. Then he pulled out another one very similar, but with a lot more room; room for a big whanger like his. A his and hers matching set I guess. "She gave me this box so I could get 'acquainted' with this stuff, she said. She says it will get me turned on. Ugh! She'll pick out what we'll wear but I've got to dress her first and then myself". The box was full of stuff, all of it black leather, so I guess there would be plenty of choices. But then he held up leather wrist cuffs and metal hand cuffs, so I realized how serious this was. She was scary; crazy scary. Then I was shocked; and frightened. He pulled out a flogger. One of those things with a leather handle and leather strips designed for whipping. "Jesus" I said in awe. A flogger. This was damn scary. "She's going to whip you?" Then, just to make things worse, he pulled out an actual whip. "Oh fuck" I moaned. Darrell moaned along with me, but I swear to God, his moan was a moan of lust, not of shock like mine was. "You see?" Tanner said. "You see why I'm scared?" That's when there came a knock at his door. "Daryl, I want you downstairs" the voice said. "Yes, mom" Tanner said. "You'll call me mother Kate." "Yes, mother Kate." "Five minutes." "Yes, mother Kate" he answered. Then he whispered: "you guys gotta get out of here. She can't know you're here." "How" I asked. Obviously, we couldn't go through the house, but .... "The window" Tanner said. Oh shit. Doesn't he know we're on the second floor. "It's only about twelve/fifteen feet" he said. Only? Shit? This is the second floor, for god's sake. Tanner went over and opened the window and pulled the screen into the room. Almost before I could blink, Darrell was climbing out and disappeared, evidently dropping to the ground. Have I told you I'm scared of heights? "Tanner" I said. "I can't ...." "Come on. Hurry" Tanner said, grabbing me by the shoulders and pushing me over to the window. "Tanner, I can't ...." "It's not much over twelve feet" he said. "You can hold onto the windowsill and drop. Darrell will catch you." "Tanner. I can't" I said as I pushed against him. He simply lifted me up in his arms and stuck me through the window feet first. Grabbing my hands, he pushed me out. I almost screamed but remembered his mother would probably skin me alive. Falling from the window was probably less dangerous than meeting his mother. As Tanner let go, I closed my eyes tight and whispered to myself: "I can't." Darrell caught me immediately. I hardly dropped at all. -------- "What are we going to do?" Darrell asked when we got back to my room. "I don't know yet" I said, "but I know we're going to do something. I'll figure it out." I had set down on the side of the bed when we came into the room, and now Darrell came over and sat beside me. He put his arm around me. I didn't say anything because right now I needed comfort. "I'll think of something" I said. Darrell pulled my head over against his shoulder. "I know you will" he said. He just held me there and kissed the top of my head a few times as I was racking my brain for a solution to Tanner's problem. I hardly noticed when he stood up and pulled my shirt up and over my head. I did take notice when he removed his own shirt. Darrell is such a hunk. God, he's beautiful. And with those muscles it's no wonder he's such a great wrestler. "Tanner won't care, and you know it" he said. "Not at a time like this." I agreed. Not now. Not when I really needed it. Tanner would understand. Darrell pushed me back and removed my shoes and socks. Then my pants and underwear. It was wonderful. No one had ever stripped me like this before. I was always the one doing it to them. Darrell lifted me and turned me around to lie normally on the bed, and then lay down on top of me. God, his muscular body felt good. Our lips joined in a kiss. The kiss went on and on, but Darrell also was squirming over me, rubbing our bodies and our cocks against each other which was absolutely exquisite. Damn, was he turning me on. And as you know, Darrell has a good-sized dick; not Tanner sized by any means, but most definitely above average. Feeling the big dick rubbing against my much smaller hard-on was wonderful. Believe it or not, I'd never experienced this before, and it was heavenly. Darrell raised his head and looked me in the eye. "You're a terrific kid, Charlie, for such a little guy." He laughed, and I laughed along with him. "Anybody messes with you, you just let me know. I'll take care of them." I laughed at that too, because everybody messes with me. All the guys. Darrell was going to have his hands full if he was going to protect me. But Darrell is a hunk, and a top wrestler so I have no doubts he could take most any of them on. Darrell slid down slightly and kissed my upper chest and then went for my nipples. My nipples are basically flat, so there's nothing to get a hold of, but he pinched them with his lips anyway. Moving down over my flat stomach he kissed me just above my crotch. He looked up at me and smiled. My dick jumped in anticipation hitting him in the chin. He took it in his mouth. "Oooooh" I groaned in pleasure and excitement. "Darrell! Easy, easy" I mumbled. Yeah, I was that close. I was hot. Backing off, he kissed up and down the shaft a few times and then went after my balls. He had slid down off of me, so now he could look up at my face as he licked my balls. He was grinning up a storm because he knew what he was doing to me. I was going crazy with lust and my prick was shuddering. Nobody'd ever done things like this to me. I was in heaven. And then. And then. Darrell put his hands under my knees and lifted my legs up in the air, raising my ass off the bed. He buried his face in my ass. I felt his tongue. I shot. "Yeeeaaaoooh" I screamed in ecstasy. "Daaarrrreeeell." I'd never felt anything like this in my life and it was sheer delight, absolute bliss. My first shot landed on my chest, but my second one hit me in the forehead, so you know I was turned on. "Ugh, ugh, ugh" I grunted as I fired shot after shot onto my body. Darrell had raised his head and had the biggest grin as he watched me go through all sorts of contortions as I ejaculated. He didn't say anything, but got back down, pushed in, and started licking my ass. "Darrell, Darrell, Darrell. My god. My god." The pleasure, the feeling was almost more than I could bear. It was simply glorious, and you better believe my dick wasn't going to be going soft anytime soon. Darrell was spitting and kissing and licking and absolutely driving me crazy with lust. So, I was ready when he raised up. "I gotta do this, baby" he said, looking me in the eye. "I gotta get my dick in you. I gotta fuck you." "Oh yes, Darrell. Please, yes" I gushed. I was more than ready. I wanted Darrell; hunky, husky, muscular Darrell. I wanted him in me. I wanted to watch him watching me as he fucked me. He lined his dick up with my ass and pushed. Did it hurt? Of course it hurt, but I said I wanted this and I did, so who gives a damn if it hurts. Darrell was good. He was gentle and obviously experienced. I had to wonder who he'd been fucking, but unfortunately the answer came to me immediately, which I didn't want to think about. Sarah, and Tess and Cloe were regulars for him, according to the word around school. He had them lining up for his dick. "Jesus, that feels good" he said when he was finally buried deep into my butt. He gave me a huge grin. "As good as Sarah" I said, stupidly unable to keep my mouth shut. "Oh, fuck Sarah" he said, and he bent down and gave me a quick kiss. "Ain't no comparison. You're special, Charlie. Believe me, you're special. That's why I love you." Love? Love? Darrell loves me? I reached up and grabbed his head before he could get away and pulled him back down to a kiss. "I love you too, Darrell" I mumbled through the kiss. "My god, I love you." And that was definitely true. At this time and at this place I loved him. It had absolutely nothing to do with Tanner. This was between me and Darrell. He was a wonderful guy; everything about him was wonderful and I really did love him. Now he started to pump. Starting very, very slowly, barely pulling it out, and then gradually going back in. All the way deep into my butt. Our eyes were glued to each other and that grin of his never stopped. God, I loved that look on his face. A look of .... of .... a look of total exultation. A look of euphoria. He was absolutely loving this. He was loving fucking me, and I was loving watching him fucking me. Yes, he started slow but after a bit, those slow thrusts began to speed up. He was beginning to really get into it. There was some pain at first, but now it was entirely gone. Completely. There was only pleasure. Seeing Darrell above me; oh yeah, he was so gorgeous, and feeling him inside me was simply glorious. Watching him looking at me with such joy on his face was simply mind-blowing. I had to wonder how I could be so lucky to have one of the most gorgeous, most masculine, most popular guys in school in my bed fucking me. Darrell really went to town now, banging it to me. And do you think I was hard? Hell yes I was hard. It must have been almost half an hour since I had shot my last load, so I was more than ready to do it again. "Chaaaaaaarley" Darrell screamed as he let go, shooting his semen into my butt. "Yesss, yesss, yesss" he shouted as he fired shot after shot into me. I grabbed my dick which was shuddering already anyway, and gave it three or four pulls, and let go myself. I didn't hit myself in the head this time, but I gave some pretty good spurts onto my upper chest. I was all smiles when we finished and so was Darrell. "Oh, shit, Charlie" he said. "You are so fuckin wonderful. It's no wonder I love you." He bent down and latched his lips onto mine. As we started kissing, I could feel him slowly pulling his still hard dick out of my ass. Jesus, I felt so empty after he pulled out. He kept the kiss going as he lay down next to me. And still holding the kiss, he pulled me over on top of him. "Mmmmmm" was the only sound in the room for the next ten or fifteen minutes. When we finally broke the kiss, I said: "I got my cum smeared all over you." "I know, and I love it" he said. ---------------- Of course, I couldn't sleep that night. I was imagining all sorts of horrible things happening to Tanner, and I had to find a way to help him. I was racking my brain about what to do. Tanner couldn't just leave, because she'd go through with her threat: she'd have him arrested and he'd go to reform school or prison or something. She was not going to let him see me anymore, or anyone else for that matter. I just couldn't live with that. I couldn't! Tanner was my whole life; my reason for being. I don't think anyone could love someone as much as I loved him. I mean, I thought of him and pictured him in my mind every minute of the day, and I dreamed of him in technicolor every night. I truly adored him. Now I had the chance to do something for him. He's given me so much attention, so much love and affection, and I'd never done anything for him. Nothing. Oh, a couple blowjobs and a couple fucks, but that didn't count because they were his. It wasn't as if I gave my body to him as much as he took it. He took it as his right. And besides, his pleasure is always my pleasure, and when he was screwing me, he was giving me the most wonderful tribute by taking pleasure from it. I was truly honored to be allowed to give pleasure to this magnificent superman. But to actually do something for him; to do something meaningful to return a small part of the enormous pleasure he's given me freely over these months. That would be incredible. He's given me a reason for living and all I've done for him is tag alone and drool over him. Yeah, all the time I've been with Tanner and everything we've done together, I've done it selfishly, for my own greedy pleasure and satisfaction. But Tanner has been so generous in his attention and accepting me for what I am: an undeserving twink, with all my flaws and weaknesses. And, incredibly, he's made me his best friend. I owe him so much. It took me a couple hours as I lay there mulling the problem over in my mind, but I finally had a spark of an idea. We had to get something on her, Tanner's mother. Something criminal, and more serious than what she had on him; ie., the rape. Something so terrible that she wouldn't dare turn him in because it would put her in jail. I called Darrell. "Mmmggg" was what it sounded like when he answered. "Darrell" I said excitedly. "Is your buddy Larry still a camera nut?" "Charlie?" he mumbled. "What ...." "Wake up, Darrell. This is important. Listen." "It's 3:30 Charlie. Go to sleep." "Listen to me" I said. "Does Larry still have all that photography stuff?" "Well, yeah, I think so" he mumbled. "Charlie, it's 3:30. "Call him" I said. "I think I know how to help Tanner." That got his attention. "What? Really? How?" "We're going to film her doing shit to him, to Tanner, and he's underage. You know all that sexual shit she got for him? All that leather stuff? If we get the right pictures, we could threaten to put her in jail for consorting with a minor. She wouldn't dare turn Tanner in." "That's genius, Charlie" he said. "But how do we do it?" "We get Larry's stuff and we go over there tonight and film through the window. Call Larry." "It's 3:30 Charlie, I can't call him now. I'll call him first thing in the morning." "But, we've got to ...." "In the morning, Charlie" he interrupted. "We'll figure it all out in the morning. Now go to sleep." "Darrell, I can't. I'm too excited. We've got to get going on this." "In the morning, Charlie. We can't do anything now. Go to sleep." "Shit," I said softly to myself. "And Charlie" he said. "You're a champ." He hung up the phone. Even as excited as I was, I think I was asleep in seconds. --------- "Let me see your back" I said to Tanner as we started down the street towards school. "Drop it, Charlie" he said. "Let me see your back" I snapped at him. "Charlie ....?" "Damn it, let me see your back" I yelled at him. He stopped and turned his back to me. I dropped the backpacks, grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it up. And just as I suspected, his whole back was red. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck" I said. "Damn her. She used the flogger, didn't she." He didn't answer but it was obvious, because his entire back was bright red, like a really bad case of sunburn. She obviously went to great pains to see that she didn't leave a single inch of his back untouched. "Does it hurt?" I asked. "Not really" he answered. "I said, does it hurt?" I growled. "Well, a little" he said. I left the backpacks where they were and grabbed Tanner's arm and headed back towards my house. "We're going to put some salve on that right now." "Charlie, it ain't no big deal." "Yes, it is a big deal" I said. "Now come on." He didn't say anything more but just went along with me. I got his shirt off and gently rubbed on the salve. "She is such a fuckin bitch" I growled. At least the skin was not broken, but I had read about a flogger, and I knew how much it hurt. It must have been a nightmare last night, and it must be hurting like hell right now. Have I told you how incredibly muscled Tanner's back is? Maybe a thousand times? I swoon every time I look at Tanner without a shirt, but to actually touch him is breathtaking. I covered every inch of his back and then helped him get his shirt back on. We headed off to school. Darrell hadn't come by that morning and I didn't see him until lunch, but as Tanner and I sat down at our lunch table, he came over with Larry. "We're all set" Darrell said. "Larry's going to get all his stuff together and we'll be ready tonight." "Two video cameras and two stills" Larry said. "Will that do it?" "What?" Tanner said in surprise. "What's going on?" "Oh, and Tommy wants to come," Larry said. I gave him a dirty look. He gave me a dirty look right back. "He was in the room," he said, throwing up his hands. "I had to tell him what was going on." I didn't much care for Tommy, but I realized he was Larry's brother, and if we needed some muscle, he had more than his share. So, Darrell and Larry sat down, and I explained to Tanner what we were planning. He looked at me like he'd never looked at me before, and I got red with embarrassment. As near as I could tell, he was looking at me with respect. He'd never looked at me in quite that way before. "I assume she has you do that shit in her bedroom?" I asked Tanner. "Yeah" he answered. "All you've got to do is make sure the drapes are open and the outside lights are off" I said. "You'll also need to do some acting" Darrell said. "You've got to act like she's killing you. Make it look more painful than it is. And make sure we can see your face from the windows. And her face too." ----------------- The bedroom only had three Windows, two in the back and one on the South side, so we didn't need Tommy, but he insisted on coming with us anyway. And you don't mess with a 300-pound muscle giant. When we got there, in Tanner's back yard, I was fiddling with one of Larry's movie cameras and trying to make sense of it. Tommy growled and took it away from me, giving me a shove and knocking me back on my butt. "Get the fuck out of the way and let me handle it" he snapped. I think he would have just as well stomped me as look at me. "Stay out of the way and keep your mouth shut." That didn't make me happy since this was my idea and I wanted to carry it through, but you don't argue with Tommy. Nobody argues with Tommy. Besides, he was Larry's brother, and knew more about cameras than I did. Darrell was Larry's best friend, so he knew about cameras as well. So, all I could do was watch. However, there was an extra camera, so I took it and wandered from window to window. We were set up by 8:30, Tommy at the south window with a video camera, and Larry and Darrell at the back windows. Darrell had the still camera and Larry had the video. It was about 9:15 when Tanner opened the curtains. He was naked and looked stunning. I could see that he was really pumped, and when I saw that he was sweaty I realized she must have had him working out in the basement gym. He looked terrific. His light brown skin making his awesome musculature glisten in the light. In the light, yeah. The room had lights everywhere, even flood lights, and it was loaded with mirrors. She had definitely prepared for these scenes with Tanner. His mother came into the room carrying some of those leather things Tanner had shown us and dropped them on the bed. She was also naked. She didn't look particularly terrible for being near 40, but no one would ever say she was pretty, and she was definitely overweight. Not grossly fat, but a good thirty pounds overweight. And tits? Oh, yes, she had big tits. The first thing she did was go over to the corner of the room, where it looked like she turned something on. My best bet was that she had hidden cameras in the room and was filming this. Why else all the lights? We'd have to think about how to get that film. She turned something on and came over to Tanner. She handed him a leather brassier. As he put it on her I saw that it held her enormous breasts, but there was a two-inch hole in each side that allowed her nipples to stick out. I expected he'd be tonguing them later. Next came a leather G-string, so he had to get down on his knees to get it on her. Tanner had already decided not to argue with her because there was no point in making her mad and setting her off. So, he was completely cooperative, doing whatever she wanted without objection., By the way, did I mention that I'd never seen Tanner's dick so small? You can't hide a ten incher, but I don't think I'd ever seen it so soft as it was now, dangling down between his legs. After the G-string she handed him a pair of wrist cuffs which he put on himself. He also had two similar items that he put on his ankles. Then she pushed him over in front of the biggest mirror in the room. That's when I saw the bar hanging from the ceiling. Damn, she had really prepared this room. She had a stool there which she stood on and connected the wrist cuffs to the bar spreading his arms a good four or five feet apart. Then she hooked the ankle straps to two hooks on the floor. She had a regular dungeon set up here. She did something then, pulling on a chain which cranked up the bar, forcing Tanner's arms up, almost bringing him up to his toes. So, my hero; my gorgeous superman was hanging there naked and spread eagled. He wasn't quite hanging, but he was up on his toes. Reaching up she grabbed him by the hair and jerked him to the right. My best bet was she was making him face one of the cameras. And then came the flogger. I couldn't believe that she was going to use it again, since he was still red from last night. She didn't hit him hard, but I've heard about how that thing really stings. She pretty much covered his back again and his ass. I was sorry that it had not even occurred to me to check Tanner's ass this morning to put salve on it. And he hadn't said a word. It must have been hell sitting in class all day. His back and butt went from red to brighter red, beet red as she beat him, but he didn't make a sound. "I want to hear you yell" she said at one point, but he didn't respond. That seemed to piss her off. "Beg me to stop, you little shit" she yelled. Evidently being mean and talking dirty was part of the game. He still didn't respond. She whipped him for at least fifteen minutes, berating him the whole time. Then, horror of horrors, she pulled out the whip. Tanner yelled after the first swing. She wasn't gentle, and I could see where the whip had slashed him. You could see the mark. She hit him again, and that one brought blood. "Please, mom. No" he yelled. "What?" she snarled at him. "Mother Kate. Mother Kate. Please. That really hurts." She hit him again. "Yeow! Mother Kate! Please!" I was horrified. "We can't do this" I said to Tommy who was standing in front of me. "Shut up" he whispered to me. "We've got to do this now, tonight. So shut up. You want him to go through this every night?" I took a couple deep breaths and tried to calm down. But I shut up. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I had to see it. She was obviously not experienced with the whip, because she was hitting him too hard, I think. This was not supposed to be a real whipping, but a sexual thing. Something to turn her on. If she kept this up he wouldn't be in any position to do anything when she got around to fucking him. It didn't take long before blood was dripping down his back. But she got what she wanted. She got his screams for mercy. She got him begging for her to stop. And she was loving it. I could see that she had a crazed look of total joy on her face as she worked him over. By the time she was finished his back was a mess. Cuts, and blood everywhere. I was crying; softly, but I was crying. And Tommy too. I could see the tears dripping down his face as he held the camera. Do I need to tell you about the dildo's? Dildo's, plural. Three of them, each one bigger than the other. But what shocked me was that she didn't prepare his butt at all. She simply rubbed some cream on the dildo and jammed it up his virgin ass. Tried to jam it up his ass. You know how incredibly muscular Tanner is, so if he didn't want that dildo up his ass there was no way she was going to get it up there. "Open up, you little shit" she snarled at him. "Open up right now or we're going back to the whip." So, he had no choice. He didn't make a sound as she jammed it in, but I could see the incredible pain in his face. Luckily, she only used the smaller one, which was pretty good sized anyway. I couldn't even imagine the pain if she had tried to use the other two. When she'd had her fun, she got him on his knees, hands cuffed behind his back, and licking out her snatch. That bothered me even more than the whipping. I couldn't watch him licking her out; I had to look away. And finally, she got him on the bed on his back and rode him to a climax. Multiple climaxes for her. I was sick. I found it simply astonishing that anyone could be so monstrous. She needed to be locked away. Larry collected the cameras and we slipped away. Comments appreciated. [email protected]

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Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2024 13:56:13 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter Nineteen This story contains body worship and rough sex between mostly consenting gay men and boys. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Nineteen I suppose you're wondering what happened to Tanner's mom. The truth is, nothing. The night we watched Tanner in his mom's torture chamber, we all went to Larry's and spent all night going over the film, school be damned. I figured Tanner's mom would get him up for school, so I went home and waited for him to come out. When he did, I literally dragged him into my bedroom, treated his back and butt, and his ass hole, and put him to bed. He was ornery and belligerent, but I accepted no argument. But who wouldn't be ornery and belligerent after going through what he went through. Then I went back to Larry's. By midmorning we had a good collection of pictures that we thought would do the trick. By mid-afternoon we were all in my bedroom planning our strategy. "You can't confront her alone, Tanner" I said. "Besides, you need a witness. I'm going with you." "Don't be stupid" Tommy said to me. "You're an idiot. I'll go. She needs a real man to confront her, not a mouse." As you already know, I don't like Tommy very much. "Hold on" Darrell said. "Yes, you need a witness, but I think you should have an adult. Somebody with some authority. Someone she's more likely to listen to." "Yeah, that makes sense," I muttered. "Better than just a muscle head." That was being daring and Tommy glared at me, but I didn't think he'd hit me right in front of Tanner. "Mr. Carson, or maybe your dad?" Tanner said to me. "My dad, I think" I said. "Why not. I guess he'll do anything for you?" I hadn't really had a conversation with my dad since Tanner subdued him and turned him into his lackey, so I didn't know what the total deal was between Tanner and him. "Of course he'll do it" Tanner said. "No question about it. And that's a good idea, Darrell." Darrell got a big grin. He knew he was now getting back on Tanner's good side. "I'm going too" Tommy said. "I want to see the bitch when we show her these pictures." Nobody argues with Tommy except maybe Tanner, and he didn't say anything. "Is your dad home, Charlie" Tanner asked. "Probably another hour" I answered. "Get him up here as soon as he gets home" he said. "Tommy, come back here at 6:00, and we'll go over together. Now, all of you get out of here and let me go back to bed." ----------------- So, there was a confrontation. Tanner said, even with the pictures she wasn't about to listen to either him or Tommy, so it was a good thing my dad was there. Have I told you that my dad is a lawyer? Where in the hell did you think he got all his money? Of course he's a lawyer. Tanner said he was very forceful. Of course, we never planned to use the pictures. We just wanted something to hold over her head, something to blackmail her with, so she'd stop trying to blackmail Tanner. We demanded the pictures of him, and she said she turned them all over, but even if she kept some it didn't matter, because we had those damning pictures from last night. If those came to light, they would put her away for years; probably in a mental institution. She wouldn't dare do anything. To resolve the issue in the easiest way possible, Tanner just moved out. You know how big our houses are with four bedrooms and a den and a family room, so there was plenty of room. Tanner took the bedroom right next to mine. I had kinda hoped he'd move in with me, but that was just wishful thinking on my part. Tanner and Larry and Jim and Darrell and me, and even my father all got together that evening in the backyard and burned all those pictures of Tanner. --------------- It only took us four hours or so to move Tanner's things, even including his weight training stuff from the basement. But we were only moving him across the street, and we had lots of help. Tommy and Jim and Rasheed, the total muscle guys, plus Tanner's `harem' hunks: Darrell and Larry and Jerod and a couple kids from the wrestling team. And me, of course. So, yeah, we had plenty of help. Tanner's bedroom was on the second floor, and his new one at my house was also on the second floor, so there was plenty of stair climbing. But you can bet with this gang of teenage hunks it was child's play. Actually, it was more fun than it was work. (Except for Jerod of course. He acted like he wanted to tear my head off each time he saw me. God, he's a nasty shit. I kept out of his way.) This was the second day in a row most of us had skipped school, so we'll all probably be in trouble, but I can assure you, nobody was worried about it. After all, we were doing this for Tanner, and that was a hell of a lot more meaningful than being in school. When we were finished, we gathered in Tanner's new bedroom with pizza and beer. Yeah, beer, because Tommy's over twenty-one, or at least he has ID showing he's over twenty-one. Every one of us was invigorated and pumped from the move and in great spirits so it was fun. Tanner went around to each one of us individually, looked us in the eye, gave us a personal thank you, and a big kiss. And when I say a big kiss, I mean a really big kiss. The one with Rasheed must have lasted five minutes. He even kissed the two new kids, Fred and Pete, and they didn't object. But who could object to being kissed by Tanner anyway? I think maybe Fred and Pete were jealous because they were not members of the group, the haram. They were both cute and since they were on the wrestling team they were well built too, but for some reason Tanner had not picked up on them. Tanner is never wrong, and he hadn't picked up on them with his gaydar, so they were probably straight. Cute straight guys. I was last in line for the kiss and I was excited; excited and proud. Excited that he was moving into my house, and proud that I played a big part in making it happen. He took hold of my head with both hands and stared into my eyes for a good thirty seconds before he said anything. "Thank you, Charlie, for what you did for me" he said warmly and then gave me a wonderful kiss. I was thrilled. Then he spoke softly to me: "we'll talk later, after everyone leaves" he said. Everyone in the room had a hard-on by the time Tanner made the rounds, including the new kids, I think. But with Tanner giving everybody such personal attention it was no surprise. I had never seen him quite so warm and loving within a group. He usually saves that for one-on-one encounters. But it had to come to an end. And besides, Tanner would not let anyone have more than one beer. He simply believed in taking care of our bodies and getting anything more than a buzz from alcohol was unacceptable. Even the pizza was a one-time thing. There was some grumbling as the guys left because every one of them felt it was their turn to spend time with Tanner. Okay, so to be honest, they all wanted to get fucked by him. After escorting the last of the guys from the house I went back to Tanner's room. Tanner's room, not mine for the first time, since he was completely settled in. And we were finally alone, he and I. "Shall I remove your clothes, Tanner?" He nodded his head, so I stripped him just like I did every day, down to his bikini. Then I stripped myself. I knew Tanner had something planned but I had no idea what. I was excited and hoped I was the one who was going to get some time with his dick. I hoped it was my turn. "Sit down here, Charlie" he said as he sat down on the floor and folded his legs Indian fashion. I followed his lead getting down and facing him, our knees touching. "So, you arranged this thing with Larry to take the pictures, heh?" "Ah .... yeah. Me and Darrell" I said. "It was your idea?" "Yeah, it was." "So, you saved me from my evil mom" he said. That got my attention because it sounded like sarcasm. Suddenly I didn't like where this was going. "Ah ... we did. Darrell, Larry, Jim and I." "So, you want my thanks?" he asked. "No, Tanner, no. Not really. I just wanted to help. I wanted to help you." "Did you like taking charge? Did you enjoy ordering everybody around?" "No, Tanner. No. Not at all. It wasn't that. I was just trying to help. That's all." I definitely didn't like where this conversation was going. "Did you enjoy ordering me around?" Now this was getting scary. "No, Tanner. Not at all. I was only ...." "So, you think you're a big shot? Big, bad, Charlie?" "Please, Tanner. No. It wasn't like that. Not at all." Now I knew this was going to be bad. "We're alone here. Why aren't you calling me Master?" Oh shit. I was really fucked. "I'm sorry, Master. Please, I'm sorry. I just forgot." I got tears in my eyes; not from fear, but from embarrassment. Well, maybe a little bit of fear too. This was not looking good. "You forgot?" he said. "Or are you getting too big for your britches?" "Please, Master. I didn't .... I mean I don't .... I ...." "What do you think I should do?" he asked. That left me speechless. I was at a loss. "What do you want me to do to a slave boy who orders his Master around and even shouts at him? Even if that boy thought he was helping, that is not acceptable behavior, is it." I was stunned. I know I did all that stuff: I did order him to do things and did yell at him when he refused, but I had to. I had to in order to help him. I didn't even think about it at the time; I simply did what I had to do. "That's not acceptable behavior is it?" he repeated. "No, of course not" I said. "But ...." "What do I do with a boy who doesn't remember his place; who doesn't remember what it means to be my slave boy and my best bud?" I just sat there with a stunned look on my face, and my mouth hanging open. I didn't know what to say. "Answer me" Tanner snapped. "I .... I ..... I ...." I stuttered. Tanner was obviously angry, and his anger was building up as he looked me in the eye and waited. "Should I be punished?" I asked. "I know I shouldn't have done those things, but .... Do you want to punish me?" I wasn't being belligerent; how can I be belligerent with Tanner? But I'll go as far as to say this: I think he's being unfair. For a moment I saw intense anger on his face, and I thought he was going to hit me, but instead, he got up, went over to an easy chair and picked up a magazine. (No beanbag chair in this room.) I was dumbfounded. Sitting there on the floor like an idiot with tears in my eyes, I had no idea why he walked away. But I knew I had better figure it out damn quick. Of course, I expected some praise from him for planning his escape from his mother, but he'd already thanked me. He thanked me nicely and gave me a wonderful warm kiss. He thanked all of us individually for our help. Suddenly I realized that I was somehow expecting more. Somehow, I was so proud of myself that I was expecting him to continue praising me and I wanted to continue basking in that praise. I guess my head was swelling with pride. How stupid of me. He'd already thanked me and had me glowing in pleasure, so it was dumb to expect something more. I'd accepted his praise so of course he wasn't being unfair now. I was mistaken to think he was being unfair. It was entirely fair that since I'd accepted his praise, I should now accept his censure. But? He had walked away from me? He didn't hit me or punish me, but he just walked away? And he was clearly angry. What do I do now? The several times I'd been in this predicament before I'd crawled over and kissed his feet. That seemed to be the thing to do. I'd show him my humility. So, I crawled over to his chair and kissed his foot. "Stop that" he snapped. He didn't look up from his magazine. Now what? Obviously, I'd made him angry, I saw it in his face, when I said .... when I'd said .... When I'd said: 'do you want to punish me?' How stupid of me. What an incredibly dumb thing to say. It's not a matter of 'want' but a matter of 'need'. I `need' to be punished and he `needs' to punish me. I was crouched down at his feet with my forehead touching the floor when I spoke. "I need to be punished, Master" I said. "What?" he growled at me. "Please punish me, Master. I think I need for you to punish me." "You think?" he snarled. "You think? What the fuck does that mean?" It took only one second to realize my mistake. Jesus, I couldn't do anything right. "Please, Master, I'm sorry" I said. "I know I need to be punished. I need for you to punish me." "Say, what?" "I need to be punished. I was wrong" I said. "You're not serious about it." "Please, Tanner, I am. I know I was wrong. I know I shouldn't have done those things. I know I need to be punished." "You organized that blackmail of my mother, didn't you?" "Well, yes" I said. "So, why do you need to be punished?" "I .... I .... I did things I shouldn't" I said. I wasn't crying but tears were dripping down my cheeks. "I shouted at you." "You sure the fuck did!" "I .... I .... I wasn't thinking." "Did you forget I was your Master?" "No. I mean yes. I mean .... I don't know." "Answer me" he growled. "Did you forget or not?" "Master, I just wanted to help. I wanted to help you." "Did-you-forget-I-was-your-Master?" he barked. What to say? I don't think I forgot, even for one second, that he was my Master; that I was his best bud. But he needed my help at the time. I thought he did anyway. "I wanted to help" I said, whispering, almost whimpering. "I wanted to help." "Answer my fuckin question" he snapped. He was getting mad. But I didn't know how to answer. Do I lie and tell him what he seems to want to hear, that I momentarily forgot he was my Master, or do I tell the truth, that never in a million years would I forget? There was a pause while I collected myself. "Master. (pause) Not for one second did I forget you were my Master" I blurted out and waited for the explosion. There was a long pause. A really long pause, but I didn't dare look up. I just kept my forehead on the floor. Finally, he reached down, put his hand under my neck and pulled my head up to look in his face. He was smiling. Shit, yeah. He was smiling. "Charlie, you fucked up. We know that" he said softly. "But you also did something wonderful for me. You were showing your love for me, weren't you?" "Yes, Tanner, ahhh, yes, Master" I whimpered. Yes, whimpered; almost crying in relief. "Yes" I repeated. "You did a bad thing and a good thing" he said, looking into my eyes. "So, what do we do now?" "I love you, Master" I said. "Do .... do .... do what you .... do what you need to do?" "And what is that?" he asked. "Punish me" I said. Suddenly I felt total relief. Yes, punish me and get things back to normal. Anything, to get things back to where they were. Back to me loving him and being his best bud. "Okay, I'll do it" he said. "I'll punish you." He grabbed my head in both hands, gave me a big smile and said: "I'm going to spank you. I'm going to spank you and then I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before." He chuckled, holding my head tightly, and bent down and latched his lips onto mine, starting a very aggressive kiss. "You are so fuckin cute, Charlie. I just can't help but love you" he said as we took a breath. The kiss went on and on. ---------- So, he spanked me. Ten swats. And he wasn't gentle either. He made me count them and thank him after each swat. It hurt like hell, and I wouldn't be sitting down for a while, but I loved it. Maybe it was supposed to be punishment, but I knew what it really was. It was preparation for me getting that big schlong of his up my butt. I wanted it so bad. I wanted it for him, for my Master. After all, that's what my butt is for, for my master's pleasure. I mean it. He owns my butt just like he owns the rest of me, so he can do anything he pleases with me and with my butt. He had me over his lap and I could feel that enormous dick of his throbbing against me as he spanked so I knew he was getting excited. Warming up my ass cheeks and getting them bright red before he fucked me was really turning him on, and I was so excited myself that I hardly noticed the pain. Oh, I noticed it because it hurt like crazy, but I could only think of how terrific this was for him, and how much he was enjoying it. I mean, he was having the time of his life because he was chuckling the whole time he was spanking me. God, I loved being able to serve him and give him such pleasure. Even if it hurt. Especially if it hurt. "So, you want to do it, or do you want me to do it?" he asked. "Please, Master, you do it, but let me watch" I said. "You got it." He lifted me into his muscular arms and carried me to his bed. Climbing on and raising my legs, he pushed them down against me, jamming my knees up against my shoulders, and kissed me. Just a quick peck. But then another quick one, and another, and another. "I'm going to enjoy this, Charlie. I'm going to enjoy the hell out of it. Sticking my dick into you, my little pipsqueak boy, my little tyke with the hot little ass. This prick is going to open you up like never before." He spit a couple times, rubbing it into my crack before sticking a finger in and wiggling it around a little. "Not too much prep, baby" he said. "You want to feel this." I was so ready, actually glowing in pleasure and excitement. Looking up at this glorious creature above me who I loved so dearly; this god's gift to mankind with a huge grin on his face; it was sheer ecstasy. I felt like my heart would break in the emotion of the moment. He pushed, forcing the head of his dick into my tiny little hole. I screamed. "Yeeeaaaoooh." Yes, it hurt but who gives a fuck. That was a scream of euphoria. It was a scream of fulfillment. A scream of accomplishment. I had Tanner's dick in me. I had my master's dick in me. What more could I ask for. "Yeah, it's going to hurt, baby" Tanner said. "But it's gonna hurt good." He held just the head of his dick in me for a minute or two, and then pulled out, leaving me feeling completely empty. Spitting once more and rubbing it up and down his dick he took aim again. "Here we go, baby" he said as he pushed in again. "This is it." "Taaaaannnnneeeeer" I yelled in ecstasy as he pushed four or five inches into me. My eyes were tightly closed, but I opened them just for a second to look at him, and I saw that he had the biggest grin on his face I'd ever seen. "Here we go, baby" he repeated as he started the fuck. Slowly pulling back and then pushing in, he gradually worked his way deeper and deeper. As he did, it began to move easier and the pain became less, but I didn't care. I was craving the pain. I was loving it. Just seeing that grin on Tanner's face made up for any possible pain, and just watching him made my heart beat faster. "Sweet little ass, Charlie" he said when he finally got all ten inches of has donkey dick buried in me. Then he went at it. Sometimes violent, literally lifting me up off the bed as he slammed into me, and sometimes gentle, slowly easing his ten inches in and out. He went on and on and on. I kept my eyes open most of the time looking up at him as he had that look of total joy on his face. I just allowed myself to melt into his beautiful brown eyes. Two or three times in the next half hour/forty minutes, Tanner came close to cuming but slowed down to keep the pleasure going. Okay, so it hurt, but less and less as he went on. I mean, he's so damn big, but as always, his pleasure is my pleasure, and that big grin on his face was all I needed. But it finally had to come to an end. I watched him as he started to pant, knowing he was very close. Then he pulled out, getting a yelp out of me, and pushed my legs down. Grabbing his dick and climbing up on top of me, his first shot hit me in the nose, but he quickly grabbed me by the hair and jerked my head up. Pushing his dick between my lips his second shot fired into the back of my throat. "Eat it, baby" he said. "Eat your master's cum." I swallowed and swallowed as he ejaculated into my mouth. Six or seven or eight, or even nine big bursts of cum came shooting into my mouth as I kept swallowing to try to keep up. It was a struggle, but I was able to swallow every last drop of his glorious cum. I was absolutely thrilled. "Keep licking, baby" he said after he was done. "That looks so good and feels so good." I sloshed my tongue around his dick and sucked hard, not letting him go soft. "You are so gorgeous down there with my dick in your mouth" he said. "That pretty face of yours and my big dick belong together. Yeah, your pretty face and my dick gonna spend a lot of time together from now on." I couldn't smile with that enormous dick in my mouth, but I tried anyway. "First chance we get, you're going to give me one of those all-afternoon blowjobs, so I can watch you by the hour as you suck on my meat." Okay, so he's incredibly conceited and vain with the biggest ego on the planet, but that's Tanner; that's who he is. And that's why I love him. I was thrilled to hear him say those things, and it gave me chills of excitement to imagine having that dick in my mouth all day long. Letting out a big sigh, Tanner slowly pulled back and pulled his still very hard prick out of my mouth. "You enjoy that, baby?" he asked. "You like Tanner's big dick?" "No, Master" I said with a grin. "I didn't like it, I loved it. I'm absolutely wild about it." Giving me a big smile, he lifted me up in his arms and walked out of his room and into my room and laid me down on my bed. Lying down next to me, he was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. I lay there for a while, feeling the pain in my butt, and the contentment in my heart, before falling asleep. That was Tanner's first night in my house. --------------- At some point in time I had to have a conversation with my father. I was dreading it because, for god's sake, he wouldn't even accept that I was gay. He also seemed to think that we could automatically fall into a father/son relationship again, and that wasn't going to happen. That definitely wasn't going to happen. I still had a lot of hatred built up for him walking out on us four years ago. He wanted me to meet him in the den which he'd already turned into his office. But I wasn't about to put myself in the position of being a supplicant setting in front of his big desk. I specifically did not knock but just opened the door and stepped inside. He of course was sitting behind that enormous desk, looking very much the lawyer. "I think we should have a talk" I said. "Yes, good" he said. "I've been waiting for you. Sit down." "No, not here. I'll meet you in the living room." Leaving the door open I walked away. "Charles" he called but I ignored him. I went into the living room and waited. He didn't follow immediately, which made it clear to me that he really did plan to sit behind his big desk and look down at me as a peon. I went over and looked out the window. It was five minutes before he came in. Intimidation? Of course, it was intimidation. He was a lawyer for god's sake. I turned and spoke first. "Sit down" I said. I'm not sure if that gave me an advantage or not but it felt good, and it felt like it at least put us on equal footing. For the moment anyway. He sat in 'his' lounge chair, and I sat on an adjoining sofa. "Charles ...." he started to say, but I interrupted. "So, you're going to accept that I'm gay?" I said to him. He just sat there looking at me for the longest time. "Charles. Are you sure ...." "I'm gay" I said, exasperated with him. "That's our starting point and you have to accept it." "Do I have any choice?" he asked. "It's not a matter of choice, and it's not up to you. It's who I am. I don't understand why people like you are still living in the Middle Ages and don't know that there are gay people in this world." "I've never met a gay person before" he said. Of course, I had to laugh. "You've met hundreds, but you just don't know it" I said. "But let's talk about the other stuff." "Yes, let's" he said. "First ...." I interrupted him again. "Basically, if I say so myself, I'm a good kid" I said. "I don't do drugs and I don't get into trouble. I do okay in school and get good grades. Mom should have told you this." "I guess that's about what she said" he said to me. "So, I don't need any direction from you. I don't want any direction from you." "Charles" he said. "You must accept that I'm still your father and I want what's best for you." "I'll accept no such thing" I snapped. "I don't want anything from you." "Charles. You're living in my house." "Are you threatening me? Are you threatening to kick me out?" "No, of course not. I'm just making an observation" he said. "But Charles, there have to be rules. You're only sixteen." "I'll make my own rules, thanks" I said sarcastically. "I've been doing it for four years. You've been away all this time and mom might as well have been because she was never here. I've done just fine so far, so we'll continue with things exactly the same way they've been for the past four years." "Things change, Charles" he said calmly. "And everyone had to adjust to those changes. This is a change for me too. I must adjust and so do you. We can work together on this, you and me." "I'm not going to argue with you" I said. Hey, he's a lawyer and I'm just a kid. I know that, and I know I'll never win an argument with him. "I'm just telling you the way it is going to be. I've been independent and I'm going to continue being independent." "Listen Charles ...." he started to say. "No, you listen. This is not a negotiation." I walked over to the doorway. "Tanner" I yelled. My father looked surprised, but when Tanner came down the stairs and into the room, he turned white. That answered one of my questions about his relationship with Tanner. Fear! So far Tanner was controlling him with fear. But knowing Tanner, that fear would soon change to admiration and then to adoration. Yeah, no question about it. Tanner did that with everyone. Beating them up and making them fear him, and then training them to adore him and worship him. Tanner was dressed as he always was when in my house, nothing but a skimpy pair of bikini underwear. Today they were white and pretty much see through, so they covered even less than usual which wasn't much to begin with. With his incredible physique and standing there nearly nude you imagine how glorious he looked. I couldn't help but gasp, just like I do every time I see him. He walked over and sat on the arm of the chair that dad was sitting in, put his hand on dad's head and started fluffing his hair. Fluffing or petting? Dad froze. "So, what's happening, Charlie?" he asked me as he continued fluffing dad's hair. No doubt about it, this was a clear sign of ownership. "We seem to have a disagreement, Tanner. Dad seems to think he needs to give me direction." Dad just sat there, not moving as Tanner's hand moved down to his cheek, rubbing his fingers up and down. "Oh, really" Tanner said. He moved his hand to Dad's face, rubbing his fingers up and down several times and then he stuck three of them into his mouth. Dad didn't budge. "Suck 'em, baby. Suck 'em for your man" Tanner said. There was a long pause while nobody said anything while dad sucked on Tanner's fingers. Tanner finally pulled his fingers out of his mouth, smeared the spit all over dad's face, and then stuck them back in again. "Charlie's been independent all these years" Tanner said. "I don't see any reason to change that. In fact, I don't want anything to change." He pulled his fingers from dad's mouth and patted his cheek. As my dad opened his mouth to say something, Tanner grabbed his chin and jerked his head back, so he was looking up into Tanner's eyes, upside down. "The only acceptable answer, hon, is 'yes sir'." There was a pause, but my dad finally said: 'yes sir'. "Good boy" Tanner said as he bent down and kissed my dad on the nose. "I'm glad we've got that resolved. Charlie will do the cooking, but otherwise you'll mind your business and he'll mind his. You need anything you come to me. Got that, sweets?" Tanner was still holding his chin up and looking directly down into his eyes. "Ahhh, yes. Yes, sir" dad answered. "Good boy" he said. Then he spoke to me: "Okay, Charlie. We're finished. Get lost." I left the room, but I waited in the hallway for just a moment. I heard Tanner's laugh. "You ever have the opportunity to lick a guy's ass, baby?" he asked sweetly. There was no reply, but I could imagine how dad was reacting. "Well, you're getting your first chance today. With a little practice you're going to learn to love it. I'll see to that." Obviously, Tanner was now getting into his 'acquaint' mode, beginning obedience training of a new lackey. "Tanner" I heard my father say in a shocked voice. "You what? You .... you don't mean that." "Oh, you betcha I mean it" Tanner chuckled. "I've learned it's an excellent learning exercise for a new toady. Boot-licking and ass-kissing are the very best for teaching obedience." This was just too good, and I didn't want to miss it, so I couldn't leave. Luckily there was a well-placed mirror in the room, hanging over the fireplace, so although I wasn't quite in the doorway, I could see the activity through the mirror from the hall. "Tanner, you don't .... You don't have to .... I'll do whatever you want." "Of course, you'll do whatever I want, you dumb shit" Tanner laughed. "We already went through that." I had watched through the living room window and seen Tanner fuck my dad, but I hadn't seen the follow up. All I know was that they had appeared a half hour later with my dad in a dog collar and on a leash. "Listen, Tanner" my dad started to say. "You don't have to ...." "No, you listen" Tanner spat out. "Don't fuck with me." He grabbed dad around the neck with his left hand and lifted him to his feet and then stood in front of him. Holding on to his neck with one big hand and probably strangling him, Tanner pulled him up to his tiptoes. Dad reached up to grab Tanner's hand. "Get your fuckin hands down" Tanner yelled at him. "Listen to me, you piece of shit" Tanner yelled into his face. "Your only purpose is to serve me." ""Uuugggh" came from Dad. "Now apologize" he snapped. "Uuugggg" was all he could manage. Tanner let go of him. "Apologize" he repeated. "I'm sorry, Tanner" he grunted raising his hands to his sore neck. "I'm sorry." "Get down and kiss my feet and tell me how sorry you are" Tanner ordered. Dad just stared at him for a moment not quite understanding what Tanner was saying. Tanner slapped him across the face; twice; forehand and backhand. "Yeeeaaaoooh" dad yelled as he stumbled backwards, almost falling as he looked at Tanner in horror. But Tanner was not in a patient mood. He grabbed him by the shoulders and rammed him down to his knees. Then grabbed his head and violently pushed it down to his feet. "Kiss `em, I said" he shouted. He slapped him along the side of the head, probably making his ears ring. "Kiss `em, you little fuck." Dad kissed Tanners left foot. "Now tell me how fuckin sorry you are" he yelled. "I'm sorry, Tanner. I'm sorry" he said. Reaching down, Tanner grabbed dad's head and ground his face into his foot. "Don't stop damn it. Kiss my feet." Dad started kissing and kissing. "And let me hear it" Tanner growled. Dad immediately started making loud smacking sounds. "Now tell me you're sorry for being an ass hole." "I'm sorry, sir. I'm really sorry, sir" dad whimpered as he kept kissing. "You're sorry for being an ass hole" Tanner yelled. "Say it, you little fuck." Tanner gave him another swat along the side of his head. "Yes, sir. Yes, sir" dad said. I could hear the extreme fear in his voice. "I'm sorry I'm an ass hole." Tanner reached down and grabbed him by the hair and pulled, forcing him to yelp and then climb back to his feet. Flexing his enormous right bicep up to its full seventeen plus inches, Tanner jammed dad's face against it. "Feel that muscle, shitface?" he said. Pulling dad back, he slammed his face against the muscle again. "Feel that muscle? That muscle's gonna tear you apart, you don't learn to obey, right now. You don't think, you just do. You do what I fuckin tell you." I don't think I've ever seen such terror in anybody's face as I saw in my dad's face at that moment. Total panic and shock. Total horror. And I was also shocked at Tanner's actions. I'd never seen him acting like this before, this dominant, this nasty, this violent. It looked like he had no intention of developing anything more than total fear from my dad. I don't think this is the way to develop adoration. I'd observed how he treated the boys who he'd added to his 'haram'. In all cases he'd started with domination, causing fear, but then he brought them around to respect and then finally to worship. I think they all retained some of that fear, but it was mixed with respect and even love. But no question about it, Tanner was not trying to develop any love relationship with my father. Obviously, he wanted nothing more than total and instant obedience. "Get back on your fuckin knees" Tanner said. I don't think he gave dad a full second to respond before he hit him; a good slap along the side of his head again, which knocked him back a step. "Move!" Dad dropped to his knees. "Get my underwear off" Tanner snapped at him. It took a while to sink in, but I think my dad was finally understanding what was going on. He is not stupid, but he'd simply never faced anything like this or anyone like Tanner before. But now he grabbed Tanner's bikini and peeled them down over those massive thighs as Tanner stepped out of them. In Tanner's case you never slip his bikini off, you peel it off. Tanner grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head back, forcing him to look up. "Now, where were we?" he growled. Dad just looked up at him, not understanding the question. "I said, where were we?" he shouted giving a jerk to dad's hair. "You .... you .... you said I was to kiss your ass" Dad mumbled. "But, please ...." "Good, you remembered" Tanner said interrupting him. "Get to it. Get your face buried in my crack." Tanner was completely nude now, standing there in all his glory with his hands on his hips, his almost fully hard dick sticking out, and an incredibly arrogant look on his face. He didn't move. My dad just sat there for a moment with that look of shock and fear on his face, trying to figure out what to do. "Move it, shit-face" Tanner snapped. "My ass." Dad finally caught on, realizing that Tanner wasn't going to move, and he had to crawl around behind him. So, he did. Then he hesitantly leaned in and pressed his nose into Tanner's crack. Tanner reached around and pushed on the back of his head, jamming his face into his ass. "Now lick it" he snapped. So, my dad got busy and started licking Tanner's ass. Tanner took him through a lesson of ass worship, teaching him to lick and kiss every inch of his bubble butt; teaching him how to rub his nose up and down the crack while he licked and sucked; teaching him how to suck on the ass hole and how to work his tongue in there and wiggle it. Tanner taught him to concentrate, to blank his mind and totally focus on Tanner's pleasure and nothing else. He had to berate him and slap him along the side of his head a few times to get his points across, but my dad was finally figuring it out. Tanner was a good teacher, so in almost no time dad was really getting into it, slurping up a storm and eating ass like a pro. It looked heavenly and the look on Tanner's face was one of sheer bliss. I decided right then and there that I had to have that done to me, because Tanner seemed to be transported into a higher plain of pleasure. I didn't know how I could manage it, but I had to find someone to eat out my ass, just like dad was doing to Tanner. This went on for at least twenty minutes, maybe half an hour before Tanner grabbed his hair and pulled him back in front of him. Dad's face was soaked with his spit, and he was totally bleary-eyed as he looked up at Tanner. Tanner himself had been playing with his dick the whole-time dad was eating him out, so now his enormous ten-inch pole was sticking out in dad's face. "I don't fuck skinny old guys" Tanner said. "I fuck pretty boys with some meat on their bones. I already fucked you anyway so I ain't about to do it again. Any pleasure you're going to get from me is going to come from eating my ass." "Tanner, please" dad spoke, barely whispering. "What?" Tanner asked. "May I suck you?" he asked. I was shocked; but only for a second. After all, Tanner had him in a dog collar and on a leash just a couple days ago, so why would I be surprised now that he would want to worship Tanner; that he would be absolutely slavish towards him; that he would do anything, absolutely anything, to be able to serve him. And besides, the actions of the last hour showed he had no will of his own separate from Tanner's but was totally under his power and control. Then I realized something else. Tanner didn't have to beat up on my dad; it wasn't necessary to treat him like shit. He had already made dad into his flunky a couple days ago. Tanner did it because he could do it, and I think he did it because it was fun. He enjoyed doing it. He likes beating guys up and dominating them. That's who he is. What I must never forget, even as much as I love Tanner is that he is a bully. Always has been and probably always will be. I also think that this rough treatment was just an elixir for dad and made him even more slavish and even more ready and willing to worship and to serve. (Did I say that Tanner had some special god-like powers? You know I did.) "No" Tanner replied, answering my dad's question. "You can't suck me." Grabbing Dad by the hair, he started banging his dick against his face. He slammed it against him half a dozen times and then started jerking it. He was very hot already, so it didn't take much more than thirty seconds before he started to shoot. The first three shots went onto dad's face but then Tanner jammed it between his lips and fired into his mouth. "Swallow it you son-of-a-bitch. Eat my cum" Tanner shouted as he fired his load into dad's mouth. "Shit, yeah. Yeeeaaah" he yelled as he ejaculated shot after shot. After he finished, Tanner just stood there for the longest time holding dad's head, keeping his dick in his mouth, and watching him suck up all the cum. When he was finally done, Tanner took hold of that enormous prick of his and pulled it out of dad's mouth and rubbed it all over his face, smearing the cum that was there. "We got cum all over my dick" Tanner chuckled after a couple minutes. "Lick it off. Clean me up." No objection, no nothing from dad. He just stuck out his tongue and started licking Tanner's dick. Tanner was sweating, and you know how he looks when those muscles glisten like that. As always, it took my breath away. God, I was lucky to be a part of him. Tanner let my dad go at it for a good five minutes, licking and sucking all the cum off his prick and his balls, but he wouldn't let him take it in his mouth. Then Tanner grabbed dad's hair and jerked his head back, forcing him to look him in the eye. "Did you like it" he asked. "Did you like licking Tanner's ass and eating his cum?" "Yes, sir" dad answered. No question or doubt about it; just 'yes, sir." Tanner slapped him; a good healthy slap across the face causing dad to yelp. "Did you like it?" Tanner repeated. "Yes, sir" dad answered again. Tanner slapped him. Another yelp. "Did you really like it?" "Yes, sir." Another slap. I saw that Tanner had this enormous grin on his face. He was really enjoying this. And dad? The look in his face? I could hardly believe it, but let me tell you. It was a look of total adoration. Yes, I swear to God. A look of total awe and reverence. Tanner saw it and laughed aloud. "Tell me how much you liked licking Tanner's ass." With almost no hesitation at all dad answered: "A lot, sir. I liked it a lot." Tanner hit him again. Now I saw Dad's whole-body shudder, and he made a strange keening sound: 'aaaaaeeeee'. He was cuming. He was cuming in his pants. Jesus! Tanner laughed aloud. "Jesus, my baby is really turned on" he said. Dad's face was red, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open, as he grunted: 'ug, ug, ug, ug,' as he fired into his pants. "You loved eating my ass, but you didn't thank me for it did you?" Tanner asked. "Ahhh .... ahhh .... no sir" dad answered. Tanner held up his hand and Dad squinted in preparation for being hit, but Tanner did not hit him. "I let you eat my ass, you've got to thank me for it." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir" Dad answered immediately, and I'm pretty sure he meant it. Tanner slapped him again for good measure. Another slap, another yelp. Now I'm not totally sure of the definition of sadism, but it sure looked to me like Tanner was being sadistic with my dad. Yeah, that's what I would call sadism. Rough and mean and demanding. I could never be sadistic. Since I'm a submissive it would be impossible for me to be a sadist anyway; if anything, I'm a masochist. But .... But, watching Tanner humiliate my dad was so fuckin hot that my dick was throbbing like crazy. I reached my hand down in my pants and gave it a quick squeeze, and that's all it took. My prick let loose and I started shooting in my pants. Jesus. Hell, maybe I am into S/M because this sure as hell turned me on. I must have made a sound, because when I looked back into the mirror Tanner was looking at me. I was barely done with my ejaculation, but I was so shocked I think my heart missed a beast. Tanner was going to kill me. I jerked back out of sight. But .... I swear. It sure looked like he gave me a wink just before I backed out of sight. "I could have a lot more fun with you, baby" I heard Tanner say. "But I've got things to do. Maybe we'll do this again sometime. Okay." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir" came from dad. I took off and ran upstairs hoping to hell that Tanner would be understanding. Tanner walked into my bedroom a couple of minutes later with a big smile on his face. His softening dick was still wet from dad's tongue, and he was carrying his bikini which he tossed aside. He had a big smile as he looked at me. He was happy. "He'll cooperate" he said with a chuckle. "No problem. You can have him if you want." I can have him? "What?" I asked in surprise. "What? I can have him?" "That's what I said" he answered. "You need a puppy? You've got one if you want one." Wow! My dad, whom I still despised for ditching me and my mother for four years. My dad, who still wanted to give me direction and rule my life. Did I want him to be my puppy? Did I want to lord it over him? Tanner says I can. But, is wimpy little Charlie even capable of it? I doubt it very much. Okay, so I know as much about being a Dom as anybody. I mean, who could know more about being a Dom than a submissive who has been under one and experienced it. But just because I 'knew how to do it', didn't mean I 'could do it'. But, man-oh-man, it was gonna be fun just thinking about it. I know damn well I'm going to have wet dreams about my dad eating Tanner's ass. Or maybe something more. Comments welcomed and appreciated. [email protected]

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Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2023 13:19:59 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter Thirteen This story contains body worship and rough sex between consenting gay men. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Thirteen "Ask Jerod if he has practice today, Charlie" Tanner said to me as we sat down in the lunchroom. "Tell him I want to see him right after school at the south bleachers." Tanner and I always sat in the same table near the East corner of the lunchroom. There was room for six, but nobody sat there with us without an invitation. Oh, Tanner's boys would stop by to say hi and Tanner would occasionally invite them to stay. This, of course, was why most of them hated me, because I had this special relationship with Tanner, and they wanted it for themselves. As well as being allowed to sit with Tanner, of course I served him. I made lunches for both of us every day and I'd go get the milk and get everything out on the table and ready for him. If anybody was really paying attention, it was obvious that I was acting as his servant, and it was pretty clear that he owned me. Other kids had to wonder about me carefully serving him, but I wasn't bothered by this 'peer pressure' bullshit. I didn't give a damn what they thought because Tanner was my whole life. Not only did I not care that they might see me as his flunkey, I wanted them to see it. Hell, anyone with eyes in their head could see that Tanner was a god, a very special human being. And I was the guy that he picked to be his best bud. I felt honored every fuckin minute I was with him. So, I had to go over to the football player's table and talk to Jerod, the guy who hated me. Just like all Tanner's other boys, Jerod was jealous of me, but for him it was more than that. The day Tanner fucked him, he made me prepare him by licking his ass, the first time I'd ever done that. I don't quite know why Jerod would be insulted by me licking his ass, but he was. I would have thought he would have loved it. But somehow, he was offended that I would dare to not only stick my tongue up his ass, but stick my fingers up there as well. I guess maybe he just didn't want me there watching while he got fucked. It didn't seem to make any difference to him that Tanner ordered me do it. But the real kicker was, I think, when Tanner got us into a three-way kiss and said we were going to be good friends. I'm sure that's what really pissed Jerod off. He was the hunk, a very handsome, very muscled football star, one of the most popular kids in school, and I was a skinny little wimp, and in his eyes, not even deserving of wiping the dirt off his shoes. He was not about to accept a skinny runt like me as an equal, as a friend, no matter what Tanner said. So, he had developed this incredible hatred for me and wasn't shy about showing it. Twice when he saw me in the hall between classes, he told me if he ever caught me alone, he would rip my balls off. I believed him. So, you better believe I made a determined effort to keep out of his way. "Jerod" I said as I walked up to his lunch table and touched his shoulder. I knew what was going to happen and I knew it was going to be ugly, but what could I do? "Tanner wants ...." was as far as I got as he looked around, saw me, got this look of instant rage in his face, and jumped to his feet. "Tanner wants ...." I started in again, but he knocked his chair over and grabbed me by the shirt. This whole area of the lunchroom suddenly got silent. Everybody seemed to hold their breath waiting for Jerod to tear me apart. Holding me by my shirt he jerked me up to my tiptoes, and looking down at me, gave me one hell of a shake. Jerod is a hunk. As a wide receiver on the football team you can bet he's got muscle. He stands about six-foot-tall and must weigh 180 pounds or so, compared to my 5'6" and 119 pounds. "Tanner" I said and gasped. "Tanner wants to know." He held on to my shirt and just glared at me, trying to decide whether to hit me. "What" he snapped. "Tanner wants to know if you have practice today" I blurted out. "He wants to see you after school." He held me for a moment longer and then let go. Everybody around us let out a sigh of relief. Or more likely, a sigh of disappointment, since they probably wanted to see Jerod wipe up the floor with me. "Where?" he snapped. "South bleachers. Right after class" I gasped. "Okay" he said. "Now get the fuck away from me." He gave me a good shove knocking me over against a kid sitting at the next table. That kid gave me a shove too, damn near knocking me on my butt. I still didn't know if he had practice today, but that no longer seemed important. -------------- "Tell Darrell you're going to carry it today" Tanner said to me after class as he handed me his backpack. "I gotta go say hello to Mr. Carson." He gave me a big grin and grabbed onto his crotch as he said this. Tanner loved to tease. He teased all his boys some, but Mr. Carson was a special case, being a teacher and all. I know Tanner was going to go in there and show Mr. Carson the big lump in his shorts and get him drooling. If there were no students there, he'd probably humiliate him in some way and make him perform for him. 'Perform'? Oh yeah, Tanner loved his games, and he knew how to make a guy perform. That was Tanner. That was his style. "Oh, and go meet Jerod. Tell him to wait." Oh shit! No way! I couldn't meet Jerod by myself. "Tanner, please. I can't. He'll kill me" I said. Tanner didn't say anything, but just looked directly into my eyes until I got the hint. Then I gasped. "I'm sorry, Tanner. Shit, I'm sorry" I said contritely. Damn if I hadn't done it again, disagreeing with him. I knew absolutely, positively that I could not disagree with Tanner, not ever. He simply would not stand for it. I could be such a nincompoop. Tanner didn't say anything, but I could see the disappointment in his face. He was ashamed of me, and it really hurt me to see him looking at me like that. It seemed like I disappointed him all the time; I just couldn't do anything right when I was with him. I just could not learn to keep my mouth shut. My mouth always seemed to start before my brain kicked into gear. I knew I'd be hearing from him later. I tracked down Darrell and told him he didn't have to carry Tanner's stuff today. We were in the hallway with kids all around, but he ever so subtly touched his crotch and smiled at me anyway. I didn't smile back, trying to give him the hint that we had fucked up. I knew I'd never have sex with anybody without Tanner's permission again, and I doubted he'd give me permission to do Darrell. Hell, I hadn't even received my punishment for the last time yet. So, I headed out to the south bleachers. Jerod wasn't there yet, but just as I arrived, I got a blow to the back, right between my shoulder blades, sending me flying into the dirt. Jerod must have been right behind me. "You creepy little son-of-a-bitch" Jerod shouted at me. "You dare to fuck with me? I'll tear you a new asshole." He gave me a kick in the side. "Jerod, he's coming" I shouted. "He's coming." He tried to kick me in the head, but I got my arms in the way, so he only got me in the forearm. "He told me to tell you, Jerod" I screamed. "Please, Jerod." He just stood there glaring at me evidently trying to decide whether to kill me or not. "Please, Jerod. He told me to tell you." "Where the fuck is he?" he snapped as he looked around. I considered getting up, but then decided I'd be better off staying right where I was. "He's coming, Jerod, he's coming" I whimpered. "He'll be right here." He glared back down at me, looking at me like I was something that had been dragged up from the sewer. I know he wanted to stomp me, I know he was ready to, but evidently thought better of it. He knew he didn't dare piss Tanner off, and Tanner might not like it. So, instead of kicking me again, he kicked some dirt in my face and then walked over to the bleachers. I just stayed there on the ground. I wasn't about to move until Tanner showed up. After a couple minutes, Jerod walked back over to me giving me a dirty look; no, not a dirty look, a malevolent look. I put my hands up to protect my head in case he decided to kick me again, but he only kicked more dirt in my face. Then he walked back to the bleachers, acting very impatient. I could see the hatred in his face as he blamed me for him having to wait. I hoped Tanner would show up pretty damn soon because it was easy to see that Jerod's patience was not going to hold out very long. And then with a sigh of relief, I saw Tanner coming. And you wouldn't believe Jerod. You should have seen his face. It was as if you turned on a lightbulb, instant brightness. He got a great big smile on his face that made him look like an angel. And although Jerod may be an asshole, he was a very good-looking asshole. Very youthful looking, almost cherub-like, but projecting an image of masculinity. He was a stud. A very handsome stud. And right now, looking at Tanner, he was glowing. Tanner had a big smile on his face too as he walked up. He actually walked right up to Jerod with their noses almost touching, their eyes four inches apart. "I want you" Tanner said softly. "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard." Jerod gulped, and I noticed his face getting red. He was so excited that it looked like he was actually shaking. "T-T-Tanner" he mumbled. "I .... I .... I ...." "I'm going to fuck your face, and then I'm going to ram my dick up that hot ass of yours." Raising one hand, Tanner grabbed Jerod's hair and jerked his head back. Then, with the other hand, he gave him a good solid slap. (whap) Jerod's whole body shuddered. I don't think he came at that moment, but he might have. He was utterly melting in Tanner's face. "T-T-T-T-T-T-T-" was all he could mutter as he shook with emotion. He was absolutely staggered and overwhelmed with passion. I had a clear recollection of Tanner beating the crap out of Jerod, making him suck him off, and then fucking him. So, I already knew that Jerod liked it rough, very rough. He loved Tanner working him over and dominating him. And I swear, at the moment, he seemed to be transported to another plane of existence, a place where only sexual energy and desire existed. I swear his eyeballs actually rolled right up into his head. Tanner spit into his face. Jerod groaned, turned on even more. "Ohhhh shiiiit" he moaned, his whole-body shuddering. Tanner slapped him again. (whap) "Ohhhhhhhhhhh" Jerod groaned, and the groan went on and on and on, and I think he ejaculated in his pants. His whole body went weak and I think he might have fallen if Tanner had not caught him. He kept groaning, and yes, he was ejaculating. "ohhh, ohhh, ohhh." Shit, how does Tanner do this to people? Tanner was grinning up a storm. I mean, can you imagine, a guy having this kind of power over another guy. Total control to the point of ecstasy. To the point of ejaculation. Jerod moaned some more as he finished shooting, and he leaned against Tanner, still not able to stand on his own. His face was red, and he was panting heavily. "I want you baby" Tanner repeated. "I want you on my dick." Jerod was now beginning to recover, beginning to return to earth. "Oh, please, Tanner" he whimpered. "Please do me. Please. Please." I was literally dumbstruck. Jerod was a true masochist. The guy who could have torn me apart with one hand, was a total wuss, a complete pussy when confronted by Tanner. And, there was no doubt in my mind, this was something Tanner could truly appreciate. "You got practice today, baby?" Tanner asked. Jerod was still panting and gasping from his orgasm, but he finally spoke. "Y-Y-Yes, T-T-Tanner. Y-Y-Yes, M-M-Master." 'Master' he said. Oh man, was he ever ready to serve. I could see Tanner's smile get bigger and bigger. "You're going to miss it today" Tanner said. "Let's go." Tanner gave him a smack on the butt as they headed off. I grabbed Jerod's backpack as well as mine and Tanner's and followed along behind. I knew this was going to be fun to watch. Jerod, a true masochist, and Tanner, the ultimate dominant. I knew I'd see Tanner at his best. Tanner is a bully and demands subservience from his boys. But being subservient to Tanner doesn't make him a bully. What makes him a bully is when we are being completely subservient, and he kicks the shit out of us anyway, just for the fun of it. That's the sign of a true bully. Jerod might be Tanner's lackey, and his totally submissive boy toy, but I'd bet my bottom dollar that he was going to get his ass kicked anyway. As I opened the door to my house, Tanner pushed Jerod in and unbuckled his belt. Pulling it off, he put it around his neck, making it into a collar and a leash, just like the last time. Tugging on the belt, Tanner led him upstairs. And I was excited. I didn't hate Jerod, but I sure's hell didn't like him, since he hated me so much. So, you can bet your ass I wanted to see him get worked over by Tanner. I was going to enjoy every minute of this. The minute we stepped into my bedroom, Tanner gave a sharp jerk on the leash, forcing Jerod to his knees. Than he jammed his face into his crotch. "Suck on it, bitch" he demanded as he humped his crotch into Jerod's face. Tanner gave him only a few seconds, and then grabbed his hair, jerked his head back and slapped him. "I said suck on it." He jerked Jerod's face back into his crotch and gave him a slap on the back of his head. "Make me feel it, cocksucker." Jerod opened his mouth and tried to clamp onto Tanner's growing hard-on. He started sucking it through Tanner's shorts. Tanner just stood there, hands on hips, frowning down at Jerod, looking truly godlike. He pulled his t-shirt off, tossed it aside and flexed. "Pull my shorts down" he snapped. Jerod grabbed them and jerked them down, pealing them off Tanners huge thighs, letting them fall to the floor. Tanner jerked his face back into his crotch, this time against his baby blue bikini, which was already having trouble holding his growing prick. "Chew on it, bitch" he demanded giving Jerod another slap on the back of his head. "Chew on it." Jerod opened his mouth and started gently chewing and sucking up and down the length of Tanner's hefty ten inches. He reached around and grabbed Tanner's butt and held on. Tanner hit him again. "Hands behind your back" he growled. Jerod instantly obeyed, moving his hands behind his back, but keeping his mouth moving back and forth over Tanner's dick. I could see Tanner's bikini changing color, getting wet from Jerod's saliva as he sucked on the big whanger through the thin material. Tanner let him go for a couple minutes and then grabbing his hair, jerked his head back. He spit in his face. Jerod's mouth was open, his hair sticking up all over, and he was looking up at Tanner with complete adoration. Shit, yeah. He was in heaven. "Say 'thank you'" Tanner barked. Jerod just looked up at him for a second, and his whole body shuddered. "Thank you" he murmured worshipfully. Hell, yeah, worshipfully. He was in total awe of Tanner. "Call me Master, you little shit" Tanner roared. "Master, Master. Thank you, Master" he blurted out. Tanner spit on him again. "For what" Tanner snarled. "Thank you for spitting on me, Master" Jerod answered dutifully. My god, I'd never seen Tanner like this before. He wasn't just being a bully, he was being a tormentor, a real tyrant. And I loved it! Shit yeah, I was so fuckin turned on, I could hardly stand it. I'd already pulled my shorts off, but now I pulled my dick out of my bikini and started jerking it. Shit, this was hot. And him doing it to Jerod made it even better. Holding on to Jerod's hair, Tanner jerked him to his feet, getting a squeal out of him. 'Yeeaaooh, Master' he yelled. "On your feet, cocksucker" Tanner yelled as he jerked him up. Then, still holding on to his hair, Tanner jerked his head down, forcing him to bend over, putting his face back into his crotch. Then he reached over Jerod's back and gave his ass a slap. A hard slap. That got another yell out of Jerod. 'Yeeaaooh.' "Charlie, get him out of these shorts" Tanner yelled at me. I jumped to obey. I was embarrassed to have him see me with my dick out, but he was so wound up that I don't think he noticed. I grabbed Jerod's shorts and underwear and pulled them down to his ankles, and then got back out of the way. Tanner gave him another hard slap, this time on his bare ass. Tanner was still holding his hair, keeping his head at crotch level. So now, he pulled his bikini down under his balls, stuck his thumb into Jerod's mouth, and followed it with his dick. Jerod was standing there on his feet, bent completely over at the waist with Tanner still holding his hair, as Tanner jammed his dick down his throat. Instant gagging. Tanner didn't seem to care, because he pulled back for a split second and jammed it back in again, all ten inches. This time he held it there for a few seconds. Jerod was almost going into convulsions when Tanner finally pulled back out. Jerod fell to his knees, gasping madly as Tanner held him there in front of his enormous dick. "Get ready, cocksucker" he said and jammed his dick in again, all the way. Believe it or not, Jerod didn't gag this time, evidently since he had some warning. He just kind of froze there as Tanner crammed his face tightly into his crotch. And Tanner didn't let go. Ten seconds, fifteen and Jerod's face began to turn red. Can you believe this shit? I had to take my hand off my dick, because I was getting way too close. Then Tanner pulled out. "Suck it, bitch" he said as he hesitated for a moment giving Jerod a chance for a breath, and then pushed about five or six inches back into his face. Jerod started sucking. "Charlie" Tanner yelled at me. "Get him back on his feet and get him ready." I had to think about that for a couple seconds. Since Tanner was holding Jerod's head in his crotch, I grabbed him by the waist and pulled his ass up, bringing him back to his feet. "No cream" Tanner said. "Spit only." Tanner had made me suck Jerod's ass the last time he fucked him, but he didn't say anything this time, so I spit into my hand and rubbed it into Jerod's crack. I wasn't about to lick this son-of-a-bitch's ass if I didn't have to. Tanner didn't say anything, so I guess what I was doing was okay. Jerod kept wanting to sink back to his knees, so I had to keep an arm around his waist to keep him on his feet. I spit a couple times and rubbed it into his crack and then stuck a finger in. I wasn't being gentle either. Fuck him if he didn't like it. But, he was way too busy sucking on Tanner's dick to worry about what I was doing, because Tanner was now face fucking him, pumping his dick in and out of his mouth. He wasn't forcing all ten inches in, but he was pushing a goodly portion into Jerod's throat with each thrust. I spit some more until I could work two fingers into Jerod's butt, and then got back out of the way. I grabbed onto my dick again. I just knew this was going to be good. Tanner had a good grip on Jerod's hair this whole time, jerking him around every which-way. So, now, he pulled him off his cock and yanked him up to a standing position in front of him. Jerod howled again. 'Yeeaaooh'. Tanner spit in his face, and then slapped him. Yeah, he did, and I swear to God, Jerod's body shuddered again in ecstasy. And his dick started spurting and he started moaning: 'aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah'. Tanner slapped him again, right in the middle of his ejaculation. His head snapped back from the blow, but his mouth was open, his tongue hanging out, and a look of complete elation on his face. God, he was really enjoying this. "Turn the fuck around" Tanner growled at him. Tanner didn't wait for Jerod to make the move but grabbed him by his shoulders and jerked him around. Holding him there , he pushed down hard on his neck forcing him to bend over with his ass sticking up. Taking aim at Jerod's little crack, Tanner jammed his big whanger in all the way. Jerod howled. Yeah, he howled. I don't know what else to call it. It was somewhere between a howl of pain and a howl of total rapture. It must have been hurting him like hell, but he was loving the pain. He loved being used and abused. I think he craved the pain. Did I say he was a masochist? Oh, man, was he ever. Now Tanner really went to town. He slapped Jerod on the back of the head, letting him know to keep his head down, and then held on to his waist, holding his ass up as he slammed into him. Since day one I've understood that Tanner is a bully, and he likes hurting guys. Yeah, he gets his jollies by knocking guys around. So, I knew he was in his 'without restraint' mode right now, totally controlling this muscle kid with no limits, knocking him around and abusing him, and enjoying the hell out of it. Tanner didn't slow down for a second, but just kept slamming violently into Jerod's ass. No subtleness, no politeness, just hard, down and dirty fucking. Very rough fucking. It wasn't more than three, maybe four minutes, when Tanner reached over Jerod's back and grabbed his hair again, really jerking it this time, getting a scream out of him. With one hand around his waist and the other in his hair, Tanner jerked Jerod up to a standing position, slammed his dick in one final time, almost lifting him right off his feet, and let go. "Take it, bitch" he yelled as he started firing into Jerod's butt. "Take it, take it, take it." He pulled out slightly and slammed in again. Jerod's face was red, and his head was pulled back by Tanner's grip and he was yelling. I think Tanner was about to pull his hair right out of his head. Jerod was screaming, Tanner was yelling, and I was moaning as I jerked my dick like mad. Tanner was still ejaculating when I started to shoot my load. I saw that Jerod was still hard as a rock, but he'd already come twice so he was not likely to be shooting again. But, shit, I think he was ready. As I fired my final shot I saw that Tanner let go of Jerod's hair and put both arms around him. Hugging him close, Tanner started nuzzling his neck. "Oh, baby. Oh, baby" he murmured. "You are so fuckin hot." All three of us were gasping and panting from our exertions. Tanner still had one arm around Jerod, holding him against his chest, but I saw Jerod push back against him, shimmering his ass and pushing back against Tanner's crotch, evidently working that dick in even deeper and wanting it to stay in there forever. Finally, Tanner put his hands-on Jerod's waist, holding him still, and slowly allowed his dick to slide out of the slick hole. Then he gently lifted Jerod into his arms and carried him over to the bed. At Tanner's direction I got both of them out of their shoes and socks and then Tanner lay down on the bed as well, right next to Jerod. Putting his arm around him, he started nuzzling his neck and face. "You were terrific, baby" he murmured in Jerod's ear. "Best ever." Jerod got this enormous grin on his face. "Thank you, Tanner" he swooned. "God, that was good." Then for the next forty-five minutes I had to watch as they caressed and kissed and licked each other, all the time whispering sweet-nothings in each other's ears. I knew that Tanner could be sweet, but this was like nothing I'd ever seen before. Tanner was affectionate beyond words, being absolutely loving to Jerod. So, where does that leave me? Angry of course. And jealous of course. I had to watch them being lovey-dovey for almost an hour while my blood boiled. After the violent rape, they were as gentle as kittens with each other and among all the kissing and loving, they gave each other a hand job, Tanner cumming for the second time, and Jerod for the third. How could I compete with someone who wanted, actually craved being abused? We know Jerod is a true masochist who would take any amount of abuse to please his Master. I don't think I'm a masochist and it wasn't fair that Tanner appreciated someone who was. ---------- I was really getting nervous about Tanner punishing me. I mean, I'd fucked up over and over again over the past four days, and he kept saying 'later', 'later'. I wasn't about to bring it up, since why would I ask for punishment? So far, he hadn't said anything. I'm very well aware that Tanner doesn't let a single slight go by, so I know all the idiotic things I've done are building up, and I'm not sure how much pain I can endure. I love Tanner with all my heart and soul, but I also understand our relationship. We were not equals by any means. Tanner can't possibly love me the way I love him. I know that. I understand that. Tanner says I'm his 'best bud' but I know he doesn't just give his intimacy and affection away for free, I must deserve it. I must earn it. Tanner's my idol, my hero, and he is deserving of nothing less than my total devotion and allegiance. This will sound stupid, but I know I'm not worthy of his attention. Yeah, 'worthy' is the word. I know I don't deserve to be his best bud, especially since I constantly screw up. So obviously I'm thrilled that even though I'm such a fuck-up, he allows me to be his friend anyway. But Tanner is understanding. Yeah, he is, he really is. He knows I'm a total 'fuck-up' but he's willing to put up with me, he's willing to work with me, and that's why I love him. Of course, he has high expectations for me which I don't seem capable of achieving, but he's willing to correct me and show me the error of my ways. Yes, he believes in discipline, and I appreciate that. I simply must try harder to meet his high standards and if he feels he had to punish me, so be it. Being Tanner's friend, his best bud, is something special. And although everybody at school sneers at me for being his flunkey, I know they're jealous. Anyone of them would love to exchange places with me and be Tanner's loyal sidekick. So, anyway, I was pretty sure that my number was up. It was Saturday morning, and Tanner had just arrived. Just like most Saturdays, my mom was working an extra shift, so we had the whole day to ourselves. As far as I knew, nobody was coming by today, none of Tanner's 'harem'. So, there was no doubt he had planned this; just the two of us. And, as far as I knew, the only thing we had on the books was my punishment. I dropped to my knees when he came into the room, ready to take his shoes off. "Stop" he said. I froze. "Look at me." I looked up. He just looked into my eyes, not angry or anything, but not smiling either. I knew what was coming and I tried not to cringe. He slapped me. I forced myself not to yell, but tears instantly appeared in my eyes. "I'm sorry, Master" I whimpered as I looked down at the floor. "Look at me" he repeated. As I looked up he still seemed calm and collected, like this was just a normal occurrence. Nothing out of the ordinary. I was prepared when he hit me this time, but that didn't make it hurt any less. "I'm sorry, Master" I whimpered again. I bent down and kissed his feet, his shoes, and then put my forehead to the floor between his feet. "Do your job" he said. With tears dripping down my cheeks, I removed his shoes and socks, and then gave each of his feet a kiss. He didn't say anything or react in anyway, so I pulled down his shorts and then stood up and removed his tank top. I dropped back down to my knees. "I'm sorry, Master" I repeated. I was pretty sure the punishment wasn't over, but I didn't know where it was going from here. I was desperate for his recognition of my loyalty, and my total devotion to him so I kissed his feet again. But I was okay with the punishment. I deserved it. If he had to hurt me to make me better able to serve him, I wanted him to hurt me. But that was always a problem with Tanner because worshiping him wasn't a punishment. Kissing his feet wasn't a punishment, it was an honor. Crazy huh? But it's true. I wanted to abase myself and grovel at his feet, but I was already doing that. What more could I do to show him my remorse for my stupidity? Somehow, I had to let him know how devoted I was to him. I kissed his feet some more trying to show him my complete sorrow and chagrin from my actions. "I know I don't deserve you, Master" I whimpered through my tears. I kept kissing his feet as I said this. "But I am so sorry. Please, please forgive me. Give me another chance. I will do better. I promise." "Lier" he said. "No, Tanner. Please" I pleaded. "I will .... I will do better. I promise." I looked up at him. "Are you ever going to learn not to talk back to me" he said softly, looking into my eyes. "Am I wasting my time with you?" That hurt. I felt a sharp pain through my body, right to my heart. This was what I was afraid of, terrified actually. Would Tanner give up on me? "Please, Master. Please, please, please." Now, I started crying. "Tanner, don't. Please. I love you." I grabbed onto one of his thighs and hugged myself to him. Without a word Tanner removed my hands from his thigh and stepped away from me, walking over to the beanbag chair. "Mr. Carson asked me to move in with him" Tanner said bluntly, out of the blue. Talk about being shocked. I stopped crying instantly. Mr. Carson? "I wouldn't have to spend all my time here with you" he said. "What?" I yelped, stopping my crying. "What? Why? How? What do you mean? Mr. Carson?" "I mean what I said" he chuckled. "Mr. Carson wants me to move in with him. He wants to be my sugar daddy." "Please, Tanner. Please tell me you're not serious" I said. I wasn't crying now, I was too shocked to cry. This was horrible. This would mean he wouldn't come to my house anymore. He wouldn't have any reason to keep me around anymore. Of course, I knew Tanner had a real problem with his father. He only had a couple months to go before his eighteenth birthday, and his father had already told him in no uncertain terms he was out on the street on that very day. We had talked about this. "I'd get away from my father" he said. "Tanner, please, think about it. I .... I ... I mean, wouldn't Mr. Carson cramp your style?" I asked. "I mean, here with me, you can do anything you want." "What?" he laughed. "You think I couldn't do anything I want living with Mr. Carson? Do you really think that? Hell, I've got him wrapped around my little finger and if I want him to crawl, he'll crawl. He'll support me and wait on me hand and foot, and you can bet I'll do whatever I damn well please." "But Tanner. Just give me more time" I pleaded. "I'm still working on my mom. I know she'll come around." Of course, Tanner and I had talked about where he was going to go when he hit eighteen. And, of course, I wanted him to move in here with me. I'd talked to my mother about it. Over and over and over. But the problem was, she was having an affair with Tanner's dad. We had a big house, with a couple extra bedrooms, so there was plenty of room for him, but mom said Mr. Tanner wouldn't like it. I understood that that was a problem, since Mr. Tanner was a real son-of-a-bitch, but I'd always been able to manipulate my mother. I figured, with time, I'd be able to convince her. "You know that ain't gonna work, Charlie. Me? Right across the street from the asshole? I'd see him every day. And, besides you've said he spends a lot of nights in your mom's bed anyway." "But Tanner ....," I said. I suppose I knew that it wouldn't work either, but I couldn't face that. I was desperate. I couldn't lose him. Tanner was my whole life. I couldn't lose him. "You can't go, Tanner. You just can't." Every time we talked about this, I got tears in my eyes. I mean, I simply couldn't conceive of my life without Tanner. It would be like my whole life coming to an end. "I moved out once before" Tanner said, "back in Crystal City." "You did?" I questioned. "You did? You never told me that." "Yeah" he said laughing. "But that was my downfall. That's when we moved here." "You what?" I asked. "You moved out, but then you had to move? I don't understand." "It's complicated" Tanner said, still laughing. "Very complicated." "Please, Tanner" I said. "Tell me about it. I want to hear it." For the moment, it seemed that Tanner had forgotten about my punishment, so this was a good thing. A very good thing. "What happened?" I asked. "I've got something to tell you, Charlie" Tanner said, looking over at me where I was still kneeling on the floor. "We've got a guest coming by this morning." "Oh?" I queried. "Yeah, my fuckboy from Crystal City." Then he laughed. "My piss-boy actually." "What?" His piss-boy? Hopefully my punishment was over, but now I was interested. Who was this, and how was he Tanner's piss-boy? Tanner had not talked much about why they had to move from Crystal City. He just said he got into trouble with a couple teachers. "You moved in with your piss-boy?" "He was one of my teachers; Mr. Strump. Allen Strump, my 'cum dump'. He was my PE teacher and football coach, but I turned him into my fawning boot-licker, and I mean that literally," he laughed. "I had the cleanest damn boots in the city." "Shit, Tanner. Really?" I wiped the tears from my eyes as he chuckled, reminiscing past times. "Yeah" he really laughed now. "He was also my ass-kisser, and I mean that literally too. So, you can imagine how shiny clean my ass was too." I had to laugh along with him, now, my tears forgotten. "Jesus, Tanner. Jesus. You are something else." "Yeah, I am" he said. He just lay there in the beanbag chair, remembering times past. Then he looked at me. "Come here, Charlie." I stayed on my knees but crawled over to him. "Up here" he said, and I crawled into the chair at his side as he put his arm around me. He grabbed onto my ass, as I snuggled up, and I swear to God, this was my favorite position in the world. Lying there, up against his hard-muscled body, his arm around me, his hand cupping my ass. This was nothing less than heavenly. I gave him a light kiss on the shoulder but knew I couldn't do more without his permission. If he wanted me to touch him and worship him he would let me know. But just lying there against his very hard body, with his hand squeezing my butt was nirvana. "Please, Tanner" I whispered. "Tell me about Crystal City." "I was a mean bastard back then" he said which caused me to perk up my ears. "And I was really aggressive, but I've calmed down a lot now. I had a chip on my shoulder like you wouldn't believe. But now, I ain't near what I used to be." He calls this 'calmed down'? Slapping guys around while fucking them and demanding total cringing subservience? This is 'calmed down'? "You're kidding, right?" I said and laughed, trying to make a joke out of it. "You were aggressive then? You're not aggressive now? Huh?" "Hell, you don't know the half of it" he laughed. "I mean, let me tell you about Mr. Strump, my first bitch. Even before I ever saw him, I heard that he might be gay. That's what the talk was. I'm not sure if I was even sixteen then, but I recognized his queer ass from the first day I saw him. I mean, the fucker couldn't keep his eyes off of me and my big prong. It took me two seconds to figure out that he was a wimpy fag, and I decided on the spot that he was going to be my wimpy fag. "Of course, I admit I dressed to tease, just to see what would happen. The regulation outfit in gym class was white gym shorts and a white t-shirt. So, on the first day of class I skipped the t-shirt completely and the white shorts I wore were tight spandex shorts which were molded around the outline of my prick. And you know me; even back then I spent my life in the gym, so I was built like a brick shit house. I was a stud. "'T-T-Tanner, those are not regulation gym s-s-shorts' Mr. Strump said to me. Yeah, he stuttered. That pretty much let the cat out of the bag. Right then and there I knew he was going to be my bitch. `And everyone must wear a t-shirt' he said. "'You don't like these shorts, Mr. Strump?' I said slyly. I know he was fuckin turned on and was trying his damnedest not to look at me and that lump in my shorts, unsuccessfully. Hell, I could see it in his pants, his sweatpants. No doubt about it, there was a big lump showing there. "'Get regulation ones by tomorrow' he said. `Now go get a t-shirt.' I gave him a big shit-eating grin as I stood up. "'Okay, coach. Gotcha.' "But I had no patience back then. I was incredibly aggressive. So, after football practice that day I waited out in the parking lot for Mr. Strump. I had put my denim cutoffs and my t-shirt in my backpack and was wearing only the slinky spandex shorts I'd had on in class. The minute he started to get into his car, I slid into the passenger side. "'Tanner!' he yelped in surprise. Yeah, he was surprised. I hadn't showered after football, so my muscles were gleaming with a layer of sweat making me look positively scrumptious, particularly to a fag like Mr. Strump. He was totally blown away. And although my dick wasn't hard in class today, it sure was hard now. Hard and leaking and raring to go. "Hi-ya coach" I said, giving him a bright smile. "Loved your class today. "Tanner, wha...." "I put your favorite shorts on" I said, interrupting him. "I noticed in class that you liked them." He glanced down and couldn't help but see the enormous bulge outlined in the shorts. "'Shit' he murmured and actually gasped in surprised. I laughed, having a pretty good idea what was going on in his head. I mean, I'm gorgeous. And sitting here next to him with my gleaming muscles and enormous cock showing, I was literally mindboggling, the sexiest thing on the planet. "'I grabbed his hand and pulled it over to my cock, holding him there. "'No, Tanner. No. Stop it.' He tried to pull away, but you know me. With my muscle and strength ain't no PE coach gonna pull away from me. I moved his hand around giving him a good feel of my meat and forcing him to squeeze it. "So, without belaboring the point, Mr. Strump gave me a blowjob there in the parking lot. I was sure he was a fag, so I figured he wasn't new to sucking cock, so I really went at it and enjoyed myself. This was the first time I'd ever fucked somebody's face and forced them to take all ten inches of my dick, but Strump took it like a champ. Oh, I had to slap him a few times at first to get his cooperation but once I got him over his reluctance of doing a student he was great. He weren't no amateur I can tell you. "Oh, he choked some and kept gagging, but that's to be expected since I'm so big. But the truth is, I was so hot that I couldn't hold out. I blew my wad in not more than ten minutes. "And I'll tell you this. When we were done I owned him. He fuckin belonged to me. I mean, after I pulled him off my dick I looked him in the eye with this huge grin on my face. 'You're my bitch now, Mr. Strump' I said. `You-are-my-bitch.' I was holding his hair making him look at me. `And you know what? You liked it. You liked being my bitch.' He didn't react. He didn't say anything. "I gave him a big grin. `And I liked it too' I said. `You were hot.' "'No, Tanner. I ....' He could barely talk because of his sore throat. Yeah, as I said, I wasn't easy on him. "'We've got to do this again sometime, Mr. Strump' I chuckled. `What do you think?' I gave his cheek a couple friendly pats. He didn't say anything. `I'll tell you what I think' I said. `I think you liked it. I think you liked being my bitch. That's what I think.' He still didn't react. "Reaching down, I pulled up my spandex shorts. 'See you later, teach' I said as I grabbed my backpack and got out of the car. "I had the biggest grin on my face that you could imagine, and I started whistling as I walked home. Damn, did I ever feel great." ----------- "So, Charlie, that was my first bitch in Crystal City" Tanner said to me. "And that's when I decided to collect them. That was when I came up with the idea of having my own collection of fuckboys." He laughed. "Shit, I had a lot of fun in Crystal City." "Jesus, that is so fuckin hot, Tanner" I said in awe. "You are such a stud." Yeah, what a stud; but what a wicked stud. "So, is Mr. Strump the one that is coming by this morning?" I asked. "Yeah, Gary said he was." "Gary?" I queried. "Yeah, Bill Gary, the other teacher I was fucking, my history teacher. He's the one that called me. He's still got the hots for me too. They're the ones that got me into trouble." "They are?" I queried. "You said you got caught with the two of them? Is that what you said?" "Hey, you remembered" he said and gave my ass a good squeeze. "Yeah. It was the two of them. The first time I had them together." "And?" I asked. "You gonna tell me about it?" "My old man walked in on us. The fucker wasn't supposed to be home." "Oh, shit. That must have been horrible." "It was worse than horrible. I was in the middle of the hottest fuck session I've ever had in my life." "What? Really?" "No doubt about it. It makes me hard, just thinking about it." "Yeah?" "Yeah. I was training them to take my piss. Yeah, I was. They didn't want to at first, but that was the whole point. That's what made it so fuckin hot, doing it against their will. You cannot imagine how hot it is pissing in a guy's face as he looks up at you." Tanner gave a big belly laugh, shaking the whole beanbag chair. "Shit, that was hot." "Wow!" I said. "It was their first time, my first time too actually," he said. "But they were really getting into it, as I went back and forth between them, but that's when my dad walked in. I coulda screamed when my dad interrupted us. Hell, I think I did scream." "Damn, I had good times in Crystal City." Comments appreciated: [email protected] Remember to support Nifty with your donations.

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Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2023 18:07:08 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter Six The following story is an erotic fantasy with mostly consensual sex between men. If this is not your thing or you're underage, stop now. However, if you continue, I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to copy it for your own use. Comments always appreciated: [email protected]. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Six Alright, so this was a surprise to me. Tanner said that he found out where Mr. Carson lived and we were going to go there right now, on Sunday afternoon. So, we were on our way to Mr. Carson's house and Tanner was planning on fucking him. Mr. Carson was our chemistry teacher, easily the best-looking man in our school, and Tanner had put him on his list of 'aquaint' boys. Of course, Mr. Carson wasn't a boy, but he was gorgeous. Since this was his second year of teaching, he must have been at least twenty-four or twenty-five. Even though he was older, Tanner evidently felt that with his pretty face, he would fit in quite nicely among the boys he was planning to surround himself with. His 'aquaint' boys; his 'harem' which he was setting up just to keep his big whanger entertained. Yeah, that was Tanner. We were all just his playthings, available for his pleasure whenever he wanted it. Unreal? Yeah, you would think so, but Tanner was special. A special human being. Not only very good looking, with an astonishing physique, but with a controlling personality that attracted boys and girls alike, straight boys and gay boys both. We were not only attracted to him, but with his overwhelming charisma, we literally became his dutiful acolytes. Gratified to be able to dote on him. It turned out that Mr. Carson lived in a third-floor apartment not far from the school, so it wasn't that far for Tanner and Darrell and me to walk. Not knowing what kind of welcome we'd receive, Tanner was ready, so when Mr. Carson opened the door he just pushed it on open and we walked in. We already knew that Mr. Carson was single and we assumed he lived alone, and we believed he was gay. At least Tanner believed he was gay. "Mr. Carson" Tanner said brightly as we walked in forcing Mr. Carson to step back. "How nice to see you. Can we come in?" We'd already come in and I'd closed the door, so the question was meaningless. "Tanner" Mr. Carson said in surprise. "What .... What are you doing here?" "Just visiting" Tanner chuckled. "We thought you might like some company since you've been sick." "Huh? What?" he said. "Yeah, you missed two days of school, and we wanted to see if you were okay." Tanner was wearing his usual snug muscle shirt and shorts, while Darrell and I wore t's and jeans. Mr. Carson was wearing what looked like sweat pants and a wife beater. Although the TV was on, he had a book in his hand, so evidently he'd been reading. "Tanner. Listen ..." he started to say, obviously frightened. He had to know why Tanner was here. "Mr. Carson" Tanner said sternly. "We had an appointment on Thursday and you missed it." "Listen, Tanner ...." he started again, but again, Tanner interrupted him. "You wouldn't believe how distressed I was when you didn't show" Tanner said, with a straight face. Tanner may have had a straight face, but Darrell and I didn't, because we were trying not to snicker. 'Distressed.' Tanner could be so cool. "I was hurt that you didn't show, Mr. Carson" Tanner said, "and I was beginning to think you didn't like me. But I can't imagine why you wouldn't like me. I'm a likable guy." He smiled at Mr. Carson now. I suppose you'd call it a sneer, not a smile. "Tanner, please. You don't what to do this" he said. Oh yes, he was frightened. I think he was about to pee his pants. "Do what, Mr. Carson?" Tanner said as he stepped forward causing Mr. Carson to step back. "What is it I don't want to do?" Tanner reached forward and grabbed Mr. Carson's wife beater and jerked him forward getting right in his face. "You stood me up, Mr. Carson, and I don't like that. I don't like that one bit." "Tanner" Mr. Carson yelped as Tanner jerked him forward. "I think you'd better apologize, Mr. Carson. You'd better apologize before I get really angry." 'Get angry', I thought? Like hell. Tanner had been angry for four days now, so I figured he was about to explode. "Tanner, Tanner" Mr. Carson said. "Think what you're doing. You can't ...." "Was that an apology, Mr. Carson?" Tanner said calmly. Holding on to Mr. Carson's wife beater, he now grabbed it with both hands and ripped it down the front. "Charlie, was that an apology?" he said to me.. "Didn't sound like it to me." I'm pretty sure this was rhetorical; he didn't want an answer from me, so I didn't give one. Mr. Carson was now realizing that Tanner was out of control, and he had to try to calm him down. "Tanner, I'm sorry, okay?" he said, now starting to plead. "I'm sorry I didn't meet you. Okay?" Tanner ripped the shirt the rest of the way down the front, and left the tatters hanging from Mr. Carson's shoulders. Then he spit in Mr. Carson's face. Right in the face. Mr. Carson was horrified. He could see that Tanner really was out of control. "You call that an apology?" Tanner asked. "I think you can do better." He grabbed Mr. Carson with one big hand around his neck. "I definitely think you can do better." I was getting a little nervous, myself, because I was worried that Tanner, as angry as he was, might do something that we'd all be sorry for. "Okay" Mr. Carson croaked as Tanner squeezed his neck. "Aaaak." Tanner spit in his face again. "You owe me, man" he growled. "You owe me, and you're going to pay." Mr. Carson's face had turned white and he couldn't even choke or even breathe since it looked like Tanner was crushing his throat. Darrell was standing there frozen, in total shock at Tanner's actions, but I felt I had to do something. I stepped forward and grabbed Tanner's bicep. He turned and glared at me. "Tanner, Tanner" I said softly. "Calm down. Please, Tanner, calm down." And, then, just like that, his glare disappeared and he took a deep breath. "Okay, babe. Sorry" he said to me. Yeah, believe it or not, he apologized to me. He let go of Mr. Carson and stepped back and took another deep breath. "Okay, Mr. Carson. Charlie says I can't be mad at you" he said. "But what about that appointment?" "Tanner, listen to me" Mr. Carson said, now seeing that Tanner was calming down, maybe he could reason with him. "I'm a teacher, and you're a student." "So? What?" Tanner said. "You don't like me?" He raised his arms and flexed his massive biceps for just a second. "You don't like this?" "Tanner, please" he said, and I saw that he was beginning to sweat. "I'm a teacher." "I don't mind" Tanner said, and I saw that he was now smiling. "I don't mind fucking a teacher. In fact, i haven't fucked a teacher since I left my school in Crystal City." "But .... But ...." Mr. Carson sputtered, and hearing Tanner bluntly mention fucking him, he really got scared. Darrell might be a student, but he was muscle bound, and twice his size, so Mr. Carson knew he could probably handle him with one finger. "I'm going to fuck you, Mr. Carson" Tanner said. "You can make it easy, or you can make it hard, but I'm going to fuck you. And Charlie and Darrell are going to watch. How's it going to be?" Tanner pulled his muscle shirt off and tossed it aside and started undoing his shorts. Mr. Carson seemed to momentarily speechless because he didn't reply. "Here or in the bedroom?" Tanner asked as he dropped his shorts, leaving only one of his tiny spandex bikini's holding his big schlong. Mr. Carson turned, evidently planning to run, which was rather stupid since Tanner was standing right in front of him. Tanner grabbed him by the arms. "Okay, here in the living room then" he said calmly. Tanner grabbed the torn wifebeater from the back and jerked it down and off. Then he grabbed him around the waist with one arm and lifted him off his feet. He carried him, draped over his arm for just a few feet, and dropped him on a sofa. That's when I realized how small Mr. Carson was, even smaller than me. He had a pretty face, but he was short and slim, probably 5'6" and about 130 pounds. Mr. Carson sat up and looked up at Tanner with this horrified look on his face. Tanner stood there smiling down at him for just a second and then flexed his biceps. Jesus, he was amazing. Mr. Carson, as frightened and shocked as he was, was noticeably impressed since his eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open. Yeah, that's the way Tanner affects people. Tanner climbed on top of Mr. Carson, facing him, sitting on his thighs with his knees on either side of him. His face was inches from Mr. Carson's face when he stuck out his tongue and gave his nose a lick. He now had an enormous grin on his face. "Jesus, you're beautiful" he said, looking deeply into Mr. Carson's eyes. "Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?" And that's what this was all about. Mr. Carson was beautiful, and of course that's what attracted Tanner in the first place. "Tanner ...." Mr. Carson whispered. "So am I" Tanner said softly, interrupting him. "I'm beautiful too. You think I'm beautiful, Mr. Carlson? Huh?" "Tanner, please" Mr. Carson said. Tanner took Mr. Carson's head in both hands and kissed him. Really kissed him. A long drawn out kiss that went on and on and on. Darrell and I looked on in amazement because after only a minute or so it was clear to see that Mr. Carson was returning the kiss. And as the kiss went on and on, five minutes or more, they began to get more boisterous, Tanner jerking Mr. Carson's head and Mr. Carson reaching around and hugging Tanner, literally trying to crush him against himself. Then they slowly leaned over and fell to their sides on the sofa, the aggressive kiss going on and on, as Tanner started humping his crotch against Mr. Carson. I thought that kiss was never going to end, but I could see what Tanner was doing, or rather, what he had done. Mr. Carson was humping him back now, totally turned on. It was astonishing how great Tanner was at seduction. He was a genius. In not more than fifteen minutes he had taken Mr. Carson from frightened anxiety and panic, to a 'too hot to trot' submissive who was probably about to blow in his pants. Finally breaking the kiss, Tanner started licking Mr. Carson's face; his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, and then his forehead, as they lay there on their sides face to face. "You're beautiful, sweetheart" he whispered. "Absolutely beautiful." 'Sweetheart?' Tanner talking to his chemistry teacher? Sweetheart? Is that not incredible? From my perspective he was talking to his teacher, but from his he was talking to a routed subdued zealot. Mr. Carson was panting from the moment Tanner stopped the kiss, but now he pulled Tanner even tighter against him and latched onto his lips again. Another long, long kiss, with both Tanner and Mr. Carlson humping their crotches against each other. And then Tanner spoke. "I'm going to fuck you, baby" he whispered. "You want that? You want me to fuck you? Hmmm?" Mr. Carlson didn't say anything, but he kept hugging Tanner and trying to return to the kiss. "Close your eyes, baby." As Mr. Carson closed his eyes, Tanner pushed himself away, stood up and ripped off his bikini. Mr. Carson kept his eyes closed as Tanner picked him up and carried him to the end of the sofa, draping him over the arm with his feet on the floor and his face in the cushion. Tanner put his hand on the back of Mr. Carson's head and pushed his face into the cushion as he grabbed the sweatpants with his other hand and jerked them down, leaving Mr. Carson's ass open for his assault. Then he slammed him on the ass with his open hand. Mr. Carson let out a scream of pain and surprise, but it was muffled by the sofa cushion. "Don't you ever stand me up again, you little prick" Tanner growled at him. Leaning forward he pushed his super hard, ten-inch monster into Mr. Carson's crack. Then he humped him a few times, sliding his prick up and down in the crack. Mr. Carson didn't do or say anything but was moaning very softly. I wondered about Tanner telling Mr. Carson to close his eyes because Tanner always wanted his minion's to be looking him in the eye while he fucked them, but then I realized that Tanner was way ahead of me on that. He knew that Mr. Carson would be less accepting if he saw Darrell and me standing there watching, so 'out of sight, out of mind', with his eyes closed Mr. Carson would be focusing entirely on the fuck and not on his students watching him. Tanner looked over at me and gave me a 'come hither' motion with his head. I scurried over and got on my knees, because I had no doubts he wanted me to do something to get Mr. Carson ready. I wasn't sure what he wanted until he stepped back and turned to me. He spit in his hand and rubbed it in Mr. Carson's crack. I looked up at him and he nodded down at his dick, so I grabbed it, bent it down, and took it in my mouth. He was as hard as a rock, so he didn't need me to get him hot, so I realized he wanted me to juice it up, getting it wet and ready. So, rather than sucking him, which would have been stupid since he was all hard and ready to plow Mr. Carson's ass already, I got lots of saliva together, getting his big prick wet and dripping. I heard Mr. Carson grunt once, so I assumed Tanner had stuck a finger or two in him, but that was all. That was all the prep he was going to get, and he was not going to get a condom this time either. Pulling out of my mouth, Tanner turned back to Mr. Carson, took aim, and pushed. "Here it comes, baby" he said as he pushed. "Ready or not." Mr. Carson let out a scream as Tanner entered him, but since Tanner was still jamming his face into the cushion, it was muffled. Tanner pushed harder, getting a couple inches into him causing him to scream even louder. I was still on my knees just a couple feet away but wasn't about to move and lose my ringside seat. I already had my hand in my pants, and I knew that watching Tanner fuck a guy from close up was going to be as exciting as hell. Mr. Carson was moaning now as Tanner pulled back slightly, and pushed back in. Then he started the 'Tanner ' fuck. Long, slow strokes, very slow, but going deeper with each thrust. He kept at it for five minutes or more until he finally seemed to have it all the way in. Then bending over Mr. Carson, he whispered in his ear. "So hot, baby. Real hot. Your ass was just made for my big dick." Then he actually nipped Mr. Carson's ear. I had my cock out of my pants now, and I felt it jerk in my hand as Tanner spoke with that seductive voice. Even as mesmerized as I was with the action in front of my face, I glanced over at Darrell for a second and saw he had his prick out of his pants as well. Tanner started in again with that slow even motion, but now he was going deep, cramming every inch of his enormous dick into Mr. Carson's ass. Mr. Carson was mostly silent with just an occasional moaning sound as Tanner went on and on and on. The moans may have been of pain at first but changed to moans of pleasure after a bit. No question Tanner was right in thinking Mr. Carson was gay and had been fucked before. When I glanced up at Tanner's face, I saw that his head was thrown back and his mouth was open, totally relishing the feeling of his prick in Mr. Carson's tight ass. It was at about ten minutes or maybe even twenty minutes of the slow motion before I heard Tanner begin to breathe heavier. And then, for the first time, he began to speed up. Removing his hand from Mr. Carson's head, he grabbed him by the shoulders and started moving faster and faster. And finally, jerking his shoulders violently, he started slamming into him, really slamming, almost moving the heavy sofa each time he rammed into his ass. Now Mr. Carson was making a sound even though it was muffled. A yell in fact, each time Tanner bottomed out in his butt. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh" he howled as Tanner slammed into him over and over again. "SON-OF-A-BITCH" Tanner finally yelled as he slammed in one final time and began to shoot. "Shit, shit, shit" he yelled as he fired again and again into Mr. Carson's butt. I was ready too, so jerking only once or twice I started to shoot. And as I looked up, Darrell was jerking his prick like mad right on the verge of cumming as well. Tanner had pulled Mr. Carson partially upright, and with his hands tightly gripping his shoulders, and his dick crammed as deep into his ass as it would go. Pulling back and ramming in to him one final time, he yelled `YES' and fired his final shot. And then he was done. Dripping with sweat, he bent over Mr. Carson and kissed his neck. "Jesus, that was hot" he said. "For an old man you've got an ass that won't quit" he murmured into Mr. Carson' ear. He was still holding Mr. Carson by the shoulders, so now, as he stood up, he pulled him up with him. He still had his dick up his ass, and as they stood up, I saw that Mr. Carson pushed back against him, keeping the dick there. Tanner grabbed him by the hair, and twisting his head around, started kissing him again, from behind. I had shot my load on Mr. Carson's carpet and was putting my dick away, when he opened his eyes and looked at me, and then over at Darrell. He did not react in any way, but just continued kissing Tanner. The only move he made was to push back harder with his butt against Tanner's dick, keeping him inside. Tanner finally pulled his softening dick out and turned Mr. Carson around to face him. That's when I noticed the puddle at the end of the sofa. Mr. Carson had cum as well. Tanner kissed him again. "See what you've been missing, sweetheart" he said with a big grin. "Hot dick action from the hottest stud in your school." Mr. Carson didn't say anything, but he tried to kiss Tanner again. Tanner slapped him across the face. Mr. Carson looked shocked at first, but Tanner was still looking into his eyes and smiling brightly. He tried to kiss Tanner again, but Tanner hit him again. "Tanner" he yelled, putting his hand to his face. "Why?" Tanner kept the smile on his face, but now grabbed Mr. Carson by the hair and gave him a sharp jerk, showing his power and control. "If I want you to kiss me, I'll tell you, sweetheart" Tanner said, giving his hair another jerk. "Got that?" "Huh? Tanner?" he said. Tanner slapped him once more. "You don't do nothin unless I tell you, sweetheart. You're mine now. I own you. Got that?" Tanner said. He still had that smile, but it was more like a grimace. An angry smile. "Yes" Mr. Carson said softly. The exhilaration and the excitement of the fuck was gone from his face, and the fear was back, but I realized that was exactly what Tanner wanted. He made sure Mr. Carson enjoyed the fuck, but he also made sure Mr. Carson understood that he was only there for Tanner's pleasure. Tanner was in charge, now and always, and he was making it clear that Mr. Carson was nothing more than his fuckboy. "Tell me, sweetheart" Tanner said as he now put his arms around him and pulled him into a hug. "Tell me you love getting it from Tanner. Tell me you loved getting this hot dick up your ass. Come-on, say it." There was a long pause, as Tanner looked into his eyes. "Yes, Tanner" he said softly. Tanner reached down and grabbed Mr. Carson's butt, pulling him in tight, and went back to the kiss. They didn't make any arrangements to meet again, but Mr. Carson asked for Tanner's cell phone and coded his cell number into it before we left. ✽✽✽ I was in a terrific mood on the walk back to my house and all I could talk about was how cool it was that Tanner had so easily conquered Mr. Carson and turned him into another one of his fuck boys. I had had such an incredible ringside seat watching from on my knees just a couple feet away. My eyes had been absolutely glued to Tanner's enormous boner as it slid in and out of Mr. Caron's ass. Of course, I was also in a terrific mood because of what was coming. I was jabbering like crazy, building up Tanner's ego and brown-nosing him like you wouldn't believe. But hell, I love fawning over him, and by the look on his face he was loving it too. Darrell was the one that was not happy, in fact he barely said a word all the way to my house. Okay, so I can be a real pain-in-the-ass sometimes. It's just my nature. I didn't necessarily want to antagonize Darrell, but I just couldn't help it, it was so much fun. Him a hunk and me a wimp, it was just too good to be true that I could lord it over him. Every time I caught his eye, I'd give him an ear to ear grin, and twice I even winked at him and laughed aloud. I don't know if Tanner even noticed because I was working so hard praising his fuck of Mr. Carson. If looks could kill, I'd be dead because at one point I pursed my lips and threw Darrell a kiss while I reached down and groped myself. Hey, that's me. I'm a little guy and if I get a chance to torment somebody a lot bigger than me, I can't resist the challenge. If Tanner had not been walking between us, I think Darrell would have slugged me right then and there. When we got to my bedroom, I immediately dropped to my knees and removed Tanner's shoes and socks, because I didn't want him to have a chance to ask Darrell to do it. I even bent down and gave each of his feet a kiss which I hadn't done before. As I unfastened and pulled down his shorts, I saw Tanner grinning down at me, and I think he knew what I was doing. My flattery was simply to try to make Darrell look bad, as he stood there looking like an idiot, while I was being totally attentive and subservient. As I stood up, I removed Tanner's muscle shirt and then started stripping myself. I was all the way down to my underwear before Darrell had even moved. He still didn't understand the ritual in my bedroom, where we only wore our skivvies. Tanner, standing there with his hands on his hips, turned to Darrell. "Well?" he said. I think Darrell was so angry with me, and so upset about the coming blowjob that he wasn't thinking clearly. But now, seeing Tanner's frown he jumped to follow our actions and strip down. Once he was down to his briefs he looked at Tanner. Tanner smiled and gave him a 'come hither' motion with his head. As Darrell stepped up in front of Tanner, Tanner reached around and put both hands on his ass, reaching inside his underwear and giving his cheeks a squeeze. Then he kissed him on the lips. "Do you love me, baby?" Tanner asked showing an enormous smile. "Do you love your man?". I think Darrell almost melted right on the spot, as he put his arms around Tanner and hugged him close. "Oh yes, Tanner" he gushed. "Yes, Master, I mean" he said, correcting himself, as he aggressively returned the kiss. "Oh yes." I was ready for my blowjob, but no way would I say anything to Tanner, and I was sure he'd get to it in his own time anyway. They kissed for the longest time, Darrell feeling up Tanner's back, and Tanner squeezing Darrell's buns. Darrell was trying to put on a show of adulation, probably trying to show me up, as he kept his hands moving, feeling the muscles of Tanner's back, and wiggling his ass under Tanner's hands. Yeah, I swear, he was wiggling his ass. After a few moments, Tanner stepped back, giving Darrell a big smile and then a single peck on the lips. Then he flexed his left bicep. Nothing was said but Darrell got the idea and gave it a kiss. Then another and another. "Yeah, baby" Tanner whispered. "Show me how much you love me." So, Darrell got busy. Opening his mouth wide almost like he was going to eat that big muscle, he started licking and sucking. Tanner didn't say a word, but kept crunching the bicep, trying to make it peak even more as Darrell worshiped it. After a couple minutes, Tanner raised his arm, and Darrell automatically moved into his armpit. "That's it, baby" Tanner murmured. "Get a good taste of this body." Darrell started licking up a storm, jamming his face into Tanner's pit. Tanner had sweated like crazy while fucking Mr. Carson, so I knew there was some real man scent and man sweat in there for Darrell to savor. And you bet he was savoring it, as he sucked on the pit and began moaning in pleasure. "Oh shit, baby, you're good" Tanner said as he finally lowered his arm and pushed Darrell to the other side. Darrell was making slurping sounds along with the humming sounds in his throat. I swear to god, he was acting like he was in a trance, momentarily living in another universe, a universe of total adulation and worship. Tanner whispered something in his ear, and he moved down to the big slabs of pectoral muscle. Keeping up the same action, sucking and kissing and licking, he went to work on Tanner's right pec. Tanner was in total pleasure mode and was beaming, and he even glanced at me once, giving me a wink. I'm not sure what that meant, but it made me feel like an insider, with a special relationship with him. I got a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Of course, I was feeling all warm and fuzzy, but I still wanted my blowjob. I wanted to see Darrell on his knees with my dick in his mouth, and of course I was jealous. Watching Darrell worshiping Tanner's fantastic physique was hotter than hell, and yes, I was hard, but as you can imagine, I wanted to be there doing what he was doing. I wanted to be the one worshiping that incredible body. I wanted to be the one Tanner was praising and smiling at. Tanner gradually got Darrell over to his left pectoral, and eventually down on his knees and working his ridges of abdominal muscle. Darrell kept slurping back and forth, gradually going lower and lower, until he finally reached Tanner's bikini. Tanner wasn't even fully hard, but there was one hell of a bulge stretching off to his right. Darrell kissed it; Tanner's prick. Typical Tanner, with that big smile permanently on his face, he grabbed Darrell by the hair, jerked him back off his dick, and slapped him. Darrell let out a yelp and looked up at him in shock. Tanner kept smiling but let go of his hair. Darrell didn't know what to do, or what the slap meant, but he leaned in and gave Tanner's dick another kiss. Tanner grabbed his hair, jerked him back and hit him again. Darrell yelped. Tanner kept smiling down at him but now he spoke. "Wrong prick, fuck boy. Wrong prick." That got my attention. I'd been sitting on the side of the bed but now I jumped up and scurried over next to Tanner. My grin was so huge, it was beyond belief. I was half-hard anyway, but now in just seconds I grew out to my full six and a half inches. Darrell had been looking up into Tanner's eyes, but now looked over at me. He was shocked from Tanner hitting him but he was also shocked to see me standing there in front of him. I knew he hated me, but that just made it better as I grinned down at him. "I'm ready" I said, and couldn't control a laugh. Yeah, I can be obnoxious sometimes, but right now I couldn't help it, and this was going to be the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. Besides, believe it or not, I'd never had a blowjob before. Never. Well, okay, maybe once. But getting a blowjob from Sally doesn't count. "Please, Master" he pleaded softly. He moved his eyes from me back to Tanner, looking into his eyes, perhaps hoping that he might relent, but no such luck. "You know what you've got to do" Tanner said, still with that smile on his face. The look on Darrell's face was now one of resignation. He turned back to me. "Pull his shorts down" Tanner ordered him. Darrell did what he was told, pulling my jockey's down to my ankles. "Now do what you've got to do and do it good." Darrell looked up at me with sorrowful eyes, tearing up I think. I bent my hard dick down towards his face giving him a huge grin as I did it and watched as he took it in his mouth. I was incredibly excited, and my dick gave a big surge, and I was so hot I was almost afraid that I would explode right on the spot. But luckily, I was able to hold on as Darrell began to suck. His mouth was turning me on like crazy, but those tears in his eyes were frosting on the cake; totally heaven sent. I was elated. I was getting my first real blowjob, and I was getting it from a real muscle hunk, a muscle hunk who despised me and who was doing it against his will. That gave me a feeling of superiority like I'd never had before in my life, a feeling of incredible power and invincibility. I'd always been a bit of a weakling, a skinny kid afraid of his own shadow, so I'd never had a chance to browbeat or oppress a guy before, particularly a muscle hunk who hated me and was crying as he was forced to blow me. Yeah, forced. Forced to be my cocksucker. My very own cocksucking slave. Okay, so I wasn't doing the forcing, but it still made me feel like a superman. Yeah, me. Superman Charlie. I felt like I had been transported onto another plain of existence. A plain of might and power. I couldn't help but laugh aloud in euphoria. And I couldn't help but reach down and grab Darrell's hair with both hands and ram my dick in. He choked and jerked his head back violently spitting my dick out of his mouth. Darrell was one hell of a cocksucker and I'd seen Tanner take him more violently than this, so I guess he was more surprised than anything else. "TANNER" he yelled as he looked up at me in fury. He reached up and grabbed my wrists and jerked me hard, bringing me down to my knees. Tanner was just a couple feet away, so he now reached and grabbed Darrell's hair and jerked his head back to look into his angry face. "DARRELL, STOP" he shouted. Darrell froze. "Let go of him." Slowly getting control of his anger, Darrell let go of my wrists. "This is Charlie's blowjob" he said, slowly and distinctly, "and you'll do whatever he wants." Darrell was still furious even though Tanner was holding his head back by his hair and glaring at him. "Tanner, he ...." he started to say. Tanner slapped him. "Are you listening to me?" Tanner growled, angrily. He gave Darrell's head a shake. "Are you listening?" There was a hesitation as Darrell got control of his own anger. But he knew he didn't want Tanner angry with him. "Don't you dare ignore me." "Yes, sir, Tan...., Master. Sorry" Darrell said contritely. "Sorry." "I said, this is Charlie's blowjob, and he'll do whatever the fuck he wants, and you'll take it. You got that?" Darrell gulped a couple times as the angry tears in his eyes turned to tears of hurt. "Yes, Master. Yes. I'm sorry." "Now apologize to Charlie" Tanner said. Darrell's eyes opened wide in shock, and even I thought this was going a little too far. Him apologize to me? There was a momentary hesitation, but Darrell knew he had to do what Tanner said, and he knew he didn't dare hesitate too long either, because Tanner was glaring at him. "I'm sorry, Charlie" he mumbled softly. "Okay, get to it" Tanner said, letting go of his hair. My dick hadn't gone down in the least, so as I got back on my feet, I bent it down and stepped up to his face. He took it in his mouth. You know the phrase: 'the cat that swallowed the canary?'. Well, that was me. So, how did I handle the blowjob? Was I contrite and sorry for poor Darrell, and let him off the hook and go easy? Hell no I didn't. I fucked his damn face. Darrell didn't blow me, I fucked the hell out of his face. I mean, I probably would not get another chance like this in my entire lifetime, so no way was I not going to take advantage of it. I wasn't about to let this chance get away, so I plowed the hell out of him. Tanner just stood there, a few feet away with his hands on his hips, with this big grin on his face. He was enjoying it and I took that as encouragement to keep banging away. As we all know, Darrell is a great cocksucker, and my prick ain't near as big as Tanner's, so he took it like a pro. He only choked two, maybe three times while I was ramming my prick into his throat. So, I finally came, and to make my pleasure all the greater, I pulled out and blew it all in his face. Jesus, that was cool, seeing his teary eyes and piteous look and watching my cum dripping down his face and off his chin. Fucking heavenly. Alright so I'm a son-of-a-bitch. A real prick. But I do have my fun. ✽✽✽ Okay, so I deserved it. I know that, but it doesn't make it any easier. It doesn't make the pain go away. I've had a hell of a time explaining my bruises to my mom. I kept my clothes on to hide the ones on my chest and my back, and even on my thighs, but I couldn't hide my swollen nose and the bruises on my face. My Mom wanted to take me to the hospital which I wanted to avoid, so although the pain was killing me, I had to pretend it didn't hurt. She also wanted to call the police, but I told her I didn't see the faces of the gang of guys that beat me up. That they came on to me from behind. But you can probably figure this out for yourself. Tanner usually leaves sometime after 10:00, and I go up and play video games for a while. But when the doorbell rang at 10:15 I just expected that he forgot something. But when I opened the door it was Darrell, and he was very angry. Very, very angry. And, Tanner or no Tanner, he had a whole lot of anger built up that he had to work off. So, he beat the living shit out of me in my own house. And I must tell you, he was totally systematic and methodical about it. I had bruises on almost every inch of my body, and I could barely get out of bed the next day. My mom was frantic, so I had to pretend I was okay to try to keep her from freaking out. Okay, so maybe I deserved it since I got so carried away. But, I have to say, no matter how much the pain, ultimately, it was worth it. I mean, the bruises will go away eventually, but I have no doubt that on my dying day, when I'm in my deathbed, I'm still going to remember ramming my dick into muscle-boy Darrell's face. No doubt about it. [email protected]

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Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2023 19:54:44 +0000 From: Duane Colwell <[email protected]> Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner This is a story of gay dominance, rough sex, with some violence. It is total fantasy and in no way is it meant to represent any characters or places or actual events in real life. This is not a guide for sexual practices in your own home. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site without permission is prohibited. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner CHAPTER ONE "What did you think of that kid, Charlie?" "Well, I ahhh .... I didn't think he'd be such a wimp" I said. "I thought he was a tough guy." "He was a tough guy, he was a hunk and he knew how to fight" Tanner said. "He's on the wrestling team for god's sake. But it don't matter to me. I can wipe up the floor with guys like that any day of the week." "Yeah, I could see that" I said. "He was a tough guy, but now he's a wimp. My wimp" Tanner laughed. "It was kinda fun, though, kicking the ass of a hunk like that." "Yeah, I could see you were having fun." "Hell yes, I loved it. I was having a ball. You must have noticed what a hell of a hard-on I had. Lording it over a stud like that is pure euphoria. It makes me so fuckin hot." Tanner was glowing with pleasure as he remembered the event. "But what did you like best?" he asked. "What turned you on the most?" "I think..., I think it was when you had your knee in his back and was twisting his arms and rubbing his face in the dirt. He was screaming, and you were laughing. That was really cool." "Yeah, he was screaming like crazy. But I was holding him and jacking his arms with one hand and jamming his face in the dirt with the other. No sweat. You noticed that, right?" "Hell, yes, I noticed that" I said. "You made it look easy." "That's what these muscles are for" he said as he flexed his right bicep forcing it to bulge into a huge seventeen-inch mass of muscle. "That kid thought he was strong until he ran into me, didn't he?" "Yeah, that's what I said" I answered. "He looked like a hunk. You don't look like that if you don't work-out a lot." "I guess I showed him what real muscle is like" he said. "Come here, Charlie. Feel this muscle." I'd only known Tanner for three weeks now, after his family moved in across the street, and he was a hunk and a half. A real muscle kid. He knew it and was proud of it and loved showing off. "Come here and feel this muscle." I was sitting in front of the X-Box and Tanner was sitting in the beanbag chair. One of those big round things, like A Japanese papa-San chair, that you could curl up in. I said I'd only known him for three weeks, but I already knew he was terribly vain and very much in love with his body. With good reason, of course, because his physique was spectacular; he had big bulging, perfectly defined muscles and he was gorgeous, and he loved being admired. I can assure you this wasn't the first time he has asked me to feel his muscles. I walked over and placed my hand on his bulging bicep. "It's amazing, Tanner. Absolutely amazing." "Don't just touch it, man. Feel it. Get a good feel. Tell me what it feels like." So, I used both hands and rubbed them over his amazing bulging bicep, getting a good feel. Just like all the other times he had me feel him up, I had to say something. I had to verbalize it and tell him how amazing he was. "It feels like a fuckin rock, Tanner. Like steel or something. It's really hard, and it's really big. There ain't nobody around with an arm like this." "You bet, nobodies got an arm like this" he said. He seemed to be satisfied with my comment, so he dropped his arm and I went back to my chair. "But that kid, Darrell. What a wimp he turned out to be" he said with a big grin on his face. "But it was fun. I really enjoyed kicking his ass. It was a lot more fun than those other runts that I stomped." He lay back on the chair with a big smile on his face as he reminisced. "I loved it when he was howling and begging me to stop. That always turns me on." "But, Tanner. You had him begging and crying for fifteen minutes or more" I said. "How many times did he yell `I give'? Ten? Fifteen?" "Hey, I gotta have my fun" he laughed. "The little shit gave up way before I was ready to quit. Hell, I'd barely warmed up when he started begging me to stop. If I'm going to kick a guy's ass I'm going to do it right." Tanner was a bully. A real bully who loved beating up on people. He just seemed to like hurting people. And since he was all muscle he could take just about anybody on, and it seemed he was always looking for an opportunity. And it didn't take much. Tanner had a chip on his shoulder and if anyone even looked at him in the wrong way, he'd jump at the chance to take offense. From the very first day I met him, when he slammed me up against the wall of my bedroom because of something I said, I learned to treat him with kid gloves. I was super careful about what I said to him, because he was overly sensitive, and he never let anything go by. If he thought anyone gave him even the slightest hint of disrespect he'd pound the hell out of them. I know because he pounded on me. After he pounded on me three times, I learned to keep my mouth shut. He was a hunk and I was a skinny runt, so I was thrilled that he wanted me as his friend, but I was always a little on edge when I was with him, careful not to provoke him. Tanner had only been here three weeks and he'd beat up three kids already for some slight he thought they had given him. Darrell was the fourth. Tanner had bumped into Darrell in the hall one day when I was with him, deliberately I think. Hell, I know it was deliberate. Tanner bumped him on purpose. He'd already told me he thought Darrell was a stuck-up shit, so, for some reason, he had it in for him from the beginning. When he bumped him, Darrell turned and said `watch it', and that was enough. When I heard him say that I knew he was dead meat. "You noticed that I made him thank me for it" he gloated. I admit I laughed at the time because it was amazing, watching that hunk Darrell, lying at Tanner's feet crying, begging Tanner not to hurt him anymore, and then thanking Tanner for beating him up and thanking him. Tanner was laughing at him as he did it just to humiliate him even more, and I couldn't help but laugh along with him. It was horrible, but it was funny. And it was hot. Very, very hot. It gave me one hell of a hard-on. "He's going to be my lackey" Tanner said emphatically. "My first one. My first one after you, that is. I've decided." "Lackey?" I questioned. "What do you mean, lackey? I'm to be your lackey?" "Yeah, I'm tired of being the good son" he said. "This is bullshit. I gotta let loose. I gotta have some action." "Huh? What does that mean?" "It means I been being good" he said. "My dad said he'd kill me if I didn't behave this time, and I've been behaving, but I'm sick of it. A stud like me has got to do what he's got to do. " "What's that?" I asked. "You've been good? Tanner, you've beat up four guys since you've been here and you're saying that's being good?" "That doesn't even count" he said. "So, I kicked their butts. So what? Big deal. That was just for the fun of it, for the exercise for god's sake. I didn't do anything else to them. I didn't make them pay." "I don't understand" I said. "You'll understand soon enough. You're going to be my number one lackey." "But Tanner" I said, surprised to say the least. He was being really weird. "I'm not your lackey. We're friends. You're my friend. I'm not your lackey." "You don't think so?" he chuckled. "You just don't know it. Come over here." "Huh?" I said. "I said, get over here" he repeated as he sat up in the bean-bag chair. "What?" I asked. "What do you want?" I knew something freaky was going on here, but I didn't know what. I'm to be his lackey, his flunkey? "Charlie" he snapped. "I said get over here." I hesitantly got up and walked over to him. "Get down here." I bent down in front of him. He slapped me. "Aaoooh" I yelled. "Tanner? Why'd you do that?" I put my hand to my cheek because it really stung. "Did you like that?" he asked. "What do you mean did I like that?" I asked. "That hurt." He slapped me again on the other side. "Yeeooh" I yelled. "Did you like that one?" he asked calmly. "Tanner, please" I yelled. "Why are you doing this?" "Because I want to" he said and slapped me a third time. I yelled once more and tried to back away, but he grabbed me by the neck and held me there in front of him. "Please, Tanner. Don't" I whimpered. "Don't." "You're going to answer my fuckin question. Do you like it when I hit you?" He jerked my hand away from my stinging cheek and hit me again. I know my cheeks must have been turning red because those slaps really stung. "Tanner, please. Don't hit me" I pleaded. "No, I don't like it. How could I like it?" "Wrong answer" he said. I had both of my hands in front of my face, trying to protect myself, but he knocked them aside and hit me again, forehand and backhand. I started crying. "Tanner, you're hurting me" I cried. "Please, don't." "Tell me what I want to hear" he demanded, "or I'll keep hurting you." I finally got it through my thick skull what he wanted. "Okay, okay" I screamed at him. "I like it, god damn it. I like it." "You like what?" he growled at me. "I like you hitting me, damn it" I yelled angrily through my tears. It was stupid thing to say but I had to say it. "Okay? Is that what you want?" "Yeah, that's it" he chuckled. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me up next to him in the chair. Putting his arm around my shoulders, he pulled me in close, hugging me and grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. I was still sniffling as he pulled my head down on his shoulder. "It's okay, babe. It's okay" he whispered into my ear. (Babe?) He held me there, in the beanbag chair, for probably an hour without saying a word as we watched the TV. He had his hand on his crotch the whole time, giving it a good squeeze occasionally, keeping the massive bulge looking massive. Did I tell you about Tanner's big bulge? It wasn't simply big. It was enormous, gigantic. He had to be twice as big as me and that ain't no exaggeration. And I ain't no midget either. He had to be at least ten inches, maybe even twelve. He was simply huge. And he was really proud of it. That's why he had us strip down to our underwear when we were alone, and he always kept himself semi-hard. After Tanner went home and I climbed into bed, I jerked off, as per usual. But this time I was not thinking of the guy in the muscle magazine. I was thinking of Tanner. I was thinking of Tanner's arm around me. I was thinking of him playing with his dick. I shot a gusher. Was I gay? I hadn't experienced anything, but I was pretty sure of it. I knew I was only interested in boys. Cute boys turned me on a lot more than girls did. And boys with muscles, like Tanner, turned me on even more. But no way in hell was I going to let Tanner know that. Tanner and I had become close in the past three weeks, and I was really learning to like him and respect him. We walked to school together, walked home together, ate lunch together, and spent the afternoons and many evenings together in my bedroom. So far, I seemed to be his only friend, and I basked in that. He was such a hunk, and I was just a skinny dweep. He worked out all the time and was really built and was very handsome as well. I was thrilled that he wanted me as his friend. ✽✽✽ The next day I was with Tanner when we saw Darrell in the hallway. He had a Band-Aid on his forehead and another on his cheek and he also had a couple bruises showing. Tanner had made a mess of his face. Darrell stopped and looked down at the floor when Tanner stepped in front of him. "What did your parents say?" Tanner asked. "Nothin, Tanner. Nothin" he said, his voice quivering. "I didn't say nothin." "What did you tell them?" "I said it was some guys I didn't know, Tanner" he croaked. "Honest, Tanner. I didn't mention you." "Good boy" Tanner said with a smile. "Here, I don't need my math book anymore. Bring this by my locker after school." He handed Darrell his math book. "Okay, Tanner" he answered as he took the book, never once looking at Tanner's face. I guess I wasn't completely shocked, since Tanner had really worked the kid over yesterday, but even so, it was obvious that Tanner was going to turn him into his lackey, his servant. Shit! That was amazing. That was hot. "He said it was `some' guys" Tanner said to me and laughed as we walked away. "He'll never admit that it was just me alone, and I didn't even break a sweat." I laughed along with him. Darrell was waiting at Tanner's locker after school. "Here's your math book, Tanner" he said as he held it up. Tanner pulled his backpack from his locker. "Put it in here" he said, and Darrell put the book in his pack. "You gonna thank me?" he asked. Darrell looked up at Tanner's face for the first time, with a look of surprise. "Huh? What?" "I let you carry my book for me, you should thank me" Tanner said simply. There was a slight pause, but then Darrell thanked him. "Thank you, Tanner." "You want to carry my backpack home for me?" Tanner asked. "Ahhh .... what? Ahhh ...." Darrell sputtered. "I've got practice, Tanner." "Bring it by my house when you're finished" Tanner said, handing him the pack. "No. On second thought, bring it by Charlie's house. I'll be over there." Tanner turned and walked away with me scurrying along behind him. The fact is, Tanner was always at my house. He had a real prick for a father, so he avoided going home as much as possible. I didn't have a father at all, and my mother worked some strange shift which took her from 3:00 PM to midnight. She even worked weekends to get the extra pay, so I rarely saw her. I took care of myself. Tanner and I were playing `Call To Duty: Modern Warfare' on the X-Box when the doorbell rang. As usual with Tanner, we had stripped down to our underwear. "He's here" I said as I put the controller down. Tanner headed downstairs with me following behind. "Come on in" Tanner said as he opened the door. Darrell looked really startled because Tanner was damn near naked. His big muscular body totally intimidating, and his half hard prick barely covered by his bikini. Darrell looked him up and down and visibly gulped. "I .... I .... I can't stay" he mumbled. "I've got to get home to dinner. I just wanted to bring you your pack." "I said, come in" Tanner repeated. Darrell gulped again and looked like he was beginning to sweat. But he stepped into the entry as Tanner closed the door. "Here's your pack" he said, holding it out. Tanner just stared at him for a moment, his arms folded across his muscled chest, making no attempt to take the pack. Darrell held it there wondering what to do and becoming very uncomfortable. "Here ....ahhh. I've ...." he stuttered. Finally, Tanner nodded his head over towards me, and Darrell handed me the pack. "You got something to say to me?" Tanner said menacingly. I could see that Darrell was shaking, and his sweaty face was turning white in fear. "I .... ahhh ..... ahhh ...., Tanner. I ...." he stuttered. He didn't know what to say. "Did you thank me, Darrell?" Tanner growled at him. "Oh shit" Darrell mumbled under his breath. "Thank you, Tanner" he blurted out. "Thank you. Thank you for letting me carry your pack." Tanner put his hand over Darrell's mouth and chin and pushed him backwards, banging his head against the door. "Are you my punk, Darrell?" he asked. "You my punk?" Darrell only thought about it for a second and then said what he knew Tanner wanted to hear. "Yes, Tanner" he said, his voice muffled by Tanner's hand. "Yes I am." "Tell me" Tanner growled as he squeezed Darrell's cheeks painfully. "Tell me you're my punk." "Yeah, Tanner. I'm your punk. I'm your punk." "Prove it" he said. "Get down on the floor and kiss my feet." There was a long pause while a visibly shaking Darrell absorbed this command. "Tanner .... please" he pleaded softly. "Do I have to kick your ass again?" Tanner said aggressively. "No, Tanner. Please, no" Darrell actually shuddered. "So, get on your fuckin knees and kiss my feet." As I watched in amazement, Darrell got down on his knees, bent over and kissed each of Tanner's bare feet. Then he looked up into Tanner's face. "Now get the hell out" Tanner ordered him. "Be here in the morning to carry my pack to school." "Okay, Tanner" Darrell said with some relief, obviously happy to be able to get away. Tanner and I headed back up into my bedroom. "I slapped you yesterday" Tanner said to me as he lay back in the beanbag chair. "Have you decided that you like it?" Of course, I had thought about it. I was still sore. But, again, I knew he had to be treated with kid gloves, and I knew the answer he wanted. "If that's what you want, it's okay, Tanner" I answered. "Yes, that's what I want" he said, "but that's not what I asked you. Do you like it when I hit you?" I still didn't want to say it, because no, I didn't like it. I didn't want him to hit me. "Tanner ...." I started to say. "Get your buns over here" he snapped at me. "Tanner, please" I pleaded, but he just glared at me, so I walked over to him. He nodded his head, telling me to get down on my knees, which I did. I knew he was going to hit me, but he was so quick that I didn't have a chance to prepare anyway. (wack) This time my head snapped around. "Yeeeaaaoooh, Tanner" I yelled, putting my hand to my cheek. He just glared at me for a minute or so as I rubbed my cheek. This was the hardest slap yet. "I like hitting guys, Charlie" he said calmly. "And I really like hitting you. Is that okay?" "Tanner ...." I whimpered. "Please ...." "Tanner, please" he said in a squeaky voice, mimicking me. "If I like it, you like it. That's the way it is." There was a long pause while the tears dripped down my cheeks and he glared at me. "Okay, Tanner" I whimpered. "If that's what you want." "Yeah, that's what I want" he said firmly. "Now put your hand down." It was clear what he wanted. I had to get my hand out of the way, and he was going to hit me again. But what could I do? I put my hand down. (wack) He hit me again on the other cheek. Again, almost knocking me over. I controlled myself this time and did not yell even though it really hurt, but I let out an involuntary "aow" instead. My tears were streaming down my face as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down next to him, putting his arm around me again. Surprisingly, he gave me a kiss on the cheek. "It's okay, babe" he said. "You'll get used to it. You'll be my number one boy. Okay?" Hugging me tight against him, he looked into my eyes from only inches away. "Okay?" he repeated. "Okay, Tanner. Okay" I blubbered through my tears. "Good" he said. "You cooperate and be good and you can be my best bud." He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. Almost immediately, he put his hand on his crotch and began squeezing his dick, so it wasn't long before he had that enormous bulge showing again. I always wore jockey shorts, but Tanner wore skintight little bikini underwear in light colors. They were some thin synthetic material that stretched and hid very little even when he was soft, and when he was hard it stretched and showed everything, a perfect outline of his dick through the material. It held him in, barely, but otherwise he might as well not have been wearing anything. After only a minute or so, he grabbed my hand and pulled it over to that big bulge. "You do it" he said. "What?" I said, really shocked. He wanted me to play with his dick? "Keep it hard" he said as he continued watching the TV. As you can imagine, since I thought I was gay anyway, I'd certainly been aware that Tanner was very big down there. Hell, I'd had wet dreams as I fantasied about touching it, or even sucking it. I'd never sucked anybody's dick of course, hell, I hadn't even touched anybody before, but the internet was full of that stuff, so I wasn't totally ignorant about it. "You want ...." I started to say, but he interrupted me. "Do what I tell you" he said. So, I grabbed on to his dick, while mine suddenly sprung to alert. I felt a shot of pure energy shoot through me from head to toe. Tanner was actually letting me touch his dick! I was excited. I was thrilled. I was hot, and I was hard; very hard. Shit, the biggest, hottest dick on the planet and I had it in my hand. Was Tanner gay? Of course not. He couldn't be gay. I knew that. He was the straightest, butchest guy I'd ever met. But straight or gay, if he wanted me to play with his dick, I was sure happy to do it. I started massaging it through his bikini. This went on for maybe ten minutes while he stayed hard as a rock. "Get it out" he said finally. Again, he surprised me. Evidently. he was going to let me jerk him off. I pealed the bikini off his dick allowing it to shoot out and then slap against his abs. And what a dick. I could barely reach my hand around it. "Easy" he said. "Just hold it." Obviously, he did not want to get too hot and did not want to cum, so I held on to the monstrous thing. Not jerking it but just holding it in my hot little hand. That dick felt hot to the touch, but I was so hot myself that I was about to explode, so I accidentally let out a moan. It was embarrassing but I was moaning in excitement just from touching him. "You like that, huh?" Tanner chuckled. "Yeah, I got a big one. Everybody likes it." "Everybody?" I asked. "Yeah, everybody. Why do you think we moved here?" he laughed. "My dick was getting too popular." "What? No" I stammered in surprise. "You moved because of your dick?" "Yeah, my dick. Everybody wanted my dick" he laughed. "They just couldn't get enough of it." "That's why you moved here?" I gasped. "You've got to be kidding." "Hell, no" he laughed. "Once I got somebody acquainted with my dick, they always wanted more. And I did one hell of a lot of `acquainting'. The neighbors next door and the one across the street, my gym teacher, my cousin, my buddies Larry and Neil, and even Larry's girlfriend. And a bunch of others too. They all wanted my dick. Even my Sunday school teacher for god's sake. Hell, even my Mom. I had a list of cock worshipers a mile long." "Even your Mom?" I asked in shock, as I forced my eyes away from his prick and looked into his eyes. "No way!" "Yeah, my Mom" he laughed. "She never actually did anything, but she sure admired my bulge all the time. Where do you think I got all these skimpy little bikinis? She bought them for me." "I don't believe you" I said. But of course, I believed him. Every word. He was so obviously dominant and arrogant and aggressive, that, along with that monster dick of his, it was easy to believe that he could get anybody he wanted to go down on him. "So, it ain't no surprise that you want my dick" he said as I again pried my eyes away from his massive pole and looked into his face. "You want to suck on it?" he asked simply, giving me a big smile. After what he just said, I should not have been shocked, but I was. This straight he-man. This muscled super-boy. He wanted me to suck him? Really? Me? Insignificant little nobody? I felt another surge shoot through my body right up to the tip of my prick. Just that quick, I was on the verge of cuming. He saw my shocked look and chuckled. "Go ahead, babe" he laughed. "Get down there and lick it. You're going to love it." I was not quite sure what reality was right now, and whether he really meant what he said. He acted so straight and so butch it just seemed unlikely he would let me suck him. Was he kidding? I was a wimp. I was a nonentity, while he was like a god. He was going to let me suck him? Or was he just playing with me and would he murder me if I dared to do anything? I didn't know what was going on with him, but I'd had wet dreams about sucking his dick, so I wasn't about to let this opportunity get away. I got down between his legs and looked up at him. He smiled at me. I stuck out my tongue and gave his big rod a lick, up one side and down the other. He was still smiling, so he liked it. It was heavenly. I licked up and down the rod a couple more times. Tanner grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up and smiled at me. "You're doing good, babe" he said and slapped me. I yelped: "Yeaoh! Tanner!" From delightful repose to painful misery in one second. He didn't hit me all that hard, but it stung, and it caught me by surprise, causing me to yelp. He told me to lick and he said I was doing good, and then he hits me. What was going on with him? He was holding me by the hair and looking into my eyes with a big grin on his face as I put my hand to my sore cheek. "Put your hand down" he said calmly, still grinning. I put my hand down. Very coolly, still holding my hair, he raised his hand slowly and deliberately, holding it in front of my face. Then he swung, slapping me once again. I saw it coming and squinted but couldn't do anything else. "Yeaoh!" I yelped. He put his hand to my face rubbing it all over which was kind of humiliating, and I guess showed he was in charge. He kept right on grinning at me. "You gotta thank me when I do something for you, Charlie" he said as he grinned. "You gotta thank me and you've gotta kiss it." "Huh?" I said. He put his hand in front of my face. "This is the hand that hit you" he said. "Kiss it." I just looked at him with a shocked look on my face. I had to kiss his hand after he hit me? He couldn't mean that. "I said, kiss it, god damn it" he snapped at me, his grin going away. I may be slow on the uptake, but I'm not totally stupid. I kissed his hand. "Now thank me" he said. I was now on the same wavelength as he was and realized that I had to do whatever he said. "Thank you" I whispered. "For what?" he asked softly. "For .... for .... for my ...." I stammered. "Thank you .... for hitting me?" I made it a question. "Yeah" he chuckled. "You gotta thank me every time. Now get on my dick. You're going to love it." I had tears in my eyes as he let go of my hair and pushed me back down on his dick. I licked. Tanner was uncut, but when he was hard the skin pulled back showing an enormous head which I wanted to take in my mouth, but he pushed me away and told me to continue licking. So, for the next fifteen minutes I licked and slobbered all over his dick. At one point he had me remove his bikini and then pushed my head down to his balls as he grabbed his dick and started playing with it. He was occasionally banging his hand against my nose as he had me work on his balls. I loved it. After another ten minutes or so of me slobbering on his balls, he grabbed my hair. Pulling me up over his body forcing me to scramble, he pulled me up to his face. He held me there for a few seconds, looking me in the eye, and then spit on me. I was horrified. "Tanner" I yelled. I could not believe he spit on me, right in my face. I felt my super hard-on throbbing in my jockeys. Spiting on me? This was horrible, but Jesus, did it ever turn me on. "Tanner, what are you doing?" "Shut up" he snapped at me. "Tanner, please" I whimpered. "Please." He ignored me and moved his hand over my face smearing the spit all over. As he looked into my eyes, still holding my head up by my hair, he deliberately spit into my face once more and then smeared it all over. I just stared at him in shock. Not for a second did I consider doing something or somehow trying to stop what he was doing. Tanner was twice my size to begin with and could have broken me in half with one hand if he wanted to. Besides, I didn't understand why he had picked me to be his friend in the first place; a god like him and a skinny wimp like me. So, in some ways I knew I was just a convenience for him. Someone to keep his ego pumped. And I knew it was an honor to be his friend. Yeah, no question, it was an honor. So, if hitting me and spitting on me and humiliating me was a requirement to be his friend, I guess I'd have to accept it. So, now, he was slapping me and spitting on me and humiliating me, but he was also having me lick his prick which was the most exciting thing I'd ever done. With the pain comes the pleasure, I guess. But why was he doing this? I didn't have an answer, except that he was a bully. "Thank me" he said, holding my head up by my hair and grinning into my face. "Thank me for spitting on you." The way things were going, I guess I wasn't even surprised that he said this. I thanked him. "Thank you, Tanner" I mumbled. "Thank you for spitting on me." "Good boy," he laughed and fluffed my hair and then pushed me back down to his crotch. "Take it in your mouth" he said. So, I did. I took the head of that monster in my mouth. I couldn't believe how wide I had to open to take it, but it was so exciting that I couldn't stand it. I mean it, seriously, I was so fuckin turned on that I couldn't stand it., So, yes, I did. I shot my load. I ejaculated. "Uggh, uggh, uggh" I grunted as I fired shot after shot into my jockeys. I pulled back off Tanner's cock, but he only laughed. "You little fucker" he laughed. "You are a hot one, aren't you? You're going to make one hell of a cocksucker." I was horribly embarrassed and couldn't even look at him as my ejaculation kept on and on. He gave me a minute or two to recover before he said anything. "Get back on my prick" he said, reaching down and tapping me lightly on the back of the head. I glanced up into his face and saw he was still laughing. "It's my turn now" he said. So, I took his cock in my mouth again. Obviously, I know you're supposed to jack it up and down as you suck so that's what I did. I took as much in my mouth as I could comfortably fit, probably a good five inches, and started sucking up a storm and bobbing my head up and down. Tanner just let me go at it, and as I looked up, I saw his eyes closed and that ever-present grin pasted on his face. Seeing that grin really turned me on because I knew I must have been doing something right. Let me tell you it absolutely thrilled me to know that I could give my muscle boy pleasure. My muscle boy. For the longest time Tanner just lay there with his eyes closed not saying anything, just letting me have my fun with his prick. And I found out what heaven was like. Sucking him and licking him and then back to sucking, I was doing everything in my power to make this good for him, and it was working. I kept my eyes on his face when I could, and that smile told me that he was enjoying it, really enjoying it. You would not believe what a thrill it was for me to see that look on his face, knowing that this hunk, this muscleman, this super-boy, was getting totally turned on by my actions. Me. Skinny little insignificant me. I was hard as a rock all over again. Then I felt his dick start to throb, and he moaned softly. He was going to cum. I felt his hand on my head as he grabbed my hair with one hand and his dick with the other. Holding me there and maybe pushing another inch of dick into my mouth almost choking me, he started to shoot. "Swallow it, baby" he murmured. "Swallow." I swallowed, trying to keep up with the flood of fluid shooting into my mouth. It didn't have much taste but was kind of gooey and slimy. No, not slimy, not slimy at all, but more like gooey sweat. It was shooting into my mouth and Tanner was gasping and moaning, so I knew he was loving it. And so was I. I kept staring up at his face as his whole body was shaking. He was so beautiful it took my breath away. He was holding my head and not allowing me to move, so I was swallowing as fast as I could as he loaded my mouth with his sweet cum. Yeah, sweet. Anything coming from Tanner had to be sweet. But he overwhelmed me and some of his cum leaked out of the corners of my mouth. But then, after I'd swallowed an unbelievable amount of cum, he finally quit shooting. He removed his hands from my hair and from his dick, but I didn't move. I didn't want it to end. That look of pleasure on this muscle god's face was like total joy for me and I was hopelessly in love. I was still gulping, getting the last of his cum as he opened his eyes. His smile got even bigger as he looked down at me, and I gasped and I think my heart may have missed a beat. I don't know how to describe true love, but it brought tears to my eyes. "Clean me up, babe" he chuckled. "I think you missed some." I swirled my tongue around his softening dick a couple more times and then pulled back, allowing it to slap against his abs. Keeping my eyes glued to his, I stuck out my tongue and started licking up the cum from his crotch hairs. After a couple minutes of watching his smiling face, I took his dick back in my mouth. "Woah, baby" he laughed. "Woah. That's enough." He grabbed my hair and pulled me off. "Please, Tanner. Please. Let me suck you. I'll suck you all night if you want" I said, actually pleading with him. Hopelessly in love? Not just hopelessly, desperately! "Don't worry, hon. You'll get plenty of chances" he said with that big smile. "I'm going to teach you how to really suck dick. You're going to learn what `deep throat' is all about." My cock was as hard as it had ever been, and I knew if I even touched it I'd shoot a gusher, but it didn't matter now anyway. All that mattered was my new god's pleasure. Tanner grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me up over his body so our faces were inches apart. That incredible smile of his was driving me crazy. `Say please" he said. I wasn't sure for what, but I said: "Please." He slapped me. He didn't hit me hard, but it was hard enough to sting. Even so, I forced myself not to cringe, but to keep the smile on my face. "Thank you, Tanner" I said joyfully. God, I loved him. "Open your mouth" he said. I did what I was told, even though I thought I knew what was coming. He spit in my mouth. Yeah, right in my mouth. "Thank you, Tanner" I said, smiling at him as I made a big production of swallowing his spit. "Master" Tanner said. "Master" I repeated after him. Tanner pulled my face down to his and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. A kiss! A real kiss. Right on the lips! Remember to support NIFTY [email protected]

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Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2024 16:55:41 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter Twenty-four This story contains muscle worship and rough sex between consenting gay men. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Twenty-four So, I hadn't seen him yet, but I'd already heard about him from Darrell and Jerod and Rasheed. Darrell texted me: 'Fell outa my chair. Impossible muscle kid. Sasha. Tanner got to see. You too.' Jerod texted: 'WOW WOW. You gotta see new kid. Monster'. Rasheed texted: 'new kid: Sasha. Bigger than me !!!' All three texts came within 15 seconds of each other. Of course, I wasn't supposed to have my phone on, but some teachers are more lenient than others, and besides I was Mrs. Miller's favorite student and had stored up lots of brownie points. Of course, Darrell and Jerod and Rasheed were not supposed to be using their phones either, but that tells you what an impression this 'Sasha kid' made on them. Darrell and Jerod and Rasheed were all in Mr. Spreck's period five U.S. History class together, while I was in Mrs. Miller's English class. So. Sasha. Who in the hell would name their kid Sasha? And whoever he was, I simply couldn't believe that he could be bigger than Rasheed. Nobody was bigger than Rasheed. Except Tanner and Tommy of course, but Rasheed's body was perfect, and he was a bodybuilding contest winner. Rasheed texted again: 'perfect body. desire -- love -- lust -- envy. I'm dying' What the fuck? Rasheed envied him? That was impossible. Nobody had better definition than Rasheed. Nobody, not even Tanner. This new kid must really be incredible. Darrell was outside my classroom door, I swear, within ten seconds of the bell. "You gotta see this kid, Charlie. He's incredible. He might be bigger than Tanner. He's huge." "Don't be stupid" I said. "Nobody's bigger than Tanner. You know that." "I'm telling you" Darrell said excitedly. "You gotta see him. Even Rasheed is amazed. This kid could win any bodybuilding contest in a minute. And he's gorgeous too." "So, who is he?" I asked. "New kid. Just transferred in from Arabit or Europea or someplace. His dad's military I think. Mr. Grant brought him into our History class and asked Rasheed to show him around. Rasheed is with him now and I think he damn near peed his pants." "So even fat old Mr. Grant recognizes perfect bodies when he sees them" I laughed. "He put them together." "Yeah, amazing isn't it?" Darrell said. "Him and Rasheed would make a perfect pair. Two perfect specimens." "Jesus, this is unbelievable." "Rasheed's with him now," Darrell laughed, "showing him the ropes. Just wait until you see him, you won't believe it. I swear, Rasheed was totally bowled over by this kid." "Jesus, I can hardly wait" I said. "And I can't wait for Tanner to see him. What's he gonna think?" "We'll find out. Gotta go." He turned to head off to his next class. "Oh, by the way. Mr. Spreck caught me texting" he said. "I gotta see him after school so I'll be a little late." "Okay. We'll wait" I said. Someone as muscular and awesome as Tanner? Was that possible? I didn't believe it for even one second. That simply wasn't possible. There ain't nobody around like Tanner. I was on the edge of my seat throughout sixth and seventh periods, wanting to get the day over so I could talk to Tanner. But finally, there we were, me and Tanner at his locker. "Did you hear?" I asked. "Of course, I heard" he said. "It's going around the school like wildfire. He must be something really special. I hear even Rasheed is impressed." "Yeah, he texted me. He said the guy was perfect." I told Darrell we'd wait for him, so we just stood there talking for a moment. Then we saw and heard a commotion down the hallway. I couldn't really see him, but it had to be this new kid: Sasha. I don't know what happened to Rasheed, but all I could see now was a blond head sticking up in the middle of a gaggle of girls, surrounded by them. Is that the word? Gaggle? There must have been a dozen, or maybe more surrounding him and all of them talking at the same time. It could only be the new kid, and obviously he was a magnet for the girls. "Let's go" Tanner said. "Darrell can catch up with us outside." I grabbed Tanner's backpack. I was more than happy to have the chance to carry it today instead of Darrell. We headed outside. Tommy was on his way in to run his bodybuilding class, so we talked to him for a minute, telling him all about this new kid. "I gotta get him into my bodybuilding class" Tommy said. Tanner and I waited for almost ten minutes, but Darrell didn't show, and we were about ready to leave without him. Then, up walks the new kid. Yeah, the new kid, Sasha. No girls, just him. Wasn't any question who he was, because anybody in their right mind would notice this guy from a mile away. And, Jesus, he was even better looking than they had said. Blond hair, a bleached blond 'beach boy' type on a perfect movie star face. He was wearing a snug green golf shirt, not skintight but just perfectly form-fitting everywhere except the sleeves where the big bulge of his biceps stretched the material almost to its tearing point. He was wearing the ubiquitous jean cutoffs, straining around his enormous thighs. The contrast between him and Tanner was phenomenal. They were both perfect physical specimens, their bodies damn near identical. Yeah, two perfectly muscled bodies attached to movie star faces; the distinctive color difference between Tanner's Latin light brown and Sasha's European white was breath taking. Any modeling agency would go crazy over them as a contrasting couple (except they were probably too big to be models). And, oh yes, Sasha had one healthy bulge in his crotch which looked like it had potential to compare to Tanner's. He had a great big smile on his face as he walked up, making him look damn near angelic. "Hey, man" he said. "You must be Tanner." Tanner was as surprised as I was as the guy stuck out his hand. Tanner stuck out his hand. "Ahhh, yeah. I'm Tanner. And you?" "Sasha. Glad to meet you" he said as they shook. "Had to escape into the boys to get rid of them," he laughed as he glanced back at the door to the school. "They can be a real pain." Obviously, he was talking about that gaggle of girls that had been surrounding him. "I've heard about you Tanner." "Yeah?" "Yeah, amazing stuff. And all of it good of course" he laughed. God, what a looker. He had to have the most perfect teeth on the planet and when he laughed his whole face just glowed. Jesus, he was good looking. And his tan! Tanner was naturally a beautiful shade of brown, but Sasha's beach-boy tan was every bit as beautiful. Then he turned, actually noticing me. "I heard about you too, Charlie" he said. "And you're even cuter than I heard." He turned to Tanner. "I take it he belongs to you?" That shocked the hell out of me, but then he shocked me even more by reaching over and rubbing the back of his hand against my cheek. "Sweet. Real sweet" he said. "Hey" I said and stepped back. "Don't be shy, little one, I won't hurt you" he chuckled and turned back to Tanner. "Tanner, he's a pretty one, just my type. Do you loan him out?" What the fuck? What was with this guy? We'd known him now for, like, ten seconds, and he's not only recognized that we're gay, but he was also way, way beyond that. Obviously, he also recognized that Tanner was a top and I was his bottom and I belonged to him. How in the fuck did he come up with this in all of ten seconds? And not only that, but he also wanted to get me on a loan? He was asking Tanner to give me to him? He was telling us he wanted to fuck me? Jesus Christ! The things coming out of this guy's mouth were sending shock waves through me and Tanner both. Could this guy really be saying this shit? Was this for real? Could he really be this brazen? This was unbelievable. Then Tanner started laughing. I mean, really laughing, huge belly laughs. "Oh shit" he howled as he laughed uproariously, unable to control it. Sasha just smiled, showing those gorgeous teeth. Then he reached up and patted my cheek and rubbed his finger over my lips. Oh, yeah, he was gorgeous, and I was flattered that he thought I was cute and evidently wanted me. And as you know, I'm wild about muscles, so of course I found him incredibly attractive; his spectacularly muscled body was almost a mirror image of Tanner's. Yeah, he was beautiful and there ain't nothing wrong with me recognizing that. But I belonged to Tanner. I didn't want anyone else, no matter how gorgeous. "You and me are going to be great friends" Tanner said and laughed with delight as he stepped forward, put his arms around Sasha and gave him a big hug. Sasha returned the hug. Two spectacularly gorgeous muscle-bound hunks hugging each other in the schoolyard. Then, stepping back momentarily, Tanner stared into Sasha's eyes. There was a slight pause and then he leaned in and kissed him, on the lips, just a light peck. Sasha's smile got even bigger as he returned the quick kiss. "You know it man" he said. "In fact, you're already my best friend." That's when Darrell walked up. "Hi guys. I made it" he said. We all turned to him. There was a momentary pause. Then Sasha spoke. "Jesus, you know how to pick them" he said. "The beauties and the hunks. You're definitely going to be my best friend." "Huh?" Darrell said as he reached over and grabbed Tanner's backpack from me. That was still standard practice for him, carrying Tanner's backpack. "What's going on?" he asked. Darrell is always so enamored with Tanner that I think that as gorgeous as Sasha was, he hardly noticed him at first glance. But now he did take note. "Wow! You met him already." "Hi, I'm Sasha" Sasha said as he stuck out his hand. Darrell reached up and they shook and kept shaking. Even when they stopped shaking Sasha held on to his hand. I don't think he was crushing it or anything, but he sure wasn't in any hurry to let go. Darrell looked surprised but didn't make a big deal about it and just let Sasha hold his hand. "How about this one, Tanner. Available for loan?" Sasha asked, with a big grin on his face. "What the fuck" Tanner sputtered, barely able to get the words out through his laughter. I swear, he was about to bust a gut from laughing. Darrell simply looked bewildered. "I like you, boy" Sasha said. "You wrestle?" "Wha.... Ahhh. Yeah. As a matter of fact, yeah, I do wrestle" Darrell said with a startled tone. "Fantastic," Sasha said. "I'd love to wrestle you. You could show me some moves." Darrell simply looked surprised and confused at this action. But I had to laugh to myself because my best bet was that with all those muscles, Sasha would be an experienced wrestler and more than likely, he would be the one showing the moves. But his was all going too fast for Darrell. "Hey man, what's going on. Who in the hell are you?" "Sasha is my new best friend" Tanner laughed, "and it sounds like he wants to be your friend too. You interested?" "Hey, man, ah.... Tanner. You know I don't ...." "You'd have a good time, Darrell" Sasha chuckled, interrupting. "I'd make sure of that." "Hey, man ...." Darrell tried to say. "Have a go" Tanner said. "It's alright with me." He was still laughing, but I couldn't believe he said that. He was giving Darrell, one of his 'harem' members to this new guy who he'd known for, like, five minutes? Darrell still looked totally bewildered as he watched Tanner and Sasha negotiating for him. All this time, Sasha had been holding onto Darrell's hand, but now he jerked him forward and swung him around, putting an arm around him and pulling him in close. And, markedly, he pressed his crotch against Darrell's ass. "Hey" Darrell yelled as Sasha held him. "You gonna get hard for me, baby?" Sasha asked as he reached down and coped a feel between Darrell's legs. He made a point of humping his crotch against Darrell's ass a couple times. "Let go, man" Darrell yelled and started to struggle, so Sasha, laughing, let him go. Now, I gotta remind you that Darrell ain't no pussy, he's a stud; very masculine. Except for me and Mr. Carson, all of Tanner's boys were hunky studs; he wouldn't-a picked them otherwise. So, Darrell doesn't take any shit from anybody. But Sasha was so big and so perfect and so intimidating that he did seem to be unnerved. "You got a place, Tanner?" Sasha asked. "I hear tell you've got your own house." Jesus, this guy seemed to know everything about us, about Tanner. Tanner still couldn't stop laughing at Sasha's incredible brazenness. He was acting in exactly the same manner that Tanner might have been acting under similar circumstances, and Tanner was loving it. "Shit, yeah, come on. Let's go" Tanner laughed as he started off. "Come on, Darrell. You're going to have an adventure." He took Darrell by the arm as we headed home. "Tanner, please" Darrell said. "Don't worry, man. It'll be good" Sasha said. What can I say? I mean, really. What can I say? I was as shocked as Darrell was. I couldn't believe what was happening. Darrell seemed to be caught somewhere between bewilderment and intimidation; this was all going so fast. But, as we headed home, I noticed he kept glancing at Sasha; in fact, it seemed like he couldn't keep his eyes off of him. And I swear, as we walked, that look of surprise and bewilderment on his face was beginning to change to one of curiosity. Yeah. Curiosity at first and then maybe interest, and finally maybe even lust. I mean, we've already established that Sasha is incredibly gorgeous, so I think it may have been sinking in to Darrell what was happening, and he was beginning to get excited. I know for a fact that he was now showing a bulge in his pants. When we got to my house and in the front hallway, Tanner grabbed Darrell by the shoulders, pulled him in close, and looked him in the eye. "You like to get fucked by me" he said, making it a firm statement. "Well, yes, Tanner, but ...." "You like being under my control." "Well, yes, but ...." "You'll do anything for me." "Tanner, please. Yes, of course. But ...." "You're going to go with muscle boy here." "Tanner, I only want ...." "Sasha is my buddy. And I share with my buddy." "But you just met him." "Yeah. So?" "I mean, he's your .... But .... you just met him." "Yeah, I did" Tanner said and turned to Sasha. "Fresh meat Sasha. You'll like him." "Tanner ...." Darrell started to say. Tanner ignored Darrell. "Buddies share and share alike, Sasha, so you owe me." "Okay Tanner" Sasha said with a laugh. "I owe you one." "Tanner ...." Darrell tried again. Tanner gave Darrell's butt a good squeeze and joined Sasha in laughter. "This one is barely broke in but he might need some discipline." "That's fine, Tanner" Sasha said. "Discipline's my specialty. I know how to bring my boy's around." "Tanner, I ......" Darrell started once more. "End of subject" Tanner said as he grabbed him by the shirt collar, almost lifting him off his feet, and marched him up the stairs, Sasha and me following behind. I couldn't help but admire Sasha from the back. He not only had a perfect body and a perfect face, but he had an ass that wouldn't quit. I'm not really an ass man, but when a guy's really got it, you can't help but notice. Tanner has an ass, oh yeah does he ever, and I'm always in awe of him, but now I'm in awe of this guy as well. Tanner led the way and opened the door to his bedroom. Giving Darrell a slight shove into the room, he turned to Sasha. "Have fun" Tanner said. He let Sasha enter and then closed the door. "We're not going to watch" I asked, really shocked. I mean, what was the point if we couldn't see it. I was hard just thinking about it. Tanner didn't respond but just led me into my own bedroom. He stopped in the middle of the room, which was my signal to strip him. I dropped the backpacks, got on my knees and removed his shoes and socks. Then I pulled down his shorts and finally stood and pulled his shirt up and off. He stretched and performed a double bicep pose as I stepped back and watched. As always, I was literally staggered that any human being could look as fabulous as Tanner. The youthfulness, the body, the face, making a package of indescribable perfection. And as always, I gasped in amazement and got instantly hard. He gave me a grin, a really big grin which sent chills of excitement up my spine, and then stepped over to the beanbag chair and turned on the TV. Quickly, in a matter of seconds in fact, I stripped down to my bikini as well. He changed channels a couple times and then turned to me and cocked his head in a 'come hither' motion. My heartbeat instantly picked up as I scurried over and started to get on my knees in front of him. Instant excitement: we were going to get it on. However, as I started to get down, he motioned with his fingers, telling me to stay on my feet, so I stood in front of him and looked up into his eyes. He slapped me. (whap) Just like that. I yelped. "You liked him, didn't you?" he asked. "You wanted him." I was shocked of course, and that slap stung. What was going on? This was so blatantly unfair. He knows how I feel about him. He knows I would never want anyone else. "Tanner. Ahhh ...., Master" I said in a shocked tone of voice. "Master, please. It's only you. I belong to you. I didn't want him." "Lier" he chuckled. "He's beautiful, isn't he? Isn't he?" "Yes, of course he's beautiful" I said as I began to get tears in my eyes. The tears were not from the pain, but from him doubting me. That really hurt. "He may be beautiful, but I don't want him. I don't want anybody but you, Tanner." He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head. I was sniffling, but I was not going to cry. Even though I was hurt I wasn't going to let myself cry. "I love you, Tanner" I mumbled with my face against his chest. I reached around him and hugged him as tight as I could as I felt his hand slide down and squeeze my ass. "I know you do, baby. I know you do." We just lay there together for a few minutes hugging each other before he spoke again. "What do you want from me?" he whispered in my ear. "What do you want from me right now? This very moment?" I think he was still chuckling; it sounded like he was laughing as he spoke. Was there any question as to my response to that? Of course not. "I want you to fuck me, Master" I said softly. "You know I worship you, so please fuck me." "That's what I thought" he laughed. "Get me ready." He fluffed my hair as I dropped to my knees and pulled his bikini down. Before I had a chance to latch onto his prick, he sat down in the beanbag chair. I crawled in between his legs, buried my face in his crotch and looking up at his face, started licking his balls. Tanner liked lots of saliva and loved hearing me when I slobbered over his crotch, so I coughed up some flem and in just seconds had his balls awash in my spit. I started humming softly in the back of my throat as I lapped away at him, licking and sucking and giving him loud kisses. Jesus, I loved this. Worshiping my man, worshiping my master, showing him my single-minded devotion to him. I wanted to have sex with Tanner at least six times a day, but he had so many other followers that he seldom got around to me, so you can bet that right now; now that I had a chance, I was going to damn near kill myself giving him the greatest pleasure he could possibly imagine. I know Tanner likes a slow build up, so I kept on working his balls, sticking my tongue under them and reaching as far back as I could between his legs. I got a thrill when he slid down in the chair and raised his legs a little, giving me access to his ass. Shit, he liked it. He liked what I was doing. I jammed my face into his butt crack and started licking up a storm. "Oh, yeah, Charlie" he swooned. "You know how to do it." I loved it that he called me Charlie. That made it more personal than 'baby' or 'honey'. I mean, I loved him calling me 'baby' and 'honey' but when he was fucking he called everybody that. Recognizing that it was me, 'Charlie' who was licking his ass made it personal. He let me go at it for several minutes, so I crammed my nose into the crack and kept right on licking and sucking. I wasn't going to quit until he forced me to quit. But finally, he dropped his legs, pushing my face back out of his crack. "You're getting me hot, baby," (baby?) he said. "Get on my cock." I raised up and saw that his cock was not fully hard yet, but it was damn close; perhaps eight inches and growing. I grabbed just the head in my mouth and just teased it with my tongue. I knew he liked this, and sometimes the tip was so sensitive that it drove him crazy. "Ohhhh" he moaned. "Oh shit. Charlie, you're killing me." I kept right on doing what I was doing. But like every time when I had a chance to get Tanner's prick in my mouth, I had something to prove to him. So, taking a deep breath, I swallowed it. Slowly pushing down and letting it slide in, I felt it press against my throat and then continue, forcing my throat to open to take him. I kept going until my nose and my lips were pressed tightly against his crotch. I swallowed three times knowing that the pressure of my throat against his prick would give him feelings of almost unbearable delight. Then I pulled back. Taking a deep breath, I did it again. And then again, and again. Yeah, four times, going all the way with my nose mashed into his crotch, holding it for a couple seconds, swallowing a couple times, and then retreating. "Oh, shit" Tanner moaned. "Charlie, Charlie, Charlie." He was fully hard now, all ten inches. I so much loved sucking him, giving him pleasure, and it was sheer joy to hear him moaning in elation from my ministrations. There was literally nothing on this earth that gave me more pleasure than knowing that I was putting my master into a state of ecstasy. God, I loved him, I loved doing this for him. "Ohhh, you're too much, Charlie" Tanner laughed as he finally pushed my head back off his cock. My grin must have been a mile wide as I looked up at him, seeing that look of elation on his face. "But I got to fuck you, baby. You greased up?" "Ahhh, no" I said. We'd only just come from school, so he knew I wasn't. "I'm ready to fuck" he said. "You've got twenty seconds." It took me two seconds to make sense of what he said, and then I jumped up and tore to the bathroom. Tanner generally used spit, not cream to fuck since it made for a tighter fit, but obviously today he couldn't wait. I grabbed my tube of cream, squeezed out a drop and rubbed it around my crack. Getting another drop, I pushed my finger in and rubbed the cream around quickly. I knew better than to use too much cream, because Tanner always wanted a tight fit and didn't want to slide in too easily. Not at first anyway. It was going to hurt like hell when he opened me up, but that was the best kind of hurt in the world. There is really nothing more exhilarating than experiencing pain while giving your lover pleasure. In fact, the more painful it was, the more thrilling it was, because Tanner would know that I was willing to sacrifice my all to show him my complete and total devotion. I ran back into the bedroom and got on my knees in front of him. I know it was less than twenty seconds. "Up" he said, and as I got to my feet, he grabbed me by the waist. "Spread your legs" he said. As I spread my legs, he pulled me into his lap, my knees going on either side of him. Very carefully, he lined his very hard dick up with my hole and slowly eased me down on it. The pain was there, but I didn't make a sound. Why? Because I loved it. I loved it, I loved it, I loved it. I've known Tanner for months now, and I've been madly in love with him the whole time, a devoted worshiper, and he'd only fucked me four times. Can you believe it? Only four times. Hell, I wanted it every day. So, yes, I loved what he was doing. I couldn't help but show some pain in my face, and Tanner could see it, but he wasn't hesitating. He knew how badly I wanted this, and he also knew I didn't care how badly it hurt as long as he was using me. I think he knew that taking his pleasure from me, being totally selfish and seemingly without a single thought for my own wellbeing, would give me an incredible sense of fulfillment and yes, even triumph. There was nothing better than him showing his power and control over me. Using me. Owning me. Then he moaned: "Jesus, you're tight." Right through the pain I felt a lightning bolt of excitement shoot through me: he was loving it. My Master, my lover, was relishing the taking of my ass. What can I say? I felt a warm glow of passion as he very slowly rammed his voluminous prick into my tight little hole. He kept going in one long smooth shot until he was in as far as he could go. At least eight inches jammed all the way up my butt. "Oh, fuck" he moaned as he held me there. "Oh, fuck" was all I could say. "Grab on" I heard him say so I put my arms around his neck. Reaching under my legs, he lifted them up to his shoulders and stood up with me doubled up against him, my feet sticking up in the air. Grabbing my ass with both hands and lifting me slightly, he pulled me almost off his prick and then slowly lowered me back down, this time sinking all ten inches into me. This still hurt but a whole lot less than the original penetration, but then he did it again. And again, and again, slowly but surely easing it up and down. He must have done it at least eight times, pulling out just a few inches and then back in, gradually opening me up and allowing his prick to slide easier. And it turned to pure pleasure. "Open your eyes, pup" he said. I hadn't even realized I had them tightly closed, but now I popped them open and looked into his face. "Jesus, you're a hot little thing" he chuckled. Looking into that handsome face with those beautiful green eyes: my Master holding me, my Master fucking me, my heart felt it would break and I began to tear up with my deep love for him. "Master, master. Thank you, master" I whispered. No pain now, but only pleasure but I almost wished it would come back, because any suffering I endured while giving Tanner pleasure was euphoric for me. And I know Tanner recognized and respected my willingness to suffer for him. The greatest satisfaction I could achieve was by Tanner using me and me being able to see the incredible look of exultation on his face. "Let go" he said, and I unclasped my hands from behind his neck, dropping them to his shoulders. Holding me by the waist, he lowered me slightly, putting me on a sixty-degree angle from him. Bending his knees slightly, he lifted me almost off his dick and then lowered me back down. He did this a couple times, very slowly, his dick sliding easily in and out of me now. "You're like a little doll, honey" he said with a laugh. "I gotta do this more often." And yes, I was like a little doll to him. He had me by over a hundred pounds since I only weighed about one hundred twenty or so and with all that muscle, I was no more than a toy for him to play with. And now he treated me like a toy, bouncing me up and down on his prick like I weighed no more than a feather. He'd go slow a couple times, and then lift me up and slam me down, slamming his hips up at the same time, really banging it in and getting a grunt out of me each time. After just a couple minutes he started walking around the room, keeping the fuck going. Every once in a while, he'd grab my shoulders and ram his dick into me three or four times as hard as he could, cramming every last centimeter of his bloated dick into my ass. "Yeah, yeah, yeah" he grunted as he banged into me, while I yelped uncontrollably 'ugh, ugh, ugh" with each thrust. I swear he must have walked a half a mile over the next twenty minutes. Yeah, twenty minutes. He didn't want it to stop. And seeing that look in his eyes, that look of exultation and total joy, I didn't want it to end either. I can't even describe how wonderful it felt, being carried about by a muscle man, being a true submissive to his strength, as well as the fabulous feeling of his prick up my butt. I was willing to hang there on his big whanger forever. He began to sweat after a bit and it began to drip off his chin, and I couldn't help but note that his magnificent arms and shoulders and pectorals glowed as if they were oiled. But finally, he went to the bed and put me down on it. Pushing my legs up and away, he started slamming into me, hard and fast. I kept looking at his face which now had a look of determination, totally focused on his prick. It only took thirty, maybe forty seconds and he let out a howl and let go. "Ohhhhh Shiiiiiiit" he yelled as he slammed into me one final time. ---------------- After our shower, I was cuddled up next to Tanner in the beanbag chair when the knock came on the door. Tanner had let me shower with him this time and we were now dressed in matching red bikinis. "In" Tanner shouted. Darrell came in first wearing just his bikini, followed by Sasha in white jockey shorts. Their hair was wet, so they must have just come from the shower. Both of them had big smiles on their faces. Sasha reached around Darrell, grabbed his shoulder and pulled him close. Darrell got a sheepish grin on his face. "You've got a beautiful boy here, Tanner" Sasha said as he squeezed Darrell's shoulder. "What do you want for him?" Tanner laughed. "You like that, huh? You like a hunky piece of ass?" "You bet. This boy is hot. Aren't you, baby?" Lifting his hand from Darrell's shoulder to his face, he pulled his head over against his shoulder and gave him a couple pats on the cheek. Again, Darrell got that sheepish grin on his face. "Maybe we can negotiate" Tanner said. "What have you got to offer?" "How about I have him carry your backpack around for a week" Sasha said with a laugh. We all laughed at that, even Darrell, because we all knew that he had been carrying Tanner's stuff for months now. "Sold" Tanner said with a laugh. "I haven't had an offer like that for weeks." Sasha still had his hand on Darrell's cheek, and now pulled his head around and gave him a kiss. "Is this okay with you, baby?" he asked, looking into his eyes. Darrell looked him in the eye, and then looked over at me. "Charlie" Tanner said, noticing the look on Darrell's face. "You and Darrell. You okay with this?" Suddenly I was the center of attention because Tanner knew that Darrell and I had a thing going. We were both members of Tanner's 'harem' but we had a relationship on the side. Darrell looked at me and I looked at him. He nodded slightly, and I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah, of course" I said. Darrell smiled at me. "I like Darrell" I said, "but I don't have a hold on him." "And you, baby?" Sasha asked as he reached up and tussled Darrell's hair. "You wanna belong to me?" "Yes, sir" Darrell answered softly. Wow! I don't know what Sasha had done with him over the last couple hours, but he sure had taken control. Obviously, their relationship was already well established, and Darrell had a new Master. "Good boy" Sasha said as he gave him another kiss. As I've said many times, Darrell is a wrestler, a hunk. He ain't no pussy. But Sasha had conquered him in one afternoon, basically in barely two hours. I began to wonder if Sasha had some supernatural magnetism just like Tanner. ------------- Now, I gotta tell you this. Yeah, I know it's second hand, but I know it's true. I still talk to Darrell on the phone even though he belongs to Sasha now. After they left us, Sasha took Darrell home and fucked him all night. I saw Darrell the next day and he had a hickey on his neck, and he was carrying a pillow to set on. Honest to God, he was carrying a pillow. He told everybody he had fallen off his skateboard and landed on his butt. I don't know how he explained the hickey. But here's the story I want to tell you. I didn't see this because I wasn't there, but I heard all about it from Darrell. As usual I was sitting in the corner of the lunchroom with Tanner. We had half a dozen guys with us today including the two twinks, the freshmen. I thought Darrell was going to join us, but he didn't show up and neither did his buddy Larry. I mention that because even though they were both members of Tanner's 'harem' they were close friends and were together all the time. As I said, Darrell told me he stayed all night with Sasha, but he had to go home in the morning to change and get ready for school. Sasha went with him, and since Darrell and Larry lived next door to each other and always walked to school together, Sasha met Larry. Darrell told me that Sasha was instantly attracted to Larry, and Larry went simply goo-goo eyes for Sasha. Instant attraction on both sides. And leave it to Sasha, rather than shake hands, he pulled Larry into a hug and a kiss, lifting him off his feet, and just that quick grabbing his ass and taking total control. Larry was absolutely enthralled; you might call it instant seduction. And Darrell, being the sweet guy that he is, he wasn't jealous since this was his best friend. I didn't know this at the time, but as I said, they were missing during lunch. Now, I've told you about the south bleachers; Tanner and I and some of the others have been out there sometimes during lunch. We had to break the rules to do it because it is off limits during lunch, but it is very private. Anyway, Sasha couldn't wait to get into Larry's pants, and once Darrell told him about the south bleachers, he insisted they go there for lunch. So, Larry got one royal fucking during lunch, and since Sasha is an incredible top man, Darrell said Larry loved it. Darrell said Sasha let him participate a little with some licking here and there during the fuck. Evidently Sasha loves getting his pits licked. Again, I didn't know any of this until later, so I was really surprised after school. Darrell always meets us after school to get Tanner's backpack, but today Sasha and Darrell and Larry all showed up. "May I talk to you alone, Tanner?" Sasha asked. Darrell and Larry didn't say anything. So, we walked outside the building and Tanner and Sasha stepped aside and started talking. "What's going on?" I asked. Darrell got a big smile on his face. "You're not going to believe it" he said. "Believe what? Come on, tell me." "Give me a minute, Larry" Darrell said, and he took my arm and pulled me away. That's when he told me the whole story I just related to you. "Larry and I are both falling for him" he said. "Jesus. he must be a .... a .... a god, with animal magnetism, just like Tanner" I said. "He is, Charlie. He is. You wouldn't believe it. He's so dominant and demanding, but also sensitive and loving, just like Tanner. He even fucks like Tanner." Jesus, I knew this guy had to be really, really special, seeing the way he had captivated both Darrell and Larry. For god's sake, he'd only been at our school for 24 hours! He's obviously some kind of a genius or maybe a magician, able to hypnotize and control guys. His personality is obviously irresistible. "Okay, see you later guys" Tanner said as we got back together. He handed me his backpack as Sasha and Darrell and Larry headed off. Sasha was in the middle with his arms around them, while Larry was carrying his backpack. "So?" I said as we headed towards my house. Tanner didn't say a word for five minutes or so. "I been thinking" he finally said. He didn't say more, so I just waited. "I been thinking about this 'harem' of mine." I just waited while he got his thoughts in order. And, I have to say, I was proud of myself for being patient because my big mouth always gets me into trouble. I waited for him to go on. "Even before Sasha" he said, "I was thinking of making some changes. I don't need all these guys kissing up to me all the time." "But .... but ...., they all ...., we all love you" I said. I wasn't choking up yet, but you can bet I was nervous. What was he thinking? Was he going to dump us? "You know what I really like, don't you?" he asked. "Ahhh, well, ahhh ...." I mumbled. "New stuff" he said. "Showing my strength and power by taking down and working over a new guy and then fucking him, somebody inexperienced, maybe even virgin. That is fantastic, and you know I've always liked that." "Yes, but ...." I said. "A new guy doesn't love you. He won't ...., he won't give you the attention and devotion you get from us." "Yeah, I know, but it's fresh. And overpowering and dominating a guy who is not sure whether he's into it or not gives me one hell of a charge." Tanner laughed. "Yeah, taking control of a guy and holding him down, I love watching his face while I'm plugging him. That is fuckin out of this world." "Tanner" I said in shock, beginning to tear up. "You can't mean that ...." "Hey, baby" Tanner laughed as he reached over and grabbed my ass. "You're still my favorite fuck. Don't you worry yourself none. I'm still going to be plugging that ass of yours." I loved hearing him say I was his favorite; he'd never used that word before. All these muscle hunks he had at his beck and call, and he liked skinny little me better. I loved it. That gave me instant relief, but I still didn't like where the discussion was going. What about the 'harem'? "What? .... What are you going to do?" I asked. "I just gave Darrell and Larry to Sasha. He wants it and they're okay with it, and I'm going to get a blowjob out of it." "Sasha?" "Yeah" he chuckled. "He says he's never done it before, if you want to believe that. So, he's probably not any good, but it'll be fun watching him do it." By now we had arrived home, to his house. His mom was still in some institution, so he had the big four-bedroom house to himself. He also still had some of his stuff at my house in the bedroom next to mine. So, we had plenty of places to hang out, sometimes at his house and sometimes at mine. But for now, we went to his bedroom at his house. "So, what are you saying?" I asked. "What are you planning?" "Don't know yet" he said. "But don't you worry. I'll always need a regular piece of ass," he chuckled and gave me a swat on my butt. "Something available and dependable, a really great fuck. But I also would have a little play time on the side." My heart was beating fast, and I was nervous, but at least he had included me. It sounded like he was thinking of dumping the 'harem', keeping me as a regular fuck, while introducing an occasional virgin to the joy of domination sex. I suppose I could live with that as long as I still lived with him and was his number one As far as him taking down and fucking an occasional virgin, he's my master and I'm his servant, so I understand that his needs are different from mine. So, of course, I would never consider objecting to his having an occasional romp in the park. Anyway, it certainly sounded like Tanner was going to be making some major changes. ------------------ After we arrived in his bedroom, and I stripped him down to his bikini he grabbed me. Evidently this talk of Sasha and Darrell and Larry and his thinking of the blowjob he was going to get, had got him all hotted up, because before I had a chance to take my own clothes off, he ripped them off, throwing them all over the room. Wow! Yeah! He ripped them off. This was true Tanner, the Tanner I loved, self-centered and arrogant, so hot that he was virtually out of control, being almost sadistic in his search for his personal sexual satisfaction. Seemingly with little thought or regard for me at all, me being merely the receptacle for his exhilarating carnal gratification, he was rougher than he had ever been before. Overall, it was like I was being raped and I loved it. I had never seen him this rough and I was thrilled and excited, because for the next hour and a half, he tossed me around like a rag doll, fucking the absolute hell out of me; on the floor, on the bed, on a table top, constantly carrying me from here to there. Using his enormous prick as a weapon to enhance and intensify his own salacious exhilaration. I ended up with some bruises here and there and a sore butt and a sore throat, but also one gigantic grin on my face. This was two days in a row that I had had Tanner all to myself, and I was in heaven. I began to think that the changes he was talking about might not be a bad thing. Without all the guys in the 'harem' Tanner should have more time for me. Even if I had to share him with strangers there wouldn't be ten other guys competing for his attention. And I'll tell you this, he just had two fantastic fucks and I know he loved them as much as I did, so I feel sure there's no chance of him dumping me anytime soon. Comments appreciated [email protected]

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Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2023 18:55:45 +0000 From: Duane Colwell <[email protected]> Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter Fifteen This story contains body worship and rough sex between consenting gay men. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. Please be sure to support Nifty.Org. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Fifteen So, I gave Tanner one of the best blowjobs he'd ever had, every bit as good or even better than Mr. Carson's. And he loved it. And so did I. You know how fixated I am on Tanner, and how much I worship him; I was thrilled that he was thrilled. I'd proved myself. I could take that monster ten-inch dick of his and have him scaling new heights of pleasure that he'd never experienced before. Almost never before anyway. And Drew had been watching. Tanner's number one boy from Crystal City was watching me, Tanner's number one boy here in Falls Creek, and he was impressed. Yeah, he was impressed, and I'll bet he's jealous as hell. My bet is that he never gave Tanner a blowjob as good as this one. "You've graduated with honors, Charlie" Tanner said with a laugh as he broke the kiss. "That was a blowjob for the record book. Hey, Drew?" "Yeah, Tanner" Drew said. "You've got a hot one here." I think I mentioned before that my shower is big enough for three. Maybe a bit crowded, but workable. I'd scrubbed Tanner dozens of times, and I'm sure Drew had as well, but now both of us got at it. Tanner just stood there like a Greek statue while we lovingly washed the remains of the oil off his body. I thought Drew would make a big deal about it and try to compete with me, but he didn't. He just worked with me as we each got a washcloth and soaped him up. He even kissed me once when we were down on our knees washing Tanner's legs. We each grabbed a towel when we were finished and lovingly dried him off. Yeah, lovingly. Or maybe worshipfully. This was how a god is to be treated, and we both knew Tanner was a god. As we finished drying ourselves, Tanner reached down and put his arm under Drew's butt and lifted him up on that one arm. On his arm for god's sake. Drew had to grab on to him to keep from falling over, but Tanner lifted him up like a feather and carried him into the bedroom on his arm. Like holding a baby, an amazing show of possession and of strength. Drew was absolutely beaming with pleasure, his beautiful face looking .... well .... beautiful. Tanner tossed him on the bed. Drew bounced on the mattress and giggled while Tanner chuckled aloud. Was I jealous? Of course, I was. They obviously had a special relationship between them. Tanner reached down and grabbed on to his dick, which was mostly soft and dangling down. "You want to show Charlie what you can do?" he asked. "Oh, shit. Can I?" Drew said as he sat up. "Really, can I?" He was obviously excited. "You're here aren't you?" Tanner said. "You're not supposed to be, but you are. Might as well take advantage of it." Tanner climbed onto the bed, lying on his back as Drew got out of the way. "Thank you, Tanner" he said. "Thank you for not being mad. Thank you for letting me do this." "Show me your stuff" Tanner said as he put his hands behind his head. "Show Charlie how talented you are." I sat in the chair Drew had been sitting in, right next to the bed, and boy, did I get a show. Over the next 45 minutes Drew put on a production that was no less than mind boggling. He started by putting his hands behind his back, of course, like any submissive would do, and then got busy with his tongue. We'd already given Tanner a tongue bath when we licked off the oil, so he didn't dwell on the tonguing. However, he is obviously a bicep queen, because he just couldn't get enough of Tanner's arms. He licked and sucked and chewed on those big bulging mounds of muscle, getting them wet with his spit and then rubbed his nose and face against them to wipe them off. He did this repeatedly, moaning in ecstasy every time he rubbed his face against the big hunks of muscle. Tanner helped him out by flexing them while he was going at it, and he had the biggest grin on his face I think I'd ever seen as he watched and enjoyed the worship. "Hey, babe. You're going to wear them out" Tanner said with a laugh after ten minutes or so. "Tanner" Drew whispered, so softly that I could barely hear him. "You've got the most beautiful biceps in the world. I love them. (kiss). I love them (kiss). I love them (kiss). As you can imagine, when he finally pulled back Drew's face and hair as well as Tanner's biceps were slick with saliva. Drew really knew how to worship. Giving Tanner a quick kiss on the chin, he slowly kissed his way down his body. First his neck and then upper chest, and then the big slabs of pectoral muscle. Kissing every inch of them, with special attention to his nipples, he moved on down to the ridged abs. He finally got down between Tanner's legs, so he could look up at him and slobber over his balls at the same time. Believe it or not, Tanner was fully soft, but I knew he wouldn't stay that way very long since Drew had started his crotch action. Drew used lots of saliva in his worshiping, and within seconds Tanner's balls were slick with spit. And just as he had done with the biceps, he rubbed his nose and his face against them. I found that so erotic, him rubbing his face against Tanner's body after getting it wet with his spit. I was going to remember that for my own worshiping. Drew's hands never wavered from behind his back. You would have thought they were cuffed back there, but that was just being a true submissive. Then his tongue landed on Tanner's dick. Tanner had begun to grow with the ball action Drew was giving him, so he was about half hard now. There was no doubt Drew's tongue action was going to rectify that situation right away. All he did for now was lick and kiss the growing prick. He'd kiss from the base to the tip and back, and then he'd lick from the base to the tip and back. He did this over and over. And then he went with the face action again. As he licked and kissed the big schlong, getting it wet, he'd rub his face up and down against it and he'd push it back and forth with his nose. I just thought that was fuckin erotic too, and the ultimate in submissiveness. Kissing your master's cock, rubbing your face against it, and pushing it around with your nose. Jesus. I was sitting there in the nude, only about three feet away, and you know I was hard. I was groping my dick with my right hand but trying to avoid pulling at it. Then Drew spit. Yeah, he spit on Tanner's dick, gave it a lick and then spit again. He did that a half dozen times, spitting and licking. But then I realized he wasn't licking the spit off but was pushing it around getting that dick evenly coated with his saliva. Then he sat up, getting on top of Tanner and sitting on his dick, allowing it to fit into his ass crack. He looked into Tanners eyes as he started sliding his butt back and forth, giving Tanner what might be called a hand job without using the hand. Using the friction of his ass crack to stimulate Tanner's prick. That was fucking cool, and I was going to remember that, so I could do it myself. Then he stopped. Staring into Tanners eyes he raised up, reached underneath to align Tanner's dick, and started to ease back down. He groaned, and Tanner groaned as well. Drew was taking him dry. Well, maybe not completely dry, since he'd drenched the dick with saliva first. But even so .... Some of it must have rubbed off while he was sitting on it. He hadn't prepared his ass at all. He groaned again as he lowered his butt onto the humongous dick. I looked at his face and I knew it was hurting, but he didn't stop. He eased on down as his butt opened up and accepted Tanner's big schlong. How could he do that? Drew was beginning to sweat as he slowed his downward movement. Oh yeah, he was hurting. It doesn't matter how ready you are and how focused you are, taking a ten-inch hunk of meat like Tanner's was never going to go easy. Tanner had this great big smile on his face as he watched the pain showing in Drew's face. He was loving it. Of course he was. This was Tanner, the Bully, and as we all know he enjoyed a little suffering, and he probably liked this even better since Drew was doing it to himself. As Drew hesitated, panting loudly trying to ease the pain, Tanner reached up and rubbed his hand over his face. It was already covered with his spit, so Tanner just smeared it around. Then Drew scrunched his face up. Yeah, he did. He knew what was coming and so did I. Tanner slapped him. Yeah, Tanner slapped him, knocking his head to the side. Then he let him have it on the other cheek with the other hand. I was shocked. Well, not really since I knew it was coming, but those were not gentle slaps. Then, not surprisingly since Drew was a true submissive, he spoke. "Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir," he mumbled as his whole body shuttered in passion. He loved it. Yes, he loved it. He was not only giving his all, driving Tanner's humungous prick into his ass which had to be the ultimate of servitude, but he expected to be abused and even wanted to be abused while he did it. He knew he would be roughed up and he loved it. "Did that hurt?" Tanner asked. "Yes, sir" Drew answered. "Good" Tanner said. "I told you not to come here, didn't I?" "Yes, sir, Tanner, sir. But ...." "But you did it anyway." Tanner reached up and grabbed Drew's chin, giving his head a shake. "You did it anyway." "I'm sorry, Tanner, sir" he replied. "I just couldn't ...." "If you're going to fuck my dick, get at it" Tanner snapped. "Stop screwing around and get at it." Drew was still only halfway down, with only five inches or so of hard dick up his butt. Now, taking a deep breath, he started forcing his ass on down, making his hole open even more to take that enormous piece of meat. He knew he had something to prove now, since Tanner was annoyed with him. No namby-pamby job now, but one hell of a fuck, good enough to make up for his disobedience. I knew from the beginning that he shouldn't have tried to take it almost dry, and he was obviously realizing it now as well because he was really struggling. The pain was almost too much. But then Tanner solved the problem for him. He reached up and grabbed his shoulders and jammed him forcibly done on his dick. Wham, all in one shot. Drew screamed; he really screamed. "Yeeeaaaoooh." Than he started panting like crazy, and moaning and groaning. But he also screamed: "THANK YOU, SIR". Yeah, he screamed that, loudly. Spoken (screamed) like a true submissive. "Get busy," Tanner snapped at him. And that was true Tanner. He didn't give a damn how much it was hurting Drew, he just wanted a show of total submissiveness, no matter what, particularly since Drew had pissed him off. Since Drew had fucked up, he owed him, and it was pay up time and Tanner wanted nothing less than a show of complete obsequiousness. Drew had no choice. Regardless of the pain, he raised himself up and slammed himself back down. He screamed. "Yeeaaooh." And then he did it again, slamming himself down and screaming as he did it. "Yeeaaooh." and then he yelled: "I love you, Tanner. I love you, sir." And that got a reaction form Tanner. He smiled. Drew was punishing himself. And through that punishment. I believe he was begging for forgiveness from Tanner, and of course, Tanner was enjoying it. "That's it, baby" he said. "Screw that hot ass of yours. Give my dick a ride." And Drew got going, starting slowly, but raising his butt up and down smoothly, allowing the hot post to slide in and out. I suppose it was beginning to get slicked up by now, and maybe was beginning to go easier. But can pain be pleasurable? How and when can pain and pleasure be one and the same? The truth is, pain can be pleasure when you are giving it to someone, doing it for someone, hurting yourself deliberately and doing it willingly to prove to that someone your total devotion and adoration. Tanner expected his submissives to deal with a certain amount of pain and accepted it as his due. They showed their true devotion to him by accepting and delighting in it. This was Tanner's world. Accepting his due as a god among men, anyone he allowed into his circle accepted this as the price of admission. Drew was really bouncing now, his dick flopping up and down with each movement. While the pain was intense, he had had his eyes closed, but now, since it must have eased up, he opened them and looked into Tanner's smiling face. Yeah, Tanner was smiling now. He was enjoying it. But enjoying it or not, Tanner had to get involved. He raised his hand and rubbed it over Drew's face and then stuck a couple fingers into his mouth. Drew duly started sucking on them while he kept his fucking motion going. Then Tanner slapped him again, not as hard as the last time but still a pretty good smack. (wack)) Yeah, Tanner hit him. Tanner simply couldn't accept fucking a guy without extra stimulation. And that was what it was in his mind: stimulation. He wasn't being mean; he was just being Tanner. He was a vain, egocentric maniac, but he was also absolute perfection in a human being, and he knew it, and he made damn sure his worshipers knew it too. His worshipers had to accept that the honor of serving him required 110% effort and his slaps were simply a reminder of that requirement, and a constant reminder of what an honor it really was to serve him. And here's the kicker. We all accepted that he was a god among men. We accepted that he had every right to be totally vain and conceited. That's why we all loved him, and that's why we expected and accepted and appreciated his maltreatment. Drew was panting up a storm with the effort of bouncing up and down on Tanner's dick, but he responded to Tanner's slap. "Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir," he said. See? I told you. He loved to be slapped around. And now, can you fuckin believe it? The doorbell rang. Three voices, mine and Tanner's and Drew's, all spoke at the same time: 'Oh Fuck'. Tanner grabbed Drew's waist, stopping the fuck. "Just hold it there, baby. Keep me in there and keep me hard but go slow. Let's see what we've got. Charlie. Go find out." I of course had a roaring hard-on. After all, I hadn't even cum yet. Yeah, I'd given the blowjob of the century, but I hadn't cum myself. I had no idea where I'd left my underwear, so I said fuck it. If it was the Jehovah's Witnesses at the door they were going to see what a sixteen-year-old with a boner looked like. I headed downstairs. The first guy standing there I didn't know, he was some old guy, but standing behind him was Rasheed. As you can imagine, they both took note of my nakedness, and my six-inch post sticking out with pre-cum on the tip. Almost six inches. "Rasheed, what's going on? And who's this guy?" "I don't know who this fucker is. He ain't with me, but Tanner owes me, and I'm here to collect" Rasheed said. "This is not a good time ...." I started to say, but Rasheed laughingly interrupted. "Yeah, I can see that" he said. Then I looked at the old guy with a questioning look. "I'm Allen Strump" he said, "and I'm pretty sure Drew is here with Tanner." As you can imagine, that floored me. So, I followed them upstairs. I mean, Mr. Strump was a lot bigger than me, and Rasheed was at least three times my size and he could have crushed me with one finger. Was I going tell them no and make them go away? Not likely. Tanner was lying on the bed, his hands behind his head, that big smile still on his face, while Drew was soaking wet. He'd gotten his face and hair wet while worshiping, but now he was dripping with sweat from his exertions on Tanner's dick. He wasn't bouncing now, but seemed to be moving his butt around, grinding it into Tanner's crotch. "Well, well" Tanner said calmly. "What have we here?" Calmly! I don't know how he could remain calm with his dick up Drew's ass. Mr. Strump looked shocked, but Drew didn't. In fact, Drew gave him a grin and a wink. "Mr. Strump. Welcome" he laughed. Rasheed looked .... Well, he looked: I don't know: surprised? turned on? Yeah, I think he was turned on. I know Rasheed's wild for Tanner, and I had to wonder if he wanted to be in Drew's place. I told you how spectacularly beautiful Drew was, so maybe Rasheed wanted to be in Tanner's place with his dick up Drew's ass. "As you can see, I'm busy" Tanner chuckled. "What do you guys want?" I knew what they wanted. Just like everybody else in the world, they wanted a piece of Tanner. "Tanner, listen ...." Mr. Strump and Rasheed both said almost at the same time. "Shut up and watch" Tanner snapped at them. "Enjoy the show. Drew is outdoing himself." And my fuckin cell phone rang. Yeah, believe it or not. Talk about timing. I went over to the desk to answer it. "Charlie, this is Darrell" the voice said. "I'm on my way over. You and me and Tanner gotta have a talk." "Darrell, no" I said softly. "Not now. You can't ...." This really sucked. Darrell and me? He wanted to confront Tanner? No fuckin way! I loved Darrell, at least I think I did. But I loved Tanner one hell of a lot more. Admittedly, I only had a piece of Tanner because I had to share him with all his many admirers, but that was enough for me. And besides, I was still his number one boy. "I'll be there in ten minutes" he said and hung up. Fuck! As I turned back, I saw Mr. Strump and Rasheed sitting on the floor Indian style, evidently Tanner had ordered them there. And Drew was fucking up a storm, vigorously bouncing up and down, cramming that big schlong in and out of his butt. And Tanner was getting hot. With each of Drew's downward thrusts, Tanner was now meeting him with an upward thrust of his hips. "Oooooh, yeeeaaaah" he yelled, and then once more: "Oooooh, yeeeaaaah" slamming up one last time, actually lifting Drew up off of the bed, and let loose. "Shit, shit, shit" he yelled as he fired into Drew's ass. And not surprisingly, with all the stimulation, Drew started to ejaculate as well. And did he ever. His first shot hit Tanner right between the eyes, and his second shot landed in the same spot, right between the eyes. Even in the middle of his ejaculation Tanner started laughing, so we all joined in. --------------------- I headed downstairs to meet Darrell at the door. I still hadn't found my underwear, so I was naked and sweaty with a hardon. "Jesus Christ" Darrell said when I opened the door and he saw me nude with my dripping prick. I mean, I'd come so close to cumming while watching Drew and Tanner, so not only was my dick hard, but my face was flushed as well. "I should have known you'd be in the middle of it" he said with a chuckle. "Listen, Darrell" I said as he pushed me back, forcing his way into the hall. "Tanners got a crowd upstairs." "He doesn't need you then does he?" he said as he grabbed hold of my dick. That really startled me, but then, using my dick as a handle he pulled me from the hallway into the living room and pushed me down on the sofa. "What are you doing?" I asked, completely amazed. "Darrell, what ....?" "I'm sucking you off, that's what" he said as he got down on his knees in front of me, leaned in, and took my dick in his mouth. "Darrell" I yelled, completely shocked. "Stop." I knew Darrell would suck Tanner's cock, hell, I'd seen it. And besides, everybody sucked Tanner's cock. But Darrell was a hunk. Not only a muscled wrestler hunk, but very popular at school as well. Hunks like him would never suck the cock of a skinny nobody like me. Hunks simply don't suck wimps; I think that's some kind of rule. That's just not the way it works. "Darrell, please" I said. "Don't do this." "Shut the fuck up" he said as he raised his head momentarily and looked up at me. "I'm busy." He went back to his sucking. And you can guess what happened. I mean, I'd just given Tanner the blowjob of the century and seen Drew give him an unbelievable fuck, so my dick was as hard as ...., as ...., as any dick could possibly be. I'd been desperately trying to keep from coming for over an hour, so Darrell gave the shortest blowjob of the year, about 40 seconds. I mean, already being sexed up and now being sucked by a hunk. Jesus Christ, there was no way I could hold back. And man, oh man, did I cum. I think those first couple shots would have hit the ceiling if they hadn't been going into Darrell's mouth. But Darrell gobbled up every bit and licked my dick off when he was done. When he was done, Darrell got up and sat next to me on the sofa and pulled me onto his lap. Grabbing my head, he gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Darrell, what are you doing?" I asked when I finally got my breath back. "This .... this ...." I didn't know what to say. "This is me, Charlie. Skinny Charlie, the wimp." "You shouldn't put yourself down all the time, Charlie" he said. "You're a great guy and everybody knows it." "Everybody?" I asked, and actually laughed at how ridiculous that was. "Yes, everybody" Darrell said. "Everybody that's lucky enough to know you." "Darrell, you know that's not true." "Hell, you're an absolute cunt magnet, Charlie. I used to envy you always being surrounded by the prettiest girls in school." Well, I did know that that was kind of true. My pretty face did tend to attract the female race. "Used to? You used to envy me?" "Hell, those girls gonna envy me now, because I've had you" he said with a big smile, and he gave me another kiss. "Darrell, be sensible" I said. "We both belong to Tanner. You know that." "Hell, yes I know that, and that's great. But why can't we have each other as well? Why not? I want Tanner to screw me, and I'll gladly watch him screw you too, but is that exclusive? I like you Charlie, and I want to be able to do stuff with you." I didn't know what to think. I liked Darrell. I liked him a lot. And now that he'd given me a blowjob; willingly given me a blowjob, I liked him a whole lot more. What's not to like? "I don't think Tanner would like this Darrell" I said, looking into his eyes. "We won't know until we ask, will we?" he said as he pulled my head into a long, long kiss. A very long kiss. After a good ten minutes, or maybe even more, he stood up, lifting me into his arms. Then he carried me upstairs. I told you he was a hunk. When we got into my bedroom, I saw that Mr. Strump and Drew were not there. They must have left while Darrell and I were in the living room. I'd have to find out from Tanner what happened. Rasheed was standing in the middle of the room in what I suppose was a posing strap, but not like any I'd ever seen. It was simply a black pouch for the privates with little more than a thread going around his waist to hold it up. This would have been a little too promiscuous for an actual contest. And Tanner was standing in front of him rubbing oil on those glorious muscles of his. Rasheed's physique is almost impossible to describe since he is so perfect. Absolute perfection. Being contest ready meant perfect musculature and perfect definition. Nothing less than astonishing, and along with his very handsome face he was a perfect Adonis, or more likely a Hercules since he was so big. Tanner was oiling him up, evidently with the 'sensual lavender' this time since it wasn't vanilla. With his natural brown color, Rasheed simply leaves you breathless when his muscles begin to glisten. That's why in the contests the white guys always must oil themselves up with dark, dark color, since there is nothing more beautiful than a dark brown muscleman. A naturally dark brown muscleman like Rasheed had the color to begin with, but the oil brought out the definition and the beauty of his amazing physique. Darrell put me down on my feet, but Tanner ignored us completely. "Jesus, Rasheed. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus" Tanner murmured, almost worshipfully, as he rubbed the oil over Rasheed's incredible pectoral muscles. Rasheed of course, was beaming. I mean, it must be heavenly to be admired by someone like Tanner, a perfect specimen in his own right. Tanner finally glanced over at us and saw that Darrell had put his arm around me. I liked it, but I was worried about what Tanner would think. "Tanner, please ..." I started to say. "So, my boys want to play?" he said, turning to us. Darrell spoke up. "Tanner, you're still my Master. Okay? Is that okay? But Charlie and me; we like each other." "Get over here and help me" Tanner responded. "Get his legs." He handed me the bottle of oil. I took that as a yes, and I'm sure Darrell did too. It was okay with Tanner. We were still his boys, but it seemed to be okay to have each other as well. I poured some of the oil into Darrell's hand and we both got down and started oiling up Rasheed's legs. As we finished and leaned back, Tanner was still working Rasheed's pecs and abs. They were already oiled but he couldn't stop going over and over them. "Jesus, Rasheed" he said. "I just want to eat you up." He leaned forward and gave Rasheed's left pec a kiss and then a lick. "Jesus, you're beautiful." I had never seen Tanner quite like this. He was just swooning over Rasheed's muscles. Of course, as a muscle man himself, he knew what it took to achieve this look, and he knew how to admire sheer perfection. "So, you got something to say, baby?" Tanner asked. Rasheed was grinning up a storm from being admired. You think there wasn't an enormous bulge in that string thing he was wearing? He was having the time of his life. "Okay, Tanner, I know" he said. "I won, and you won." "Yeah, that's my baby" Tanner said with a big grin as he reached up and gave Rasheed a couple friendly slaps to the cheek. "You won, but I won big." He and Rasheed both laughed. "I'm ready" Rasheed said. "You know I'm ready." "And it's my choice." "Of course. That was the deal." "Into the bathroom" Tanner said. "Okay if the boys watch?" "Charlie's okay" he said. "And, well, I guess Darrell too." I didn't know what was going on, and I knew Darrell had no idea. But I had a guess. This had to have something to do with the bodybuilding contest that Rasheed had won last week, and somehow there was some kind of pay up. I was still on my knees at Rasheed's legs, as Tanner rubbed his hand through my hair. "Rasheed and I had a deal, Charlie" he said. "If he worked with me and followed my direction and won the contest, he owed me. And now he's paying up." "The pay up?" I asked. "Whatever I want" he chuckled. "And this is what I want. First, I get to rub my hands over those glorious muscles of his while oiling him up. Then I'm going to piss on every inch of those glorious muscles of his, and finally I'm going to scrub that oil and piss off of those glorious muscles of his. That was the deal." "You're going to piss on him?" I asked in amazement. "Can you even imagine how hot it's going to be to piss on these magnificent muscles of Rasheed's? And I ain't the only one that's hot." He reached over and grabbed Rasheed's pouch and pulled it down, allowing Rasheed's very hard prick to pop up and bang against his belly. Rasheed laughed. "You son-of-a-bitch. You caught me." Tanner pulled the string pouch down and Rasheed stepped out of it. "Let's go. I can't wait" Tanner said as he gave him a slap on his now bare ass. Darrell hadn't said a word but just watched in amazement. But now, we both got up and followed them into the bathroom. This I wanted to see. Rasheed got into my shower and sat down facing the door. God, he looked magnificent. His dark skin glistening brilliantly with oil. Tanner stood at the shower door, but I could see that his prick was like a steel post sticking up. How in the hell was he going to piss? But where there's a will, there's a way. He grabbed the hard rod and, with some difficulty, bent it down and just held it for a moment. It took a few seconds before he got a dribble going, but then, gradually, it became a stream. Then he stepped into the shower and aimed his fusillade toward Rasheed. "Jerk off" he said to Rasheed. "Come-on man, jerk off. That's part of the deal." As Tanner's piss stream reached him, Rasheed grabbed his very hard prick and started working it. Tanner took aim at Rasheed's crotch and soaked both it and Rasheed's hand for the longest time. Then he gradually moved the stream over Rasheed's body, trying to cover every inch, from chest to toe. "Come-on man, jerk it" Tanner said. "I can't go on forever." "This is so fuckin hot" Rasheed said showing a big grin. "Hot, hot, or just hot?" Tanner chuckled. "Yeah," Rasheed answered. "It's fuckin hot and it's really hot." Tanner's piss finally turned to a dribble but by then Rasheed had started panting; he was getting close. "Shit, man. I gotta cum" Tanner said as his flow of piss stopped completely. He grabbed onto his dick and started jerking it like mad. Rasheed came first, but Tanner wasn't far behind as they both fired big loads of juice. Yeah, big loads, and that was Tanner's third one in like an hour. Darrell and I were in awe as the two muscle men, those two perfect physical specimens of male humanity spurted they're cum into the shower. Tanner got down on his knees in the shower and grabbed Rasheed's head in both hands and started licking, evidently licking off some of the drops of piss which had splashed there. Then he went for a kiss. Rasheed put his arms around him, pulling him in close, and returned the kiss with a vengeance. "You boys go play" Tanner said to Darrell and me, dismissing us as he and Rasheed stood up in the shower. He closed the door and turned on the water. I knew exactly what to do, and it sounded to me like we'd just been given permission. I led Darrell by the hand over to the beanbag chair and pushed him down into it. Without a word, I opened his pants, pulled his dick out, and took it in my mouth. Jesus, Darrell had a wonderful dick. The most suckable dick on the planet. I got busy. I was really going to enjoy this. ------------------ Hey, do you remember my mom? The women that we never see; the women that I barely ever see? Well, she's still around and she still has the hots for Mr. Tanner. Oh! Wait. Wait a minute. You're gonna want to know what happened to Drew and Mr. Strump. I almost forgot. I found out later that Tanner simply threw them out. He got what he wanted from Drew, a hot fuck, and then just tossed him out. And Mr. Strump was just old news, of no interest whatsoever. They weren't supposed to be there anyway. I was licking his body on the day he was telling me this. "I've got more than enough new stuff here in Falls Creek" he said "without falling back on Crystal City. Besides, my collection here is better than what I ever had back there." When he said this to me, I was busy licking his chest. But when he said it, he grabbed my head and gave me a great big kiss, which gave me goosebumps. I thought Drew was the most beautiful boy I had even seen, but evidently Tanner thought I was even more beautiful. Wow! So now, my mom. More about licking Tanner's muscles later. "You can't marry him" I said. "He's already married, and he's cheating on his wife." "I don't want to marry him" she said. "I don't need to marry him. Once was enough. Married to your father was more than enough." "So, you're going to continue playing games with him, sneaking across the street, is that it? What are the neighbors going to think?" I asked sarcastically. Sarcastically yes, because I didn't give a shit what the neighbors thought and neither did she. "We're going to work something out." "Oh, yeah? You're going to work something out? What in the hell would that be?" "Your father's moving back here, Charles." There was a long pause before I could even speak. "No fucking way" I said, completely shocked. "Yes, he is" she said. "He's got his old job back and you're still underage, so you need a guardian." "Don't be stupid" I snapped. "You know I can't stand him anymore that you can. And what about you?" "I'm moving" she said simply. "Tom has an opportunity in Toronto and I'm going with him." "You can't be serious, mom" I said, really shocked now. "This is crazy. Besides, Mr. Tanner is a creep. Tanner, er, Daryl can't stand him." "We're in love, Charlie, and that's what matters." So, here's the crazy mixed up deal. Mr. Tanner was moving out leaving his son and wife behind, and my mom was leaving me behind. 'Your father understands there are issues between you and him, so he's willing to work with you. He says as long as you stay out of trouble, he'll give you free reign to do whatever you want.' What a crazy mixed-up world this is. But at least, they weren't going to try to separate Tanner and me. And, also, Tanner would not be moving in with Mr. Carson. He'd still be across the street. ------------------------ Now, before going on I need to make an observation. I'm trying to understand Tanner, and you probably are too. Tanner likes very attractive muscle guys. That's his specialty: really hot hunks. I know this because he's told me it repeatedly, and I'd seen it for myself. But what about Drew, and what about me? Yeah, we've both got gorgeous faces, but we are both little guys, skinny guys. Drew was Tanner's best bud in Crystal City and me, Charlie, I'm his best bud here in Falls Creek. What's the deal? It's obvious that Tanner likes to show his strength and power, dominating those around him. But as far as I can figure it, Tanner likes a pretty-little guy like me and Drew hanging around to play with. Yeah, little playthings. Someone he can literally toss around and play with as his special toy-boys. But for serious fucking, he wants to show his superiority with no-nonsense domination, overpowering and controlling hunky muscle guys. He doesn't have to prove anything to a little guy like me, so long as I'm sufficiently differential and servile, he can just treat me like a part of the furniture. Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm happy to be his boytoy. I'm thrilled to be his boytoy. If he is as comfortable with me as he is with the furniture, that's even better. I'm just trying to get it clear in my own head, and help you understand why he keeps me around. Comments Appreciated: [email protected]

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Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2024 12:40:06 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter Twenty-six This story contains muscle worship and rough sex between consenting gay men. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Twenty-six "I'm moving my stuff back over to my house" Tanner said to me as we entered my bedroom. We just arrived from school and put our packs down. I hadn't even had a chance to get down and start getting him comfortable like I do every afternoon. "You are?" I asked in surprise. "Ahhh, why?" You can imagine how nervous I am about him doing this. He's already got rid of everyone in his 'harem' leaving only me, and I was scared to death I was next. He kept insisting that he'd never drop me, but he wouldn't talk to me about what his plans were. I have no idea why he dropped his harem, except he said he wanted something new. New holes to fill, was the way he put it. That didn't hold salt in my mind, because with ten or so guys around available to fuck at any time, that's a whole lot of holes to fill, and I would think it would seem like he was getting something new by the time he'd made the rounds. "Why move, Tanner?" I asked. "Why not leave your stuff here just in case." Tanner's living arrangements were still not completely settled. After his father and my mom ran off together, he moved into my house to get away from his loony mother. But now that they had put her away in the crazy house, Tanner's house was setting there empty. And it was enormous: four bedrooms and den, family room, paneled basement; you name it. So, he moved some of his stuff back over there already. But we still get together in my bedroom after school every day. He would usually have his fuck-of-the-day, and then stay for dinner with me and my dad. Then he had a choice of going home or staying in the bedroom next to mine. He still has that dungeon set up in his mom's bedroom, but he doesn't use it. He says he sees no reason to deliberately hurt a guy, when all he really wants is to use his body for a while and have a good orgasm. That's what he says anyway, that he doesn't intentionally hurt his partners beyond just having fun and getting his rocks off. Yeah, he stood right in front of me and said that with a straight face, so I guess he believed it. And you know, I ain't gonna argue with him. Anyway, I was disappointed when his mom was locked up giving him his own house because I liked the idea that he was just feet away from me at night. I didn't want him to move home. But now. Now that he's disbanded his harem, and it's been barely a week, he's hardly spent any time with me at all. Oh, he'd come up; I mean, we always walked home together. So, he'd come up and I'd strip him to his bikini just like always and we'd play on the X-Box for a while. But then he'd go home. He hadn't even stayed for dinner the past couple days. "Jim and Jerod will be here in a couple minutes and we'll get everything moved" he said to me. "Tanner, you don't have to" I said, pleading with him. "It's okay to leave your stuff here. You can keep on sleeping here sometimes and there sometimes. Besides, what about your dad?" After his mom was hospitalized, there was some question about his father moving back, at least for a visit. "It ain't gonna happen. He's not moving back" he said. "For sure?" He gave me a dirty look and I cringed. There I go again, questioning him on something he said. Will I never learn? He didn't say anything. "But what about your mom?" I asked. "What if they release her?" "She's a nut case, you know that' he said. "Ain't no way they're going to let her go." "But .... But ...." I sputtered. "Get a box or something," he said, "and get in there and start packing things up." "Tanner. Please. Please don't move" I pleaded. "Don't leave me." "I said, get your ass in there and start packing things up" he growled at me as he stepped away and left the room. Of course, I got tears in my eyes. It was looking like he was going to dump me, and I didn't know what I was going to do. I really loved him. I didn't know if I could go on without him. So, he moved. Jim and Jerod came over and got everything out in a couple hours. And Tanner wouldn't talk to me. In fact, he even glared at me once and told me to shut up. His only comment was: 'we'll talk about it later'. I was feeling miserable, really hurt as I moped around the house. I tried to play something on the X-Box, I don't even know what, but I couldn't stop thinking about Tanner. I was almost in tears when I finally got ready for bed. Then, just before 11:00, my phone beeped. There was a text. 'I need your tongue' was all it said. I was back into my clothes and my shoes in about five seconds with a great big grin on my face. All was forgiven; he needed me. I damn near broke my neck running down the stairs, out the front door and across the street. When I got into his bedroom, he was lying naked on his stomach, his arms crossed under his head. Seeing him like this always leaves me breathless; he is so, so beautiful. My heart actually speeds up with excitement at times like this, knowing that this gorgeous creature wants me. ME, wimpy little Charlie, allowed to serve the most beautiful being on the planet. Did I tear up? Yes, I did. I really did. I simply couldn't help it. I loved him so much and felt so honored that he allowed me to serve him. He could have anybody he wanted, anybody in the world, but for some reason he wanted me. That was simply awesome. I stripped down and got on my knees at the foot of the bed and gave his left foot a kiss. I knew he was ticklish, so I didn't lick; I simply gave it a light kiss. "Thank you, Master" I whispered. I don't know if he even heard me, but if he did, I wanted him to know how eager I was to serve, and how elated I was that he called me. I kissed his other foot and repeated: "Thank you, Master", making sure he heard it this time because I wanted him to know how privileged I felt. We all know what a bubble butt is of course. And Tanner, lying there in repose on his front, had the most spectacularly rounded, perfectly shaped ass cheeks you could imagine. For god's sake, he was lying down on his belly and still had those gorgeous globes sticking up. Starting at his heel, I gently dragged my tongue up over his left calf and then kissed it, but I kept my eyes on that gorgeous butt. Moving to his right foot I did the same. Then going back to his left, I dragged my tongue a little further, almost to the back of his knee and gave him another kiss. Going back and forth from left to right I slowly worked my way up his legs covering the back of this thighs, licking and kissing until I reached that glorious ass. It took me almost five minutes to do this and now I was so hot and so horny my dick was like a steel rod. And that magnificent ass was right in front of my face. I dove in, my face pressing into his ass crack as I started licking and slobbering and licking and slobbering with a vengeance. And there is a method involved here too, because Tanner not only has a bubble butt, he has a muscle butt; very tight hard muscle. I hated using my hands because I knew Tanner didn't like that, but it ain't all that easy to spread those muscle cheeks apart to get your tongue in there. But I worked at it. Pushing in hard and forcing my nose and my tongue up and down his crack making those slurping noises that I knew he liked so much. Tanner didn't react at all as I licked and sucked at his ass crack. It didn't matter to me since I knew he loved this. Yeah, I knew for a fact that he loved having a hot mouth sloshing away at his ass. I went at it for several minutes, working my way up and down his crack, but I wanted to get my tongue inside him. His text to me said he wanted me to use my tongue, so I was damn well going to use it. So, I had to use my hands since his butt was just too muscular. I grabbed his cheeks, pried them apart and pushed my face in. I licked the hole a couple times, and then made my tongue rigid and pushed hard. He moaned. Yeah, he moaned. Shit yes. I pushed harder jamming my nose into his ass and forcing my tongue into that tiny hole. Then pulling back slightly and keeping my tongue rigid, I started fucking him. Yeah, fucking his ass with my tongue. Man, oh man, is that ever hot, fucking your master's ass while he moans in delight. I fucked his hole for only a minute or so, and then I went into the worship mode. I started kissing and licking every inch of his ass cheeks, and occasionally diving back into his crack. I would get plenty of saliva flowing, covering his ass and filling his crack, and then slurping it back up, rubbing my face in it as I went. He was making the faintest 'mmmm' sounds as I went on and on, paying homage to this gorgeous creature's muscled butt. I swear I went at it for at least half an hour and just couldn't get enough. I loved doing this, passionately serving my master's ass simply because I loved him so much, but also, because I knew how much he loved having me do it. It gave me flashes of pleasure just from hearing his contented moans. I was ready to go on forever. But then, finally he rolled over. His eyes were closed, and he was showing no reaction whatsoever. And he was giving no direction either, so he was letting me wing it on my own. I loved this. I can tell you I was fucking thrilled. He was letting me make my own decisions; he was letting me control all the action. So far, he hadn't moved a muscle and was just letting me go at it. And Jesus! I loved it. He was so confident in my abilities to service him that he was just letting me go. You better fuckin believe I was thrilled because this really was unusual. He was leaving everything up to me, and I sure as hell was going to take advantage of it and show him how dedicated and worshipful I could be. But he did roll over. That enormous cock of his was wet and dripping, reaching up to his belly button. I started worshiping it. Yeah, not sucking, but worshiping. In fact, I didn't even take it in my mouth. Putting my hands behind my back as a good submissive does, I went to work with my mouth, licking up and down that ten-inch length; kissing it over and over; pushing it with my nose so I could reach every inch of its enormous girth. My mouth knows what to do when it comes to worship. Covering that enormous rod, and that close hanging ball sack, and the whole crotch area, I used this mouth of mine to provide the ultimate in rapturous satisfaction. And Tanner just let me go. Eyes closed, breathing deep, that monstrous chest moving up and down, but showing no signs of either satisfaction or dissatisfaction. But glancing up at his face, I knew. Yeah, no matter how much he was not showing it, I knew he was loving it. And I was going to do everything I could to make it better. As I continued worshiping his prick, I spit into my hand a couple times and started working on my ass hole, getting it wet and stretching it out a little. As long as Tanner was letting me make the decisions, I intended to give him a fuck like never before. So, I raised up, getting on my knees and straddling his crotch. He wasn't even looking but if he had he would have seen the biggest grin on my face because I knew I had him completely under my control, and I was getting ready to give him the ride of his life. Me, wimpy little Charlie, in total control of this hot muscle stud, my master. Reaching back and grabbing his enormous dong, I lined it up with my crack, and slowly, very slowly, eased it into my butt hole. Shit it hurt. I had gotten it wet and had opened it up and stretched it but it was still going to hurt. But that was fine, because no matter what, it was going to be a tight fit for Tanner. and he was going to love it. Taking pain and giving pleasure. An equitable exchange between a master and his minion, a Master and his slave, a top and his devoted bottom; an appropriate distribution of pain and pleasure between a Dom and his sub. I pulled out and went back in a couple times, inserting only the tip of his prick. I knew it felt good for him and it did reduce the pain somewhat for me. So, I went slow, for maybe two minutes, but then I made the move. Taking a deep breath and putting slight pressure on my butt hole, helping to open me up, I sat back. Tanners prick slowly slid into my ass until all ten inches were jammed in and I was sitting on his crotch. Without experiencing it, you cannot imagine the feeling of a big fat ten-inch dick like this sliding into your rectum. It seems like it has no end, like I'm going to see it bulging out of my abs. It hurt like hell and I had to groan, but when I saw what might have been the slightest hint of a smile on Tanner's face, I knew it was worth it. It felt like heaven on earth. I felt like my heart was melting at that moment from my love for him. He still didn't have his eyes open, but that hint of a smile was what I needed. That was what made my life worthwhile. He had never allowed me or any of his tricks that I know of, to take complete control like this, just lying there accepting. So, this was, like, a once in a lifetime event. And you can bet I was going to make it special. Easing my ass up, almost to the tip of his prick, I slowly eased it back down. It's a given that having Tanner's enormous prick up your butt means there is going to be pain, but I love that pain; I revel in it. Giving Tanner pleasure is complete justification for the pain that goes with it, or to turn that around, the pain is an exhilarating consequence of proving my undying devotion to him and willingness to serve. I kept at it, moving up slowly, making sure he didn't slip out, and then back down, cramming all ten inches deep inside me. And with each slow thrust, the pain was less. I knew it wouldn't be long before that pain was going to turn to pure pleasure. Keeping that slow action going, I wet the fingers of both my hands and reached down to his substantial nubbins on his chest. Not quite pinching them, but squeezing and massaging them, hopefully giving him sparks of pleasure. And it worked, because I now clearly heard a soft 'mmmm', coming from the back of his throat. All the time keeping my up and down motion going, I wet my fingers again and kept squeezing his tits. Tanner was letting me do everything, and I wanted to do everything. I wanted to give him pleasure like he'd never dreamed. So, very slowly I eased up allowing his cock to slip completely out of my ass and bang against his abs. Then sliding back down, I took it in my mouth and swallowed it. All ten inches in one smooth motion, allowing it to sink deep into my throat. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed knowing that I'd be giving him incredible pleasure by squeezing his dick in my throat. He groaned again. I felt shots of pleasure shoot through my body, hearing that sound of contentment coming from him. He was loving my actions. I held him in my throat as long as I could, and then pulled out gasping for breath. But after two quick gasps, I went back down again, cramming it once more into my gullet. I knew I had to be careful here, because I did not want him to cum prematurely, and I felt his body quiver in pleasure. Premature ejaculation would be a disaster. So, I pulled up, kissed the head a couple times, and then slid my ass back up. No preliminaries this time; I simply sat down allowing that enormous prick to open me up again. And guess what: no pain this time. Only glorious pleasure from taking my master's prick. No slow going this time. I started speeding up immediately, getting a good steady motion going. And it was pure pleasure. I mean, you cannot imagine how wonderful this was. I almost felt guilty for taking so much pleasure as a submissive serving my master. My master, my lover, the man I was crazy in love with, and he was letting me give my all. And that was what I was doing: giving my all. I said Tanner had hardly made a sound, and neither had I, but that now started to change. With each downward thrust I let out an uncontrollable grunt. I was straddling Tanner on my knees with my hands on my ass making sure I was splitting my crack open to its maximum. I was sweating profusely and dripping down into my eyes. And now he started moaning. He still didn't reach up to grab me or anything, keeping his hands behind his head, but he did start ramming his crotch up to meet each downward thrust of my ass, really banging against me as I started going faster and faster. And he was beginning to shake his head back and forth in ...., in .... in ecstasy, I think. Then, finally he let out a howl. "Yeeeaaaoooh" he screamed, and I banged down on him one final time. Tanner still had his hands behind his head, but he was flexing them over and over violently and whipping his head back and forth in a total frenzy. My dick was sticking up like a post as Tanner fired again and again into my ass and I was proud. Yes, I was proud, for two reasons. One, I was so in control that I had not let myself cum, yet, and two, my fucking was so good for Tanner that he hadn't interrupted nor taken control nor even touched me all the way to the final orgasm. As Tanner finally finished shooting, he opened his eyes and looked up at me. And then came that grin, that glorious grin, making him glow like the sun. "You son-of-a-bitch" he said with that grin getting even bigger. "You little son-of-a-bitch". That grin was catching, as I got this enormous grin of my own and beamed back at him. He surprised me by reaching up and putting his fingers in my mouth. "Slurp on them" he said, and I did. He reached down and smeared my saliva over my very hard dick, which was kinda wet already from my precum. "Cum for me, baby" he said. "Shoot that load onto my chest". He jerked me three, maybe four times and that's all it took. I fired. You better believe I fired, my first shot almost hitting his chin, and the second going even further, landing on his cheek. He laughed, and in total joy, I laughed along with him. Tanner was clearly thrilled with the fuck, and he actually jerked me off. His enormous dong was still jammed up my ass and I wanted it to stay there forever. What more could a submissive fuck boy want from his godlike master? -------------- As we arrived home from school the next day, I saw a car in Tanner's driveway. Tanner didn't have a car; in fact, he didn't drive yet because he still hasn't passed his driver's test. So, I can tell you that that was strange. "Who is that, Tanner' I asked. "You got somebody visiting?" "That's Mr. Strump. He was supposed to come by today." "Mr. Strump? The teacher from Crystal City?" I asked. "The guy that was here a couple months ago?" Tanner gave me one of those looks. A 'why are you asking me such stupid questions when you already know the answer?' look. So, of course, I was embarrassed for saying something stupid again. Luckily, he wasn't in the mood to kick my butt for saying something dumb. "Oh, so you knew he was coming" I said, making it a statement, not a question. "What's going on?" Ignoring my question, he said "I'll see you later" as he headed across the street. Here we go again. Him leaving me in the dark and making me nervous about our relationship. I hated it when he did this, leaving me incredibly frustrated by not knowing what was going on. But of course, I couldn't do anything or say anything. I knew I didn't dare question him because it would just piss him off, so I just had to wait until he felt like letting me know. So, I went up to my room and sat in front of the X-box, but I didn't even turn it on. God, I wish Tanner wouldn't do this to me. Of course, he doesn't have to tell me anything, after all he's the boss and I'm just his minion. I know my place. But sometimes I wish he had just a little more empathy for me, a little more consideration for my feelings. But Tanner is Tanner, and since I love him, I simply have to accept him for what he is. He makes the rules and the decisions, and my job is to follow those rules and accept those decisions. I need to accept them without question. And that is something I have had difficulty dealing with, because so often my mouth starts before my brain clicks into gear and Tanner ends up punishing me. I don't like to be punished, but even more, I hate that look on Tanner's face when he disapproves of me. So, I just sat there brooding until my phone beeped. It was a text from Tanner. 'Going out to dinner. See u tomorrow.' That was clear enough: I wasn't invited. And I would make dinner for just me and my dad. I didn't sleep very well. I was worried. When I got up and was getting ready for school, I noticed the car was still in Tanner's driveway. That's when I got another text. 'See you at school' was all it said. Evidently Tanner was getting a ride. But I didn't see him at school. I was held up after Math, so I didn't have a chance to see him between classes. But he didn't show up for lunch either and that was unusual. I couldn't remember a time when he wasn't sitting at our table in the lunchroom. Except, of course, those times when he was horny and wanted to fuck someone out by the South bleachers. What the fuck was going on? It was hurting me not to know. He's got rid of his 'harem' so all he has is me. Except for the tricks he likes to pick up off the street, he has only me, and it looks like he's going to .... actually, I don't know what it looks like, but it can't be good. God, I wish he'd tell me. I looked for him after school, because we always walk home together. Always! But no Tanner. When I got home there was no car in his driveway. What did that mean? Was he home or not? I finally couldn't stand it any longer. I sent him a text. 'Please talk to me. Please. What's going on?'. And I got a quick reply: 'Come over' was all it said. I was still in my school clothes, but I was down the steps and out the door in about three seconds. I went into his house and up the stairs directly to his bedroom. The door was open, so I walked in. And did I ever get a shock. There was Drew. The kid who was Tanner's fuckboy back where he used to live. No Tanner, just Drew. "Drew? What are you doing here?" I asked in surprise. "You live in; what the hell; ahhh, Crystal City. What's going on?" Drew and I are very similar, in fact, damn near identical. We're little guys; I think we're both 5'7"; we're skinny guys, but we're beautiful. I call myself beautiful? Yes, because I am; everybody says so. And admittedly, the word is beautiful, not handsome. I have a beautiful face and so does Drew. And as much as Tanner talks about fucking only handsome well-built guys, he is totally turned on to a pretty face. So, he's gorgeous. But so what? "You really are beautiful" he said to me. "It's no wonder Tanner likes you so much." "Huh? What the fuck?" I said. "What are you doing here?" "You and I are going to get to know each other" he said, as he kept smiling at me. And I admit I was taken in by him. I mean, I can't even describe how beautiful Drew is, how gorgeous he is. And when he smiles; shit, when he smiles, it's like the damn sun coming out. It's damn near blinding. Against my better judgment, I was smitten. Of course, I love Tanner, and I belong to him, but my eyes and my hormones ain't blind to someone as spectacular as Drew. "We what? How can ....? What? What's going on?" "I'm here to get to know you" he answered, still looking at me with that brilliant smile. "We're going to become friends." He walked over to stand in front of me. "Huh? What? Friends?" I may sound like a dunce here, but how in the hell was I supposed to react to this? This was just too weird. He kissed me. I was so startled that I didn't immediately react, but then, I stepped back. He followed along and kissed me again, just a quick peck on the lips. "And I'm going to enjoy it" he said. "Huh?" was my reaction. Yeah, me, broken record Charlie. I was totally befuddled, and I know I was looking stupid, but this was more than I could cope with at the moment. Drew reached up and put his hands on my cheeks, pulled my face forward and kissed me again. This time a real kiss. As he held my face there, he pried my lips open with his tongue and stuck it in. I told you how beautiful his is and even I can be a sucker for a pretty face, so I returned the kiss. Did I ever? As I got into it, I reached around him pulling him in close as the kiss went on and on. And, man-oh-man did he know how to kiss. I was literally swooning by the time he pulled back, gasping for breath and my heart beating fast. "You know" he said, "I could learn to love you." And, again, that beatific smile. I was still hugging him as he put his arms around my shoulders and hugged me back. Then, as he kissed me again, he started pressing his crotch against me, moving it around, letting me feel his very hard pecker. This was going way too fast, but my dick didn't care, and it began to grow. "Mmmmm" he murmured as we dueled with each other's tongues. Still holding the kiss, he put his hands on my shoulders and started gently pushing me backwards until the back of my legs touched the bed. He pushed me again, forcing me to sit and then sank to his knees in front of me. "I want you" he said as he grabbed my belt and unfastened it. You know, this was happening so fast, I still didn't know how to react. But he had me unzipped with his hand inside my bikini before I could even think of what to do. And, yeah, it felt good. "Please, Drew. Wait" I said. "Wait." I grabbed his hands and stopped him. "Tanner wouldn't ..." "Tanner wants this" he said interrupting me and looking up into my eyes. That was a shock, but then I realized; of course! Tanner set this up. Of course, he did. It was obvious that he wanted this because it's obvious that he planned it. It was his text message that got me over here. "Where is Tanner? I asked. "He's here. Don't worry about it." "He's here? Where?" "He's next door, with a trick." "A trick? You're serious?" "Yeah" he laughed. "Of all times. He was supposed to be here with us, but he picked up some guy named Jay in the park. They're in the guest bedroom doing you-know-what." "But .... He ...." I sputtered. "He wants this, Charlie" Drew repeated. As I let go of his hands, he pulled my bikini down below my balls and immediately took my dick in his mouth. Oh shit, did that feel good. He pulled back and looked up at me. "Tanner wants it and I want it too" he said as he went back down and started sucking. You know I can be a jackrabbit sometimes, well known for having a premature ejaculation without even touching myself, so you can bet that I was already getting very hot. The excitement of this, having my dick in a guy's mouth was getting me right on the verge. "Drew, stop. Stop. Slow down" I gasped and pushed his head back. He grinned at me, knowing he'd got me super-hot already. "Let's get you naked" he said, and he reached down and got me out of my shoes and socks. It didn't take him more than a minute after that to get me naked. As I sat back down on the bed, Drew stepped away and slowly stripped for me. Yeah, slowly, putting on a show. Now Drew ain't much in the body, he's a skinny runt, even smaller and skinnier than me, but he knows how to be sexy, and he played it out for me. He was basically dancing for me as he gradually showed more and more skin, and eventually getting down to the ubiquitous bikini and then, finally, naked. I've told you what a beautiful face he has, just like me, and his skinny body, just like mine, but now I saw that his very hard prick sticking up from his crotch was the same as mine. My best guess was that I was a little ahead of him in bodybuilding, and maybe his prick was a smidgen smaller than mine, and I may be a bit taller. "Jesus, you are skinny aren't you" he said as he stood there, hands on hips trying to look muscular. Actually, neither one of us was skinny, but it was all relative. We were small, but we were beginning to get some muscle tone from our workouts. "And you ain't much in the dick department either." "Hey" I groused. "If I were you, I wouldn't be calling anybody skinny, and I ain't had no complaints about my dick either." His comments kind of pissed me off. There was no way I was skinnier than him, and he had nothing to brag about in dick size. He just laughed. "Alright, so we're both skinny and we got junior sized dicks: but I know that's what Tanner likes." That got a smile on my face. Okay, so we were runts but something about us turned Tanner on. "And that junior sized pecker of yours just might be the prettiest damn thing I've ever seen." He stepped forward and grabbed on to my dick, squeezed it, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Lie down on the bed, Charlie" he said as he kissed me again. "Let me show you what I can do with that pretty schlong of yours." You don't look a gift horse in the mouth, so I lay down on the bed. He climbed on, getting between my legs, and wasted no time taking my dick back in his mouth. When had I last had my dick in somebody's mouth? It had been quite a while, but Drew got busy making up for lost time. Of course, I knew he'd be good, fantastic even, because he'd been Tanner's number one boy. So, just like me, you know Tanner would have trained him to be the best cocksucker in the state. Tanner wouldn't stand for anything less. So, yes, he was damn good, hitting all the right spots at the right time. Going from heavy dick action to licking my balls and getting his tongue into my crack, getting me hot and right on the edge of ejaculation and keeping me there, knowing exactly when to pull back and when to go at it. Yes, he was a master cocksucker. But he wouldn't let me cum. When I reached down to and grabbed his head, trying to make him finish me off, he pulled away and just laughed. "Jesus, Drew. Please. Please. You're killing me" I pleaded with him. "No, Charlie. No. Hold back. Let's make this last" he responded. He was right of course. It was so wonderful that I wanted it to go on forever, so I just lay back and enjoyed it while he kept me damn close to the edge, for, like, twenty minutes or more. Then, finally, he pulled up off my cock entirely and looked me in the eye. He had one hell of a grin on his face. An evil grin? Or maybe a devious one? Whatever it was, he knew he had me totally under his control, and had me desperate to cum. "I want you inside me, Charlie" he said. "Get up." He grabbed my shoulders and helped me up on my haunches and then lay down next to me. He raised his legs. He couldn't be clearer than that. Lying on his back with his legs up in the air, his ass waiting to be plugged. Did I say you don't look a gift horse in the mouth? Yup, I sure did. I crawled behind him and took aim with my very hard pecker. He asked me to make it last but that wasn't practical after all his tongue action, but I think I may have held out for almost ten minutes. Well, more likely five, or maybe it was only three. But I tried to hold out. And let me tell you, that had to be one of the finest half hours of my life, every bit as good as with Darrell. And as much as I love servicing Tanner, it's damn special to be serviced by someone yourself. ------------- "You still haven't explained to me what you're doing here" I said to Drew as we lay next to each other on my bed. "It's complicated" he said. "But, the fact is, I'm here to stay." "Huh? Really" I said. "Yeah. And you and me are going to become good friends." He put his hand behind my head and pulled me into a kiss. "Actually, I think we're going to become lovers." "Mmmm?" was all I could say with his tongue in my mouth. But, what the fuck? We were what? We were going to become lovers? Shit, we barely know each other. "Don't say anything, please" he said to me as he broke the kiss. We were lying on our sides facing each other looking into each other's eyes. "Just listen." So, I held off, waiting for him to explain himself. "My foster family in Crystal City didn't want me anymore" he said. I didn't know he'd been with a foster family; truth is, I knew very little about him. "I made sure of that." "Oh, yeah?" I said. "Yeah" he chuckled. "I can be a real son-of-a-bitch if I want to be, or I can be as sweet as sugar." He leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss. "I couldn't believe it when Tanner's dad made them move here, and I was crazy mad. And there was no way I was going to let it happen. Those Family Services people were out of their fuckin minds if they thought I was going to stay in Crystal City while Tanner was living here." "But he's been here for months" I said. "Yeah, it's taken me all this time to work it out. Tanner made me wait." "He made you wait?" I asked. "It was Tanner who convinced me to make it legal" he said. "I woulda just run away." "So ...." "After my foster family kicked me out, Tanner set me up with your dad. He's now my foster parent." "My dad?" I said in a shocked tone. "I don't fucking believe it. How can that be? I didn't know anything." "Yeah, ain't that a kick" he laughed. "I guess Tanner can make him do anything." I had no doubts about that, Tanner totally had him under his control. But? I hadn't heard anything about it. "When ....?' I started to say. "A couple weeks ago" Drew said. "Me and Tanner filled out the papers and your dad signed them. "So, you're going to live here with us? With me?" "You've got the biggest damn house I've ever seen. I think there's room for me." "But .... But ...." I sputtered. This was just too much all at once. "Tanner told your dad I would take the room he'd been using. The bedroom next to yours." "My dad agreed to this? My dad? He's going to be your foster father?" I know I was repeating myself, but I was shocked, because my dad barely put up with me, so I couldn't imagine him allowing another kid to move in. Drew laughed. "Did he have any choice? I was there the day Tanner told him he was going to take me in. He didn't ask him, he told him, and then had him seal the bargain with a blow job. He made him blow him right there in front of me, his future foster kid." He laughed again. "I don't think I'll have to worry about taking shit from your dad." "Well ... ahhh .... yeah. I guess not." I kinda laughed along with him. You gotta believe,Tanner can do anything to anybody. "So, the deal is all set up. I signed into your school today. Family Services seems to be happy with it. Actually, I can be a real pain-in-the-ass, so I think they're just happy to get me out of their hair." Now, you gotta wonder how I'm taking all of this. I've been calm so far, but as this was beginning to sink in, you can bet I didn't like what I was hearing. Tanner was mine. But before I had a chance to say anything, he went on. "Now listen, Charlie. I ain't takin your place" he said. "I ain't. Let me make that perfectly clear. I ain't takin your place. That's the deal I have with Tanner. He still says you're his number one boy." That caught me by surprise, temporarily halting my growing anger. "How in the fuck ...." I started to say. "Hey. Tanner had a harem here, didn't he?" he said, interrupting me. "And you were still his number one then, weren't you? So, now, he doesn't have a harem. There's only two of us. So, we're both going to be his number one. I think we can share." And that's when the door opened. And there stood Tanner wearing only his bikini. He had a big smile on his face. "So. What have you guys been up to?" he asked, with a big grin on his face. Since Dew and I were still lying naked next to each other on the bed it was pretty obvious what we'd been up to. "Drew said .... Drew said ...." I sputtered. "Oh, he did, did he?" Tanner said with a laugh. "Drew said you had a trick" I said, changing the subject. "Yeah, a good fuck" Tanner said. "A good start on our new arrangement." "Hun? Our new arrangement?" I asked. "Yeah. Didn't Drew tell you?" "Well, yeah .... but ...." I answered. "You guys just did it. I told Drew it was okay, this time" he said. "From now on, you want to play, just let me know. But get it through your heads. I'm still going to play around. That's the deal." "Huh?" Drew and I both said at the same time. "You know me. You know what I'm like. I love both of you guys, but I also like variety. I gotta have something new once in a while." "Once in a while?" Drew queried. Tanner laughed. "Well, `quite often' once in a while. But you guys are going to be with me every day. Now let's get you moved in." Drew had two suitcases and two boxes, everything that he owned. We carried them across the street to my house and put them into the bedroom next to mine on the second floor. When we got into my bedroom I automatically got down and removed Tanner's shoes and shorts and then his shirt. Drew just watched. "This is standard," Tanner said to Drew. "We always strip down when we're here." I was already stripping and after only a moment, Drew did the same. So, to the X-Box. I've told you that Tanner was really no competition for me, but I quickly found out that Drew was good, really good. He was definitely going to give me a run for my money. We played for about half an hour. "So, you think this arrangement's going to work out okay?" Tanner asked as we took a break. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or to Drew, but Drew answered. "But you're going to be living across the street." "So, we'll have some independence. We'll all have our own room." "But Tanner" Drew repeated. "You'll be across the street." "You just ask Charlie about that" he said. "Since I've moved here, I've spent ten times more time here in Charlie's bedroom than at my house. I don't expect that to change. Not much anyway. Besides, he's got the X-Box." We all laughed. "So, what do you think?" Tanner said as he got up and walked over to the bed. "You want to give me a preview of what's to come?" "Huh?" I said. "What's that?" "A preview of what you guys can do" he said with a smile. "I've .... "But we've already ...." Drew said. "We already did it" I said, interrupting him. "You remember, you were oiled up and ...." "Yeah" Drew said interrupting me. "You were oiled up and looking spectacular and you had two tongues working you. That was when I visited you with Mr. Strump." "How could I forget" Tanner said with a laugh. "Two cute little cherubs licking the oil off my body. Yeah, now I remember. So, we'll call that one the preview. Now we'll get down to the real thing." He lay down in the middle of the bed on his back. "Show me what you can do" he said. Drew and I hesitated for only a moment and then climbed on the bed with him, Drew on one side and me on the other. Comments encouraged and appreciated. [email protected]

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Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2024 11:48:44 +0000 From: Duane Colwell <[email protected]> Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Epilogue The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Epilogue Hi, folks. Charlie here. Thanks for reading my story. I think I've made it pretty clear how head-over-heels in love I am with Tanner. Tanner is a god, a superman, and I understand that, so, I am perfectly happy to be allowed to serve him and to share him. Besides, he always makes sure I get my share. He still takes his occasional pick-up from the street to fuck but that's only his right, and Drew and I are both okay with that. So, he plays around, but mostly it's the three of us. Sometimes he fucks Drew and sometimes he fucks me, with lots of variations on that theme. He's living alone in his enormous house while Drew and I are living with my dad across the street, but basically, we're inseparable. The three of us, inseparable, in bed and out of bed. You know, I have a habit of putting myself down, because I've always been so skinny, and I've always admired muscles. But to be honest with you, trying not to be too conceited here, I'm a sweet guy. Yeah, I really am. And Drew, just like me, he's the sweetest guy I've ever met. I've fallen for him. And another thing. You gotta know Tanner spends his life in the gym working out, with me and Drew generally his spotters, so as you can imagine, we're both getting pretty buff in our own right. No skinny runts anymore. Tanner says he likes us even more this way, with a little hard muscle to grab onto. You'd be amazed the things a threesome can do in bed. Drew and I are there to fawn over Tanner of course, and we're getting damn good at using two mouths and two sets of hands to service him. But he has us do lots of things with each other too, and even has us put on erotic shows for him. So, the fact is, we are all learning to love each other, and our threesome is working out great. Drew is the most unjealous and caring person I have ever met and I'm learning to control my jealousy as well. I have learned to love him like a brother, and we get along great. So, it's sayonara. It's been a good run, you getting to know me, with my trials and tribulations with Tanner. My foibles and my failings, and my occasional triumphs. As you've seen, God's can be temperamental, but I can tell you, there ain't nothing on this planet equal to falling in love with a God, and having that God love you back. THE END If you enjoyed my story, please take a minute to make a comment letting me know that it was worthwhile for me to write it. A little support for me and also support for Nifty.org for giving you all these stories for free.

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Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2024 12:46:56 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter Twenty This story contains body worship and rough sex between consenting gay men. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Twenty I've told you that Tanner and I eat lunch together every day, always at the same table, and anybody else joins us by invitation only. And Tanner was picky about who got those invitations. So, I was surprised to see two tykes sitting with him as I entered the room. Yeah, tykes; they looked like children. But as I came up to the table, I almost gasped because they were extraordinarily beautiful. Not just your everyday cute kids, but stunning. Sweet baby faces making them look like they were ten-year old's but we're in high school, so they had to be at least fourteen. But they were amazing; simply gorgeous. God, does Tanner ever know how to pick them. I remembered that he had mentioned something about two Freshmen a few days ago, so I figured this must be them. "Charlie, sit" Tanner said. "This is Ryan and David." I shook their hands. "They are Tommy's new protégées and they're making great strides under his direction. Show him Ryan. Show him that muscle." On demand, the little tyke raised his arm and flexed, showing a big grin and a very impressive bicep. Very impressive. It was hard to believe that this baby-faced little kid had an arm like that. I gasped aloud and was embarrassed because they heard me. The Ryan kid's grin got even bigger. "Impressive ain't it?" he said. You know what a skinny wimp I am, so my arms are probably eleven inches or so. This little kid's must have been thirteen or even fourteen, with a well-defined very impressive bulge. I didn't know Freshmen came in that size because I'd never seen one with muscles like that. "Your abs" Tanner said. "Show him your abs. You, David. Show him." David stood up and pulled up his t-shirt and showed amazing ridges of muscle. Jesus, he must do a million setups. "Damn good" Tanner said. "Tommy is a miracle worker." "Yeah, he's terrific" Ryan said. "But he's a tyrant. He kicks our butt every day and runs us ragged." "Oh, I know Tommy" Tanner said. "He's tough but look at your results. Nobody your age looks like you guys." They both got big smiles on their faces, thrilled to hear this from Tanner, the ultimate physical specimen. But there was no question it was true, because it wasn't just biceps and abs, their entire physiques were outstanding. Stunningly beautiful faces with equally stunning bodies. Two of them. How does Tanner find them? "Thanks, Tanner" they both said. "So take off guys. I'll see you in the weight room, and then at about five o'clock we'll get together at Charlie's house" Tanner said. It was still 'Charlie's house' even though Tanner was living there now. "Okay, Tanner" they said as they got up and walked away. "Tanner? This afternoon?" I queried. "We're going to have a workout with Tommy to get pumped, and then we're coming over to your place for a posing session. Both of them want to compete in one of these teen bodybuilding contests so I'm going to help them get started. Believe it or not, Tommy set this up and he's going to be coming too." "But Tanner" I said. "We have that new X-Box game. We were going to ....." "Yeah, I know, but I changed my mind. Ain't no big deal." "But Tanner. We agreed that we were ...." Okay, I know I'm going way out on a limb here, since Tanner is so sensitive, but the new game: 'Sea of Thieves' that I was so excited about was being released today. My dad was picking it up for me and Tanner and I had been planning for days for its release. "I said I changed my mind" he said firmly, and that was the end of that. I knew enough to stop now and keep my mouth shut. He gave me a slight cuff to the back of the head. "Tommy is really hot for these kids and it can't wait. He's been working with them for about a year and he wants to get them into a contest asap. You go home and get going on the game. You can tell me all about it tomorrow." This was a shock, and it really stung because Tanner and I are always together: always; basically every minute of the day. "No, Tanner, please. I don't want to play it without you" I said. "I want to be with you. We'll start on 'Sea of Thieves' tomorrow. "No, you go home" Tanner said. "Me and Tommy and the boys are going to work out in the school weight room, and we'll be along at five o'clock. All we're going to do is get some pump on our muscles. You don't have to be there for that. We'll meet you at your house. " Of course, I was disappointed and upset because I went everywhere with Tanner. Absolutely everywhere. I was like his right arm, always there with him. In fact, I couldn't even remember a time when he didn't want me around. "Tanner. I'd really like to ...." "No" he said. "You'll go home and wait for us." Well, that was that. He'd made up his mind and I had to comply. "Okay, Tanner" I said. "They are really beautiful, aren't they?" Tanner said. "I suppose" I said. Yes, I knew they were gorgeous, but of course now I didn't give a damn. "But they're so young." "Yeah, they're young, but that's why they have bodybuilding contests for teens." "You think they're ready ...." I started to say. "Yeah, they are. I know it. But even if they're not ...." he laughed. "Anything they don't know; I'll teach them this afternoon." ----------- So, I didn't go home. Yes, Tanner is more than my lover; he's my Master, and I must obey him. But I'm always with him; always. I'm his best bud and he leans on me; he needs me. I've been there almost every single time he's fucked somebody, and he likes it; he likes me watching. So, I decided to wait for him to work out. X-Box be damned; he might need me, so I was going to stay close. "Please, Tanner, let me stay" I said to him after school at our lockers. "I'll wait for you, and we'll walk home together." "I'll walk you home" Darrell said with a chuckle. Yeah, Darrell was there, coming by to get Tanner's backpack. He accepted that as his job and was very defensive about it. "No, you won't" Tanner joked. "Not without me there, you won't." Darrell and I laughed along with him. That was the relationship we had between the three of us now. Darrell still accepted that Tanner was his Master, no question about that, but Tanner understood that there was a special relationship between us. However, it was clear that we were not allowed to do anything without Tanner's specific permission. Tanner reached up and gave Darrell a couple friendly pats to the cheek. "The next time you fuck Charlie, I'm going to be there watching" he said. "Yes, sir" Darrell answered with a laugh. "You can give me some pointers." "Let me stay, Tanner. Please" I said, returning to the original subject. "Okay, but you can wait in the library or something." "I'll wait in the locker room. Okay?" Tanner didn't answer so I guess that made it okay. We headed for the gym. Tommy and the two tykes were already there. Sorry, I'm not sure whether to call them tykes or twinks, since with those baby faces, they look like children. They'd look like children except for their builds; Tommy was really doing the job on them. I couldn't help but be envious since they were two or three years younger than me and I looked like a runt next to them. Tanner and Darrell quickly changed into tanks and shorts with the school emblem on them, just like Tommy and the twinks. "Darrell, you're working out?" I asked in surprise. Darrell could stay, but I couldn't? "Yeah, Tommy said it was okay" he said. "I'm going to work my arms and shoulders over in the corner out of the way." Tanner didn't say anything, so I guess it was okay with him. So, I went into the locker room and sat on the bench in front of the lockers. I got out my geography book and started on my homework. That's when the trouble started. Jerod walked in, naked and dripping with water, evidently just out of the shower. Jerod, the hunky wide receiver on the football team. The 180-pound muscle boy who was a member of Tanner's 'harem'. The guy who hated me for some reason. Jerod was a real bottom boy with Tanner, but a stud with everyone else. I'd watched Tanner rough him up and fuck him a couple times, and Tanner had even made me lick his ass once. Somehow, Jerod took offense at that, either the watching or the licking, and has hated me and threatened to tear me apart ever since. "What the fuck are you doing here, you little creep" he snapped at me as he opened a locker and pulled out a towel. "I .... I .... ahhh, Tanner's in there" I said, pointing to the door to the weight room. He stood there holding the towel, not bothering to dry off, just glaring at me. God, he was a hunk. Even as frightened as I was, I couldn't help but admire his damn near perfect physique. "What did I say I'd do to you if I caught you alone?" "Please, Jerod. I'm just waiting for Tanner." "I think I said I'd tear your head off." I grabbed my backpack, realizing that I'd better get out of here right now. Jerod stepped over and knocked my book and my papers off my lap onto the floor. "Pick that shit up off of the floor" he snapped at me. I looked at him and saw the anger there. I don't know why he hated me so much, but I knew I had to get out of here. Leaving my book and papers on the floor I stood up to go by him. That's when he slugged me, right in the mouth. I went over backwards, over the bench landing on my butt, my head banging against the lockers. I looked up at him in shock. My lip was bleeding, my butt was hurting, and my head was going to have a lump on it. "Jerod, please don't" I said. "Please, just let me go." "Hey, shithead. I'm just getting warmed up." As I looked up at him, I saw him grab his dick. "Jerod, please" I pleaded, but to no avail. His piss hit my legs which were draped over the bench, and then up my body to my face. Is there anything more gross than a guy pissing on you? I raised my hands to try to protect my face. Pulling my feet off the bench I tried to crawl away, but his piss followed me. I got to my feet and almost got to the door to the weight room when he grabbed me by the collar and dragged me back. Jerking me around he grabbed me by the shirt front and pulled me up on my tip toes. Hey, he outweighs me by fifty pounds, all of it muscle, and he's a hell of a lot taller. He was damn near holding me up in the air with one hand glaring into my face. He hit me again, with his fist, right in the face, getting me in the left eye. I screamed: "JERRROOOD, N-O. HEEELLLP". I couldn't go anywhere because he was holding me there by my shirtfront. He slugged me again, hard, getting me in the jaw. I didn't even scream this time, but just grunted in pain. Man, that hurt. I wasn't unconscious but I sure as hell was groggy. I think he was about to hit me again when the door to the weight room opened. Darrell was standing there. "You son-of-a-bitch" Darrell yelled. "What are you doing?" Jerod let go of my shirt and I just crumpled to the floor. I knew I had a split lip, I could feel the blood dripping and my eye hurt, but what really hurt was my jaw. I Hoped I hadn't lost any teeth. "I'm teaching this little shit a lesson" Jerod said. Darrell took two steps forward and Jerod jumped back. They were both about the same size, around 180 pounds, and while Jerod was a football player, Darrell was a wrestler. He knew the moves. And just that quick, I could see that Jerod knew that. "Come on, Darrell. Stop it. I owed him. He deserved it." He was backing away as Darrell got closer. Then, so quick I almost didn't see it, Darrell reached over, put his hand on Jerod's neck and threw him to the left. Jerod went over the bench and onto the floor on his back banging his head. I actually cringed; that hurt. Darrell was on top of him instantly and they wrestled around on the floor. Darrell is the wrestler, but he seemed to be more interested in using his fists. Jerod was fighting back somewhat but seemed to be more interested in escaping than fighting. He jerked away for a second and almost got to his feet before Darrell was on him again, pulling him down, getting on top and beating him with his fists. Then Darrell got him in a 'full Nelson', wrapping his arms around Jerod's neck from behind and putting on the pressure. Holding Jerod there, Darrell rolled over on his back pulling Jerod on top of him. I was setting up by now and I could see the intense pain showing in Jerod's face as Darrell forced his head forward. Then Jerod was slapping his hands frantically on the floor: 'slap, slap, slap,' a sign of submission. "I give" he yelled. "Darrell, I give." Darrell held on. "Darrell, I give, I give" Jerod pleaded. Darrell finally let go and pushed him off of him. Getting up on his knees, he grabbed Jerod's hair and jerked him up so they were eye to eye. "You little son-of-a-bitch. If I see you even looking at Charlie again, I'm going to tear you a new asshole. Got it?" He gave Jerod a good shake. "Got it?" "Okay, Darrell, I got it" Jerod said. "I got it." Darrell let go of him and stood up. "Now, get the fuck out of here" he said. He just stood there glaring, as Jerod slowly got to his feet. "I gotta get my clothes" Jerod said. "I said, get the fuck out of here" Darrell shouted, taking a step forward. "NOW!" Jerod grabbed his towel off the floor and took off. I don't know where he was going to go since he was naked, but should I care? Naked or not, he knew he had to get away from Darrell. "Oh, Charlie" Darrell said as he came over and got on his knees next to me. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." I know I looked a mess. My nose and lip were bleeding all over and I think my eye was beginning to swell, and my cheek hurt, so I probably already had a bruise there. I also stunk of piss. I had been so strong up to now, but as Darrell put his arm around me, I started to cry. It was simply too much. Darrell pulled my head into his shoulder and held me, gently rocking me back and forth. "Shhhh" he whispered. "Shhhh. It's over now. It's going to be okay." This was when Tommy walked in with Tanner behind him. ----------- I told them I was okay, but it took some time to convince them. I told Tanner I'd be fine and he should go back to the kids. We finally agreed that we would talk about this later and that Darrell would get me home. Tanner had a look on his face that I would not like to have directed at me when he said he would deal with Jerod. So, Darrell got me to wash my face and get out of my pissy clothes. He loaned me a shirt and shorts which were way too big for me and then he walked me home. He is so sweet. I don't know what he sees in me, but I do love him. ----------------- Darrell stuffed some cotton up my nose, put a cold pack on my eye and rubbed some salve on my lip and my jaw. Jerod had hit me in the face three times, getting my lip and nose, my eye and my jaw. Darrell said my cheek was beginning to turn purple. Darrell had to get home, so once I convinced him I was okay, he left. At about a quarter past five, Tanner came in with Tommy and the two kids, Ryan and David. Even though Tanner's bedroom was right next to mine, I was pleased that Tanner still spent his time in my bedroom. Part of the reason was because my bedroom had all the mirrors on the wall. I'll have to say he did a lot of preening in front of them. "Charlie. Are you okay? Are you up to this?" Tanner said to me. "Of course, Tanner" I replied. "I'll be fine. "Okay, everybody, strip down. You too, Tommy. You might as well join the crowd" he laughed. "Hell yes" Tommy laughed along with him. I have no doubt Tommy loves showing off that herculean body of his. As I've said before, Tommy is enormous; gigantic; over three hundred pounds of muscle. Right up to the point of being grotesque in my mind, but I'd never say it of course. He'd crush me with one hand while doing one-hundred-pound dumbbell curls with the other. I went to Tanner and got on my knees and started stripping him. "Do you kids need Charlie's help, or can you get yourselves undressed?" Tanner said with a chuckle. Both boys stood there looking on in shock as I stripped Tanner. I didn't give a damn what they thought, and neither did Tanner. Neither of them said anything, but they just stood there watching. "I said strip" Tanner said. That got them moving. Without a word they turned away and stripped down and got into their posing straps. Tanner and Tommy and I wore our bikinis. One of the reasons Tanner was still using my bedroom instead of his was because of the mirrors we had installed when Rasheed was preparing for the bodybuilding contest. He didn't have them in his room. Tanner stepped to the middle of the room facing the mirrors, raised his arms and performed a double bicep pose. I think everyone in the room gasped in admiration. I heard Tommy mumble `Jesus' under his breath. "Here's how it's done" Tanner said. "Watch closely." Then he went smoothly through the seven compulsories that Rasheed had worked so hard at. "Got that?" he said, looking at the two twinks. "Now here's how I do it" he said. He went through the poses again, almost the same but different. This time he made movements, twisting his body and doing things with his hands making it licentious and steamy, lecherous but worshipful, touching his crotch and his muscles in the obscenest ways, putting on a show of such eroticism that we were all stunned. More than anything else, making love to his body in the most carnal way possible. It literally took my breath away, and the other guys as well. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Tanner laughed, as he saw the boy's eyes bugging out. Tommy's and mine too. "That was just to show you that there is more than one way to pose. I'll teach you the traditional way, but if you're interested, we'll check out alternate ways. Tommy can tell you that I'm pretty much of an expert. You'll learn from the best." ------------- For the next forty-five minutes he took the two of them through a posing routine. Those boys were not hugely muscled but with them and Tanner and Tommy showing off and posing, I had the show of a lifetime. I didn't stop drooling the whole time. And I couldn't keep my hand off my dick; it was even getting sore. "Okay, shower time" Tanner finally said. "We can't all fit in there, but I've done it with three. Tommy, you go ahead with your boys. Charlie and I will wait." "Ahhh, Tanner" Tommy said. "you ain't .... ahhh .... you ain't had much of a taste yet. I mean, the boys are here. They're ready." And I can tell you they were ready. Totally eager and completely obedient, they were ready for anything. They had really got into the posing and were really excited about it. "I brought them here for you" Tommy said. "A taste?" Tanner asked. "You know what I mean." "They're children, Tommy." The 'children', the boys in question just stood there watching, not quite sure what was going on. Tommy looked really surprised. "Come on Tanner, don't be a fool" he said. Yeah, death wish Tommy, calling Tanner a fool. "They're both virgins, Tanner. I been saving them for you." Jesus, Tommy'd been saving them? Saving their virgin asses for Tanner? Tanner just laughed. Now the boys knew what was going on. They were being offered to Tanner, and let me tell you, those were not looks of horror on their faces. Looked to me like they were looks of excitement. Hell yes they were excited. This was Tanner: the superman, the demigod; how could they not be excited. "They're still children, Tommy" he said. "Children, hell" Tommy said. "Just look at them. Ryan, go through your routine again. Come on, make it look good." Ryan had caught on quicker than David, and was going to be a good poser, so now he went very quickly through his routine. Did he know that he was just a piece of meat, as Tanner and Tommy watched him with lustful looks? It was probably my imagination, but I'd swear he wiggled his ass as he posed. "Let me tell you, Tanner. There ain't no children around looking like that" Tommy said when Ryan finished. "Ryan ain't no child, and neither is David. And they're yours. You don't take them, somebody else will." "And who will that be" Tanner laughed. "You?" "Well, I don't know?" he laughed. "I ain't into kids, but don't you think they're gorgeous? delectable? enticing? irresistible? You don't find this stuff every day." I couldn't believe that Ryan and David were just standing there while Tanner and Tommy talked about taking their virginity. But the truth, they both had come a long way in the past couple hours. Working out with Tanner at school, coming here and being exposed to Tanner's overwhelming aura. Neither Tanner nor Tommy nor I made any attempt to hide our relationship. I have no doubt they recognized that we were having sex with each other. They were getting quite an education. But did they want to be fucked by him.? Did they want it? I believed they did. They were hot and ready. "I don't fuck children, Tommy, and neither do you. Look but don't touch, that's the word. Now go shower." "Yes, sir" Tommy said with a laugh. When they came out of the bathroom Tanner told Tommy to get the boys on their way, but not to bother getting dressed himself. That came across clearly. There was no question about who was going to get fucked, and I saw a momentary look of surprise on Tommy's face which quickly changed to one of excitement. I, of course, was thrilled to be able to shower with Tanner again, being allowed to touch every inch of his glorious body. The boys were already gone when we got out of the bathroom. "Tanner, I don't want him in here" Tommy said. If you remember, I've said that I don't care much for Tommy, and it's clear he doesn't care much for me either. "I don't like the little creep watching." "Okay, Tommy" Tanner said. "Charlie won't mind." He turned to me. "Back into the bathroom, Charlie." "Can I go downstairs?" I asked. Tanner just stared at me without saying a word. Oops! I'd done it again. I turned and went back into the bathroom. "And close the door" Tommy said. So, I missed it. But I can tell you this, when they were finished Tommy was walking funny and had a big grin on his face. Comment appreciated. [email protected]

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Date: Fri, 22 Sep 2023 12:54:47 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter three This story has romance and sexual domination among concenting young men and adults It is for your personal use only and any transfer to another site is prohibited without consent. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Three Tanner had moved here barely a month ago, but he had me, and now Darrell as his fuck boys. Yes, we were his `fuckboys'. He claimed ownership and we pretty much belonged to him. But he was determined to increase his 'harem', as he called it. He had a list of hot guys he wanted to `acquaint' with his dominating personality, and maybe his fists, and most definitely his ten-inch schlong. At the top of his list was Rasheed the bodybuilder from our PE class. Or maybe it was Jim the linebacker from the football team that was at the top. There was also Larry the wrestler, and even Mr. Carson the chemistry teacher. I had no doubts that Tanner would be getting `acquainted' with these guys real soon and would probably be adding other names to his list. ✽✽✽ "Hey, Rasheed, where'd you get that big body?" Tanner asked as he stepped under the water in the shower. "You like it huh?" Rasheed said. "Maybe you want a piece of it." "What piece would that be?": Tanner asked, but of course everybody knew what Rasheed was going to say. "This one down here" Rasheed said, as he reached down and waggled his dick. All the boys in the shower laughed. He did have a healthy piece of meat down there, at least eight inches. The only one bigger than him in class was Tanner, and Tanner was noticeably bigger, and everybody had noticed. "Maybe you could make use of a real one like this" Tanner said as he grabbed his own dick. "This would look really good next to your black skin." That comment could have several meanings, but Rasheed did not take the bait. "This one gets a whole lot of action" he said, "and I ain't had no complaints." "You're lucky I didn't get there first" Tanner said. "Once they get a taste of this, they're never satisfied with anything less. And you know that everybody's less." All the boys laughed again. Everybody did know that Tanner was a lot bigger than anybody else because it was easy to see, and he certainly made no attempt to hide it. In fact, as conceited and vain as Tanner was, you had to know that he was flaunting it. Again, Rasheed did not take the bait, and just continued with his shower. I knew Tanner was disappointed. As they got back to their lockers Tanner walked up to Rasheed, his soft dick dangling down, and the towel thrown over his shoulder. "You want to measure?" he asked with a grin on his face. "No thanks. I don't need to" Rasheed said as he continued toweling himself off. He glanced down at Tanner's prick. "I know what you've got." "Oh, so you've noticed" Tanner said. "How could we help but notice" Rasheed said, "the way you prance around here with it hanging out all the time." Tanner had to laugh. "I guess it must turn you on, huh?" Rasheed didn't bother to respond but just finished drying off. "We should work out together sometime, Rasheed" Tanner said. "We could compare notes. I could show you a few things." Tanner and Rasheed stood out among all the boys in the class, in fact, among all the boys in the school. Both were heavily muscled with big chests and chiseled abs and enormous arms and legs. Both were very dedicated bodybuilders. Any football player in the school would give his right arm to be built like them. "You show me?" Rasheed said. "That's a laugh. But sorry man, I work out with my bros at that gym over on seventh." "How big is that arm anyway?" Tanner asked, stepping back and taking a good look. "Show me that bicep." "Seventeen inches, man" Rasheed said proudly as he flexed his left arm. "Seventeen fuckin inches." "Me too. Seventeen inches" Tanner said as he flexed in front of Rasheed's face. "We should work out here in the school weight room some time. What do you think? You afraid I'll show you up??" "You kidding?" he said. "You show me up? How about tomorrow?" "Okay, after sixth period tomorrow" Tanner said. So, Tanner set the plans in motion. ✽✽✽ Tanner was so brazen sometimes it was hard to believe. He had only been here a few weeks, but he'd been noticed, but how could he not. Big, muscled body which he flaunted with his uniform of snug t-shirts and shorts. And anybody that didn't notice his big package must have been blind. Within just three weeks he had made such an impression that he was followed around by all the cute girls in his class, and some of the jocks too. Tanner was fucking outrageous in his actions, constantly flexing his biceps for his admirers, and groping his dick all the time. But everybody, and I mean everybody, was in awe of him. He was about as perfect as any seventeen-year-old could be. Tanner decided to get Jim started in his `acquaint' program during lunch. The football players always sat at the same table in the lunchroom, and nobody dared join them. It just wasn't done. But Tanner went over and pushed Jerod, the wide receiver, aside and squeezed in between him and Jim. "Saw you on Friday, Jim" he said as he put his arm around him. "You were terrific. Three sacks in one game. That's probably a record." I said that Jim and Tanner hadn't met before, but everybody knew who Tanner was even though he'd only been here for a few weeks. Anybody sees Tanner even once doesn't forget him. Jim got a big smile on his face. "Thanks, Tanner. I appreciate that." "No sweat, man. You were great. We've got to get together sometime." "Sure, Tanner. Anytime" Jim said. Jerod was pissed for being pushed out of the way and started to say something. "Hey, man ...." Tanner got up and gave Jerod a pat on the back. "Thanks, man" he said. "See you around, Jim" he said as he gave Jim a pat as well and walked away. I could see that Jerod was really pissed now, because that pat on the back by Tanner was definitely condescending. I also couldn't help but notice that Tanner had an enormous bulge in his pants when he came back over and sat next to me. Hell, probably everybody noticed. "That was daring" I said, because I don't think anybody had ever dared push one of the football players aside before. "You know, that Jerod guy is pretty hot" he said, grinning at me, and I had to wonder. Another name added to the 'acquaint' list? "And Jim's even hotter than I remembered" he continued, "and he's hot for me." "He did seem to brighten up when he looked at you" I said, knowing it was a good idea to agree with Tanner. "I put my hand on his back and gave him a good feel, and he noticed. Yeah, he noticed. But what I really wanted was to grab that hot butt of his. Jesus, he's got a pretty ass. He makes me so fuckin hot." "Yeah, I noticed that too" I laughed. "It shows." He gave me a smile. "A bubble butt like that, just begging for my prick, how in the hell can I help it." "You better figure it out, because we've got to go back to class in a minute." That wasn't entirely true that he had to figure something out, because Tanner was into flaunting his best features, and that enormous cock was certainly one of them. So, he didn't mind at all walking down the hall with an enormous bulge in his pants. Hell, that was part of his reputation. "I may have to stop fucking around with Rasheed, because I've got to get into Jim's pants" he said. "But you're working out with him this afternoon" I said. "You've got it all set up. You can't cancel now." "Okay, okay" he said, grinning at me. "I suppose that ass will still be there when I get around to it." He gave Jim a wave as we left the lunchroom and Jim waved back. Jerod frowned at us. I had no doubts that Jim was going to become Tanner's `acquaint' very soon. Very, very soon. And, who knows, maybe Jerod as well. ✽✽✽ Tanner being Tanner, he had Coach Ratell wrapped around his finger, and had convinced him to close the weight room for this afternoon. So, it was going to be Tanner and Rasheed alone, except for me and Darrell. We were going to change weights for them. When we got to the weight room there was a kid there who said Rasheed had to finish an English test and would be twenty minutes late. I expected Tanner to explode, but he took it calmly and even thanked the kid. "Rasheed is definitely worth waiting for, Charlie. Those muscles of his turn me on like nobody's business. Getting him acquainted with my dick is going to be the most exciting thing I've done since I moved here." I guess he really was hot for Rasheed. Ordinarily he has no patience at all, so this was definitely unusual. "Come-on, Charlie. Let's go visit Mr. Carson" he said. Tanner sure as hell wasn't wasting any time. He only had four names on this current `acquaint' list and he'd already made the initial approach on two of them. Mr. Carson would be number three. "Hello, Mr. Carson" he said as we walked into the chemistry room. "That was a cool experiment you did last week. That puff of smoke scared the bejesus out of half of the class." Mr. Carson smiled at Tanner as he walked over to his desk and sat on the edge of it. Yes, he actually sat on the edge of the desk. Mr. Carson's smile changed to wariness. "I'm glad you liked it, Tanner. But, ahhh ... please don't sit on my desk." "Oh, sorry, man." Tanner flexed as he stood up, raising his elbows back and pushing his chest out, and then slowly moving into a double bicep, making it look like he was just stretching. Jesus, Tanner looked incredible when he did that. And, of course, he looked terribly intimidating too. You can bet Mr. Carson was intimidated. Tanner casually took a step closer, getting on Mr. Carson's side of the desk, forcing Mr. Carson to roll his chair back. Then he leaned his butt back against the desk and looked down at Mr. Carson from just a few feet away. He didn't quite sit on the desk, he only leaned against it. "What can I do for you, Tanner?" Mr. Carson asked as he rolled his desk chair away. "Nothing really" Tanner said. Then he subtly reached up and rubbed his hand through his hair, acting totally casual, but making his bicep and triceps bulge magnificently. Mr. Carson didn't gasp, but his eyes certainly got big in amazement. "I just wanted to tell you how much I liked your class." "Well, thank you. I'm glad." Mr. Carson stood up and took a step away, to get out from under Tanner's gaze. I could see that he was uncomfortable and wasn't quite sure how to deal with this audacious student. He looked to me like he was desperate to get away. I had to struggle to hold in my laughter, because Tanner had him completely unnerved. We'd been in the room for less than ninety seconds and Tanner was already bullying this teacher and demoralizing him. I was shocked and incredibly impressed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you get up" Tanner said apologetically as he stepped away from the desk and took hold of the desk chair. "Here, go ahead, Mr. Carson. Sit down." Mr. Carson was now in a quandary. He was completely flustered and confounded, but Tanner had apologized and seemingly was being helpful to let him set back down behind his desk. He would look foolish if he didn't set down. "Okay, ahhh.... thanks, Tanner" he said as he slowly stepped forward and sat back down in his chair. Tanner, who was standing behind the chair, moved his hands from the chair to Mr. Carson's shoulders. I'm not sure if he massaged them or just held them as he gently rolled the chair back up to the desk. As he let go of Mr. Carson's shoulders, I noticed that one of his hands rubbed across the back of Mr. Carson's neck. "Maybe I could stop by some afternoon and you could help me on some of this stuff, Mr. Carson. Could you do that?" "Wha .... Wha .... What? Ahhh .... Tanner" he stuttered. "Wha .... What do you need?" Just that quick he seemed to be completely subjugated and totally under Tanner's control. "Something big" Tanner said and then laughed as if he caught himself. "Sorry, I meant nothing big." He evidently thought he was being cute and subtle. As subtle as hitting someone over the head with a sludge hammer. And then the son-of-a-bitch reached down and groped himself. He did. He was fuckin outrageous. "I just wanted to know how you handle some situations. Some chemistry situations." "T-T-T-Tanner. You ...." Mr. Carson tried to say but couldn't even continue. I swear. Tanner was unbelievable. He was an absolute master of subtle seduction, or as he would say: getting guys into his `acquaint', but he also knew when to go for the jugular. Right now, he saw something in Mr. Carson's eyes that told him that he had already won, that he was in complete command. I could see it from across the room. He dropped the subtle approach completely. Reaching down and grabbing the hem of his T-shirt with both hands, he pulled it up and off, showing off his astonishing muscular upper body. Giving his biceps a quick flex, he handed the T-shirt to Mr. Carson. "Keep this for me, man, until Thursday." Grabbing Mr. Carson's chin with one hand he forced him to look up into his perpetually grinning face and reached down and started rubbing the outline of the enormous bulge in his pants. Can anybody be any more brazen than that? Obviously, he was positive he had Mr. Carson completely under his thumb. Mr. Carson's eyes got big as he looked up at this incredibly aggressive student, and he was literally shocked speechless. "We'll just get better acquainted, you and me, on Thursday afternoon' he said softly looking into Mr. Carson's eyes. There was absolutely no doubt in Mr. Carson's mind what Tanner had in mind. I actually saw him gulp. Continuing to rub his big bulge for a few seconds longer, Tanner finally turned away. "Four-thirty on Thursday, Mr. Carson" he said as we left the room. "I told you anybody that pretty had to be a fag" Tanner said to me as we left the room. "I had no doubts, and that's the kind of fag I like. One with a really pretty face." He gave me a pat on the butt in recognition. "I'm going to have fun on Thursday." I was simply in awe of him. He was brilliant. And I had no doubts either. No doubts that Mr. Carson was going to get `acquainted' with Tanner's dick on Thursday. No doubts whatsoever Three of the four on Tanner's list were now in the `acquaint' mode. One to go. "Let's go see Rasheed" he said, and we headed for the weight room. ✽✽✽ "Rasheed, my man" he said when we entered the weight room. "You in trouble with Mrs. Tractor?" Rasheed was all ready to go, dressed in his tank top, shorts and Reeboks, and he looked like he'd been sweating. "Hey, she likes me" he said, "so I stop by once in a while." "You help her out?" Tanner said. "Well, I guess a little brown nosing doesn't hurt anything." "You're just jealous" Rasheed said. We all laughed including Darrell who was sitting on the weight bench. "Brown nosing, or a little something on the side?" Tanner asked. "I said she likes me" Rasheed said with a sly grin. "She really likes me, if you know what I mean." And there was no doubt we knew what Rasheed meant. "Darrell," Tanner said. "You got gym shorts?" "Ahhh.... n-n-no T-T-Tanner" he answered. "Not here at school." "Strip down to your underwear then" Tanner said. "Charlie, get mine from my locker and get into yours." Tanner had left his shirt with Mr. Carson, so now he performed a double bicep pose, really crunching them. "What do you think, Rasheed" he said. "You think you can deal with this?" "No problem, bro" he said. "You ain't seen muscle until you've seen mine." "Well, take your shirt off then, and show me" Tanner said. "I forgot and left mine in the chemistry lab." "You what?" Rasheed asked. "Yeah," Tanner laughed. "I was showing Mr. Carson my pretty body." "Talk about brown nosing" Rasheed said. "Sounds like you're pretty good at it." The door to the locker room was open so I was listening to them talking as I quickly got into my gym shorts. I heard Tanner say: `Darrell, move your ass. Strip down like I told you'. Darrell answered instantly: `okay T-T-Tanner'. I didn't hear Rasheed say anything, but I had to wonder what he thought about Darrell's nervousness. I didn't bother with a shirt and when I re-entered the weight room I saw that Tanner was naked, Rasheed was pulling off his shirt and Darrell was getting out of his pants. Rasheed simply took my breath away, leaving me gasping. He was spectacular. Bigger and even more defined than Tanner, which was hard to believe. And I mean, really big. Every single muscle on his body was bulging perfectly, and he wasn't even pumped. I don't think he was anyway, because we hadn't started yet. The cuts between his muscle groups were simply unbelievable. He couldn't possibly have had an ounce of fat on his body. "Jesus, fuckin Christ" Tanner said in awe. Yeah, Tanner said that. And you can bet that it took a hell of a lot to impress Tanner. "You are fuckin incredible." I handed Tanner his shorts and he slipped into them going commando. "You want to concede right now?" Rasheed asked. "You ain't got a snowballs chance in hell of beating me." "I don't concede to nobody" Tanner said, "but, Christ, how the hell do you get a body like that?" "Hard work, man. Hard work," he said. "Darrell, what the fuck is that?" Tanner barked. "Boxer shorts?" Darrell was standing there in just a pair of baggy boxer shorts looking totally ridiculous. I mean, he was really built. Not like Tanner or Rasheed, but quite a hunk. So, why would he wear those silly looking baggy shorts? He jumped when Tanner spoke. "Only assholes wear baggy shorts like that" Tanner said. "Ahhh .... ahhh .... s-s-sorry" Darrell stuttered. He stood there actually shaking while Tanner glared at him. Man, had Tanner ever done the job on him. He was terrified of Tanner. I swear he was about to pee his pants. "Well, get out of them" Tanner snapped. "I can't stand to look at them." Darrell seemed to be frozen there for the moment and didn't move. "Charlie, you got something he can wear?" "Ahhh ... not really" I said. "I .... I .... ahhh .... no. Sorry, Tanner, I don't have anything." I could be nervous around Tanner as well, because I know he didn't like anybody saying no to him. He says he doesn't even recognize the word `no'. "Well, get out of the damn things anyway" he snapped at Darrell. "We'll just have to look at that dinky pecker of yours." Darrell pulled off his boxers and stood back up in the nude. He was completely soft and fearful of Tanner as well, so his dick looked to be an inch or an inch and a half long. Dinky was the word. But, how was Rasheed taking this? He had what might be called a bemused look on his face. Somehow, he did not seem to be surprised at Darrell's actions. "This kid belong to you?" he asked, looking at Tanner. All three of us froze. Darrell and me, and Tanner too. There was a long pause, and then Tanner started laughing. "Darrell's my buddy," he said. "You know I've only been here a couple weeks, so I'm finding my way around. Darrell's helping me out. Ain't you Darrell?" "Y-y-yeah, s-s-sure, T-T-Tanner" Darrell stuttered. I'm .... I'm .... I'm your buddy. I help you out." "I'll bet he helps you" Rasheed said with a smirk on his face. I gasped, because there was no question of the meaning behind those words. Rasheed knew what was going on. "I'll bet he's helping you a lot" he sneered. "Smart guy aren't you" Tanner snapped, and it wasn't friendly. "So smart that you worked out before I got here, just to try to show me up." "Huh" Rasheed said, with a shocked look on his face. "What?" "You're sweaty, Rasheed. You think I'm blind or just stupid that I couldn't see that you were sweating, and you had pumped up your muscles before I got here." he growled. "You trying to embarrass me or impress me?" He walked over in front of Rasheed, looking him right in the face. "Hey, man. Wait a minute" Rasheed started to say. "You're a damn showoff, Rasheed, and a conceited jerk" Tanner said, right in his face. "And you know what? I don't like conceited jerks." "Hey, man. Calm down" Rasheed said. "Cool it. So, I worked out a little to get a pump. It ain't no big deal. I just wanted to look good." My thought was: `wanted to look good'? Why? He wanted to look good for Tanner? "You tried to make me look bad, Rasheed, and nobody does that to me." Tanner was standing nose to nose with Rasheed, and he was furious. I could see his hands clenching and unclenching. "Hey man, calm down" Rasheed said, and he actually put his hands on Tanner's shoulders. "I'm sorry man. I didn't mean to upset you." "Get your fuckin hands off of me" Tanner snapped at him. "Okay, okay, Tanner. I said I was sorry" he said. "Back off, man." "Back off? Back off?" Tanner yelled. Yeah, he was yelling now. "What do you mean back off?" "Hey, man. Please" Rasheed said, beginning to realize how angry Tanner really was. "Take it easy. I don't want to fight with you." "Well, maybe I want to fight with you, you son-of-a-bitch" Tanner shouted and gave Rasheed a push, forcing him to step back. "I'm about to tear you a new asshole." Here we go again. Tanner and his terrible temper. I could see he was getting hotter by the second. He already told me he thought Rasheed was a wimp and he could handle him easily, and I believed it. And right now, Rasheed was trying his damnedest to calm Tanner down because he probably also knew that Tanner could take him. "Charlie, can you help me here" Rasheed said turning to me in desperation. "Can you calm him down?" That was kind of a laugh because there was no way I'd even get close to Tanner when he was this angry. "Charlie, you and Darrell get the fuck out of here" Tanner yelled at me. "Me and Rasheed gonna have a talk." Darrell grabbed his clothes and was out the door in two seconds and I was right behind him. We went into the locker room and I closed the door. Darrell was dressed and gone in about another two seconds. I never saw anybody move that fast. But I was there in the locker room, and I wanted to know what was going on. I put my ear to the door. I didn't hear anything at first, but then Tanner's voice shouting. I couldn't hear what he was saying but I could tell he was still angry. Then it was quiet for the longest time. Then there was a bang. Something fell over, and my best bet is it was Rasheed. Then there was just silence. I desperately wanted to open the door and see what was going on, but I knew I didn't dare. Tanner told us to get out and when Tanner says something he really means it, more than you can imagine. I knew he'd tear my head off if I dared to open the door. The silence went on and on and on, and I had to wonder what was happening. I remembered Darrell. Tanner complained that Darrell gave in so quickly that it really wasn't any fun beating him up. Was Tanner beating Rasheed up? I should hear yelling if he was. Damn, I wanted to open the door. Maybe Tanner was having his fun and Rasheed just wasn't a screamer. Beating people up was fun for Tanner because he loved hurting people. That seemed to be his favorite hobby. So even though Darrell had been endlessly begging him to stop, he kept right on stomping him for another twenty minutes or so. Just for the fun of it. So, I sat in front of the door and just waited as the silence continued. Then the door started to open, and I had to scramble out of the way. It was Tanner and he was now completely dressed with a shirt on. I could see that he was wearing Rasheed's shirt. "Let's go" he said, and I scurried along after him. "Rasheed's coming over to your house tonight" he said. "About nine o'clock." ✽✽✽ Darrell was sitting on the stoop when we arrived at my house. Darrell may have taken off when he had the chance from the school weight room, but he knew he had to bring Tanner's backpack, and there was simply no way he would dare stand Tanner up. "Darrell my Man" Tanner said jovially, and as Darrell stood up, he fluffed his hair. I opened the door and stepped back. Tanner let Darrell go first and gave him a couple pats on the butt as he entered. Then he grabbed on and gave him a good grope and a squeeze. Now, if that is not a clear sign of ownership, I don't know what is. Darrell did not seem to react at all. "How you doin my man?" Tanner asked. "I'm doing fine, Tanner" he said. "Or you want I should call you Master?" "Don't matter, babe, now that you're my bud" he said and smiled. Darrell smiled back. I swear to god, he did. He smiled at Tanner. What the fuck? What happened to the fear? Without saying anything, Tanner headed up the stairs. Darrell pushed me. Yeah, he actually pushed me aside deliberately and followed Tanner. Son of a bitch. This was going to be a real problem. He may have been Tanner's lackey, but he was still a hunk, and I was still a wimp. "You still my punk, Darrell?" Tanner asked as we entered my bedroom. "Huh?" "Sure, Tanner" he said. "Of Course." "Show me." Darrell immediately got down on his knees and kissed Tanner's feet. "Good boy," Tanner laughed as he pulled him back to his feet. "But just you remember. You may be my bud now, but don't forget that you'll always be my bitch." (Bitch?) I didn't figure that would go over well with Darrell, because Tanner had never used that word before. Calling him a bitch? And I was right, it didn't go over well. I saw a look of surprise on Darrell's face. "Bitch?" Darrell said in surprise. "I'm supposed to be your ...." Tanner immediately reacted and grabbed Darrell's chin making him look him in the eye. "You are my bitch, babe" he snapped with obvious annoyance as he squeezed Darrell's cheeks painfully. "You're my bitch and my cocksucker and ...., and my fuckin slave. And don't you fuckin forget it." "Okay, Tanner, okay, I'm sorry" he said quickly, recognizing his mistake. "I'm sorry" he repeated. "I'm your Master," Tanner growled. "I'll call you my bitch or my cunt or my fuck hole or any other damn thing I want to." You see how volatile Tanner can be? Just the slightest look, and barely a hint of disagreement from Darrell and Tanner is steaming. "Tanner, please" Darrell said, shocked at Tanner's violent reaction. "Please. I'm sorry. Tanner, I'm sorry." "Get on your fuckin knees and tell me you're my bitch" Tanner snapped. Darrell immediately dropped to his knees. "I'm your bitch, Master" Darrell said, now pleading with Tanner. (Master again?). "Yes, I'm your bitch." "Don't piss me off like that, Darrell" Tanner said as he pulled him back to his feet again, "because that really pisses me off." Then he laughed at his own gaff. Darrell gave an audible gasp of relief. Tanner leaned forward and gave Darrell a quick peck on the lips. I gasped. Tanner had done the same thing to me, and I didn't understand it then and I didn't understand it now. Tanner was as straight and as butch, and as dominant and powerful as anybody could be. He was the epitome of masculinity, the absolute opposite of anything feminine. Did straight guys kiss guys? Tanner did. "You don't think a man can kiss" he snapped at me. Uh-O, I thought. He heard me gasp. I was in deep shit. I didn't say anything immediately because I didn't know what to say, but Tanner grabbed Darrell by the neck and jerked him forward and latched onto his lips. Dragging Darrell's head around, taking total control, he started kissing aggressively and began trying to stick his tongue down Darrell's throat. Tanner kept the kiss going, roughly. Very roughly. They were going to have bruised lips when this was over. Darrell didn't react except with surprise at first. But as the kiss went on and on, he reached his arms around Tanner and started hugging him and rubbing his hands up and down his back. The son-of-a-bitch was feeling Tanner's muscled lats. I couldn't believe that the kiss went on and on, for at least five minutes. I just stood there stupefied and angry, knowing I couldn't do anything or say anything. As the kiss went on, I got tears in my eyes. I desperately wanted to be where Darrell was right now. On the receiving end of that kiss. It just wasn't fair. Just to make it worse, Darrell's hands never stopped, moving from Tanner's rounded deltoids down almost to his butt, and back up again, feeling those amazing muscles. After what seemed like forever, Tanner broke the kiss. Then looking into Darrell's eyes from only inches away with a shit-eating grin on his face, he said: "you want to blow me, baby?" "Shit, yes, Tanner. Yes", Darrell gasped breathlessly. "Yes, if you want." He was so turned on by the kiss he would have done anything for Tanner at that moment. Tanner started to laugh. "Sorry, babe, but not today" he said. "Rasheed's coming over later, so you're going to have to wait. Besides somebody here is getting jealous and wouldn't want to watch you blowing me." They both looked over at me as Tanner laughed. Of course, I was jealous. I was also furious, and of course they could tell that the top of my head was about to blow off. Yes, I was furious from what I was seeing, but what make it even worse was that with Tanner, I couldn't do anything about it. I didn't dare say a word. "Fuck him" Darrell said dismissively. "Not Today" Tanner laughed. "Rasheed's coming." Tanner leaned forward and gave Darrell another peck on the lips and reached around behind him and gave him a good squeeze on his ass. Did Darrell wiggle his ass when Tanner groped him? I know he didn't, but it pissed me off just the same that he might have been thinking of it. "Get out of here, Darrell" Tanner chuckled. "I'll see you in school tomorrow." Darrell disappointed me and pissed me off again by remembering. He dropped to his knees and gave Tanner a kiss on the crotch of his cutoffs. Looking up into Tanner's eyes with this big grin, he said: "Thank you, Master." Tanner chuckled and fluffed his hair in a friendly way. He was really pleased. Jesus, Darrell annoys the shit out of me. As Darrell left, Tanner turned to me. "You, my little pipsqueak, are going to get yourself in trouble" he said with a frown. That frown scared the shit out of me. "Please, Tanner. Please don't" I gasped. "I'm sorry." "Please don't what?" he growled. "Please don't ...." I pleaded. "Please don't ...." I wasn't sure myself what I meant. "Please Tanner, don't hurt me" I whimpered. He kept frowning at me, evidently trying to scare the shit out of me, and it was working. It was most definitely working. Then he smiled. "Don't worry, Charlie" he said through his smile. "You'll always be my number one bud." I gasped in relief. "But" he snapped, "jealousy or not, I won't put up with any shit from you. Get over here." I'd been sitting on the side of my bed but now I hesitantly got up and walked over to him. He grabbed my hair and gave it a jerk, and then he put his fist into my belly. I went `Ooof' as the breath was knocked out of me. You see what I mean? Tanner never lets the least hint of disrespect go by. Never, never. He may say I'm his best friend but that doesn't mean we are equals. Tanner is still a god, and I'm still a wimp. He is the Master and I remain his puppy. And his lackey. He gave me barely a minute to recover before he said: "Get me undressed, babe." My stomach was hurting but I knew I had to obey him. Getting up on my knees I turned to him and started getting his shoes and socks off. I'd started working out since I'd met Tanner, but it had only been a month and I had no abdominal muscles to speak of, so that fist to the stomach hurt. Obviously, Tanner didn't care, because when I didn't move quickly enough to get up, he growled at me. "Get the fuck up here and get me undressed" he growled. I got up and got him out of his shirt and shorts. Tears were dripping down my cheeks, but I didn't say anything. "Strip" he said as he went over and sat in the beanbag chair and turned on the TV. I slowly removed my clothes, and then crawled onto the bed holding my stomach. ✽✽✽ It was just nine o'clock when the doorbell rang, and I heard Tanner turn off the TV and get out of the chair and come over to the bed. Then he grabbed me by the hair and jerked me around to face him. As I looked up at him through glassy eyes, I saw that he was still angry. "I said you were my number one boy, you little prick, and you're damn lucky" he said, glaring at me and holding my head up by my hair. "But if you're going to be special with me, you damn well better act special. Don't you ever give me any shit again." "Yes, T-T-Tanner" I whispered contritely, my voice shaking. "I'm sorry, Tanner." "You may be my best bud" he growled at me, "but I think it's about time you called me Master." He gave my hair a jerk. "Yes, M-M-Master" I mumbled. "You watch your ass from now on" he snapped. "Remember that you belong to me, I damn well don't belong to you." Then he turned and headed down the stairs. If I was crying before, I was really crying now. Tanner was furious with me and I hated it. I hated him being mad at me. He was obviously disappointed as well because of my stupid actions. After all, he picked me to be his best friend and I let him down by being jealous. What right did I have to be jealous? There is no way I can object to anything he does or anybody he does it with. I've said all along that Tanner is a god, and I'm a little nobody, and I don't even deserve his friendship. But what I now realized was that that was not the way I acted. My mistake was thinking and acting as if he were just my friend, my equal. He wasn't just my friend, he was my god. Yes, I loved him, but more than that, what I needed to do was to worship him. I don't think he cared if I loved him because he certainly had never asked for it, but I was finally beginning to understand that he expected and demanded that I show him respect and ... and ... total obedience. Well, let me tell you, from this moment on it was going to be total worship. Total and complete devotion to him. I'd give him everything I had. My biggest fear now was that he would dump me. I still loved him, of course I loved him, and if he dumped me I think I'd die. Somehow, I had to make it up to him for my fuckup. I had to convince him that I was the best lackey, the best bootlicker or ass-kisser or whatever that he'd ever had. I'd do anything, absolutely anything to avoid losing him. I heard murmuring for a while, but I couldn't tell what was being said. But a few minutes later they came into my bedroom. Tanner was almost naked as usual, wearing only those spandex type of stretch bikinis, baby blue today. Rasheed was not wearing a shirt, but I saw that Tanner had thrown it over his own shoulder. Rasheed and Tanner standing next to each other was simply astonishing. Perfectly enormous, but perfectly proportioned muscles, perfectly defined, they showed absolute perfection in youthful human beings. "Charlie, get your butt over here and get Rasheed naked" Tanner ordered me. My stomach still hurt but right now, if Tanner had told me to jump off a building, I would have done it. I got on my knees and removed Rasheed's shoes and socks. When I reached up to remove his shorts, he slapped my hands away. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his shorts and then let me peal them down over his massive thighs. He was wearing a pair of red briefs underneath. "Charlie" Tanner said, as I headed back to lie down. "On top of my dresser there's a blue colored tube that says 'hot oil' on it. Go get it." It took me a couple seconds to comprehend what he said. I was to go across the street to his house and get something from his bedroom? Did I say I'd jump off a building for him? I looked for my shorts. "You don't need to get dressed" Tanner said. "Just go." "Tanner, please. Your father's there" I said in shock. "What will he think?" This was a bit much even for me, going across the street in my underwear. "What the fuck did I just tell you?" Tanner asked, giving me a dirty look. "Haven't you learned anything?" Shit. I just couldn't do anything right with Tanner. "Move it" he growled. "If you're not back in five minutes you're going to know what hurt really means." Shit, shit, shit. My stomach still hurt from the last time, and Tanner was threatening to do it again. How in the hell do I get myself into these predicaments? It was becoming impossible for me to keep on Tanner's good side. But right now, I took off down the stairs. We live on a quiet residential street so there's seldom any traffic, but now, of course, a car was coming, and I had to wait for it to pass. And, of course, it was filled with teenagers. The one in the front seat yelled through the window 'nice panties kid' while the one in back yelled 'where's you diaper little boy'. They were all laughing like crazy. I didn't recognize any of them and hoped to hell they didn't recognize me. I ran across the street to Tanner's house. I had only been in there twice before, but I remembered the lay out. Tanner had a way of climbing up a tree to the roof and then into his bedroom window, but there was no way I could climb a tree in my bare feet. Besides, I didn't have any time. I could see his father through the window sitting in front of the TV but I didn't know where his mother was, but I had to chance it. I ran around back, and quietly entered through the kitchen. As quietly as possible I got up the stairs to Tanner's room. There was nothing I could do about the squeaky stairs, so I just held my breath and hoped for the best. I found the tube, 'Sensual strawberry flavored body oil, brand name: 'Hot Oil'. I grabbed the tube and headed back downstairs, and luck was with me because I didn't see either his mother or his father. I ran out the back door and back across the street to my house. Thank God, no cars this time. But, Mrs. Ranger, from two doors down was out on her porch watching me, so I knew she'd tell my mother. That is if she doesn't call the police first. I'd have to be ready with some kind of excuse for my mom. But that was the least of my worries because it was a lot easier keeping my mother happy than it was Tanner. I was out of breath when I ran up the stairs to my room, but I knew it hadn't been five minutes yet. At least I could do something right for Tanner. He didn't even acknowledge me when I entered the room, but just held up his hand so I could give him the tube. Rasheed was sitting on the side of the bed, and Tanner was sitting cross legged on the floor in front of him. They were just talking. I wanted to lie on the bed but had to settle for the beanbag chair. "Okay, get up" Tanner said to Rasheed as he stood up. Opening the tube of oil, he squeezed a line across Rasheed's chest, and then started massaging it around, coating Rasheed's chest evenly. And: WOW. And again: WOW. If I thought Rasheed's chest was amazing before, it was a hundred times better oiled up. It was simply astonishing. His black skin gleamed showing his enormous physique and his amazing definition at its absolute best. He'd deserve the top prize in any bodybuilding contest he cared to enter. "You are absolutely gorgeous, Rasheed" Tanner said. Yeah, I know, it's hard to believe. Tanner the bully saying that. I couldn't believe it either. Tanner poured some oil into his hands and then rubbed it up and down one of Rasheed's massive seventeen-inch arms. When Tanner finished oiling Rasheed's upper body, he stepped back. "Okay, show me" he said. Rasheed performed a 'front double bicep' and then a 'most muscular'. I don't even know how to describe him. He simply left me breathless. An astonishing vision, glistening, perfectly enormous, perfectly shaped and defined muscles, and somehow looking even more perfect for his dark brown, almost black skin. He left Tanner breathless too I think. "Yes, absolutely gorgeous" he repeated. Rasheed, of course, was having the time of his life. Muscle bound Tanner telling him he was gorgeous. "Thanks, Tanner" he said, showing this enormous smile which just made him look even more gorgeous. "Charlie, get over here and do Rasheed's legs" and I jumped to obey. In a way this could almost be funny, because, as much as Tanner admired Rasheed, he wasn't about to get down on his knees in front of him. Tanner gave me the cream and I coated Rasheed's legs with the oil. I loved it. Hey, I love muscles, even when they're not on Tanner. And Rasheed's thighs were to die for. Rasheed had stripped down to just a posing strap, like you'd see in a contest, and I accidentally on purpose bumped his crotch half a dozen times while putting on the oil. He finally said: "Watch your fuckin hands, creep." I just smiled at him. Then it was Tanners turn. Rasheed took the oil and carefully and I must say, lovingly, smoothed it all over Tanner's amazing physique. He did not ask me to do Tanner's legs but got down on the floor and did it himself. Just looking at their incredible bodies made me hard but seeing Rasheed on his knees in front of Tanner made me even harder. Then, for the next fifteen minutes, Tanner and Rasheed looked and touched. Each performing various poses for each other and then rubbing their hands over each other's muscles. It was so fucking erotic I almost shot in my undies. Tanner had no problem getting down on his knees when it came time to feel up Rasheed's massive quads. He was every bit as wild about Rasheed's muscles as I was. "So, what's your decision?" Tanner finally said. "I said I'd let you decide. You going to fight me for it?" I had no clue what they were talking about, so it had to be something they decided while they were in the school weight room. "Get rid of the creep, Tanner" Rasheed said, looking over at me. Me? The creep? Motherfucker! But I knew Tanner never allows anybody tell him what to do, so I waited for an explosion. "Charlie. Out" Tanner said. Alright, so I'm sometimes wrong. I got out. Actually, I went into the bathroom and held the door open a crack. Tanner and Rasheed. The two muscliest guys from school at each other's throats. This was simply too good to miss. "Answer my question, muscle boy" Tanner said. "We gonna wrestle for it or what?" "Listen, Tanner" Rasheed said. "I heard about Jay and Evan. I saw them after you were done with them." "Little shits, shouldn't have dissed me." "And Darrell too." "What do you know about Darrell?" Tanner asked in surprise. "I don't need to know anything" Rasheed said. "I could see it. You must have whipped his ass good." Tanner chuckled. He still had fond memories of kicking the crap out of Darrell. "So you're chickening out?" "I ain't chicken, Tanner, but I ain't stupid either" he said. "I ain't gonna fight you." "Too bad" Tanner chuckled. "I woulda loved kicking your ass." "But, Tanner ..." he started to say. "No, buts" Tanner interrupted. "You belong to me. That's the deal. I own you." "Okay, Tanner" Rasheed said. "Okay, but you've got to promise ...." "I'll promise shit" Tanner said. "You'll do what the fuck I tell you. Now kiss" he said. After a moment I heard an audible kiss, and as I peeked through the crack in the door, I saw Rasheed kissing Tanner's right pectoral muscle. Tanner had his hand on the back of Rasheed's head, but Rasheed didn't seem to be objecting. "Now lick it" Tanner ordered and Rasheed started to lick. Raspberry flavored oil? Or was it strawberry? Now I knew why. I saw Tanner drop his hand from Rasheed's head, but Rasheed continued licking the big slab of muscle on his own, and there was no question he was enjoying it. He kept at it for several minutes, and when ordered, he moved to the other side. I was in awe. I didn't know what the deal was that they made, but Tanner, as always, was completely in charge. I wondered about Rasheed refusing to fight him, and my best bet was that Tanner was disappointed. He loved fighting. He loved hurting people. So, I know he would have loved having Rasheed down on the floor screaming for mercy while he worked him over. "You need to grow some hair" Tanner chuckled. "Give me something to hold on to." Rasheed had his hair cut right to the scalp, so it looked more like a shadow on his head instead of actual hair. But it looked damn good on him. Rasheed not only had that amazing physique, but he was incredibly handsome as well. "Yeah, right, Tanner" Rasheed said sarcastically. "I'll grow it out, just for you." He chuckled too. He was enjoying this. Again, I don't know what the deal was between them, but it seemed that Rasheed was enjoying being under Tanner's control. "Okay, baby, you know what you gotta do" Tanner said. He called Rasheed baby? Somehow it just seemed incongruous for muscle hunk Rasheed. But for Tanner, I think that was a sign of indulgence. A sign of ownership. He was staking his claim. "I don't need to tell you. Get down there and do it." As I peeked through the door, I saw Rasheed get down on his knees and pull Tanner's skimpy bikini down and off. Did my eyes bug out? Damn right they did. Rasheed on his knees in front of Tanner? Wow! Tanner was probably as hard as he ever had been, with all the foreplay and the muscle worship, so his prick shot up like a jack-in-the-box when Rasheed pulled the bikini down. Rasheed took hold of it and pried it down to eye level and took it into his mouth. Just like that. Boom, boom, boom. No argument, no hesitation, he just took it into his mouth. Tanner's pervasive grin looked like it was changing into a look of absolute joy. But why not? A hunky beefcake like Rasheed kneeling at his feet with his dick in his mouth? That had to be heavenly. "Look at me, baby" Tanner exulted, that look of joy getting even bigger. "Look at me. I want to see your eyes. I want to see your face while you're sucking on my dick." I know how much pleasure I got from seeing a blissful look on Tanner's face while I was sucking him, so I had to wonder what Rasheed was thinking when he looked up into his eyes. Did he feel honored like I did? "Way to go, man. Way to go" Tanner said as Rasheed looked up at him, his mouth stretched wide over that enormous dick. There was no doubt Rasheed knew what he was doing. This most definitely was not the first blowjob he'd ever given. "That's it, muscle boy. That's it. Suck on that mutha" Tanner exulted. Then Rasheed swallowed it. I swear to God he did. All the way to the root. Why in the hell am I the only guy that can't do that? Pulling back and taking a breath, he did it again. And then again. I was shocked. Tanner howled. "Aaaaaaa .... ssshit" Tanner wailed. Tanner may be a god, but he obviously has some human frailties as well, because as I watched, I saw his body jerk and shudder, and then, with a look of surprise on his face he yelled: "Aaaaaaaaa Shhhhiiiit" again. And he came. He couldn't hold back. "Shit, shit, shit" he yelled as he fired into Rasheed's mouth. He grabbed on to Rasheed's ears and seemed to be holding on for dear life, because Rasheed was gobbling up his cum like gangbusters, and obviously enjoying it. "You god-damn cocksucker" Tanner shouted in euphoria, and I now saw him push his hips forward, pushing his prick in and out of Rasheed's mouth a couple times. Rasheed did not seem to react at all; with his hands on Tanner's butt, he just kept right on swallowing. Tanner was holding him there by his ears, and it looked like Rasheed had damn near the whole thing down his throat and he wasn't choking. The fucker. He wasn't choking at all. Then Tanner let go and Rasheed pulled back, but not all the way. He was looking up at Tanner as he held the head of his prick in his mouth and was evidently licking it. "You, fucker" Tanner laughed as his whole body shuddered in delight. He put his hand on Rasheed's forehead and pushed him away. "You gotta know I'm sensitive after I cum" he laughed. Rasheed was smiling. Yeah, he was. He knew he was torturing Tanner, and he was enjoying it. Pushing Tanner's hand away, he grabbed Tanner's dick again and put his mouth back on it. Tanner laughed and said through his laughter: "no, no, no", as Rasheed kept teasing him. I suppose Rasheed had his hand on his own prick the whole time, but who's to notice? My eyes were glued to Tanner's dick in his mouth. But now, I saw Rasheed jerking up a storm on his dick, and almost immediately it started to squirt. Shooting a couple feet in the air like a fire hose, once, twice and three times, I was amazed. Hell, that must have been a record for distance. Jesus, was he ever turned on. I could hear him moaning as he fired but he didn't take his mouth off of Tanner's dick. And then it was over. Well, almost. I'd had my hand on my dick the whole time, but now I jerked it only once and started shooting. Hell yes, just one jerk. Seeing those two hunks go at it, how could I possibly not shoot my own wad. I forced myself to remain completely silent. As I fired my final shot, I quietly closed the bathroom door. Comments appreciated. [email protected]

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Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2023 13:19:56 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter Sixteen This story contains body worship and rough sex between consenting gay men. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Sixteen Okay, okay, okay. So I really fucked up. I really, really, really fucked up. It sure sounded to me like he gave us permission. He said: 'you boys go play'. Play? Play at what? I thought he meant we could go fuck. But how stupid could I be? This is Tanner, for god's sake. Obviously, I didn't have my brain turned on. As I've said many times, Tanner is a god. But he knows he's a god, and he demands that his followers treat him like a god. Of course, he is vain and conceited as you would expect, but his boys love him because he is vain and conceited. That's what makes him Tanner. So, how could I, for even one second, believe that, as one of his boys, I had the right to have sex with someone else, particularly one of his other boys, without his explicit approval. I've said several times that Tanner owns me and how much I love belonging to him, so how could I have forgotten that? He said: 'you boys go play', and that's what we did. I pushed Darrell down in the beanbag chair and gave him the blowjob of the century. God, I love his dick. But, anyway, I have no excuse whatsoever for reading something into that that wasn't there. You know what? No matter how hard I try, and I really do try hard; no matter how hard I try I always fuck up with Tanner. I'd give my right arm for him if he asked, but instead, I fuck up and get him angry with me. As much as it frightens me to think it, I sometimes wonder why he puts up with me. I don't deserve him. Tanner and Rasheed were still in the bathroom when I finished blowing Darrell. They had both jerked off during the piss scene and were supposed to be just taking a shower. It seemed to be taking a long time, so I went and peeked. And you won't believe what I saw. You simply won't believe it. Tanner was on his knees next to the shower and Rasheed was standing in front of him and they both were looking at themselves in the mirror. Rasheed was flexing his massive arms, the double bicep pose, and here was the amazing thing, the part that you won't believe. Rasheed's very hard dick was bouncing on Tanner's face and Tanner was licking at his balls. The look on Rasheed's face was indescribable. I mean, he's the most gorgeous guy around to begin with, but now, with muscle god Tanner lapping away at his balls and looking at him in the mirror with worshipful eyes with his dick in his face, he looked awesome. I heard Tanner moan in passion as Rasheed changed to a 'most muscular' pose and his dick bounced up and back down, slapping in Tanner's face. Anybody would want to worship Rasheed; he was so spectacular, but to see Tanner doing it; Tanner the muscle god, Tanner the omnipotent, that was simply beyond belief. But in fact, Tanner worshiped muscles. He worshiped his own muscles. Those muscles were what made him and allowed him to be the dominant stud that he was. He knew what it took to obtain a body like Rasheed's and like his, so he could appreciate it like nobody else. Rasheed may have been a smidgen smaller than him, but his physique, being contest ready, was sheer perfection. Tanner knew all about worshiping muscles, so I guess it's no real surprise that he would want to worship Rasheed. I carefully closed the bathroom door and went back and cuddled up with Darrell again. It was a while before they finally came out, and from the satisfied look on his face, my best bet was that Rasheed got one hell of a blowjob. He was beaming like the sun. Tanner glanced over at me and Darrell in the beanbag chair for only a second, didn't say a word but just grabbed his clothes and left the room. I was surprised. Was he mad? Rasheed didn't get dressed either but grabbed his stuff and hurried to catch up with Tanner. I jumped out of the chair and ran across the hall to look out the window. Tanner was walking across the street, totally nude. I know it was after dark, but even so I couldn't believe it. I think my heart skipped a beat. Hell, I know it did. Tanner was mad. It was obvious. I saw that Rasheed was getting dressed on my front walk. Then he walked away. Darrell came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. I had tears in my eyes, and I sobbed once. "Darrell, we fucked up" I said. "No" he said in surprise. "No. He said go. He said it was okay." "He's mad, Darrell. No question about it. He's mad." "But .... but .... but" was all Darrell could say. "You'd better go, Darrell. We'll talk tomorrow." ------------- So, I cried. Hell yes, I cried. He must have been furious with us to just walk out like that. I could only wonder if I'd really lost him for good this time. How could I have been so stupid? How could I, for even one second, think he would share me with somebody else. That would be like accepting seconds, and there was nothing about Tanner that was second best. No matter what I thought he said, it was crazy to think that demigod Tanner would share his harem boys with anyone. I was crying when I went to bed, but I did finally get to sleep late in the morning. So I was sound asleep at 10:00 when Tanner banged in. Tanner always worked out early on Saturdays and came over at ten. "Tanner" I said with pleasure as I woke up and saw him there. But, one second later I remembered. And besides, Tanner was not smiling. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. He just stood there for a moment, not saying anything. And he was angry. It was very clear that he was angry. "Well, get the fuck over here" he growled at me. I got out of bed and got on my knees in front of him with bowed head and my hands clasped behind my back. A true submissive's pose. "Look at me" Tanner said. I looked up at him. He hit me, a good solid slap. (whap) I was prepared, so I didn't make a sound. "Get your chin up" he growled at me. "Look me in the eye." I looked up and stared into his eyes. He hit me again, on the same cheek. "Master ...." I started to say. "Shut the fuck up" he snapped. "And get your god damn head up." I raised my head again and looked into his face. My eyes were blurred with tears now. Tears of embarrassment and tears from the stinging on my cheek. "You little son-of-a-bitch" he said to me. "After all I've given you." I was hurting, both physically and mentally, but I didn't move. I didn't cry either, at least not yet. My eyes were filled with tears, but I just looked up into his face, knowing more punishment was coming. He kicked off his shoes, and then took off his tank top and his shorts. This was a slap in the face as well, because he never did that. Never! He always had me undress him. "What a disappointment you are" he growled at me. "I actually thought you were going to be my good friend, my buddy. My supporter and helper. Someone I could depend upon." Now the tears really started dripping down my cheeks. I wasn't crying yet, but I was close. "Do you have anything to say?" he growled. "I love you, Master" I said softly. He hit me, on the other cheek. "You dare to say that?" he snapped. "You dare to say you love me?" "I truly love you, Master" I replied. He hit me again, on that same cheek. That was four times now, twice on each cheek, and I knew my face must be red. I was crying now. He stepped away and went over to the beanbag chair. I just stayed where I was for a few minutes. And you know what? I felt a little hope. He didn't walk out, and he didn't say we were finished. I definitely felt hope. I mean, just face it, why would he be doing this to me? Why would he even be bothering with me it he was going to dump me. "I truly love you, Master' I repeated "and, I'm very sorry I disappointed you." I crawled across the floor to the chair. He still had his socks on, so I removed them and kissed his feet. The best show of servility from a submissive that I know of: kissing your master's feet. He didn't say anything, so I put my hands behind my back and just kept kissing, very soft, very gentle kisses. And I knew everything was going to be okay. He wouldn't be letting me do this if he wasn't planning to forgive me. I knew it. But you know damn well I didn't show it. I may have been starting to smile on the inside, but I was totally sorrowful and menial on the outside. Besides, I wasn't sure if there wasn't more punishment to come. I kissed and kissed and kissed. Soft, sweet kisses. No lick; no suck; just warm loving kisses. ------------ So, guess what happened? Tanner bad-mouthed me for a while, cursing me and disparaging me, and slapped me a couple more times. After I begged him and begged him and begged him, he let me worship his body. I spent forty-five minutes licking every inch of that incredible physique of his. God, I love that. He didn't let me touch his dick, but I licked out his ass. When I'd covered every inch of him, he let me lick his balls while he jerked off. I had the grin of a lifetime when, as he got near the end, he got on top and shot his juice in my face. Punishment? Hell, I loved every minute of it. So, the new law was, no Darrell. I was not to see him again and he was no longer a member of Tanner's harem. In all truth, I wasn't going to miss him all that much. I loved Tanner. I truly, truly loved him. I told you what a suckable dick Darrell had, but I realize now that that was simply because I was just a beginner; I'd only given four blowjobs so far, two to Tanner and two to Darrell. And, as you well know, Tanner had THE prick; a humongous monster. That was the challenge. I mean, who in their right mind would want to suck on a six or seven-inch prick, when there was a ten-incher available? I couldn't wait to get back on Tanner's monster. I couldn't wait to prove myself to him again. And guess what else? Tanner and I are on best terms again! Once more, I'm his best bud. ----------------- So, she's gone. Yeah, my Mom's gone. She and asshole Tom Tanner left yesterday. I love my Mom. I mean, kids love their parents, don't they? In truth I didn't see her very much but that certainly wasn't her fault. Some Saturdays and some Sundays we'd spend time together. I was very well aware she was working her ass off for us, for me, to keep us in house and home, and food on the table. Speaking of the table, I was the cook in the family. I had to make my own meals during the week, but even on weekends when Mom was here I did the cooking. And, in recent months, I cooked for Tanner as well. So, Mom being gone was not a problem in that respect. In Tanner's case, he couldn't boil water without burning it. His dad had done the cooking for them before he started spending all his time at my house. Even before Tanner started spending his time here, he said his mother never ate with them. She was a strange one and had become a real recluse in the past couple years, and probably needed psychological help, because she seldom left her room and always kept her door locked. Tanner said he would run into her in the kitchen occasionally and that was about it. (He also said he was glad he didn't see her very often, because she made no attempt to hide the fact that she wanted to get into his pants, and actually grabbed him 'you know where' a couple times. If you recall, this is not his real mother, but his stepmother.) I suppose I'd have to cook for my dad, but I had no intention of eating with him. He was a shit, and I hated him. But understand, I'm not totally stupid so I know we are going to have to get along since we are going to live in the same house. Luckily, our house is big, huge in fact. My mom had to struggle to pay the mortgage and make ends meet, but my dad's loaded, so that's why we bought this house in the first place. I was willing to live with him, since I had no choice, but I didn't intend to have any more to do with him than I absolutely had to. He could stay at his end of the house, and I'd stay at mine. So, about my dad. He was a prick. When he was here, he and mom fought constantly. They never seemed to have a decent word for each other, ever. And at twelve years old, I got very defensive of my mom, so I got into the fights too. Now that I'm older, I realize that there were two sides to the fights, and my mom wasn't perfect by any means, but I still think he was a prick. It wasn't going to be easy living in the same house with him. "He didn't say when, he just said today" I said to Tanner. Today was a holiday and Tanner had come over at ten o'clock like always. Not that he needed to, since his dad was gone, but it was just a habit. Besides, I was nervous about meeting my dad, and I wanted Tanner's moral support. As usual when he arrived, I stripped him down to his bikini's, light tan ones today, which blended in with his light brown skin color making them almost invisible. But no matter what Tanner wears, he goes from gorgeous to more gorgeous, but today I think he was ..., well, he was even more gorgeous'er. He always works out early on days with no school so every muscle on his body was totally pumped. I was stripped down to my bikini as well, and so was Jerod, since Tanner did not allow us to wear anything more than that when he was here. Tanner didn't respond to my comment. "I don't know if he'll be here this morning or not," I said, "because I don't know where he stayed last night. Mom said it was going to take two days, so he had to stop somewhere last night. I just don't know where." Tanner still didn't respond; he didn't even look at me but kept looking down at Jerod. Jerod was wearing a white bikini just like mine, but Tanner had put a collar around his neck and attached a leash to it. He'd led Jerod around the room for a bit, making him crawl, before he sat down. Hey, muscular football player Jerod was the most servile of all of Tanner's boys, so you can bet he loved this. I can tell you I loved it, watching that hunk crawl around on a leash behind Tanner. So fuckin hot. Tanner was sitting in the beanbag chair now and Jerod was on his knees in front of him. He'd started at Tanner's feet about ten minutes ago and had now worked his way up to his thighs, kissing and licking and sucking every inch of Tanner's muscled feet and legs. Hands behind his back and always looking up into Tanner's face, he was being a true submissive and having the time of his life. "Tanner?" I said, trying to get his attention. I was nervous enough about meeting my dad, without worrying about him coming in and seeing Tanner getting a blowjob. "I hear you, I hear you" Tanner said, "But Jerod's been looking forward to this all week, haven't you, baby?" He reached down and ruffled Jerod's hair. "Yes, Master" Jerod answered immediately showing a big smile. "Ain't no way we can stop now. Your dad will just have to wait." he laughed. "Please, Tanner" I pleaded. "I'm nervous enough already." He laughed again. "Sorry, babe" he said glancing over at me, "But I've got appointments to keep." "But Tanner ...." I started to say. "You want me to go home, just say the word." "No, no, Tanner. I want you here, just in case. But Jerod?" "You said you wanted me here, well I'm here, so shut up about it. Besides, Jerod won't be here that long." "I wanted you here for moral support, Tanner, but .... but ... but not fucking Jerod. This is my dad who is coming, Tanner. He doesn't even know I'm gay." "Well, he's going to find out today" he chuckled. "Tanner, please" I said, beginning to plead with him. "I'm here in your bedroom, Charlie, and we'll keep the door locked" he said in an exasperated tone. "So, shut up about it before you piss me off." "Okay, sorry, Tanner. Sorry" "You sound him out for a bit, just like we talked about" he said. "Then you come get me and we'll face him together." "Okay, Tanner. But I'm just nervous." "Of course you are" he said. Looking down at Jerod, he pulled gently on the leash and Jerod raised his head. "You having fun, honey?" he asked and gave him a light slap. Jerod didn't react to the slap, he probably expected it (you do remember that Jerod likes really rough sex, right?). "Yes, sir, Master. Thank you, Master" he answered, showing that big smile. "Tell me you're having fun" Tanner chuckled and slapped him again. Jerod still didn't make a sound as he was hit, but he responded immediately. "I'm having fun, Master" he said. "Yes, sir, I'm having fun." His whole body shuddered as he said this. Jesus, he really loved this shit. Tugging on the leash, Tanner pulled him up against the bulge in the thin bikini's. "Get it wet, hon. Get it wet and get it hard." Jerod started sucking away at the growing monster barely being held in by the spandex undies. "Stop worrying so much" he said to me. "We've talked about this. You'll be just fine. I know you can handle it." "I know, I know" I said. "But I'm just nervous. I just wish he was here so we could get it over with." "Well, I'm here now and I can go with you" he said. "Just say the word and I'll back you up." "No, no. I think that would be a mistake. I need to meet him first by myself. But..., but ..., please Tanner, you and Jerod? I'm going to need you. You'll be ready when I need you and I can come get you, right? You'll be here?" "Yes, I'll be here, but ...." There was a long pause. "But? But what?" I asked. "I'll be busy, Charlie. After Jerod leaves Jim's coming over." He looked over at me, waiting for my reaction. I don't think he was surprised when I exploded. "Tanner, for god's sake. You can't ...." I said, almost yelling. "Watch it Charlie" he said with a slightly threatening tone. But this was just too much. "Tanner. You can't be serious" I shouted. Yes, I shouted. That will tell you how nervous and anxious I was, yelling at Tanner. "You can't do this while I'm meeting my father. You're supposed to be ready to support me." "I can't?" Tanner snapped at me. "You're telling me I can't?" "No" I shouted. "You can't. You .... you .... You've got to ...." Then I began to come to my senses. What was I doing? You don't yell at Tanner. Nobody yells at Tanner. My anger immediately dissipated. "Tanner ...." I started to say. "Get on your fuckin knees" Tanner shouted at me. Tanner seldom shouts so you can bet that got my attention. I dropped to my knees. "Who do you think you are, you little shit?" He stood up and Jerod jumped back, wondering if he should run for cover. Tanner was clearly angry. I put my forehead to the floor. There was a long pause, while I waited for him to come over and slap the shit out of me. "Alright, so you're upset" he said. I still didn't move. "Look at me" he snapped. I looked up with tears in my eyes. I'd done it again. I'd gotten him angry with me once more. Again, and again, and again, I can never stop provoking him. "Tanner, sir? Master?" I started to say softly. "You're upset" he said, interrupting me. "I know that. So, I'll let this slide for now. We'll talk about it later." He sat back down in the beanbag chair. "Get back on my prick" he said, speaking to Jerod. "Now you listen up. I'll be here if you need me, just like I said. I'll be here but I'll be plugging some holes while I wait. Got it? "Yes, Tanner, sir. I got it" I said contritely. Tanner was being magnanimous, and I knew it. He probably should have beaten me to a pulp for not only talking back but yelling at him. I'd never done that before. Well, only once: that first time with Jerod when I thought he was going to strangle him. Tanner punished me for that. He really punished me. So now he said we'd talk about it later, so I had no doubts whatsoever that I was going to kick my ass good. I would deserve it. "Get this bikini off" he said to Jerod. Jerod looked up at him, questioning. "Yes, with your teeth" Tanner confirmed. Jerod shuddered in pleasure as Tanner raised himself up slightly, so Jerod could work the bikini down over those massive thighs. It took a while, but Jerod was loving it. I wasn't sure what to do so I stayed there on my knees. Tanner stood up and pulled Jerod to his feet. "Strip him Charlie" he said. I got up and scurried over and pulled Jerod's bikini down and off. "Little creep" Jerod said to me under his breath, feeling the need to give me a dig. You recall that he hates me, right? Removing the leash, Tanner lifted Jerod up in his arms and carried him over to the bed. Now, you know Jerod is a football player, a wide receiver, so he's all muscle and must weigh 180 pounds, but Tanner picked him up like nothing. A spectacular show of strength, and Jerod loved it. He had a grin on his face like you wouldn't believe, reveling in the pleasure of being dominated and carried by his demigod Master. Tanner put him on his back on the bed and then lay down on top of him. Their lips met but their kiss was not what I expected. With a Master/slave type of relationship, you might expect it to be wildly passionate, but actually it was soft and loving. Jerod put his arms around Tanner and started rubbing his hands up and down the muscular back. He began to moan softly in contentment as the sweet gentle kisses went on and on. Here I was again. The watcher. Tanner fucked Tommy yesterday afternoon in the school weight room while I watched, and he fucked Larry here in my bedroom last night while I watched. And now he was doing Jerod, and Jim was coming later. I'm watching. He had so many members of his 'harem' that he never had time for me. I just watched. I wonder how many times I've seen Tanner fuck somebody? Thirty? Fifty? But I'd only had him, what: five times myself? Three blowjobs and two fucks. It wasn't fuckin fair, but I admit I'd jerked off damn near every time just watching him. I must say, watching Tanner fuck is an incredible experience. I had hoped he would find time for me this weekend, but now it looked like rather than fucking me, he was more likely going to be kicking my ass. Tanner had fit his enormous prick between Jerod's legs and was pumping slowly up and down as they kissed. God, Tanner is gorgeous. The musculature of his ultra-defined traps and lats and his hard ass cheeks dimpling as he jacked up and down on top of hunky Jerod was a sight to behold. Then Tanner put a knee between Jerod's legs, forcing his legs apart. Breaking the kiss, he slowly raised up until he was on his knees between Jerod's legs. Raising those legs, he put them on his shoulders. Spitting on his hand, he rubbed the spit into Jerod's crack. He did this again and then punched a finger into the tight little hole. Jerod was looking up at Tanner with complete adoration; I suppose you could call it reverence. He didn't react when Tanner pushed a finger into him, nor when he pushed two fingers in. He was murmuring something. It sounded like he might have been saying `Master, Master, Master' over and over to himself. Tanner took hold of his prick and lined it up with Jerod's little pucker. "Here it comes, baby." He pushed. Jerod's mouth dropped open in anguish, but he didn't make a sound as the head of Tanner's prick entered him. With Tanner, that's always the hard part since he's so big; getting the big bulbous head of his dick in there. It's not quite beer can size, but it's damn close to it. Tanner reached up and gave Jerod a couple pats on the cheek; pats, not slaps. "You're doin good, baby" he said with a big grin on his face. "And you're tight. There ain't been many dicks up there." "Master," Jerod said in shock, even through the pain. "You know there ain't been ..." "I know, I know" Tanner laughed. "I know you been saving your sweet ass for me. Saving it for Tanner's big dick." "Yes, sir. Yes, Master" he said. "I would never let ..." "Okay, I get it, baby. You're mine. Your hot ass belongs to me." Being extremely thoughtful, Tanner pulled completely out of Jerod's ass. "Take a breath, baby. Here it comes." He took aim and pushed in again, forcing the hole to open up once more for his big piece of meat. This time he didn't stop with just the head but pushed in two or three inches. Jerod was grimacing, but he didn't make a sound, except for that faint murmuring of 'master'. Tanner stopped for a moment, and then pulled back an inch and then went in deeper. He did this four, maybe five times until most of his ten inches were buried in Jerod's butt. Tanner let out a big sigh. "We're in, baby." He had this enormous grin on his face. You'd think he hadn't had his dick up a hot muscle kid's ass for ages, instead of two kids yesterday and two kids the day before. "Feels damn good, slave boy." Jerod let out a soft groan and then: "Thank you, Master. Thank you." "You like being my slave boy, right?" Tanner asked. "Yes, Master" Jerod answered, looking up into Tanner's eyes. "Yes. I love being your slave." Tanner chuckled, pulled his dick almost all the way out and jammed it back in to the hilt. For the first time, Jerod reacted; with a grunt. Tanner did it again getting another grunt from him. "You got a great ass, baby" Tanner said. Holding steady, not pumping, he reached up, grabbed Jerod's hair and gave it a jerk, pulling his head up off the bed. Jerod yelped: "aow" Holding him by the hair with his left hand, Tanner slapped him with his right. (whap) A good healthy slap. That got a reaction. "Yeoh" Jerod yelled, but then he followed up with: "Thank you, Master." Tanner hit him again on the same cheek, hitting him just as hard as the first time. (whap). That was followed by the same result; a yell and a thank you. I told you Jerod was a masochist, probably the most submissive of all of Tanner's minions. "Good, boy" Tanner said, still grinning up a storm. "Good, slave boy." Letting go of Jerod's hair he put both hands on Jerod's shoulders. Then he started to pump; slowly, very slowly. "Feels damn good, baby. I'm going to keep this going. I'm going to fuck your hot ass all day long." Jerod had a big grin on his face now as well. He was in pig heaven. I suppose it was inevitable. This is when the doorbell rang, and I think my heart skipped a beat. I was so nervous. My knees were shaking; actually, my whole body was shaking. Tanner looked over at me and threw me a kiss. Then he mouthed the words: 'good luck'. He went back to his fuck, and I headed downstairs. ---------------- The first thing I took note of when I opened the door was how small he was. He wasn't any bigger than me and I'm puny. I'm 5'6" and weigh 118 pounds at last count, and I don't think he was any bigger. "Hello, Charles" he said. "How are you?" I considered giving him a snide remark like 'why do you care' but I controlled myself. "Hello, dad. Come in" I said. If he had luggage, he left it in the car because he was not carrying anything. He headed into the living room, and I followed him. He sat down in the lounger/rocking chair, what used to be 'his' chair. I sat on the sofa. "Did your mother get away okay?" he asked. "Yes. She left yesterday morning" I answered. There was a pause. "It's been four years, Charles. It's nice to see you again." I wanted to say 'no it wasn't' but I kept my mouth shut. I didn't respond. "I guess there have been a lot of changes, hey?" he said. "Yes, there have" I said. "I was twelve then and now I'm sixteen." There was another long pause. "Yes you are. You've grown up. You're become a handsome young man." I didn't say anything. He sighed. "Is this the way it's going to be between us, Charles?" he asked. "I have nothing to say to you" I said. "Mom said you told her nothing would change. That's the way I want it. You can stay at your end of the house, and I'll stay upstairs. That's been working fine with Mom, so it can work with you." "Lois said you had a boyfriend" he said, ignoring my comment. "Yeah. So?" "She also said you think you're gay." "I guess she told you a lot," I said, "but I don't think I'm gay. I am gay." "You're sixteen" he's said. "Yes, I'm sixteen and I'm gay." "I know I've been out of the picture for a long time Charles, but I'm still your father." Uh-oh. This was already beginning to look like trouble. i could see the handwriting on the wall. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. "I talked to your mother, and she agreed that you might need some direction." I need direction? Did my mom double cross me? She didn't say a word to me about anything. She said nothing would change. Is he making this up? "Everything's fine just the way it is. We are not going to change anything" I said emphatically. "Lois admits she wasn't around much, so you had no supervision, but that's going to change." "No, it isn't" I said. "Nothing's going to change." "Your mother wanted me to come here, Charles. She was happy when she found out I was planning to return. And, sorry, but we might have to change some things." It looked like my worst nightmare was coming to fruition. "You can't. You can't ch-change anything" I said, and my voice broke as I said it. I hated that because it was a sign of weakness, but I was frightened. "I'm your father Charles, and your mother has already agreed." "Agreed on what?" I said with surprise. "She told me n-nothing would c-change." I stuttered, and tears came to my eyes. I can be such a pussy sometimes, but I couldn't help it. "Do you remember the Kevern Academy in North Carolina, the school I attended?" he asked. "You used to tell me you wanted to go there." "I thought I wanted to go there when I was twelve, before you left" I said sarcastically. "Now I'm sixteen and I don't want to go there. I won't go there." "We'll see. We'll be talking about it" he said. "Now, will you help me get my stuff from the car?" I wanted to say no, but I didn't want to make things worse. We got up and headed for the front door. That's when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there was Jim, the 6'4" 260-pound front linesman on our football team. A huge guy pretty much filling up the doorway. "Hi, pip-squeak" he said. "Tanner upstairs?" I didn't know what to do or say, but it didn't matter anyway because he pushed me aside and then pushed my father out of the way and headed upstairs. Jesus, what a clod. "What? What?" my father asked, really shocked. "Who was that? Was that a friend?" "He's hardly my friend. I think you could see that." Sarcasm again. "He's Tanner's friend." "And who is Tanner?" "He's my ... my .... Mom must have told you. He's my boyfriend" I said. It's probably best I don't call him my Master. "And he's upstairs right now?" "Well, yeah." "Your mother says he controls you." (that's putting it mildly). "I want to meet him." "Now is probably not a good time" I said, but he walked past me and headed upstairs. "Dad" I called. "Dad." He paid no attention. This was not the way I intended to introduce Tanner to my dad. As we entered my bedroom, Jim was in the middle of the room taking his shirt off. Jesus, he is big. Seeing him from the back, those shoulders are massive, unbelievably wide. He tossed the shirt aside and flexed his biceps. His lat spread was phenomenal, every muscle in his back was bulging and his massive biceps were indescribable. He wasn't gross and over built like Tommy, but was simply enormous, perfect as a linesman on the football team. "You're looking great, Jim. You're really bulking up" said a voice, Tanner's voice. My dad and I both pulled out eyes away from Jim and looked over at the bed. And there he was: Tanner, my muscle man Master in all his glory, lying there on his back in the nude. He looked over at me, saw my father and laughed. "Oh shit" he said through his laughter. I pulled my eyes from Tanner and looked at my father. His mouth had dropped open, his eyes were bugged out; I could see he was in shock. But I knew what he was seeing. Tanner was young and gorgeous with a perfect muscled physique; sheer perfection, a true sight to behold. I'm sure my dad had never seen nor even imagined anyone looking like him, and he was overwhelmed. There's just no way he couldn't appreciate pure perfection in a human being. "Charlie, you going to introduce us" Tanner laughed as he sat up on the bed and then stood up. His dick was soft for a change but was pretty damn hefty anyway dangling down between his legs. His grin was a mile wide. My dad finally came to his senses. "Charles. Who is this?" "This is my boyfriend" I said proudly. Yeah. I wasn't embarrassed, I was proud. "This is Tanner." "Glad to meet you, Charlie's father" Tanner said, still laughing, as he stuck out his hand. My dad visibly shuddered and stepped back. "G-g-get him out of my house, Charles" he said as he backed away and then rushed out of the room. "Not very friendly, is he?" Tanner laughed. I was just beginning to get over my shock and I could see that it might be funny. I mean, he had to know about us at some time, but what an introduction. Now here is the question. The real question. When he turned to leave did I see a bulge in his pants? Did I, or was it my imagination? Could my father be turned on to Tanner? "He likes me" Tanner said. He was still laughing; evidently this was the funniest thing he'd seen in ages. "You see that bulge in his pants? He likes me." That answered my question, because Tanner saw it too. "I just know we're going to get along fine" Tanner said. Now I laughed along with him. I couldn't help it. "Tanner" I said, as his laughter finally began to subside. "Tanner, I need to talk to you. Right now. Could you have Jim help my dad with his luggage while we talk?" "Jim? Would you?" he said. "Tanner. You're not going to cancel on me again" he growled. "You can't." Tanner started laughing again, because he had cancelled appointments with Jim so many times, we'd lost count. "No, Jim, no" he laughed as he stepped over and gave him a good smack on the lips. "I won't cancel this time. I promise." Jim bent down and gave Tanner a kiss on his shoulder and then his neck and then his cheek. "I can't wait" he whispered. He left to go help my dad. So, I told Tanner everything my dad had said. Military school for me? Bullshit! And double crossed by my mother as well. It made me angry just telling him, and I could see he was getting pissed as well. "Leave it to me" he said. "I'll take care of it." "But Tanner ...." I started to say. "I said, I'll take care of it. Don't you worry your little head." He grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. A long sweet kiss. "How?" I said when he finally broke the kiss. "How will ...." "You stay here, and I'll go down and fix it. Don't worry." Still naked, he left the room. Jesus. What was he going to do? I followed him. Jim was coming up the stairs, evidently having finished with the luggage. Tanner grabbed him, hugged him, and kissed him. "There's going to be a delay, Jim. I've got to solve a problem." "I guess you do" Jim laughed. "I saw that lump in his pants too. But save something for me." Tanner laughed along with him, and then grabbed his crotch, and his still soft cock. "You know I'll always have something here for you. Wait for me and I'll be up in a while." Tanner headed down the stairs and Jim came up. I got out of the way or I've no doubt he would have walked right over me. Jim didn't hate me like Jerod did, but he just didn't recognize that I even existed. As I hurried down the stairs, I saw Tanner go into the living room. I know he told me to stay upstairs, and I did not dare disobey him, but.... BUT. I had to see this. I had to. I ran out the back door, around the house to the living room window. Tanner was sitting on the couch, his arms stretched out on the back, looking totally relaxed. I don't know how he could be so calm, since my heart was beating a mile a minute. It was not more than five minutes before my dad walked into the room. He stopped abruptly when he saw Tanner sitting there. "Come in" Tanner said. My dad turned around to leave, but Tanner jumped up and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the room. "Don't leave. We've got to get acquainted." I told you I was surprised how small my father was, every bit as short and skinny as me. So, Tanner had him by maybe six inches and 60 pounds. Tanner reached around putting one hand under my dad's butt, the other behind his head, and lifted him off the floor. He twisted his head to a comfortable position and pulled him into a kiss. Dad couldn't move his head, so he was forced to accept the kiss, but he was banging Tanner's back with his fists trying to get him to stop. Tanner just stood there for a couple minutes, holding him up with his feet dangling in the air and forcing the kiss. Then Tanner started walking around the room, carrying my dad with him, the kiss going on and on. This went on, like, for a good five minutes or more, and gradually my dad stopped hitting Tanner's back. He just hung there like a rag doll as Tanner carried him around the room and kissed him, aggressively jamming his tongue into him. But then, the clincher as I watched, was when my dad put his arms around Tanner. Yeah, he put his arms around him, and I could tell he was hugging him. Yeah! Really! He was hugging him. No doubt about it. My jaw dropped down in amazement as I saw this. And then.... And then I realized that he was returning the kiss as well. It was no longer aggression on Tanner's part alone, but my dad was returning it. I told you Tanner is a god. I also said he must have some sort of mystical powers that allow him to take control of the men around him. He must have. Doesn't this prove it? Taking control of my father without any effort whatsoever. This simply had to be supernatural. The actuality of this is that Tanner really must be some sort of supernatural being. Like a shot of adrenaline shooting through my body, I suddenly came to the realization of what an incredible honor it really was to be able to serve him and worship him. This, in all probability; this supernatural being. My jaw dropped open in enlightened amazement, and love. I felt a glow inside of me and I actually gasped aloud at the realization of my overwhelming love for him. Tanner. My god. My Master. Even though my dad was hugging him and returning the kiss, Tanner didn't stop his walking around the room, keeping it going for a good fifteen minutes. But finally, Tanner put him down on the sofa. Not saying a word, he grabbed my dad's shirt and pulled it up and off. My dad was looking up at him in complete awe; call it adoration, making no attempt to stop him. Tanner got down and pulled my dad's shoes off, and then unbuckled his belt. Grabbing the pants and underwear, he tugged them down and off, leaving my dad in only his socks. His socks and one hell of a hard-on. Jesus, was he turned on, his five-incher looking like it was about to burst. He didn't say a word but just accepted what was happening, seemingly perfectly happy to be under Tanner's control. He hadn't taken his eyes off of Tanner for a second, totally mesmerized by him. I said he was looking at him with admiration, and that was definitely the case, admiration and maybe deference. He was completely under Tanner's spell, and Tanner knew it. Tanner chuckled as he stood up in front of him with his dick in his face and started playing with it. It was about half hard now, but as he manipulated it, it began to grow. For the first time, my dad's eyes left Tanner's face and moved to the growing dick in his face. Did he want it? Did he want Tanner's dick? He was so completely caught up in Tanner's .... Tanner's what? Tanner's magnificence? He was obviously hypnotized by it. It was clear to me he wanted whatever Tanner wanted. Without a doubt, at this point, he would do anything Tanner wanted him to do. Tanner recognized this and chuckled. A new conquest. "Good, boy" he said through his soft laughter. "Good, boy." Tanner spit into his free hand and then rubbed it on his cock. My dad just sat there looking up at him with his mouth hanging open and that crazed look on his face as Tanner played with his prick in my dad's face. Tanner did it again, spitting in his hand and rubbing it up and down his cock, as he continued laughing softly. No reaction whatsoever from my dad. "Kiss" Tanner said as he moved his hand from his cock to my dad's face. "Kiss my hand." My dad, totally under Tanner's spell, kissed it. "I said kiss" Tanner repeated. So, my dad kissed it again and then again, and then five or six more times. Turning my dad and pushing him on his back on the sofa, Tanner climbed on, got on his knees and raised my dad's legs. "I'm going to fuck you, honey" Tanner said with a big grin on his face. Looking into Tanner's eyes, my dad still had that look of complete adoration. Completely under Tanners spell. Tanner spit a couple times in his hand and rubbed it into my dad's ass crack and jammed a finger or two into him. But he kept eye contact the whole time. It was like the spell would be broken if their eyes parted. Taking aim, Tanner pushed into him. My dad groaned softly, and I could see his face scrunched up from the pain, but he never broke contact with Tanner's eyes. "You're going to love it, honey. You're going to love Tanner's prick" I heard Tanner say. Very gently, Tanner started jacking his big prick, gradually sinking it deeper and deeper. The groaning from my dad continued but that was all except for that look of devotion on his face. "Oh, shit" Tanner finally said when all ten inches of his prick were deep into my dad's butt. "Gonna fuck you good, honey" he said. "You ain't never gonna forget this day." As I watched he went at it, fucking up a storm. I know Tanner and I know who he likes to fuck hot young muscle boys, not old men. My father must have been almost forty, so I'm sure Tanner had never fucked anybody that old before. And besides he was a skinny runt. But surprisingly, Tanner didn't seem to care. Actually, I think it was the power and control that was the turn-on. Tanner was staring into my father's worshipful eyes with a big grin on his face and he was obviously enjoying it. Now Tanner really started going at it, slamming into my dad's butt with a vengeance, shaking the sofa and getting a grunt from him with each thrust. "Fuck yeah" he yelled as he slammed into that skinny ass over and over. Tanner didn't slow down for a second but kept the hard-fast fucks going on and on until he reached his peak. I wasn't surprised to see my dad's little prick begin to spurt, even before Tanner got there, beating him by twenty seconds or so. Tanner slammed into him one final time and yelled `YEAH' and started shooting into his butt. He grabbed my father's hair and jerked his head up in the frenzy of his ejaculation, getting a howl from him; the first real sound from him during the whole fuck. My dad shot at least seven times, splattering his cum all over his chest and stomach, while Tanner was shooting into his ass. As he finished, Tanner took a big breath and sat back on his haunches, I noticed sweat dripping down his face. He'd really got into this. "Damn that was good" he said still looking into my dad's adoring eyes. He laughed. "You've got a nice tight ass for a skinny old guy. Maybe we'll see about loosening it up." My father did not say a word, but just kept looking up into Tanner's eyes. Very slowly, Tanner pulled back allowing his softening dick to slide out. "You gotta thank me now, babe" Tanner said. "I let you have my dick, you gotta thank me." I gasped in shock. Making my father thank him? Wow! But by the look on my father's face, I had no doubt he would do it. And he did. "Thank you, sir" he said. That's my forty-year-old father thanking my seventeen-year-old `boyfriend' for fucking him and calling him sir. Can you believe this shit? Tanner stood up and I realized it was time to go. I didn't want Tanner to know that I'd disobeyed him and come down to watch. But I also felt different now. Seeing the power and control and supernatural abilities of Tanner made me realize more than ever, what an incredible honor it was to be a part of him, and my love for him was so overwhelming it felt like my heart would burst. I slipped in the back door and back up to my bedroom. It was about a half hour before Tanner came up to the room. Jim was watching TV the whole time and simply ignored me. I could not believe my eyes when they came into the bedroom. I gasped in horror. Maybe not horror, but at least in incredible surprise. Tanner was still naked, but my dad was now wearing shorts. But the real shocker was that my dad had his belt around his neck pulled tight making it like a collar, and Tanner had a hold on the other end, leading him into the room. My father's hands were behind his back and his head was bowed like a good submissive. Tanner grinned at me. Comments appreciated. [email protected]

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Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2023 13:31:44 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter four The following story is an erotic fantasy about consensual and/or nonconsensual sex between men. If this is not your thing or you're underage, don't read it. However, if you're legal, I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to copy it for your own use. Comments always appreciated: [email protected]. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Four Tanner was lying back in my beanbag chair, and I was on my side lying almost on top of him. Tanner was getting a tongue bath and I was having the time of my life. After we had come from school and stripped-down Tanner lay back in the beanbag chair and called me over. "Worship time" he said as I got on my knees in front of him. "Come up here." I crawled up on the chair next to him and he put his arm around me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and then one right on my lips. Yeah, on the lips. Tanner may have acted like the straightest butchest stud on the planet, but he sure didn't mind kissing guys. "You like these muscles of mine?" he asked, looking me in the eye from inches away. His hand, which had already grabbed my butt, gave it a squeeze, and I felt a shot of adrenalin shoot up my spine. God, that felt good. It was like he was claiming ownership and I loved him for it. I couldn't help but moan softly. "I guess you do" he chuckled. "Oh, shit yes, Master" I said as I kissed his shoulder. Yeah, I was calling him Master now. He wanted it and it just felt right, anyway. "You know I'm wild about them." "Well, show me then" he said. "Get that tongue busy." And that's what I did. Starting at his shoulder, I kissed and licked and sucked, and then kissed and licked and sucked some more. Gradually moving from those big rounded deltoid caps down to his chest and then across his chest. This was unquestionably the most exciting thing I'd ever done in my life. Yes, the most exciting thing ever! As you can imagine my dick was throbbing the whole time and I didn't dare get my hand anywhere near it. Tanner kept his hand on my butt and squeezed it occasionally. I moaned every time he did it because I wanted him to own me. I wanted every inch of me to belong to him. Tanner had not fucked me yet, but I knew he was going to, and I could hardly wait. God, I wanted it so bad. I knew he'd love it when he fucked me, and that's what I wanted. Everything I read said that it was going to hurt but that didn't bother me in the least. Hell, I craved a little pain in order to give him pleasure, because he'd know I was doing it because I loved him. I just wanted Tanner to do it and I wanted him to love it. The two most thrilling moments of my life so far were when I was sucking him, and I saw the intense enjoyment showing on his face and heard him moaning in pleasure. Knowing that my ministrations were turning him on and bringing him off was like a dream. He was such a hunk. He was so wonderful. He was so perfect. The intense satisfaction that I got from being allowed to give this demigod pleasure was almost overwhelming. I dreamed about him every night, wet dreams. As I sucked my way over his right pec, I reached over to feel his left one, but he pushed my hand away. This was to be mouth only I guess, but I was more than happy with that. "You wonder about these ridiculous bikini's I wear?" he said, speaking for the first time. "I told you my mom bought them last year. And I told you she was hot for my prick." I didn't respond but just made a `mmmmm' sound as I licked along the ridge at the bottom of his pec. "The day she bought them for me, she had me model one for her. You should have seen her" he laughed. "Her eyes were fucking glued to my crotch." "And listen to this" he laughed. "Every once in a while, when she's doing the washing she'll ask me: 'do you have any socks or underwear that need washing?' Honest to god, she does. I don't know what she does with them, but I have some ideas. I can tell you that sometimes the old bikinis disappear, and new ones show up in my sock drawer. I'm pretty sure those old ones don't get washed, not in the washing machine anyway." He laughed even harder. "But it's okay because I like the skimpy things, they're damn sexy. If she wants to make use of them, it's okay by me, because she always replaces them with new ones." "But she is so fuckin obvious sometimes, I actually feel sorry for her. It's pretty damn pitiful that she moons over my dirty underwear. I've actually considered ripping the damn things off and showing her what a ten-inch hard-on really looks like in the raw." "Mmmmm" was my total input to his comments. I was busy. My tongue was busy. "But. Let me tell you about yesterday. My mom grabbed my dick yesterday and it sure as hell wasn't an accident" Tanner said. "I was helping her get something, a saucepan handle she said, that somehow got stuck under the sink. She wanted me to feel around in there and see if I could find it." "She touched you? On purpose?" I said, lifting my head from his chest. "Isn't that what I said? Clean out your fuckin ears" he said and slapped me along the side of my head. "I told you she was hot for my prick" he groused. I bit my tongue, wishing I'd learn to keep my mouth shut. "So, anyway, I was sitting on my butt leaning back and reaching under the sink when she tripped and fell right on top of me." He laughed aloud now. "Shit yeah. She accidentally fell on top of me and her hand accidentally landed right on my crotch. Then she accidentally gave it a squeeze." "Oh fuck. You're serious?" I was still looking up at his face, watching the delight on his face as he told me this. (Was I questioning him again? If so, he didn't notice.) "She said `oh, excuse me Daryl' but as she was getting back up she accidentally squeezed my dick again and it was about half hard this time." He really laughed now, and I giggled along with him. "Actually, she didn't plan it very well, because I know she was disappointed that I wasn't fully hard. I'll bet my bottom dollar that she'll figure out a way to do it again when I've got a full ten inches showing." "Did you find the thing you were looking for under the sink?" I asked. Then he laughed hard again. "It seems as though we forgot about it, because she left the room and didn't mention it again." "What about your dad?" I asked as I bent down and swirled my tongue around his left nipple. "Let's not talk about my dad" he said. "He's an evil son-of-a-bitch. This is his fourth wife and I doubt that she'll last much longer." "She's not your mom, you're real mom?" I asked. "Hell, no. She's my step-mom. Four down and counting." Giving my butt another squeeze, giving me chills, Tanner raised his arms and put his hands behind his head. I lifted my head from licking his chest and looked at those gorgeous bulging biceps. "Oh, my god" I moaned in awe. "Oh, Jesus." I raised up and gave his right bicep a lick. "My pits, baby. My pits" he said. Reluctantly, I pulled back from his bicep and buried my face in his armpit. Licking his armpits? If that's what he wanted it was okay by me. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. I scoured out his armpits. both of his armpits, for a good ten minutes before he let me get to his biceps. And, my god, those biceps. His biceps. Those bulging mountains of muscle have got to be the greatest thing on god's green earth. I've always been wild about biceps, but I was particularly wild about Tanner's. His monsters were bulging even when he wasn't flexing them. If he had let me I could have spent all evening on them, slurping on them and rubbing my nose against them and making total love to them. But he didn't let me. After a few minutes, all too few minutes, he had me go back to his chest and abs. He wouldn't let me touch his cock, but kept me on his upper body. "You know what, Charlie? That damn kid, that football player, Jim ..., ahh .... Jim Stanley, the linebacker. He's avoiding me" he said. "I'm sure of it. It's been two days now since I told him we should get together. And two days is a long time when that hot butt of his is just dying for Tanner's ten inches. I'm running out of patience." "You, patience? Since when were you ever patient?" I laughed. Yeah, I made sure I laughed. I had to be super careful with Tanner, and I wanted him to know I was only joking. "Okay" he laughed along with me. "That's not my best feature. But I gotta have him. Tell you what, Charlie. You track him down for me. Check him out for a day, do it tomorrow; check him out all day so I'll know his schedule. If I know where he's going to be I can plan to meet him." "You want me to follow him?" I asked in surprise. "What the fuck did I just say?" he snapped, giving me a dirty look. I gulped. "Sorry, Tanner. Sorry. You want me to follow him. Okay." Jesus, I have to be so careful what I say to him. "Yes, I said follow him, you dumb shit." I'd been sucking on his ribbed abs, but now I looked up at him and could see that he was annoyed. Just that quick. He assumed and demanded that I be on the same wave length as he was, so even misunderstanding him was unacceptable. He just couldn't abide the slightest hint of what he thought was disagreement. "Be at his house tomorrow morning before school and follow him all day. Stick to him like glue." "Okay, Tanner. Okay" I quickly agreed. "You want a report tomorrow after school?" "Are you fucking listening to me?" he snapped and grabbed my chin, pulling my head up so I was looking at him. "You won't be here after school. You'll be following Jim." I really gulped this time, because I thought he was going to hit me. "Damn it, pay attention." "Okay, Tanner" I gasped. "I got it, Tanner." Was I scared? Not physically, I wasn't. Oh, he could hurt me of course, but I just didn't want him to be mad at me. I know he's volatile but if I could keep my mouth shut and keep myself from fucking up he wouldn't want to hit me. "I'll follow him all day" I said. Tanner was a lot more wound up about Jim than I realized. I know he'd been saying what a great ass Jim had and how he wanted to plug it with his prick, but I didn't realize it was such a big deal. But for Tanner, I guess that was not just wishful thinking, that was the beginning of an action plan. I'd known Tanner for some weeks now and I was beginning to understand him more and more. When he fixated on something he'd make sure it happened. He said Darrell was going to be his lackey, and, in less than a week Darrell was his lackey. He said he was going to have Rasheed, and he had him, and he was probably going to be his lackey as well. He said he was going to fuck Mr. Carson, and that was going to happen on Thursday. And now Jim. Tanner was lusting for Jim's butt, and I was willing to bet he was going to get his prick in there within the next 48 hours. "You know, you can be a real shit sometimes" Tanner said. He was still peeved with me. "You need to pay attention to what I say." I wanted to lick him or kiss him or something, to show him my obeisance, but he had a hold of my chin. "I'm getting pretty damn sick of you giving me shit." If I could have, I would have kicked myself. Why do I do or say such stupid things to get him angry with me. I simply hated myself for getting him upset. And he really was upset. "I'm s-sorry, T-Tanner. I'm really sorry" I said hesitantly. "Please, Tanner. I'm sorry." I didn't know what else to say. I know I can be a real idiot sometimes, and he's right, I needed to pay closer attention. "Please, Tanner. I don't mean to do such stupid things." "Why in the hell do you do them then?" he snapped at me. "I don't think you appreciate what it means to be my best bud." Now I couldn't control the tears because this was getting serious. I was getting afraid. "Of course, I picked you for a pretty face, but I also picked you because I thought you would be a loyal friend. But you're not acting like it. You're not even calling me Master like I told you. I don't know why I put up with you." "Please, please, please" I whimpered. " Master. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." Jesus, he was really mad. I didn't know what to do. "Look at the time I spend with you" he snapped. "Look at the attention I give you. And all you give me is shit. You're supposed to be my loyal best friend but all I see is disagreement and disrespect." I just looked at him in total shock. "Look at today?" he groused. "Do you see Darrell here? Do you? Do you see anybody else here? Hell no, because I gave you this afternoon. I gave you this afternoon so you could have me all to yourself. Just you and me, the two of us. I gave you this time so you could focus on me and me alone. What in the hell more could you want? You stupid little fuck, you don't appreciate anything." Did I say I was in shock? That's not the half of it. I was horrified. He still had his hand on my chin, but I grabbed it and started kissing it. Kissing it wildly while the tears dripped down my cheeks "Please, Master. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" I blubbered through my sobs and my kisses. "I'll do anything for you. Please, Master. Don't dump me. Please don't dump me. I love you." My greatest fear was that he would drop me as his friend. "Well, if you love me, you sure don't know how to show it" he grumbled, pulling his hand away. "Now get the fuck out of here." I got out of the beanbag chair as he grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. I wasn't sure what he meant by `get out of here' since this was my house and my bedroom, but I went over and sat on the edge of my bed. I was crying. I simply couldn't help it. I was crying my heart out. I really loved him, and it was beginning to look like I was going to lose him. I couldn't stand the thought of losing him. I didn't know what to do, but I knew I had to do something. He was my whole life now, and I didn't know what I would do if I lost him. After only a moment, I got down on the floor, not on my knees, but prostrate on the floor. I had to show him that I could truly be a slave to him, that I would do anything for him. Pulling myself with my arms and trying to be as servile and fawning as I possibly could, I dragged myself across the room to his chair. When I reached him, I kissed his foot. I didn't look up at him, but just concentrated on his foot. I kissed it again, a long-wet kiss. I kissed it several more times and then licked it a couple times. Then, taking it in my hands, and holding it lovingly I kissed it and kissed it and kissed it, covering every inch with soft loving kisses. Not a sound from Tanner, so I started licking. With lots of saliva I washed every inch of his foot with my tongue. Tanner didn't say a word, and I didn't know if he was watching TV or watching me. "Master" I finally said softly. "Master, may I kiss your other foot." He turned off the TV. "Beg" he said. "Please, Master. Please." I dragged the please out like 'pleeeeease', not being silly but emphasizing that I was begging him. "Please, Master. May I kiss your other foot. Please. I'm begging you." I thought he was on the verge of forgiving me, but instead there was a long pause, and I began to shiver in fear. Maybe he was going to reject me! I didn't dare look up at him, but I started gently kissing his foot again. He must have waited for over a minute leaving me totally terrified, before he said anything. "You can be a real shit, Charlie" he said and there was a pause. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to say anything or not, but I did. "Yes, Master. I know" I whispered. "You don't deserve me" he said. "Yes, Master, I know." "Kiss my other foot" he said, and I felt a huge weight off my shoulders. I felt enormous relief as I bent over his other foot and began kissing it. I think he was going to forgive me. I kissed and kissed. I must have given his foot a hundred kisses before he finally reached down and tussled my hair I felt a lightning bolt of total joy shoot through my body. "Get up here, Charlie" he said, and it was definitely a pleasant tone of voice. I got up on my knees and looked in his face and saw he was smiling. Another shot of joy zoomed through my body as I saw that smile. I saw that his hand was holding his dick up which was only half hard, but still pretty impressive. He nodded his head towards it. I crawled up, grabbing his massive thighs with my hands, and took his dick in my mouth. I was damn well determined. This was going to be it. I was going to give him the absolute best blowjob he'd ever had. He tousled my hair again as I began to suck. He immediately started growing, and within seconds he was fully hard. I knew what I had to do. I'd just never been able to do it. Closing my eyes and concentrating on nothing but his dick and my throat, I pushed. When his big pole hit the entrance to my throat, I really put the effort into it. `I'm not going to choke', I said to myself. `I'm not going to choke', `I'm not going to choke'. I choked. How in the hell do those other guys do it? There had to be a way. "Shit" I said as I pulled back off his dick. I was gasping for breath and I didn't dare look up at Tanner. If he was angry at my failure I didn't want to see it. I didn't want to see his disappointment. And that's when he hit me. He slapped me. I didn't yelp, and I still didn't look at him, because I was more embarrassed than anything else. But that slap sure as hell got my attention. It was clear that he expected better from me, and damn it, I knew I could do better. I knew it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. I had to do this. Once more, pushing, I forced the monster into my throat. 'Don't choke', don't choke, don't choke' I kept saying to myself over and over and over. It was okay so far as it eased into my throat because I hadn't choked, although tears were pouring out of my eyes and I was struggling to cope. My body desperately wanted to choke but for the moment I was able to control it. Pushing even harder, I felt his cock slide into my throat. Yeah, just like that, it slid in all the way. My nose banged against his crotch. Almost immediately the urge to choke became uncontrollable and I had to pull back, but I'd done it! I'd actually done it! As I pulled almost off of Tanner's dick I looked up at him, and he was just staring at me, cool and calm. Then he reached down and gave my nose a bit of a pinch and smiled. Yeah, he smiled. He liked it. He really liked it. If I could do it once, I could do it again. Taking an enormous breath, and focusing totally on his dick and my throat, I did it again. I swallowed him. I took every damn bit of his dick in my mouth and halfway down my throat. Shit, I really did it! As I pulled back I looked up at him again, wanting to see his reaction. His eyes were closed now but that smile was still on his face, and he had what I call that look of 'Bliss'. He was loving it! He was really loving it, and so was I. I'd do anything to keep that look of 'Bliss' on his face. Now, the blowjob of a lifetime. If I could deep throat that ten-inch monster of his, I could do anything. So, I went at it. For the next half hour I worshiped Tanner's prick like it had never been worshipped before. Giving it my total attention and dedication, actually worshiping it as much as sucking it. Bobbing up and down on it, sometimes slow and dreamlike and sometimes wickedly fast. Sometimes licking up and down its length and sometimes swirling my tongue around the head. Sometimes rubbing it against my face and sometimes actually banging it against my face. And kissing, lots of kissing. And sucking. Yeah, sucking him wildly like a lunatic, and of course, occasionally deep throating him. Yeah, taking every centimeter of that monster deep into my throat. I was going to be sore for a couple days, but at least I now had the confidence that I could do it. I could now deep throat him. I finally felt him shudder and knew he was getting close, and even though my mouth was exhausted, I was also disappointed. I wanted this to go on forever. I was worshiping probably the biggest cock ever and most definitely the most beautiful one. And it was attached to the most beautiful man in the world whom I loved desperately. His first shot was like a pistol shot, firing into the back of my mouth. I swallowed, and as he fired again and again I kept swallowing. I loved it. I loved the taste of it. This was Tanner; this was Tanner's cum and I wanted every bit of it. Tanner's prick was jerking like crazy while his whole body was shaking in fervor and he was moaning endlessly. He didn't grab my head like he'd always done when he got a blowjob, so I knew what I was doing for him was really special. Now, even as he was still ejaculating, I started bobbing my head frantically up and down on his enormous dong trying to increase his pleasure. "Enough, enough" he said with a laugh, as he grabbed my hair. "You're killing me." Jerking my head up sharply, he slapped me. I was shocked and yelped. Shocked? I was horrified. What did I do? But then, as I looked up into his face I saw that look of total pleasure was still there. That slap may have stung but I realized that it was a slap of emotion. A slap of recognition. This was Tanner, and he was proud of me. He was looking me in the eye with a great big grin on his face, looking so perfectly beautiful that I was stunned and maybe my heart missed a beat. I was stunned and thrilled and gratified. I got a great big grin on my face as well. A grin like you wouldn't believe because I knew he was showing me how happy he was with me. There was no way that grin could go away, even as he gave my hair another jerk and hit me again, right across the face. It stung, but I loved it. "That was terrific, Charlie" he said, still slightly out of breath. "Damn. You're turning into one hell of a cocksucker." Pulling on my hair he forced me to crawl up over his body to lie on top of him. He put his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek, and then on the lips. But as I was half dragged, and half crawled up against him, dragging my super hard, throbbing prick along over his hard body, it happened. "Ooooo" I groaned as I shot my load onto his stomach. And what a load. I'd never been so hot in my life. Tanner chuckled as he pulled me cheek to cheek and hugged me tightly against him as I groaned and moaned and ejaculated onto him. "You're making a mess, you little brat" he laughed when I was done, "and you need to be punished. So, after you clean it up I'm going to spank you." I just smiled and hugged him back. Did I tell you how much I loved him? ✽✽✽ "Tanner, you're not going to believe this, but Jim is here in Satter's Park" I whispered into my cell. "Now, this time of night?" Tanner asked. "Yes, and you're not going to believe what he is doing. Sally Truse is here too." "Sally Truse the slut?" Tanner laughed. "I think I can guess. Yes?" "Yes" I whispered and laughed softly along with him. Tanner had assigned me the duty of following Jim Stanley, our football teams linebacker, all day so he could figure out a way to meet him. So, I'd been at it since 6:00 AM. I was late for every class at school because I had to be sure where he went each period. And I'd been following him every minute since. Tanner let me have a break when Jim got home for dinner, so I came back and made dinner for us. Yeah, Tanner never wanted to go home if he could avoid it, so I'd made dinner for both of us a couple times now. My mom worked a 3:00 PM to Midnight shift so I was used to making dinner anyway. I was a pretty good cook and Tanner couldn't boil water. So, I went back to Jim's house, and along about 7:00 PM he slipped out and walked over to the park. Slipped out? Yeah. He kept looking to see if anybody was following him, so I had to be very careful. When he got to the park, he went to the back, away from the street lights, and that's when I saw Sally. She had obviously come prepared because she had already put a blanket on the ground. That's when I called Tanner. "Sounds like a perfect opportunity" Tanner said. "I'm on my way. Don't let him get away." "Okay, Tanner" I said. So, I watched. Jim was a big guy, I mean, he's a football linebacker so he has to be big. He's well over six feet and probably weighs 250 or so. He's not fat, but just big from lots of hours in the weight room. He didn't have the definition that Tanner had, which comes from total dedication, but he was taller and heavier than Tanner. But Tanner is one hell of a fighter, so I was totally confident that if it came down to it, Tanner could easily overcome him. Tanner knew judo and stuff, had wrestled and boxed, and said his best feature was street fighting; down and dirty. Jim was not being gentle with Sally. They were still standing up but he had a handful of her hair and was roughly kissing her. With his other hand, he had pulled her hand into his crotch and was holding it there. He was silent, but she was moaning up a storm. Letting go of her hand he reached around and grabbed her ass and pulled her up off her feet. Definitely a show of power and strength. He was trying to impress her. She didn't move her hand. She had a grip on that bulge in his pants and looked like she'd never let go. "Get it out" I heard him say as he broke the kiss, and in two seconds Sally had his zipper down. He was obviously going commando because she reached in and pulled out his big piece of meat. He wasn't as hot as she was because he was still soft, but it was pretty hefty even soft. She started working it while he pulled her into another kiss. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds when he said: 'suck it Sal. Get me ready'. She tried to kiss him again, but he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. "Jim ...." she started to say. "Come on, come on, just suck it" Jim said. She was still holding his cock, but he pushed her hand away and grabbed it himself. Grabbing her head like a basketball with the other hand, he took aim, and pushed it into her mouth. He let go of his prick but held on to her head and started pumping her back and forth. "Oh, shit, yeah," he moaned. "This is what you wanted. Yeah, suck it." He pulled her head back and forth a few times, and then pulled her in tight. He only held her there for a split second, so she hardly had time to choke on it. She put her hands on his thighs and it looked like she was trying to push away, but Jim wasn't about to let her. "Come on, Sal, you know how it's done. You know how to suck cock" he said. "Jerod tells me you're an expert." I saw her eyes get big and she pushed him and jerked her head, pulling away from him. "That son-of-a-bitch" she shouted. He grabbed her hair and put his hand over her mouth. "Shut up, for god's sake. You want the whole world to hear?" "That bastard" she yelled, but it was muffled by his hand. Jim pulled her to her feet, keeping his hand over her mouth. "Listen, Sally" he said, looking into her eyes. "I know you've sucked Jerod plenty of times, and who knows who else. And you're going to suck me. That's what I'm here for." "Jim, please, I don't want it like this" she said softly as he let her talk. "Well, I do" he said roughly. "First you're going to suck me and then I'm going to fuck you, so I hope you brought a condom." He lifted her up in his arms like she was no more than a feather, and ignoring the blanket she'd put on the ground, he carried her over to the playground equipment, to the kids slide. Laying her down on the bottom of the slide, he straddled her, grabbed her head, and stuck his dick in her mouth. And what was I doing? Without even realizing it, I found that my hand was busy because I had opened my pants and pulled my dick out. Shit, this was hot. "Ugggh, ugggh, ugggh" I heard from Sally as Jim started fucking her. Yeah, fucking. He was straddling her on the slide with both hands in her hair holding her tight and fucking her face. There was no way she was going to get away from him this time. She didn't seem to be choking, but was just grunting with each thrust, so evidently Jerod was right, she was an expert. I let go of my prick because I was getting too hot. I didn't want to cum now, because I hoped for some kind of action with Tanner. I always wanted to be ready for Tanner. "Oh shit, Sally" Jim moaned. "You are good. Jesus yes, suck on my dick." I noticed that Jim was being rough. Rather than just pumping in and out, he was jerking her in to the choking point, holding for a second or so, and then jerking her back giving her only a second to breath, and then doing it again. She was just a rag doll for him as he manhandled her on his prick. Then I did hear some choking from her. Jim had evidently over done it, because she was now banging her fists against his thighs. But Jim was too far gone now, and ignoring her contortions, he jammed his dick in even harder and deeper. She became frantic now, but Jim let out a moan. He was there. Ramming his dick in one final time he yelled: `Aaaagh" and started to shoot. He held her there on his dick for maybe two seconds, before letting her go. She flew back so fast she slammed her head on the slide. Jim was moaning as he fired shot after shot, most of it on her face and hair, while Sally was gasping desperately. "Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes" Jim moaned. My prick was throbbing, but I kept my hand away trying not to cum. But I couldn't take my eyes off of Jim and Sally. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, that was hot. I'd never even imagined something like this. "Oh, shit, Sally" Jim said as he came to his senses. "I'm sorry. I just got carried away." Sally was still trying to get her breath back and was now crying. "I'm sorry, honey" Jim said again. He lifted her up in his arms again and carried her over to the blanket. He didn't look at all sorry to me, because he had a big grin on his face. But the amazing thing was, now that she was through choking, she had a big grin as well. Evidently, she loved him being rough. Laying her down on the blanket he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, he put his hand on one of her well-formed knockers. "You have beautiful tits, Sally" he said as he lay down next to her. Sally had a big grin on her face as Jim's hand got busy on her breast while he lay down next to her latching his lips on to hers. Then I had the bejesus scared out of me by a hand on my shoulder. I jumped, but luckily, I didn't yell. It was Tanner of course. "What's going on?" he whispered. "Jim just got the most amazing blowjob. You should have seen it" I whispered back. "Sally's going to be sore for a week." Tanner was quiet and just watched for a moment. Jim was now sucking on Sally's tit and had his hand down her pants. He's just cum five minutes before but I had no doubts that he'd be ready to go again in no time. Sally was panting and moaning: 'ooh, ooh, ooh" and then louder: 'OOH". I assumed Jim stuck a finger in. "You're going to entertain Sally while I deal with Jim" Tanner whispered in my ear. I said "Huh" before I could catch myself, but then bit my tongue. Thank god I caught myself before I questioned him. I was learning to never, never question Tanner. He didn't seem to notice my comment. "How, Master?" I asked, hoping that this was a fair question. "You know what girls want, you're not stupid" he said. "Pretend you're going to fuck her. Let's go." "Well, what have we here?" Tanner said loudly as he walked over to them. Jim jerked his hand out of Sally's pants and sat up in surprise. Sally just lay there looking shocked. "Rape is against the law, Jim." Jim started to stand up but Tanner pushed him back down. "Tanner!" Jim finally said, coming out of his shock. "What are you doing here?" "I'm here to protect, Sally" Tanner said. "Does she need to be protected?" Jim started to get up again, but this time Tanner put his hand right in his face and pushed him back hard. As Jim landed on his butt, Tanner pushed him back and dropped down on him hard, kneeing him in the stomach. Jim let out a loud 'OOF'. Tanner grabbed him by the hair and slugged him in the mouth, splitting his lip. "Does Sally need to be protected, Jim?" Tanner asked calmly. Tanner told me to entertain Sally, so I went over to her. She had set up now and was trying to zip up her pants. "Hello, Sally" I said softly giving her a big grin. Her blouse was hanging open, so I simply slipped it over her shoulders and off. Pushing her back down on the blanket, I lay down on top of her. "Charlie?" she said in a startled tone. "Charlie?" I grabbed one of her breasts and kissed her. I was so proud of myself. I didn't particularly like the squishy feeling of her big breast, but I pretended to like it. But I I certainly wasn't going to lick it or suck on it. It was big rock-hard slabs of muscle like Tanner's pecs that I wanted to get my tongue on. But, hell. I knew what girls wanted. It wasn't that hard to figure out. I heard grunting, so I knew Tanner and Jim were going at it. Jim may have been bigger, but I knew he didn't have a chance against Tanner. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tanner had him in a head lock, and Jim was swearing at him, but then suddenly, so quick that I barely saw it, Tanner had him in a leg lock and was twisting one of his arms. I knew how strong Tanner's thighs were, so I wasn't surprised that Jim started groaning almost immediately. Tanner was beginning to crush his stomach. Sally broke away from my kiss and looked me in the eye. "Charlie?" she said again. I squeezed her squishy breast and latched onto her lips again. This time she was more accepting, returning the kiss. Jim may have been handsome, but he couldn't hold a candle to me. Everybody said I was gorgeous, and Sally was one of many girls at school who had made a play for me. And since Sally was a real slut I can tell you that she had tried to get her hands down my pants more than once. "Mmmmm" she murmured, really getting into the kiss. Hell, I think she'd already forgotten that Jim was there. She was obviously turned on to me but unfortunately the same was not true for me. My dick wasn't doing anything. "Tanner" I heard Jim gasp. "I can't breathe. Please, Tanner. I can't breathe." And leave it to Tanner, he was laughing. As always, when he was working someone over, he was enjoying himself. "How's the arm, Jim?" he snickered. "You feel this?" He gave a violent twist to Jim's arm. It must have hurt like hell, but Jim barely grunted, since he couldn't breathe. "Tanner" Jim wailed. "Oh, Charlie" Sally swooned. "You wanna submit, Jim baby?" Tanner laughed. "Huh? You ready to submit?" Jim could barely speak: 'Yes, yes, yes" he groaned. In the meantime, Sally had put her hand between us and grabbed onto my dick. But I'm not sure she could even find it, because her soft mushy tits had turned me off. "Let me help" Sally panted. Maybe I wasn't hot, but she sure was. "Get your shorts off." Evidently, she was not disappointed that I was still soft. At least she wasn't surprised. I rolled over, unfastened and unzipped and started to pull my shorts off. Sally helped by grabbing them and my jockey's and pulling them completely off. A couple seconds later she had my dick in her mouth. I saw that Tanner had already removed his shorts, and was standing over Jim, straddling his body with a grin on his face. Tanner was certainly turned on to Jim, because his very hard dick was trying to force its way out of his bikini. I felt myself starting to respond to Sally's activity. I looked down and seeing her was an immediate turn off for me. So, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that it was Jim, or Larry, or maybe Ralph; anybody but Sally on my prick. Then it came to me: Darrell. I imagined that son-of-a-bitch Darrell down there sucking me off and I immediately began to respond. "You got no choice, Jim" I heard Tanner say. "You're going to do it, or you're going to find out what pain really is." I saw that he was sitting on Jim's chest now and was banging his dick in Jim's face. "Open up, Jim, or I'm going to tear you a new asshole." Tanner grabbed his hair, pulled his head up and stuck his thumb in his mouth, forcing him to open up. Then he slid his dick into Jim's mouth. Sally was still down between my legs and I was almost fully hard now. But I had an idea. I had a really hot idea. I reached down and pulled her up to me and rolled her over on her back, right next to Jim. We were all still on the blanket anyway, but now we were just inches away from each other. I climbed on and sat on her chest and pulled her head up to my dick. I was now touching shoulders with Tanner, him with his dick in Jim's mouth, and me with my dick in Sally's mouth. Let me tell you, I was fuckin turned on. I was even more turned on when Tanner turned and gave me a big smile and a wink. "Go to it, Jim. Eat my big pecker" Tanner said. At the same time, I said: "Come-on, Sally. Suck on it." God, I was wild about him. I leaned against him, rubbing my skinny eleven-inch arm against his enormous seventeen-inch bulk. I knew that Sally had probably sucked a hundred pricks before, but I could see that Jim was no neophyte either. He and his buddy Jerod probably had something going, because he seemed to be handling Tanner reasonably well. He wasn't gasping or choking or yelling anyway and it looked like Tanner was not going easy on him. Holding Jim by the hair Tanner was manipulating his head as his dick plowed in and out. Tanner wasn't even moving so he wasn't fucking Jim's face as much as Jim's face was fucking his big dick. And he wasn't being gentle about it either. But that's Tanner, he likes it rough. But I could emulate him. I grabbed Sally's hair with both hands and started jacking my dick in an out. I hate to say it but looking at her was a bit of a turn off for me, but watching Tanner and Jim was turning me on like crazy. I'm such a faggot. The crazy thing was, I could see that Sally was not watching me either but was watching Tanner out of the corner of her eye as well. But it's no wonder since he's such a stud. And right now, controlling big Jim Stanley and fucking his face, he looked like a god. Jim was grunting from Tanner's rough treatment, but Sally was moaning. She was moaning in pleasure. Hey, I ain't dinky down there. I may not be a Tanner, or a Rasheed, but I've got damn near six inches and it ain't skinny either. It was quite a mouthful for Sally, and she sure seemed to like it. I don't know how Tanner was doing, but this whole situation had made me hotter than hell. I was about to cum, and there was no way I could stop it. I let out a yell: "Ohhh Shiiittt" and started pulling out of Sally's mouth, but she grabbed me by the butt and pulled me back in. I fired into her mouth. "Ohhh" I groaned. "Mmmmm" Sally moaned. She simply gobbled up my semen like gangbusters as I fired shot after shot into her mouth. But Tanner wasn't done, not by any means. Pulling Jim off his dick, he bent down and whispered: "you've got the most beautiful butt I've ever seen, Jim" he said. Jim's eyes got big. "No, Tanner, no" he said, realizing what Tanner had in mind. "Please, no." Tanner was smiling as he gave Jim a couple gentle slaps to the cheek. "I said, you've got the most beautiful butt I've ever seen" he repeated. Grabbing his t-shirt, Tanner pulled it up and off, leaving him completely naked. Naked and absolutely awesome. "Tanner ..." Jim started to say. "Don't worry, babe" Tanner said, interrupting, "I promise I'll go easy. You'll like it. I guarantee you'll like getting it from me." "Tanner, please. For god's sake" Jim pleaded. "I'm the expert, Jim" Tanner grinned down at him. "You're going to love getting it from me" Tanner raised his arms and performed a double bicep pose. Jesus Christ he was incredible. He left me breathless, and Jim too I think. "You're going to love it, and so am I." "Tanner. I can't .... You can't .... Please, Tanner" Jim pleaded sounding really desperate now. "You don't want to piss me off, Jim" Tanner grinned. "If you want me to kick your ass for half an hour first, that's okay by me, but then I'm going to fuck you anyway. In fact, that sounds like fun." He chuckled as he said this and gave Jim another couple friendly slaps to the cheek. "Working over a big lug like you really turns me on and makes me hot." "Tanner, you ...., you .... "Jim mumbled. "Please, Tanner. It's gonna hurt. You gotta promise ...." "I said I'd go easy on you, man, and I will" Tanner said. "Now roll the fuck over." Tanner had been sitting on Jim's chest this whole time, but now stood up. "Jim ...." Sally suddenly shouted, shocking all of us. I guess we all forgot she was there. I immediately put my hand over her mouth, trying to shut her up. "Tanner, please" Jim said. "Don't let her watch. Please." "Don't matter now, babe" Tanner chuckled. "She already knows it's going to happen. Might as well have an audience." Jim still had his pants on, although his fly was open, and his now soft dick was hanging out. Tanner reached down and unfastened his belt and his pants and jerked his pants down below his butt. Jim didn't object but just lay there looking at Tanner with tears in his eyes. I had to wonder what he was thinking as he looked up at Tanner. Tanner was gorgeous. In every way a guy could be, he was gorgeous. And he was super masculine, a stallion among colts. What I saw in Jim's face was a look of respect, a look of veneration, an acceptance of Tanner's superiority. Jim recognized Tanner's power and dominance and the inevitability of him taking control. Jim rolled over. Tanner bent down and gave him a kiss on the neck. Tanner evidently came prepared because he pulled a tube of cream out of his pocket and handed it to me. "Get him ready, Charlie" he said as he stepped aside. I was startled, but no way was I going to question anything Tanner said. I got off of Sally, opened the tube, and got busy preparing Jim's butt for Tanner's assault. "Sorry, honey. This is for Jim" I heard Tanner laughing, and as I glanced over I saw that Sally had scooted over and grabbed his prick. "Oooooo" she moaned as she started manipulating it with both hands. Tanner just chuckled as he watched but made no attempt to stop her. But as she got up on her knees and started to take it in her mouth, he slapped her hand away allowing his dick to slap up against his abdominals. "Go ahead and get a taste" he laughed as he grabbed his dick and pushed his crotch into her face. She caught on immediately and started licking his ball sack. He started gently stroking his prick, keeping it hard, as he watched her slurp away on his balls. She tried to grab onto him, but he slapped her hands away again. "No hands, hon. Just that sweet mouth." She seemed to be satisfied with that and grabbed onto his massive thighs and pushed her face into his crotch. Meanwhile. Yeah, meanwhile, back at the ranch, I had greased Jim up and got three fingers into him. Jim glared at me the whole time but made no attempt to stop me. It obviously pissed him off that I was doing this to him, but he also knew it was for his own benefit. I didn't care what he thought, because I was obeying Tanner's orders. At least I didn't care until he whispered to me. "I'm going to rip off your balls and jam them down your throat, you little shit." Tanner didn't hear since Sally was making so much noise slobbering over his balls, but Jim really shocked me. And scared the hell out of me. He outweighed me by a hundred pounds and could break me in half with one hand. There wasn't anything I could do about it now, and since his ass was ready, I just backed away. I just hoped Tanner was always going to be around to protect me. "Slobber on it, get it wet" Tanner said, and I saw that Tanner had grabbed Sally by the hair and was holding his dick in front of her face. He just held her there for a moment, as she got a look of desire on her face, and then pushed in, jamming a good eight inches into her. She took it easily and started sucking. Tanner jerked her hair, pulling his dick back out. "Don't suck on it. Just get it wet, like I told you" Tanner repeated, and pushed back in. This time I could see that she was loading it with her spit, rather that sucking on it. Tanner pushed her away. Jim was still lying on his stomach with his legs spread wide, but Tanner grabbed him and rolled him over. Yeah, two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle and Tanner flipped him over like nothing. Lifting his legs and getting between them, Tanner looked into Jim's eyes. "You do it" he said. "Huh?" Jim said. "I said, you do it" Tanner said and gave Jim a healthy slap on the ass. "Line me up." Jim just looked at him with a blank stare, not understanding what he wanted. Tanner gave him another slap on the ass, but he now grabbed Jim's hand and pulled it down between his legs to his cock. "Line me up" he repeated. Jim looked shocked as Tanner put his hand around his cock. He'd already accepted that this was going to happen, that Tanner was going to fuck him, but now Tanner was demanding that he not only capitulate but stick Tanner's enormous whanger into his own ass. What could be more denigrating than that? Tanner was demanding that he become his compliant, fawning toady. Jim already had tears in his eyes, but now they started dripping down his cheeks. "Do it" Tanner growled at him. So, Jim dutifully holding Tanner's dick, pressed it up against his ass crack. Tanner got a big grin on his face and pushed forward. Jim screamed as the monster prick forced its way into the little hole. "Please, Tanner" Jim yelled, gasping frantically, trying to ease the pain. "Please. Oh shit. Tanner." Tanner didn't move for almost a full minute giving Jim a chance to adjust. Then he pulled out completely. "I said I'd go easy on you, babe" Tanner said, "and that's what I meant. Now line me up again." Jim just lay there gasping and probably wishing for an alternative, until Tanner slapped him on the ass again, really letting him have it this time. "Ouch, Tanner" Jim yelled. "Do what you're fuckin told" Tanner snarled at him. I knew from experience that things could get a lot worse if Tanner got pissed, but now Jim grabbed Tanner's prick, and aimed it up against his ass crack again. Tanner pushed in, but slowly. Very slowly, forcing the little ass crack to gradually expand for the enormous girth of the invading prick. Jim did not scream, even though he was moaning, so although it must have been hurting like hell, I figured the worst of the pain was gone. Tanner pushed in a couple inches this time, and just held it there. "Look at me" he said to Jim, and Jim opened his eyes and looked up at him. "Keep your eyes on me, Jim. Watch me while I screw your tight little ass." More humiliation. Jim looked so sad with tears streaming down his cheeks, that I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. The truth is, Tanner had not fucked me yet, and I wanted to be there. I wanted to be where Jim was right now. I wanted to be looking into Tanner's eyes while he screwed the hell out of me. Hell yes, I was jealous. So, Jim was going through some pain. Big fuckin deal. I'd put up with any kind of pain to be able to see that look of satisfaction on Tanner's face. Pushing Jim's legs even higher in the air, Tanner got ready to fuck. Suddenly, Sally spoke up: "Oh, this is so wild, Jim. You're getting screwed by Mr. Perfect. Mr. Perfect, with a perfect prick" she said. I liked that name. Mr. Perfect. It was so fitting. "Shut the fuck up, Sally" Jim groaned. "Charlie, shut her up." I tried to get Sally to turn away, but she was not about to let me. She wanted to watch. "I'll be quiet" she said softly to me. Tanner hadn't moved yet, but now started a slow in and out movement. He really was going easy on Jim just as he said. With each slow push, Tanner went slightly deeper. Very slowly, in and out and in and out until he was in almost all the way. Then pulling out all the way to his cockhead, he jammed in hard. "Yeeoohh" Jim yelled as Tanner slammed into him. Tanner just held his dick there for a moment, and then started a slow in and out motion again. Pulling back almost to the tip, and then slowly, slowly pushing back in. Getting a slow even rhythm going. Then he smiled at Jim, puckered up, and threw a kiss at him. More humiliation. Jim closed his eyes, but Tanner gave him a sharp slap to the cheek and he re-opened them. I knew at some point Tanner would have to stop being gentle and just start ramming it in. but he wasn't ready yet, because he just kept the slow steady `in and out' motion going. On and on and on, obviously getting a lot of pleasure from the slow build up. But then, very gradually, he began to speed up. Not going any deeper but just speeding up the motion. Jim was moaning softly, barely a murmur, almost continually now as Tanner screwed him. And then it was time. Tanner slammed it to him. Jim yelled, but more in surprise than in pain. Tanner now started plowing it to him, hot and heavy, hard and fast. I knew it couldn't be hurting Jim that much by now, but I could see that Tanner no longer cared anyway. He was totally focused on his own pleasure now. Holding Jim's legs well up in the air, he slammed into him with abandon. Over and over and over. Jim stopped moaning entirely but was now grunting each time Tanner slammed into him: 'ugh, ugh, ugh'. Then came a scream "yeeeaaaoooh" from Tanner as he reached his peak and fired his first shot. I felt movement next to me and saw that Sally had a finger up her clit and was jamming it in and out frantically. Without realizing it I had taken my own dick in my hand, and it was hard as a rock again. In the frenzy of the moment Tanner grabbed a handful of Jim's hair and gave it a hell of a jerk, causing Jim to scream as he fired over and over into his ass. Jim was yelling, Tanner was yelling, Sally was moaning, and I sat there looking on in amazement with my dick in my hand. Jim's prick however was completely soft. Evidently the pain from the first-time fuck was too much to get him excited. However, knowing Tanner and his plans for a 'harem', I was sure that Jim was going to get plenty of opportunities to learn to enjoy it. Then Tanner let out a sigh, and Jim stopped yelling. Tanner was finally done. Sally was going" 'oh, oh, oh' softly, with her finger still up her cunt, but now moving slowly. And I still had a hard dick in my hand. I'd just cum fifteen minutes before, and as hot as this scene was, I couldn't quite get my dick to blow again. I'd have to save this scene for my wet dreams tonight. I hated to break up the moment, but we were making an awfully lot of noise. Somebody was likely to call the cops. "Tanner" I said softly trying to get his attention. He looked over and gave me a look that could have frozen a candle. Oh shit, I'd done it again. He was pissed, and I knew I was going to get it later. "Tanner, please" I pleaded, hoping he wouldn't be mad. "Somebody might come." That got his attention, as he came to the realization of where we were and what we were doing and how much noise we'd been making. He pulled his still hard prick out of Jim's ass. "Fun's over" he said. "Let's get out of here." We all scurried around getting dressed and Sally got her blanket. "Sally, you're not going to say a word" Tanner said menacingly. And you better believe that menace coming from Tanner is scary stuff. "Don't worry" Sally said. "I wouldn't say anything about Jim. Honest, I would never say anything." She turned to Jim. "Honest, Jim. I won't say anything." "Jim. I'll talk to you tomorrow" Tanner said, and without another word he turned and walked away with me scurrying along behind. [email protected]

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Date: Sun, 2 Jun 2024 13:33:07 +0000 (UTC) From: Master C Subject: Master and His Pack Mule - Ch. 11 (Gay Authoritarian) Please donate to Nifty so that we may all enjoy its content. --------------------------------------------- Stories of The Slave Center The Nation's Leading Retailer of Trained Faggots _______________________ Master and His Pack Mule Part Eleven Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. It had been nearly a week since Master Matt left on vacation and put me under the care of his uncle, Master Joe. I would have never predicted it, but Master Joe has been helping me a lot. I hadn't even known that I needed help, but Master Joe has proven that I did. Since I'd been a slave for several years, I thought I had experienced slavery in all its glories. Boy, was I wrong. Master Joe, as a master with years of experience, was helping me develop into a more complete, energetic, and happy slave. He had already helped me become more a slave than I'd ever been, and I knew my journey toward totality, toward full actualization as a slave, was still not complete. Master Joe had required me, had enabled me, to embrace his protocol requirements, and that sure turned out to be a blessing for me, as it not only helped me understand exactly how I was to behave for him, but it also enabled me to pass my daily Protocol review. I had received an evaluation of Embraced each of the last two days in Protocol, which pleased me to no end. It felt so good to be a good slave! But, unfortunately, I still hadn't received a passing mark for Effort nor for Obedience/Attitude. I had begged Master Joe to help me pass these two sections, but he told me not to worry, that I would in time. He further explained that the next area of service I would be passing soon was Effort, and he said the best way for me to improve in Effort would be to learn by doing, and in order to learn by doing we'd have to visit a place he knows just north of town, a kind of ranch that a friend of his owns. He said I would receive valuable training at this place, and that my Master Matt had already agreed to let me be taken there. In fact, Master Joe said, we'd be driving this evening to his friend's ranch, right after dinner, right after my daily slave evaluation, though it already seemed clear that I'd receive the same evaluation I had for the past couple of days. Still, Master Joe said, we'd go through the motions as he wanted a permanent record of my daily service reports. Master Joe also informed me that Master Kevin would not be coming with us, that he'd be staying back and housesitting for Master Joe. Master Kevin seemed conflicted about this, as he was curious about the ranch, but he also liked, as a 19 year old, having the house to himself where he could bring his new girlfriend, or his buddies. Anyway, Master Kevin would not be coming to the ranch. ------------ The drive, Master Joe informed me, would be about 90 minutes long. I was surprised he told me this, as he usually informs me of very little, as a slave, he says, doesn't really need to know or care. But he seemed in the mood to talk with me, and that held true for the entire drive. He spoke almost as if we were friends, and I enjoyed it. We were in his pick up truck, Master Joe in his ubiquitous blue jeans plus a light flannel shirt and me naked as always. I was seated in his passenger seat, with no other slave restraints or accouterments involved. As soon as we left the city and were out on more open highway, Master Joe began asking me things he seemed to be genuinely interested in. For example, one of his first questions was, "So, do you ever regret it?" "Master, regret what, Master?" "About walking into The Slave Center and applying for your enslavement. Do you ever regret that?" "Master, no, Master. I wonder sometimes what my life might have been like as a free man, but I have no regrets, Master. My pull toward slavery would have won out eventually, no matter how hard I tried to resist it. I had to explore it. I had no real choice." "Did you ever resist it?" "Master, yes, Master, but not for all that long, Master. By the time I was 23, when I applied for slavery, I was feeling pretty sure of myself, Master. The writing was on all my walls, so to speak. Plus, just applying doesn't guarantee one's enslavement. It only starts an evaluation process, and I really wanted that evaluation, some confirmation of what I was feeling. And The Slave Center definitely evaluated me as a full-on faggot slave, Master." "Good. I was sure you didn't have any doubts, but I'm glad to hear you say so yourself." "Yes, Master, I understand, Master." We spoke in that tone, almost like friends, for a good 30 or 40 minutes, I believe, and then Master Joe asked me about my thoughts on slave chastity devices. I told him that one wasn't needed for me but that I sometimes wonder about having one and even want one. I told him I tried a device years ago, before I actually became a slave, and it hurt so much, kept me awake at night, pinched my skin, cause my balls to swell up. And I could pull my cock out of it rather easily, too. Still, I confessed, real chastity devices intrigue me. My concern was that getting erections with a device on can be extremely painful and prevent a good night's sleep. I couldn't imagine not getting nocturnal erections. Master Joe told me that this is all true, but he said there have been advances in male chastity in recent years, from medically induced prevention of erections to devices that are more easy to wear. He said he prefers devices with full urethral inserts such that no faggot could ever pull out of the device. "Well," Master Joe said, "if I truly owned you long term, you'd be living with a permanent chastity device on that has a full urethral insert and holds your dick back at all times. I'd get better service out of you that way." "Master, yes, Master. Master Matt is not a big fan of chastity devices, and he knows one is not really needed for me." "Yeah, I know. If he'd given me the okay, you'd be locked down right now so you couldn't get erect." "Master, yes, Master. Understood, Master," I responded as my dick came to full erection. "Why are you erect now, slave?" Master Joe asked. "Master, because I like what you say, Master." "I see. As you know, I had my own slave for many years, and I had a chastity device on him for most of those years, before I had to sell him. He said he didn't need to have an orgasm of his cock because he had orgasms of the heart, just from being a slave, just from serving properly, just from being obedient, just from being owned. And he said these were more satisfying than a cock orgasm." "Master, I know exactly what he means, Master. I have the same experience. A slave's orgasm is in the heart, a kind of warmth and a real satisfaction in the moment. Calm and pacifying. Beautiful, really. And, Master Joe, my favorite kind of ejaculation is one where I cum but feel absolutely nothing, no orgasm at all, no special feeling at all. It just seems so pure. It's just like taking a piss, but cum comes out. It makes my spirit feel good." "Yeah, my slave talked about those, too. I'd fuck him and he'd cum but say he didn't feel it. I loved that. I love when a slave doesn't feel its ejaculation at all. It lets me know that the slave is being pure in its service." "Master, understood, Master. As it should be, Master. As it must be." ------------ We were nearing our destination. Master Joe got quiet for awhile, as he turned off the highway and wound his vehicle up and around some hills. Southern California chaparral landscape, Mediterranean climate, clear summer evening. It was approaching 9 P.M., and darkness had just settled in. Master Joe seemed to know exactly where he was going, but the dark winding road required his attention. As we came around a bend, Master Joe turned onto a small dirt road, possibly just a rural driveway. After Master Joe drove through an area with some oak trees and then around another bend, the land opened up onto what looked like a beautiful place to live: a ranch home with land spread out around it. There appeared to be no neighbors, just total seclusion. Master Joe said, "Well, we're here, slave. Master Aidan's ranch has total privacy. There are 40 acres surrounded by hills, and it's the last property off that little road we were on. You'll like it here." Master Joe pulled up to a dirt parking area not far from the house. "Just remember: every second slavery. That's what I expect, and that is what you'll live." "Master, yes, Master. Of course, Master." was all I could say. Master Joe had me step out of his truck and stretch, just like a normal person. I looked around. I saw a large outbuilding, like a barn or stable. I saw some cows out in the pasture and a small orchard. It wasn't a truly large place, but it seemed to be an actual working ranch. I noticed a man come out of the ranch house and start heading toward Master Joe. The man seemed of smaller stature, say 5'7" and 150 pounds, at best. I guessed him to be in his late 50s, perhaps early 60s. He had a bounce in his step, like he was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, or, perhaps, he was just happy to see his friend, Master Joe. The two men came together with a handshake and a brief hug as they exchanged simple greetings. Then, I heard Master Joe snap his fingers. I came away from Master Joe's truck and knelt in the dirt by his side. "This is the slave I told you about." "Say hello to your Master Aidan," Master Joe told me. "Master, yes, Master." I then bowed down, my forehead to the dirt, and said, "Master Aidan, hello, Master Aidan, Sir." As he took a couple steps closer to me I noticed that Master Aidan, like Master Joe, had a light whip coiled at his waist, apparently ready for use. With a completely disarming smile and quiet charm, he asked, "Are you a good faggot-slave?" he asked. "Master Aidan, yes, Master Aidan, I certainly try to be, Sir," I quickly responded. "Well, after this weekend, there will be no more `try'. You'll just be a good enslaved faggot, as you need to be." "Master, thank you, Master." "But, tell me, slave. What makes a faggot-slave good?" I was a little taken aback by the question, but I soon answered. "Master, sir, one that is 100% obedient, Master. One that knows that it was born to serve men, Sir." "Well, that's a decent answer, faggot. And I hear you're a pretty good slave but could be better. What you need is a little more jump in your step and a little less free time in your life. That's what I hear and that's what we're going to work on this weekend." "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master." Master Aidan turned, and he and Master Joe began to saunter toward Master Aidan's house. "Come, faggot," Master Joe stated in an almost light and friendly way. As I followed the men, remaining a step behind them and a bit to their left, I wondered what more they wanted out of me. Have I not lived in slavery for several years already? What more could they need? I was already a lifelong slave, fully owned and operated. I observed the men as I walked. Master Joe looked great as always, in his jeans and light flannel shirt. And Master Aidan, older and smaller in stature, looked and felt good to me. I already appreciated his quiet confidence. It helped me feel that he was balanced, thoughtful, self-aware, stable, centered, good-natured. Essential qualities of a good master, in my experience. Perhaps because I was in an environment I had never been in before, I began to feel acutely those things that are usually so normal for me. I was totally naked under the stars, with my hands behind my back as I walked, in the manner I had long since been trained. Steel restraint bands wrapped around my balls, wrists, and ankles. A wide steel collar closely encircled my neck. All were permanent upon my body and had been for quite some time. A large ring in my dick and another through my septum further indicated my slavery. I had no rings in my tits only because Master Matt preferred to clamp them without rings being in the way. The men were fully clothed, and both carried a whip at the waist. I loved seeing the whips, knowing that they're designed for the good and proper enslavement of faggots like me. My body was forever nude and open to the whip at any time a master saw fit to use one on me. I accepted this as a right and normal part of my enslavement, for which I had offered myself up years ago, as the best and most natural life for me. It's not that I want to be whipped, but rather that I like to know the boundaries within which I am confined. A Master's whip helps me feel safe and cared for. As we neared the ranch house I half expected to be taken inside, but just in front of the porch was a slave, standing still and at attention. Master Aidan, upon nearing the slave, said, "Dink, take Master Joe's slave to the barn. Get it kitted out for the morning so it'll be ready to get to work with the rest of you." "Master, yes, my Master." Master Joe and Master Aidan didn't even look back, didn't have any words for me at all, but just let Dink lead me away as they went up to the porch and into the house. Dink walked right up to me and simply said, "Come." We walked side by side toward a building about 50 yards from the house, nestled up against the hill on the south side of the property. We were quiet for the first few steps, but then Dink asked me: "So, when did you apply for your slavery?" "About 11 years ago, at The Slave Center." "Good, you're a Slave Center product. Most the slaves here are. The Slave Center is Master Aidan's go-to place when he is in the market for more slaves. Any regrets?" "About applying for enslavement? No, it's been good. I'm on the right life journey." "But you're here because your journey isn't complete." "Is it ever? There's always room for growth in life, I think." "Good. Glad to know you're aware of that." When we reached the main doors to the stables we entered a large and brightly lit space, and I was amazed at what I saw. Up until that moment, I had only known slaves in personal service in suburbia. "Kneel here," the slave said to me, and pointed to the soft dirt floor of the building. He stood right next to me, but in a `standing present' position. He continued to converse with me. "Master Aidan owns 53 slaves, but this building can house 77. So, there's room if your master ever wants you placed here, or if he ever wants to sell you. Master Aidan could use a good pack mule, or a mule to pull his carts." I took in the information and stayed silent. I had never considered the possibility of Master Matt placing me here, long-term or short-term, or of him selling me any time in the foreseeable future. I looked about the place. The ceiling was high, and there was a loft at one end. It was one of those all metal buildings one sees online, sheds and garages and even barns and stables. I guessed this building to be about 40'x60'. Along both sides of the building ran slave stalls, or pens, or cages. I didn't quite know what to call them. There were 30 along each wall, 15 on top of 15. The stalls were 4' wide, 8' deep and 8' high, plenty high enough for a slave to stand upright. Along each row of stalls were 2 ladders, the kind that are on a track and slide to where they need to be placed. This was obviously the way slaves accessed their upper stalls. The fronts of the stalls were all bars, the kind you might see in a jailhouse. In the center of the building, but only in the back half, at floor level, there were possibly more stalls, but I couldn't see from where I was kneeling. The loft on the back side of the building appeared to have a row of private rooms. A flight of stairs ran up to these. From the ceiling hung chains, and I could imagine slaves being attached to them, for whatever purpose. Nearer to me than anything else, at the front and center of the building, near the main entrance, were 8 pillories, each with a slave locked into it. Each slave's neck was securely in place, along with their wrists. They were doubled over at the waist, and their ankles were spread wide and locked into the bottom portion of the device. As I was noticing this, someone came walking up to Dink, who remained in his `standing present' position right next to me. The man was shirtless, had a chain harness around his torso and rawhide chaps around his legs, leaving his cock and ass hanging out. "Dink, are we all in?" he asked. "Sir, yes, Sir, all in, Overseer, Sir," was the answer. The overseer pushed a button on the wall and bars came down across the wide front entrance of the building, effectively locking the slaves in for the night. "Stay here for now. We'll deal with the new slave when we can," he told Dink as he turned and walked away. That's when I noticed the slave brand on the side of his left butt cheek. The overseer was a slave, too. More overseer-slaves walked out to the area with the pillories. They all wore that tight chain harness, so snug on their defined torsos I wondered how they could be removed. The bottom chain of the harness ran around the torso at about waist level, and from these waist chains each overseer carried implements to carry out their duties: paddles, whips, and floggers. They had tight slave collars, too, just different than the ones on all the other slaves I could see here. And these overseer-slaves seemed muscular in a different way than the common slaves here. They were well-toned, as if they work out regularly in a gym. They had shaved heads, just like all the other slaves, and were hairless all over, just like all the slaves, except at the pubic area each had a reasonably trimmed patch of pubic hair. This gave them a look of masculinity and, I supposed, of authority. It certainly set them apart, as the harnesses did also, from the common slaves. The overseer-slaves gathered near the pillories, spoke among themselves for a few moments, and then split up, each approaching a different pillory. Without any word or delay whatsoever, they began their work on the pilloried slaves. The building became a cacophony of whip strikes, paddle hits and flogger throws, and soon came the sound of slave moans, cries, and yelps... and even some giggles and laughter. "What are they being punished for?" I asked Dink. "They're not being punished. This is just regular discipline. All slaves are disciplined at least once daily. Master Aidan believes that a disciplined slave is a hard-working slave. He says discipline helps slaves feel centered and keeps them in their place and feeling eager to serve. Based on my experiences around here, I have to say he's right." Some slaves seemed to be getting the beating of their lives, while others seemed to be getting a much lighter treatment. "To each his own," Dink explained. "To each whatever is needed in the moment. Our overseers are trained in hearing and obeying what the slaves need, or invite. So, each slave gets what it deserves, in the moment." The pillories were facing my direction, so I watched the faces of the slaves. One was sobbing heavy tears and seemed quite sad. One was laughing, almost joyfully. Others seemed to be undergoing some sort of relaxation treatment. And one seemed to be on some island of bliss somewhere. Soon, their bodies began to tremble and shiver, the discipline was that strong, or appropriate. Some began to say things, like: "Master, yes, Master, yes, Master, yes, Master," and, "Thank you, Lord Master. Thank you, Lord Master. I'm a slave, Master. Thank you, Master. Yes, Master." A softer voice then began to permeate my awareness. A pilloried slave was speaking somewhat softly, "Serving my master is my life, serving my master is my life, serving my master is my life..." Some slaves never said a thing, and that seemed okay, too. A fully clothed man suddenly appeared, walking down the stairs from the loft. "The free man overseer, a nephew of Master Aidan's," Dink told me. The overseer was the same small stature as his uncle. About 30 years of age, he had a full shock of brown hair and a trim beard. He looked good in his jeans and denim shirt. He wore a tool belt at his waist, where also hung a cane and small coiled whip. He observed the action at the pillories while he walked down the stairs but headed straight toward Dink. "So, this is the slave staying here for a couple days?" "Master, yes, Lord Overseer Master, yes, Sir," answered Dink. "Well, let's get it kitted out." The Master Overseer led us toward the back of the building, where there were some storage rooms. He had me stand upright with my hands behind my neck. He looked at my ankle and wrist cuffs and my collar and said aloud, "All of those can stay on. They're fine." But then he took hold of the ring that has been in my cock for several years. He grabbed some bolt cutters and said, "Don't worry, slave. Your master said I could remove this." He cut the ring and tossed it into the waste basket, leaving me to feel naked, strangely enough, with no ring in my dick. He took measurements of my torso, waist and arms. He looked into my mouth, even stuck his fingers in, seemingly to test my gag reflex. "Let's see. I have his asshole size, so no need to measure that. All I need to do is try out a bit or two and see which will work best." He went back into the storage room and came out with a few different style bits. The first one he placed in my mouth was rather simple, just a bar bit. The second had a standard tongue plate. The next had a tongue plate that was a little longer than standard and had little spikes that pressed into the tongue, keeping it truly immobile. The last, and the one that seemed to bring a glint to his eye, was one with an even longer tongue plate that gently curved downward at the end. He placed it on me, and I thought I was going to gag. The tongue plate held the length of my tongue down and was long enough to curve downward slightly into my throat. I had never worn such a long tongue plate, and it caused me some feeling of panic. "Easy there, boy. Easy," the Master Overseer cooed, and I relaxed into his care. "Good slave," he said as he rubbed a hand over my head approvingly. He secured the bit tightly in place with straps that went behind my neck. Then, he pulled something up and over my head, from the bit to the back of my neck. It was a mesh, sort of, or a kind of web, of small leather straps that went up from the ends of the bit in my mouth and ran over my face. It left my nose free but hindered some of my vision as straps crossed right in front of my eyes. He brought it snugly over my scalp, all the way to the back of my neck, and secured it there. The array of straps was at least 4 inches wide and seemed to encage much of my head. "This'll keep the beast quiet," the Master Overseer stated. He stood behind me and grabbed the rings that hung at the end of the bit in my mouth. He pulled them backwards, then to the right and left, and then all around in every direction. "Yeah, seems about right." Then he took the bit entirely off my head, and I sort of missed it. How could I miss such a thing? And how could the Master Overseer have known that I sort of missed it? "Don't worry, slave. You'll get it back in the morning," he soothed as he patted my rump. While this was going on, the slaves in the pillories were released, and more slaves were locked in for their discipline sessions. I heard again the vocalizations of the slaves being disciplined and sounds of the whips and paddles striking. The Master Overseer squatted in front of me and held my dick up. It felt so strange without the ring that had hung through my PA for years. Once again, he was doing some measurements. "Okay, slave. I've got your size when you're soft. Now, I need it when you're hard. He grabbed my ball stretcher and shook, then pulled, then shook again. Then he pulled it away from my body and began slapping my balls with his free hand. "Come on, slave. I said get hard, so get hard." He gave my balls some good slaps, and almost immediately my cock started to rise. Soon, it was at full mast. "Good. Such a faggot! It gets hard when I slap its balls. Gotta love it!" He took the needed measurements. When finished, he went back into the store room and soon came back with a few items. He took a long metal band, like a belt, at least 2 inches wide, and placed it about my waist, latching it at the small of my back. Coming down from this belt, right over the pubic area and to the base of my cock, came another wide band. He the then produced 2 steel rings, each a quarter inch wide or so. He threaded my cock through these. "Permanent slaves here have piercings to use for this, but since you're not yet a permanent slave here, you get the rings that go around the cock instead of through it. Two of them. One of them way down here at the base, and one at the middle of the shaft." He paused for a moment as he finished adjusting my cock. "There! Done with that part." The Overseer Master continued: "Now, to keep the cock in the proper position..." He reached for something at his side, "this'll do the trick." He put what he called a `helmut' on the head of my dick. It was just a steel cap kind of thing that fit over the entire head of my dick. It was kept in place by a curved piece that jutted through my PA piercing. He locked the helmut in place with some sort of screw that he said I couldn't possibly even loosen let alone remove. "There. All finished." Now, my dick and 2 rings and a helmut. The Master Overseer then simply pushed my whole dick flat against that band going from my waist down to my cock. Wow, apparently that band is a powerful magnet, for when the Overseer Master pushed my dick flush against it, the rings and dick helmut stuck firmly. My cock was now held in an upright position, whether hard or soft. Also, it was held flush against my body, with only that band between it and my skin. Having my balls hanging low with the usual 3-inch ball stretcher and my stick stuck in an upright position was actually a strange and powerful sensation. It hardly felt manly. The Overseer Master turned to Dink and ordered him to take me away. "Master, yes, Master." "See it in the morning, slave," my Master Overseer called out as Dink led me away. "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master," I called back. I expected to be put in one of the stalls I described earlier, but I was led to the group of stalls housed at the back wall, the ones I couldn't get a good look at while I knelt by the front door. Now that I was up close to them, I could see that this area contained 8 stalls, all facing in the same direction, toward the stairs that led to the loft. The stalls were unlit as I was led past a few, but I could at least tell that some were occupied. I thought I was about to be placed in the 4th stall nearest the back wall, but instead Dink simply opened the gate to the stall and left it open. He turned on a light inside the stall, took a quick look around, and then came back to me. "Come, slave," he said, and led me back toward the front of the building and right to one of those pillories. "Kneel here and stay," he told me as he pointed to a spot adjacent to an available pillory. I knelt in a proper slave position: knees at shoulder width, hands behind head, back straight, chest out, cock hard within its helmut and new bondage rings. I stayed there, still and waiting, for some minutes, until an overseer-slave, in his chain harness and with at least some length of pubic hair, stood before me, his cock right in front of my face. "Kiss is, slave. Only once. Just kiss it." I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. "Now kiss my hand." He held out his right hand, and I kissed the back of it, once, gently, perhaps reverently. "Get in your place," he ordered, gesturing toward the pillory. With only a slight hesitation, I stood and placed my ankles first, then leaned forward and placed my neck and wrists into the pillory. The overseer-slave immediately enclosed my neck and wrists. Then he did the same at my ankles. Without a moment of waiting, he began striking my naked and bound body with a flogger. He started at my back and stayed there for several minutes. He struck hard and soft, soft and hard, over and over again. Have you ever been struck with a flogger on your back? It's quite a feeling. Getting struck on the back, whether by a flogger or a single-tail, tells the receiver that it is truly being hit for the sake of being it. It is not meant to be erotic, but rather it tells the receiver that it has no defenses, no right to resist, no will that matters. I didn't know whether to yell and scream or not. The throws of the flogger took my breath away, so it was by default that I stayed quiet. In a short time, my breathing became heavy and heaving. "Relax and take it, slave," the overseer-slave stated. "This is what you deserve for being a faggot." He continued striking my back, till finally he moved to my ass and even the backs of my thighs. "You'll learn, slave, to serve with everything you are, at all times. Every second slavery. That's what it's all about." His sentences, like his flogger, struck me beyond any surface level and right down to my core, right into my heart. "Faggots like you are born to work for men," he continued. "Faggots like you feel gratitude for their full enslavement." Over and over he struck with flogger and with words. I began not only to accept but to embrace what he was giving me. He was right, I knew, that I deserved this. Just for being alive I deserved it. I needed to be flogged, and, more importantly, I deserved to be a slave. "You worship men and pledge your life in service to them," the overseer-slave went on. "You are a servant-animal, born with the right to serve, with the need to serve.Your master is only giving you what you need: complete slavery. Love him for it. Love your master. It's only natural. Faggots like you need enslavement. It's your natural state of being. So just be, faggot. Just be." I invited every strike of his flogger along with the essence of his words. I still remained relatively quiet. I moaned and breathed, but I did not shout out or scream. But the intensity was building, and it need somewhere to go. Energy in and energy out, and I was bursting with energy now. My lips quivered, as did much of my body. Thoughts ran amuck in my brain, a mixed-up mash-up of everything from childhood memories, to random incidences in my life, to the intense physicality of the moment, to whatever was at the core of my being and my body, to a strange trailing blue light I noticed coming from out of nowhere and directly to me. Was I hallucinating? My heaving breaths and quivering lips turned to soft attempts to say something, attempts that, in a while, turned to full success, and I began to speak out: "I'm a faggot. I'm a slave. I'm a faggot-slave, and I need to serve with everything I am. I need to serve all the time. I need to serve with my whole life. I need to serve. That's what I am: service. Please allow me to serve, Master. Please, Master. Please allow me to serve you, Master. Thank you, Master. Please, Master! Thank you, Master!" The strikes of the flogger kept coming, sometimes very hard and sometimes very light. Was the overseer-slave winding down? Possibly. Each strike carried truth. Each strike was right for the moment. Each strike was something I needed. Each strike. Each strike. Each strike. I was now blithering. I was crying some tears. I was lost and found. I was present, here and now. I was me, and nothing else. Pure. Free. At last. Just the real me. I managed to look up and focus my eyes a bit. What was I seeing? There, only a few feet before me, stood Master Aidan. How long had he been watching, and listening? He stood there, fully clothed, with his arms folded across his torso. As the flogging began to wind down, he approached me. "Good, slave. That's it. Welcome to my place." He petted my bald head. His words and actions were soothing. My breathing began to calm, to become more regular, and as it did, Master Aidan asked, softly, "What are you?" "Master Aidan, a slave, Master," I managed to respond, quietly but audibly. "And why are you here?" "Master, to serve, Master Aidan, Sir." "With what?" "Master, with everything I am, Master." "Good. Good! That's right," he said soothingly. "And how often?" "Master, always, Master. Nonstop, Master. Slaving never stops, Master." "That's it," he said emphatically. "That's right. Now, tell me again. Tell me the truth about you." "I AM A SLAVE!!!" I began shouting. "I AM A SLAVE. I AM A PIECE OF PROPRTY, LIVESTOCK, MASTER! I SERVE THE MAN WHO OWNS ME, SIR! THAT'S ALL I EVER DO. THAT'S WHAT I'M FOR, SIR!" "That's it, slave. Let all who are present hear the truth about you. Proclaim it!" I continued with my voice very much raised, though not quite a shout: "I am a slave, Sir. I'm born to be owned. I'm born to serve fully and constantly, Sir. My owner owns everything I am, every last drop, Sir! He has the right to demand my constant service, Sir. Thank you, Master. Constant service, please Lord Master. Constant service. Constant service. Constant service, Master. I am in your service, Master. I am a slave in your service, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master. Thank you! I am fully alive in slavery, Master. I live to serve. I crave to serve my master. Thank you, Master!" "Exactly, slave, exactly. Total enslavement, nothing less. That's what's good for you. Full service in total enslavement. That's your life. Good, slave. I know that, and I'm glad you understand that." Master Aidan turned to his slave, Dink, and said, "Okay, Dink. Put this slave to bed, on its back, limbs spread." "Master, yes, Master. Your slave is very proud to serve you, Master," Dink answered. But Master Aidan stood before me again. He looked right into my eyes such that he seemed to be searching for my soul. "Try and sleep well tonight. You'll need to be ready to slave for me at first light. I'm told you're a property worth owning, so that's what I expect to see. Just remember: every second slavery. I accept nothing less." Master Aidan walked away, and the overseer-slave removed me from the pillory. Dink put a leash on my nose ring and led me toward where I'd be sleeping for the night, through the gate he had left open earlier and into my stall for the night. He took the leash off my snout ring and told me to lie down on my back with my feet toward the gate. He then bound my limbs with chains attached to the walls of the stable. "What if I have to piss?" I asked him. "Then piss," was his answer. All I'd be able to do is piss myself during the night. "There is water right here, just suck on this." He held a hose with a nipple, like the kind you might use to give a young farm animal, and gave it to me to suck some water from. When I'd had my fill, he put the hose and nipple near my head, such that I could reach it with my mouth or with my right hand, as the chain that bound my right arm had some slack to it. I think the key reason for the chains was that I could not reach my cock, as if I would anyway, the way it was bound. Dink turned off the light, walked out of the stall, closed the gate, and left me there for the night. I was locked in without a real bed or blanket. But it wasn't cold. Perhaps the room was heated, or was it just from the body heat emanating from so many slaves in the building? What was I lying on? Soft, loamy soil, it seemed to me. Some type of earthen material. It was reasonably comfortable and also wasn't cold, but rather somewhat warm. I didn't put much thought into why. Rather, I just took stock of my situation, relaxed into it, accepted it as right and good for a slave like me, and tried to allow myself to fall asleep, as I needed to be well rested and "ready to slave at first light." Sleep didn't come easily. Thoughts zoomed around my head. My backside burned from the flogging. I couldn't toss and turn, being bound the way I was, but my mind could toss and turn from one thing to another. It stopped, however, as that stream of blue light made itself known to me again. Was I imagining it? Was there really a ribbon of blue light flowing from out of nowhere and right to me? From the far reaches of the universe it came. Right to me. It found my mouth, and my lips parted. I welcomed it. Right into my nostrils and eyes, too. Right into my navel, like an umbilical cord. Right into my piss slit. The light filled my cock and balls and took them over. And the light went up my ass. From there, it reached all my body's interior, through veins and arteries, taking over organs, bones and cells, taking me over, becoming me, owning me. Or was it the real me simply lighting up, coming to full life, coming to light, coming alive? Let it happen, I told myself. It felt peaceful, natural, right. The light calmed me, made me feel a part of it all, whatever "it all" is. It made me feel like I belonged right where I was within the whole realm of existence. Belonging is a good feeling, to be a part of something, to fit somewhere. I had always felt like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle that had nowhere to fit, but now I had a place to fit. My one place to fit. The stream of blue light seemed to be telling me that I belonged right where I was, that I was in exactly the right place, that all was well and good, that I was where I was supposed to be, that I was alive and well. In surrendering to complete slavery, to a total lack of control, I had jumped off my precipice only to find that, out of nowhere, a track appeared below me, building itself one step ahead of me, to support me, to take me where I needed to go, safely. These thoughts were comforting and relaxing. I drifted off into a deep sleep, having become full of, having become the, blue light. The inside of me radiated, and I felt radiant. In the right place. Connected via a blue light. Am I a slave to the blue light? Is slavery my light? Am I the light? A part of the light? "Open up your darkness, for beyond it is your light," one of the Slave Center instructors had told me many years ago. "Somewhere, though tightly closed up and hidden it may be, the light is there. Your light." My light. My blue light. Confirming who I am. Slave. I fit in with everything, as slave. Slave, that's me. And it is good. Slave light is good. The pack mule is taken for a weekend at Master Aidan's ranch, where there are many slaves to learn from and many lessons to be had. Will the mule take another step toward fuller slavery and self-actualization? Will out of the darkness answers come to light? Will the slave know and accept its light? Can one find answers and happiness in slavery?

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Date: Sat, 11 May 2024 13:50:20 +0000 (UTC) From: SlaveMasters7 Subject: Master and His Pack Mule - Ch. 9 (Gay Authoritarian) Thanks to those who have emailed that you enjoy the story. Much appreciated. Please consider donating to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org/ Stories of The Slave Center The Nation's Leading Retailer of Trained Faggots _______________________ Master and His Pack Mule Part Nine Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Master Matt went to his Uncle Joe's house one afternoon the following week to drop off some things Master Joe didn't have, such as the pack mule tack. The visit also gave the men a chance to discuss certain details of caring for Master Matt's slave while Master Matt was away on vacation. Master Matt trusted his Uncle Joe completely and had little concern for how his slave would fare under Master Joe's control. Still, there were a few things to clear up. First, Master Matt was fine with his cousin, the young Master Kevin, being active with his slave, but he insisted that Master Joe always be present. At age 19, Master Kevin was just far too young and inexperienced to be taking on full responsibility for a slave. Second, Master Joe, once again, questioned Master Matt on the idea of feeding the slave shit. Master Matt gave a hard no on that activity. "I've never fed it my shit, so I certainly don't want you feeding it your shit. Use it as toilet paper, if you like, but do not feed it your shit." Master Joe understood and agreed, though it was apparent that such kind of feeding was something Master Joe expected to do with a slave, and he seemed to believe the slave, and its slavery, benefited from it. Still, he understood that Master Matt is the one who decides what his property would eat. Third, Master Joe asked about having the slave in a chastity device. Master Matt explained that such a device would be totally superfluous with his slave, completely unnecessary. He explained, "My slave has been in chastity since the day my father bought it, and no device has ever been needed. When my slave sees its cock, it knows that it belongs its Master and that its Master has ordered the slave not to touch it." "Yeah, but wouldn't it be better to be sure?" queried Master Joe. "I am sure! I trust my slave. I know my slave. It doesn't touch what it has no right to touch. End of story!" "Okay, but I'd want to exert exact control over it," explained Master Joe. "I am exerting exact control over it, and so did my dad when he owned it. Look, when my slave sees its hand, it knows that that hand is my property and that I control it. When it sees its dick, it knows that that is also my property and that he has no right to touch it. It knows that, thoroughly! It accepts that! It lives that!" Master Joe was actually fine with not having his guest slave not wearing a chastity device, but still he wondered about Master Matt's point of view on the subject. "I don't know. A cock is a cock and man is a man. And men masturbate. That's all there is to it." "Maybe so," retorted Master Matt, and he went on, somewhat emphatically, "but my slave isn't a man! It's a slave. It's a faggot. It's a piece of property! It doesn't even have a cock. It may have something that looks like a cock, but it isn't one, not a real one anyway. It's not for fucking any kind of hole. It may get hard, but it doesn't want to screw anything. It's just there, full of life and showing me it's happy in its slavery, and I like that. Just make sure my slave doesn't play with it, but you'll see that it won't even try. It hasn't touched itself in years! In fact, I think my slave would break its own heart if it played with it, because that would destroy its connection with me in slavery, and it's not going to do that. It would rather be my slave than play with itself. That may be hard for a man to imagine, but I guess that is what separates slaves from men. I understand the interest in using a chastity device. And the look fucking hot! I feel it, and I know many slaves yearn for one. But this slave doesn't get one. Doesn't need one. Its chastity is via trust. I trust it to follow my standing orders." "Well, sounds fine, but I still like those devices!" exclaimed Master Joe. "And so do I, but still... my slave doesn't need one. And I like to think that chastity is for the slave to give, not for the master to take," offered Master Matt, "as a sign of its acceptance and devotion. And anyway, if you fuck it right, it'll cum, device or no device," Master Matt kept going. "I fucked my slave's brains out after you and Master Kevin left the other night, and it shot a big load, no hands. Just me fucking it hard up the ass made it shoot its load. My slave is such a faggot! What does it know of having a cock!" "Okay, okay. I won't put your slave in a chastity device, just like I won't feed it anything special. Don't worry. It's your slave and will only be treated as such," confirmed Master Joe. Master Matt looked at his Uncle Joe with a small amount of skepticism, so Master Joe countered, "Really, really! That's one thing we really agree on: it's your slave and you set the rules. I have no problem with that! That's exactly as it should be. But if I ever own a slave again, I'm gonna lock its cock up but good and feed it my shit!" Master Matt and Master Joe were just about done discussing the responsibilities of taking care of Master Matt's slave when Master Kevin showed up. He walked through the front door with a small suitcase. The three men all greeted each other, and Master Joe explained that Master Kevin would be staying with Master Joe for the next couple of weeks. "Well, I guess that's good, because I want my slave kept busy. It's either serving in some way, worshiping its Masters, or spending time in bondage until its services are required again. Nothing else, ever. Total slavery, just like you taught me, Uncle Joe." "Now, that is something I can support!" Master Joe responded. "And don't forget, writing journal entries, essays on slavery, devotions, poems and stories... all count as service. So, perhaps it would be a good idea to set aside a block of time once or twice a day for the slave to write. It can do that in its slave e-journal. I'll read its entries every day I'm gone, and maybe even write comments back." "Yeah. Sounds good," said Master Joe. "Just stop worrying. Everything will be fine." Master Joe was ushering Master Matt to the door. "I'll come pick the slave up around noon tomorrow. Master Kevin will be at uni, so it will be just me." "Okay. Sounds good. Thanks, Uncle Joe. I'm sure my slave will be completely obedient for you." "Yeah, I'm sure of it, too," replied Master Joe. Master Matt gave his uncle a hug, waved so long to Master Kevin, then got in his car and drove home. -------------------- It was Thursday morning. Master Matt was flying out of town for vacation that afternoon. Master Joe was due to pick me up at around noon, but he called and informed Master Matt that he had made other arrangements. Rather than Master Joe driving across town to pick me up, he had called and paid for The Slave Center's slave transport service. The vehicle would be at Master Matt's house at 11:45. Master Matt, just a couple hours before The Slave Center slave transport van arrived, informed me that I'd be staying with Master Joe for a while. He said he expected slave perfection from me and reminded me that Master Joe would be my legal overseer. Finally, in an almost a tender and loving manner, he said he was sure he'd be proud of me for my proper slave behavior with Master Joe. Before the transport van arrived, Master Joe put his ball stretcher back on my sack. It was a 3-inch long steel device he could lock closed once he had it on my nuts. I often had this device on. Master Matt, while placing the stretcher on my nuts, explained, "Someday, I plan to have my slave balls stretched way out there. Once the permanent stretcher I ordered from The Slave Center arrives, I'll put it on my slave and once a year add another ring to it. I'll just keep stretching my slave balls till they're way down to its knees!" The slave transport van arrived pretty much on time, and Master Matt walked out with me to the van. The driver and his assistant, for all slave transport vans were required to have at least two overseers on all journeys, stepped out of the van and opened the side door. Both of the men, I noticed, wore Slave Center uniforms with tall black leather boots, and each carried a small kind of whip at the waist. I wondered how often they needed it. I doubted they used them often, as all the slaves I know try so hard to be properly obedient. I knelt in the grass before my master, and we said our good-byes. As Master Matt inserted the bit with tongue plate in my mouth and fastened it securely, he said, "Just be the slave you are and let your slavery define you. Make me proud to own you, my slave. You always do!" I wished to answer him, to tell him that I'd miss him, that I hope he has a great vacation, that I'd be looking forward to his return, that I love him... but with the bit in my mouth, all I could do was mumble. "I know, slave. I know," he said in return. "Just be a good faggot for your Master Joe!" I got to my feet, turned and showed one of the van overseers the bottom of my right foot. He scanned my slave registration tattoo and motioned for me to climb into the van. I took the only available seat remaining, back row and center. The van door closed and we took off. I looked over my shoulder to see Master Matt walking back into his house, and as the van made its way out of Master's neighborhood, I wondered what my time at Master Joe's house would be like. The common Slave Center transport van holds eight slave passengers in regular bucket seats with seat belts. The seats have covers that can easily be removed and washed, as virtually all slaves travel in the nude, and sanitation laws therefore require the laundering of the seat covers after every single use. Available at each slave seat was a small bottle of water for the slave's safety. Slaves traveled pretty much like free citizens, except all slaves were required to be fully bitted to ensure a quiet journey for all. I read the sign placed on the back of every seat in the van: Except in case of emergency All Slaves Must Remain Seated Remain Silent Remain Still I looked at the slaves next to me. The female to my left had really large rings in her nipples. They looked heavy. The male slave to my right was middle-aged. He had a thick septum ring and was covered in tattoos, even his cock and balls. While the gag in my mouth effectively held my tongue down, it allowed me to nearly close my mouth. But the slave to my right had a bit that kept its mouth wide open, over an inch. He noticed me looking his way. His eyes sparkled, so I presumed he was a happy slave. Except for the female slave next to me and one in the front row, whom I couldn't really see, the other slave passengers were all male. All of them had septum rings and shaved heads or close-cropped hair. None could say a word, but they seemed healthy and amiable enough. Since the Slave Transport Van was full, it took nearly an hour for me to arrive at Master Joe's house across town. I watched as each slave disembarked and knelt in front of the master who was receiving the slave. Many of the masters, it seemed to me, gave the slave a friendly and warm greeting. One man, in full Slave Center mastery garb, including pants with a genital pouch, was standing on the sidewalk in front of his home before the transport van arrived. His slave did not walk out of the van. It crawled out and then across the sidewalk. Upon reaching its Master, it kissed each of his boots and then rested its forehead between them. Its hands, of course, were firmly behind its back. Before the van drove away, I could see that the master spoke a word or two, and the slave came to a standard slave kneeling position. I watched as the master clipped a leash to its nose ring, but the van drove away before I could see more. The scene seemed so loving and tender to me. I was the second-to-last to be dropped off. Master Joe walked out of his house as the van drove up to his sidewalk. The van pulled to a stop, and I undid my seat belt and stepped out of the van when the van overseer opened the sliding van door. I stepped out, wearing, of course, nothing but my collar, ankle and wrist cuffs, ball stretcher, and bit. Master Joe was standing on his front lawn, just beyond the sidewalk. So I walked to him and knelt in proper slave position. He waved to the van workers as they prepared to drive away. He then put a hand softly behind my head for few moments, and said, "Welcome, my slave." He had a Master's Tool Belt around his waist. He retrieved some nipple clamps, and before I knew what was happening he attached these powerful clamps to my tits, causing strong pressure and, dare I say it? Real pain. It was all I could do to keep breathing regularly, but Master Joe helped me. He said, "That's a good slave. Just breathe. That's all you've gotta do. Just breathe normally and give me those tits. They're mine. Just let me have them. They'll feel good in a little bit. You know they will. All a slave has to do is just be." And sure enough, in about a minute the pain turned to glory. I remained on my knees and looked into Master Joe's eyes. He looked down at me and smiled, while his hands again were at my nipples. This time, they grabbed each clamp, and he pressed on them to create even more pressure on my tits. I breathed in very deeply, trying to cope, and yet finding myself liking it, too. "Good slave," Master Joe cooed. "That's a good slave." He said in a relaxed fashion. He let go of the clamps and said, "Come, slave, let's go into the house." With a small sense of trepidation, with my hands behind my back, with Master Matt's bit still firmly in my mouth and holding my tongue down, with a half hard on, and with seriously strong tit clamps on my nips, I rose and followed Master Joe into his house. Master Joe immediately took a seat in his living room, in a chair he had moved there from his dining table. I guess he didn't want to welcome me while sitting on his sofa or love seat. He spread his legs out wide and pointed to the carpet in front of him. I knelt there, bowed my head, and then looked up to his face. "Good slave," he said matter-of-factly, then he leaned forward to grab the little chain that ran between the nipple clamps. Once his right hand had a hold of it, he leaned back in his chair and held the chain rather tightly, such that my nipples were pulled toward him a bit. And once he was satisfied with how he was situated in the chair, he said, "Lean back a little slave. Show me those nipples are mine." I leaned back as much as I dare, which wasn't much. The tautness of the chain added a great deal to the intensity of the sensations on my tits. My face must have showed Master Joe my distress. "That's it slave. Do it for me. Do it. More," he said, and I'll be damned if I didn't lean back just a little bit more. "That's it! Good slave. They're my tits. You've got nothing to do with them. They're mine. Show me you understand that, accept that, know that." And with those words I leaned back just a little more again. He was right, after all. They're his tits, not mine. And if he wants them to hurt, it's his right to make them hurt. He remained silent for perhaps half a minute, just sitting there with tit chain in hand and observing his slave in front of him. Then he said, "Look at me slave, right in my eyes." I obeyed and looked into his eyes, those deep hazel orbs that seemed to bespeak of both confidence and stability. My tits were on fire, burning with both pain and pleasure. "I'm the one who's been teaching your Master Matt how to keep you in total slavery. My goal, while you're here with me, is to take you even further and return you to him as a more complete slave. How's that sound, faggot? That's what you want for your Master Matt, isn't it, to be an improved faggot?" I could not really enunciate an answer with the bit in my mouth, and I wasn't really sure what to say anyway. Master Joe reached forward to take hold of one side of the bit and wiggled it a bit. "Go ahead and talk with the bit in your slave mouth. I bet I can understand you. You may as well start practicing because this bit, or one like it, is going to be in your mouth a lot while you're here." I spoke, or mumbled, as best I could, "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master. Very good, Master." "See! I understood you just fine. I see no reason to not have a bit in your faggot mouth until such time as I wish that mouth to serve me." "Master, yes, Sir. Thank you, Master, Sir!" "So, let's get started with further clarity." He sat up straight and looked me right in the eyes. "Why does a slave speak?" he asked. "To serve its Master." My eyes met his as I answered. "Why does a slave breathe? "To serve its Master." "Why does a slave eat?" "To serve its Master." "Why does a slave rest?" "To serve its Master." "Why does a slave live?" "To serve its Master." "Yes. Believe it, slave. I do. In the next two and a half weeks I will continue your faggot education, and you'll be a better slave for it. How does that sound?" "Master, thank you, Master." "Correct answer, faggot." "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master." Apparently Master Joe had some things he needed to say: "Nothing but slave. That's what I see in front of me. Nothing but slave." He pulled to apply more pressure on the tit chain again. He looked me in the eyes. "There's no such thing as a reward for you, faggot. There's no such thing as a punishment for you. There is only what you are, faggot service and faggot obedience, and nothing else. You know I'm right. A total slave. Service and obedience. That's all you are. Nothing more. And you'll get no reward from me for being who and what you are, and there's no punishment I can dole out that can make you be more of who and what you are. You are just you, so be it. You know you love it. The rewards are intrinsic, and so are your punishments. Am I right, slave?" He relinquished his grip on the chain and sat back in his chair again. "Master, yes, Master. What could this slave earn as a reward anyway, Master?" I asked through my bit and was kind of surprised he understood what I had said. "Good question. You can earn more slavery, stricter slavery, which you are going to get anyway." "Master, very good, Master. Thank you, Master." "Has any punishment ever made you a better slave? I thought about that for a moment and then answered, "Master, no, Master, I don't think so, Master. I serve because I seek to serve, because it is such a deep part of me, Sir. I don't serve out of a desire to avoid punishment, Sir. Punishment doesn't help the process of self acceptance, Sir. No punishment has ever helped me find my slave heart, Master. And knowing my slave heart, and living by it, that's my reward, Sir. Thoughts of punishment only interfere, Master. They don't motivate, Master, Sir. My slave heart motivates me, Master." "Hmmm. Interesting. You know, I've been a master for a long time, and I know from experience that many slaves fail in their obedience, or make mistakes on ordered task, just out of a selfish desire, subconscious or not, to be punished. Some slaves are manipulative little shits and try to top from the bottom, but not you. Right, slave?" "Master, no, Master. I hope not, Master. I only seek to live true to my slave nature, Master. My nature is clear to me, Sir. I have accepted it, Master. I am a slave, Master. And my happiness lies in being true to my slavery, Master." "Very good. Living true to your slave nature is what you're going to do while you're with me. I'll make sure of it." "Master, thank you, Master." "Then we are in complete agreement. Good. I thought so, but it's good to hear it directly from the slave's mouth." "Master, yes, Master." Master Joe leaned forward again. "Now, let me tell you something about me, faggot. I'm a born Master, and I'm happiest when I own a slave and feel the full responsibility of slave ownership. It fulfills me somehow, deep down. More so than the services a slave provides. And way more than the erotic pleasures, though I love those, too. And since I'm homosexual, I really like faggots! And you're a cute faggot. So, I think we'll do well for the next couple weeks or so." "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." Master Joe suddenly leaned forward and reached out toward my big tits. He gently and carefully removed the clamps. This caused a wild rush of physical and emotional sensations through me. It was all I could do to maintain my proper slave position on my knees and keep my hands behind my back. Wow, how intense! "Let it go, slave. Let it go," Master Joe soothed. Then, he took the clamps, switched the direction in which they'd clamp my tits, and put them on again. It was about all I could take. Such a rush of `pain'. "Let go. Just let it go," Master Joe continued to coo. I, of course, listened to my master and tried to do just that, succeeding reasonably well. I kept breathing as normally as I possibly could and let the clamps do their thing. I was better for it, in the end, more focused on my master, more awake, more alive. "That's it, faggot. They're my mine. Just give them to me." He grabbed the chain again and pulled it taut, playing with the pressure of the pull a little bit, perhaps experimenting for himself to see how I'd react to his control. After the initial rush from the repositioning of the clamps was winding down, I looked Master Joe in the eyes and calmly said, "Master, thank you, Master. Thank you, Sir." I was in a refreshed place of peace and acceptance, with a determination to be Master Joe's focused and obedient slave. "Good. Now, show me know your place. Stand up, bend over, grab your ankles, or place them on your knees if you can't reach your ankles, and stick out my slave ass." I took my ordered position in the middle of his living room. He took a wood paddle, like a frat paddle, from his coffee table. He took his position behind me. He stood with his legs spread to give him balance and the ability to swing the paddle well. "You're a faggot," then he landed the first swat. Whack! I took it and remained quiet. "Answer me!" he said with a raised and determined voice. "Master, yes, Master. I'm a faggot, Master! Thank you, Master." "You're a slave!" Whack! Master Joe said loudly and insistently. "Master, yes, Master. I'm a slave, Master! Thank you, Master." "I am your legal overseer." Whack! "Master, yes, Master. You are my legal overseer, Master! Thank you, Master." "You will obey." Whack! "Master, yes, Master. I will obey, Master! Thank you, Master." "I have all rights to this slave." Whack! "Master, yes, Master. You have all rights to this slave, Master! Thank you, Master." "I hold all the slave's limits." Whack! "Master, yes, Master. You hold all the slave's limits, Master! Thank you, Master." "You're a slave and nothing but a slave." "Master, yes, Master. I'm a slave and nothing but a slave, Master! Thank you, Master." "A slave's purpose is to obey." "Master, yes, Master. A slave's purpose is to obey, Master! Thank you, Master." He finished and took a seat on his sofa. He pointed to me, indicating where I was to present in a kneeling position. I took to my knees right between his knees. The paddle was still in his right hand and resting on his upper thigh. I knelt and raised my chest high. I let out a deep breath. My face was probably flush, and my ass was burning red. My hands were at the small of my back, and my cock rose to full mast. I looked at Master Joe. "Master, thank you, Master." I took some more breaths, as Master Joe sat calmly, just watching his slave before him. He seemed very relaxed. "Master, thank you, Master," I offered again. And then again, until I found myself repeating: "Master, thank you, Master. Master, thank you, Master. Master, thank you, Master. Master, thank you, Master." I began to slip in other words, other communications, as Master Joe had pulled my slave self out of any level of inner seclusion: "Master, I am slave and only slave, Master. Master, I am here for you, Master. Master, thank you, Master. Master, thank you, Master. Master, please allow this slave to serve you, Master. Master, thank you, Master." Master Joe accepted all this with quiet ease, as if it were his natural due. I leaned forward, my hands still behind my back, brought my head to his knees and thighs, and rested my cheek on his knee. I brushed my cheek against the denim of his right inner thigh. I lifted my head and kissed his paddle, caressingly, lovingly, adoringly, worshipfully. "That's it, slave," he stated as he reached a hand out and caressed my hairless scalp. "That's it. A slave loves whoever controls it." He felt so good, so caring, so accepting of what I am, so appreciative, so loving. He used both hands to guide my face to his crotch. I sniffed and rubbed my face against his bulge. I knew this was not about sex, but about bonding. And Master Joe made it easy for me to to bond with him. As I kept my face in his crotch and nudged my nose and mouth in there as much as I could, he reached under my torso, grabbed my already tenderized nipples, and squeezed. Hard. "That's right, slave. Show me how much you love me. Show me how much you love my cock. You remain gentle and loving around my cock," as he squeezed my nips much harder still. All I could do, all I wanted to do, was be his good faggot. I kissed his denim covered crotch gently as he used his powerful hands on my slave nipples. I loved it. Master Joe pulled his t-shirt over his head. He gently nudged the back of my head to tell me to come up his torso. I brought my lips to his hairy stomach and luxuriated in his forest of man hair. But he indicated again for me to move upward. He brought me to his left nipple. I placed my mouth on the hairy little nip and suckled. "That's it, slave. Nice and gentle. Make me feel good. Nice and gentle with my man tit." He allowed me to suckle for a short time, then he moved me to his other nipple. "A man has nipples. They get nice and gentle sucking. That's it. Softly. A man has nipples, but a slave doesn't. A slave has... What are they called again?" He feigned not knowing. "Oh, yeah, pain nubs," he answered himself as he squeezed and twisted mine. It felt intense, but I kept gently sucking his small, soft, tender man tits. I could smell his body, his nearby hairy pits, as he gave my pain nubs what they needed. "It's good for slaves and their slavery," Master Joe stated as he squeezed with all his might now, and all I could do was let go of them, let him take possession of them, as I, as his slave, must do. I nestled in my place of slave-calm and admired Master Joe's body, appreciating it, my cheek brushing up against his chest hair, my lips caressing his nipple, my pain nubs in his masterful grip. I didn't really want this time to end, but Master Joe had other ideas. He took his hands from my pain nubs and pulled a different type of clamp from his kit of slave tools. These were not connected to each other by a chain. Rather, they were small and not so intense, though they clamped firmly and had some weight to them. Hanging from each was a small bell that rang with a slave's every move. They seemed part decoration and part aural communication as they kept a firm pressure on my pain nubs. "These will be part of your basic wear while you're here, slave. And, don't worry, I've got more just like them that are a lot more intense," Master Joe explained. "I like to hear where a slave is at all times, and every jingle reminds a slave of what it is." He then produced a large ring, thick and perhaps 2 inches in diameter. The ring had a removable segment. He slipped the ring through my septum piercing and screwed the removable segment back in place. "This will also be part of your life here as my slave," he said as he rose to his feet. "Here's your prayer mat." He rolled it out on his living room floor. "Get on it in a proper slave kneeling present position." I did as ordered, and he took a few photos of me. "Chest out. You're proud of the slave bells on you. Head up. Look at the camera. Nice smile," he instructed me. "Yeah, nice." He showed me the pics and then sent them to Master Matt. "Your Master Matt will be happy to see his slave is already doing so well." Within a minute, I heard Master Joe's phone ding. "Ah, a message from Master Matt. He says he likes the nose ring and the little bells," Master Joe told me. "And he has a message for you, slave: be a good slave and let Master Joe have your beautiful slave heart." A second message came in: "I'm heading to the airport now." My time with Master Joe, my overseer, had begun.

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Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2024 23:54:00 +0000 (UTC) From: SlaveMasters7 Subject: Master and His Pack Mule Ch. 6 (Gay Authoritarian) Note: Please donate to Nifty. The site gets your dick hard. Stories of The Slave Center The Nation's Leading Retailer of Trained Faggots _______________________ Master and His Pack Mule Part Six Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. And so my further development in slavery continued. I spent not a moment doing anything that was not in direct service to my master. And, somehow, I was more at peace. Master did not have his slave rented outside his home for service, so this slave stayed home while he was at work. Such times I used to spend in relative leisure, but now Master wrote me a slave to-do list for every hour of the day. His goal was to have slave labor assigned to me all day long, everyday. The list contained the basic things, like cleaning and cooking, but he also came up with projects for his slave to attend to.. One project was starting a vegetable garden in his back yard. Another was to use its carpentry and woodworking skills to build things. Master provided a choice of 3 items to build. He said it was my choice, but stated that the choice must be the item best suited to further my journey in slavery. He would approve or disapprove my choice based on my reasons for making it. I looked at his list and knew immediately what I would build first: a large and fancy wooden throne for my Master to sit so that I may better worship Him. The design and instructions were provided. Master readily approved his throne as my building project. Master allowed me to walk alone to the hardware store nearby. It was one of the few stores that allowed entry to slaves who were unattended by a free person. I walked through Master's suburban neighborhood to the store. I had Master's mule pack on my back, as Master taught me how to place it on myself. I used it to carry my purchases home. Getting all I need to make Master's throne took a couple trips. The store did not permit slaves to be barefoot, so I wore slave sandals. Very simple foot coverage, indeed. I was naked, of course, but for collar and cuffs, and mule pack. I had finished the first stages of making the throne. It was to be a raised seat on a small platform and fit for any king. When I got to the part where the actual seat was to be created, I discovered the design offered the maker some choices. One could install a simple but luxurious cushion, or one could install other types of seats. What caught my attention was the design that it offered a dual purpose. A luxurious cushion may be placed for the Master to be seated, but that cushion could be easily removed and reveal toilet seat. A large a toilet-sized hole open to a large space beneath the throne, where a slave could be placed. Sounded good to me, for I loved worshiping at my master's asshole. Seeing this design feature of the throne immediately caused my cock to swell, so I took that as reason enough to choose this design: a throne, a rim seat, and a full toilet all in one. I took my choice to my master, and he approved. It took me the better part of two weeks to complete the throne, but it turned out pretty well. I built it outside on the back patio, and Master instructed me to place the finished product at one side of his patio and leave it there. He said he wanted to be outside when seated on it. Master surprised this slave when he left instructions on how to build another simple item that I had never seen. It goes with his throne, a simple kind of platform that rose only 3 inches from the ground. It was like a worship mat, but rather a worship platform. Master ordered me to build it and place it directly in front of his throne. It was a simple build and took only 2 days of my labor. I placed it in front of Master's throne, and the two pieces made a good match. When Master saw it, he approved. Master tried his new throne out that first evening. He sat fully dressed on his throne and I prostrated naked on the worship platform and prayed to him. Most times since that first time, Master has had something to read while his slave worshiped him, but that first time he did not. He looked down at his slave from his elevated position and verbally encouraged and enticed and even ordered his slave's prayers and worship, claiming them as his right. He began using the throne most evenings, soon after returning home from work. It became my favorite time of day. On the first Saturday since the throne had been built, Master said, "Okay slave. Let's try the rim seat." I demonstrated to Master the slide out platform under the throne which provided a place for the full length of a slave to lie down. Master was immediately pleased to see that a slave could be secured from head to toe with ease, as fixtures were in place to lock onto the slave's ankle and wrist cuffs as well as to the slave's collar. "Lie down, slave." "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master," I replied and moved my body into place. He affixed my ankles, wrists and collar to the device, and there I was, flat on my back under Master's throne. My face looked up into relative darkness, until Master lifted the toilet lid. He peered down at my face and spit. Then, he turned, dropped his pants and sat down. His asshole, depending how he sat, could be some inches from my mouth and it could rest right on my mouth. He adjusted his legs a little, which brought his ass deeper down in the seat, practically right up against my nose. I inhaled the glory of it all, and began lapping at his beautiful hole. I loved the smell, I loved the hair, I loved the taste. His hole wasn't freshly washed, but it wasn't truly dirty either. On Sunday, however, Master had me prostrate myself and worship for a long time. "More," he kept saying. "More. Tell me, slave. Tell me. Let me know how lucky you are to be my slave. Give everything to me, slave. Everything." As my worship slowed down and came to an end, Master said, "Now, show me." I was unsure of what he meant, but it occurred to me that he was sitting on a throne with a rim seat. So, I moved to place myself under his ass, but without being bound under the throne like yesterday. As I moved to get in proper position, I saw Master stand up from the throne seat and lift it to reveal the rim seat. He then dropped his pants and sat back down, so I knew I was right in my actions. As I was lowering myself into position, Master called out, "Show me you know where you belong, slave." "Master, yes, Master," I replied as I laid myself on my back and placed my face under his throne. He then sat down, his hairy asshole right at my face. His hole was a shitty mess. He must have taken a shit earlier and not wiped. This was new for my Master. I inhaled deeply and felt drunk on the smell. Then, I dove in with my mouth wide open to suck on his hole. I licked and slurped. I noticed my cock got raging hard. I happily took in the smears and remnants of his shit. I licked and sucked the shit right into my mouth. This was a first for me, and I loved it. I thought about from whom the shit came and felt privileged to be tasting it. It had been in my Master's gut, right inside my Master, and now I had the honor of eating it up and taking it into me. Delicious. My cock was raging. I dove my mouth into his hole and slurped with a frenzy. Master said nothing, but I finally thought I heard him open a magazine to begin reading. Soon, though, his phone rang, and he began a conversation with Jenn. I just kept rimming his ass and loving it. I had long since licked it clean, but I wanted more. I continued to rim him until he got off the phone and told me I was done. Heaven. I had been to my Heaven. -------------------------- My Master had just gotten home after running his Saturday errands with his pack mule in tow. Upon returning home, Master removed his mule pack from my back but left in the tail and bit. He filled my water bowl and told me to drink as needed, and then ordered me to get to work on quickly mowing the front and back lawns. I was already an improved slave. I executed every order with a quicker response time and with better results. I moved with a happy slave bounce in my step. I retrieved the push mower and powered it over first the front lawn and then the back. The neighbors were accustomed to seeing this slave doing its tasks in the nude, but some took a second glance upon noticing the tail and bit. A couple teen boys walked by and looked up from their phones. One said, "It's about time! My dad says you've got to keep tight controls on a faggot to let it know every second that the thing a faggot's good for is slavery." Master hadn't told me his Uncle Joe was coming over for the evening, so when I saw Master come out to the back patio I was surprised to see how he was dressed. I had expected to see him in his swimsuit, or even nude, for his usual Saturday afternoon time on his patio and in the sun. But he was dressed in black jeans, cowboy boots and hat, with his short-sleeved shirt open down to near his naval. He had his whip coiled at his right hip and a wood paddle hanging at the other Sweat was dripping all over my body as I made the final runs across Master's backyard with the mower. When I saw Master dressed as he was, I knew something was up. As I completed mowing the lawns, I returned the mower to its storage place, drank plenty of water from my bowl, and then went to my knees next to my master to present myself for his next order. "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master. How may your slave serve you further, Master?" I said firmly. Without ceremony, Master removed the bit from my mouth and then had me get on all fours as he pulled out my butt plug tail. He then took the water house to me and sprayed me down. "Now, let's rinse out my slave ass again. We moved over to the hose just outside the little stable, where this slave normally washes. Master has a rim seat stool that is placed over the outside drain. His slave sits on this, enabling Master to easily shove the nozzle of the hose up his slave's ass to clean it out. "Yeah, my slave needs to be clean because Uncle Joe really likes to fuck and play with a slave's ass." This was how I learned Master Joe was paying a visit that afternoon. I have met Master Joe several times. While my first master (my current Master's father) was a firm but gentle slave owner, His brother, Joe, had tried to convince him that much firmer control was needed for a slave, that it produced better service and a happier slave. But my master paid him no mind. Then, when my Master's son inherited me, he began to accept advice from his Uncle Joe. Master Joe is gay. Having had a slave of his own for some years until he was forced to sell it due to financial need, Master Joe was practiced in slave ownership and longed to experience it again. He just couldn't afford to buy one. Once Master was convinced that his slave's ass was properly cleaned out, he took me into the kitchen and explained the dinner plan for the afternoon. This slave was to barbecue pork ribs and serve them with potatoes and salad. He told me to complete some prep work for the meal and, when I was finished, to go to my prayer mat for my required afternoon prayers. He explained that he had already placed my prayer mat in the middle of his freshly mowed backyard. He also explained that his Uncle Joe would be here around 4 o'clock and that dinner should be served around 6 o'clock. "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master," was my only possible response. Then, I hopped to my tasks of doing some prep work for dinner. Sometimes I wondered where all the vim and vigor came from in my development as a more energized and enthusiastic slave, but for some time now it had become my norm, just as Master wanted. And, surprisingly, it pleased me as well. I felt the process of becoming a more quick-stepping obedient slave to be very purifying. Maybe the article in The Slave Center Journal was right and the way to a faggot's happiness and life satisfaction is through a better, stronger, more complete slavery. I had been on my worship mat in the yard for probably 20 minutes when I heard the front doorbell ring. Master was wise to have had me in prayer prior to his Uncle Joe's arrival, for in my worship, my prayer, my mediations, I opened my slave-heart fully. By the time I heard that doorbell ring, I was eager to serve both men, as a slave must be. I hadn't seen Master Joe in about a year, and I yearned to get a look at him now because I always found him pleasant to look at. But I hadn't been dismissed from my prayer mat and prayers. So, I continued my worship session in Master's back yard as my slave cock became fully engorged. My master and his uncle Joe stayed in the house for a short while, probably just talking as they had not seen each other in a good long while. When they did emerge from the house, they had beers in their hands and seemed in good spirits. I saw immediately that Master Joe came prepared, with a small whip coiled at one hip and a cane at the other. I heard Master Joe's voice, "Ah, there it is! When it is not working, it's worshiping, eh?" "That's right, Uncle Joe!" "So, you're taking my advice. Your slave will be happier under your absolute and complete control and in total service. It's just natural for some faggots." "Well, it sure seems to be working, and I'm enjoying it, too." "Good. I sure miss having a slave at my beck and call and worshiping me for its enslavement." "Yeah, that's a trip, isn't? It seems like the more I master the faggot the more it's full of love and gratitude." "See. I told you! And I tell you again: give your faggot total enslavement, and it will live a happy fulfilling life. And that's more than most people can hope for in this world." Master Joe took a sip of his beer and continued, "Give your slave proper discipline. Teach it that the only freedom it wants, and the only freedom it is allowed, is to serve its Master. You'll reap the benefits as a man, and the faggot will reap the joys of full enslavement, which is the only joy it can ever fully understand. And I say if enslavement is the only joy it can ever truly experience, then give it to him full throttle. Give it everything you've got. Master the faggot. Master it completely. And it will worship you for it." "Well, so far, since I've been taking your advice, I'd say you're right. I've never been happier with my slave's service, and my slave seems so satisfied lately." "So, you've done what I said and started to take away everything from it that isn't its slavery. No time for lounging around. No time for thinking about anything but its Master. Only time for service and worship." "I've already taken away pretty much everything. It hasn't had a free moment in a week or so. And I guess I'm a little surprised, but I love it! You told me I'd be developing a more complete slave, but now I don't want my slave to ever have a conscious moment outside of slavery to me. Just the thought of controlling its life that much makes my dick hard. So, seems like I'm becoming a more complete Master." Joe looked at his nephew's crotch, saw the bulge, and smiled in understanding. "And you like it!" "Yeah, I love it!" My master continued, "For about a week already, my slave is either serving me or worshiping me. Otherwise, it's locked in storage." "Good. That's what a faggot-slave needs, and you're going to find, more and more, that as you strengthen its enslavement, your slave will love you more and more, to the point of true worship. To a slave, a its master is a god." "I'm kind of ashamed to admit it, but it feels good to me to feel its worship. It feels good to me that the slave trusts being in my control, safe in my control. It feels good to me when it looks at me with those lusty puppy dog eyes of his. And, most of all, it feels good... No, it feels great, when I give it an order and it absolutely hops to it with that eager readiness to serve me. I LOVE THAT!" "Good ! You should! It's your right to expect eager service from your slave. Just accept that you're a man, and that thing right there is a faggot-slave. And such faggots exist to be enslaved by men." The two men had a quiet moment and sipped on their beers. Soon, though, Master Joe suggested that he give the slave, since it was still on its prayer mat, someone to worship. With the okay from his nephew, Master Joe took a chair from the patio and placed it about a yard in front of the prostrate, bitted and butt-plugged slave. He then stripped himself of all his clothing and sat naked on the chair. He sat back comfortably and spread his legs, putting himself on display to the slave before him. He clasped his hands behind his back to reveal his armpits. He held his position for a minute or two as the slave now knelt and started breathing more heavily. Man and faggot made eye contact, at which time the man simply said, "Show me." The faggot-slave looked sort of stunned at first, but soon a low moan began sounding out from deep within it. The sound started out low and began to rise in volume and force. It became a primal yell. The slave lifted its arms over its head, spread out beyond shoulder width, as if it were looking to the heavens. But its heaven was right in front of him, and within. The slave prostrated itself again and did everything physically possible to show Master Joe his due reverence. The faggot cock became rock hard, further revealing its worship of the man before him. But that's all a slave cock is for, to show reverence, to reveal the slave's truth, to be an outward manifestation of how a slave feels inside. It is by no means a sex organ. Slavery is the only sex a faggot gets. A slave would slave for its master than touch its cock. A slave would rather obey its master than touch its cock. A slave would rather worship its master than touch its cock. A slave would rather be put in storage than touch its cock. A slave would rather be whipped than touch its cock. A slave would rather be its master's toilet than touch its cock. This is simply the nature of some slaves. Like The Slave Center, Master Joe promotes a slavery in which a chastity device is simply unneeded. Master Joe, as an experienced master, knew what he saw in front of him, and liked it. He stood up from his chair sporting his own large erection. Good genes run in Master's family, as all the males were beautifully endowed. Master Joe positioned his hard cock inches in front of the slave now on all fours on the prayer mat. He brought his cock to within inches of the slave mouth. "Look but don't touch, slave. Smell if you can, but don't touch. Just observe and know what you are: Servant of man. Servant of cock. Servant. Lifelong servant, and nothing else. Slavery is right for you. Slavery is good for you. Slavery is what you deserve. Slavery is all you have. There is nothing else for you to want in life but slavery. Your slavery is all you are.Your slavery defines you. Your slavery suits you. Your slavery is man's gift to you. Be good in your slavery. You know it's the best you can be. Be proud in your slavery. Puff out your chest in slavery. Smile in your slavery. Work all day in slavery. You're a slave, the only thing you ever need be. Chattel. Property. Servant. Honor the man who enslaves you. Give him all your love and respect. Slavery is good for you. Natural for you. It's just who you are, slave." "Master Joe, yes, Master. Joe. Thank you, Master Joe," I said through my bit. I was resting on my haunches. My hands were clasped in front of my torso in standard prayer position. My cock had gone totally soft, because the more deeply I felt my slavery, the more my cock went limp and just hung there, lifeless. A slave cock may communicate at times, but it doesn't really matter. A slave cock just doesn't matter. Leave it alone to do what it will. When it is hard, that can be glory shown for its master and its slavery. But when it is so totally limp, as mine was now, perhaps it indicates the slave is lost in its slavery. Good. As it should be. Hard or soft, either way, a slave cock doesn't really matter.

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Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2024 12:57:45 +0000 (UTC) From: SlaveMasters7 Subject: Master and His Pack Mule - Ch. 7 (Gay Authoritarian) Please donate to Nifty, the platform for fun fiction. Stories of The Slave Center The Nation's Leading Retailer of Trained Faggots _______________________ Master and His Pack Mule Part Seven Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Master Joe squatted down so he could be eye to eye with me, still on all fours. "You happy to see me, slave? It's been a long time!" I let my tongue droop out of my mouth and showed Master Joe my animal happiness. I panted and wiggled my ass. It all felt natural for me, as I was truly happy to be with Master Joe again. It had been a long time. "It wants to kiss me, doesn't it? A good faggot like you? Yeah, it wants to give me a big, wet kiss, doesn't it?" My whole countenance told him that I wanted to kiss him. "Your Master already knows that I'm going to let you kiss me. I'm going to expect a nice long wet kiss, faggot. Make me feel wanted with kisses with lots of tongue. Can you do that, faggot? Kiss me long and deep?" I could hardly hide my enthusiasm. "Master Joe, yes, Master Joe, please, Master Joe. It'll be my honor to kiss you, Master Joe, Sir. Thank you, Sir." "Come on, then, let's make out!" Master Joe responded and began to walk away. As he did he turned back toward me and said, "Come!" I immediately stood up and followed Master Joe. I was so eager to kiss him and my slave heart was already warm and grateful that I would be allowed to. I could hardly believe it. Master Joe walked onto the patio and, to my surprise, behind Master's throne. He pulled out the slide-out platform and pointed for me to lie on it. He strapped me tightly in and slid my head under the seat of the throne. Then, he walked around to the front, got up on it, and sat on the rim seat. His hairy asshole was right in front of my mouth. "First, smell it only, faggot. Smell only." I sucked in the aroma of his man ass, that distinct musk that pleases most any faggot. He wriggled his ass around a bit as I continued to sniff. "I'm getting ready to kiss you, faggot." I was breathing deeply, purely. The smell of his ass energized me. I really longed to kiss him now. "Okay, faggot. You've waited patiently. So, I'll let you kiss me now. Come on. Go ahead. Kiss me!" I reached my head up and kissed his asshole, my mouth lips to his ass lips, just how it should be. "Yeah, that's how a slave kisses a man!" uttered Master Joe. With that, he shifted position so that his ass came down into the seat more and his asshole landed right on my mouth, forcing my head back down. His ass pinned me there. I couldn't move my mouth away if I had wanted. I kissed my Master Joe over and over and over again. I used my lips. I used my tongue. I used my mouth to suck at his hole. I slurped and slurped and showed him my slave love. There's nothing quite like a man's asshole to soothe the faggot soul. "That's a good slave. Kiss me. Show me you love me. Show me how much you appreciate your full enslavement. Get your tongue in there. That's right. Get it in! Good slave. Good faggot. Just keep kissing me." After about 10 minutes I thought Master Joe would have had enough of my kisses, but his nephew, my master, came out onto the patio, took a chair facing toward Master Joe, and the two began a lengthy conversation, leaving me there to just keep kissing away. No matter, as I felt at home. Sometime later Master Joe may have thought I was letting up, as he said, "Just keep kissing me, faggot. Suck on my asshole. I know what you want." Then he went right on conversing with his nephew. I lost track of time. How long had I been kissing this man's asshole, slurping at it, making love to it? I had no idea, and it didn't matter. My masters knew the time, so I didn't need to. My jaw muscles were getting tired, but I had my orders. So, I kept right on kissing the beautiful hairy hole at my lips, till suddenly Master Joe stood up and said, "Good faggot. You know where to kiss a man, don't you? That's right where you belong, slave." I nearly shouted up from the bottom of the throne, "Sir, yes, Sir, Master Joe, Sir! It's my honor to kiss you, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" I thought I was done kissing, but my Master Matt got up on the throne next, dropped his pants, and sat down. I inhaled as deeply as I could, trying to make my master's aroma a part of me. "Kiss your master, slave. Show me you know how lucky you are to be my property. Let me feel that mouth right on my asshole. I know what you like, and I know where you belong." I continued the glorious task of kissing Master Matt and showing him my faggot love. I had earned my place of faggot privilege at his asshole, and I was going to enjoy it with everything I am. Master sat on the throne and accepted my kisses as he and his Uncle Joe enjoyed their time together on the patio. Unbeknownst to me, the topic of their conversation had moved to the main purpose of why Master Joe was now visiting his nephew for the first time in about a year. I didn't know it yet, but my master was about to take a 2 and a half week vacation, and he wasn't taking his slave with him. So, he needed someone to take possession of me while he was away. Of course, Master Joe, who was so eager to own a slave again, quickly agreed to take me. This evening, then, was to be spent discussing details and parameters of my care and for Master Joe to get reacquainted with me and my current level of slavery. I somehow picked up on their conversation being of some importance, so I began to listen while I kissed my master's asshole. "You remember your cousin Kevin, my sister Ann's boy?" Master Joe asked my master. "Yeah, I only met him a couple times though. He's what, like 10 years younger than me?" asked Master Matt. "Yeah, well, he's 19 now and has a very strong interest in mastery. For his 19th birthday I gifted him with the Young Masters Series of Workshops at The Slave Center. He loved it. Learned a lot, too. I hope to have him at my place when your slave is there so he can gain some experience. I presume that's okay with you?" "Yeah, sure. Just make sure you watch him. I need to trust that nothing bad is going to happen to my slave. So, I guess I'd rather you not leave him alone with my faggot, unless you're really sure he is a responsible young master." "Well, I sure think he is, but I will take full responsibility and keep an eye on him." When they had finished their conversation, Master Matt stood up from his throne and pulled up his pants. Both Master Matt and Master Joe retrieved me from under the throne, and I was immediately ordered to kneel in the grass with my mouth wide open and waiting. Master Joe went first, as he was still nude. He stood before me with his legs in a strong stance, moved his dick to within about an inch from my mouth, and let his piss fly. I gulped it down as best I could, hardly spilling a drop. Delicious, as usual. Lucky me. Next came Master Matt. It was always such a beautiful sight to see him standing in front of me as he undid his jeans, whipped out his cock, aimed toward my mouth, and pissed. I gulped his gift down and loved it. Again, I hardly spilled a drop. As soon as Master Matt had his jeans closed again, Master Joe said to me, "Here, slave. Let's get you cleaned up." I followed him to the hose coiled near the spigot and knelt in my usual slave present position. He grabbed the hose, turned the water on, and hosed down my face and mouth. "We don't need a dirty faggot cooking dinner for us, do we?" "Master Joe, no, Master Joe, Sir. Thank you, Master," I answered as water sprayed into my mouth. When he determined I was clean enough, Master Joe said, "Your masters are ready for dinner, so get it started." "Masters, yes, Masters, thank you, Masters. It is my responsibility to serve you, Masters." I immediately rose to my feet and hightailed it to the kitchen. I retrieved everything I had set aside earlier in the afternoon and took it all out on patio to prepare my masters' meal on the patio grill. The masters lounged around, enjoyed talking to each other, had a second beer, and got up and went into the house for a while. By the time they came back outside, Master Joe was fully dressed again, with his whip and cane at his sides. I had their meals ready to serve. I placed them on the patio table and knelt facing Master Matt, just to the side of him, while he sat at table, as I had been trained to do for every meal. I thanked him for the honor of serving him and Master Joe. Before he began eating, Master Matt took tit clamps from his pocket and put them where they are supposed to be. "Good slave. Stay." And so I stayed in my kneeling position, silent and unmoving, while my masters ate. Some 10 minutes into their meal my cock rose to full mast, feeling the effects of the tit clamps. They hurt, but I was trained to remain still and just process their power. Master Joe noticed my hard on and said, "I think we've got a happy faggot there." Master Matt turned and looked. "Yeah, it's a good slave. My dad may have been too light in his mastery, but he sure knew how to pick a good slave." "Yeah, my brother was always kind of the quiet intellectual. I guess he just didn't want any more out of this slave than what he was getting. You want more, though, don't you?" "Sure do. I want it all, all the time." "Good. You and I are a lot alike that way. Absolute slavery, that's what I believe in." "That's right. It's the only way to go," my master responded. I could only listen to and admire them. I felt that I was in the right place with the right men. I yearned to always be their good slave, their faggot-animal, their property, their servant. Lately, with Master tightening the screws of my slavery, I seemed to be able to think of nothing else but how best to serve him. How appropriate and how delicious it all felt to me. Upon finishing their meal, Master Joe said that he'd like to feed me. Master Matt said, "Sure!" and told him where the faggot feed was kept. Master Joe poured the feed into my bowl, poured in a cup of hot water and mixed. "Is this about right?" he showed it to Master Matt. "Yep. Looks like it." Master Joe set the bowl of faggot feed on the patio right in front of me and said for me to eat. I did, and was grateful to do so for him. "You probably know, but since my dad bought this slave, that is the only thing it has ever eaten. Three meals a day of The Slave Center's best faggot feed." "Good! Sounds right," Master Joe returned. "It's pretty tasteless stuff as I understand, but very nutritious. That's all an owner needs to feed his faggot-animal." "So, the only real taste this slave has had in years is piss! Plus whatever it gets when cleaning my asshole and my sweat," stated my Master Matt. "Well, I think that's the only thing a slave ever should taste, don't you? Maybe some day you'll feed it your shit, and then it will get a load of something really special. I bet it would eat it up and like it." "Yeah, well, maybe. I don't know if I'm there yet," my Master Matt responded. "Oh yeah? Well, just don't cut yourself off from it if it ever feels like the right thing for your slave and its slavery. I know some slaves absolutely love eating their master's shit. My friend Alan's slave loves it. You should see the shit-eating grin it gets on its face when it's enjoying a good meal." I finished my usual faggot meal and knelt upright. Master Matt removed my tit clamps. "Clean up time, slave." "Master, yes sir, Master. Right away, Master," and I quickly set to cleaning up after their dinner. I cleared the table and dealt with the dirty dishes. When finished, I found the men seated on the patio. So, as is protocol, I went and knelt before my master. When Master acknowledged my presence, I said, "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master. How may your slave continue in your service, Master?" Master Joe stood up and stepped behind me. In a flash, he had locked my wrist cuffs together behind my back. Master Matt explained, "We don't want you right now, slave. So your Master Joe is going to put you away for a while." Master Joe then grabbed me by an earlobe and dragged me to the other end of the patio. I hadn't seen it, but Master Joe apparently had taken his cane from his hip. When we reached the end of the patio, he whacked me 3 times, very quickly, very hard. I gasped and was near tears. "That's right. You're pure property. We'll come get you when we need you." With that, he let go of my ear and gave me a shove downward, where I, for the first time, saw a small cage. Master Joe must have brought it with him. "Get in!" "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master." There was barely enough space for me to fit in, but I did, with my wrists locked behind my back. I heard Master Joe put a lock on the cage. I had virtually no space to move around, but I did have a drip style water bottle right in front of my face. Master Joe threw a blanket over the cage and left me in darkness. I heard him walk away. So, what could I do? What could I think and feel? If I was not wanted by my Masters, then I was meaningless. So, I drifted off into nap land, accepting that I had been ordered to rest until such time as they required my services again. And with every beat of my heart, in every waking moment, I vowed to be a good obedient slave when they released me, for that is what they wanted from me and, possibly more importantly, that is what I wanted to be. ---------------------- Master Matt and Master Joe went into the house. "I could call your cousin Kevin and see if he could come over and meet you now. What do you think?" "Yeah, if he can make it. What, he lives in Sunderland, about 30 minutes from here?" "Yeah, he still lives at his mother's place." "Okay. Good. I'd like to meet him now that he's all grown up and get an idea of how he might be around my slave." "Right. Thought so." ---------------------- About 40 minutes later, Kevin arrived at Master Matt's house. Master Matt hardly recognized his own cousin, for Kevin was probably only 11 years old when he had last seen him. Now, at age 19, he was a full grown master: 6'4", strong build, big hands, great smile. Master Matt could see that he had the family genes as his big cock showed prominently through his Levi's. The men caught up on old times, family memories, and some `how are they now" questions. They talked for 90 minutes, easily. Much of the discussion concerned Mastery and the right, ethical, and effective ways of owning a slave. Finally, Kevin asked, "So, where is your slave?" Master Joe responded, "I've got it caged outside. Are we ready to get it out?" Master Matt said, "Yes, but let me get something for Kevin first. I think it's best to introduce my slave to another of its Masters in a fitting way." He left the room and came back with a coiled up small single tail whip. "You sure you know how to use one of these?" "Yeah. I got plenty of practice in the Slave Center Mastery workshops. And, I tell you, I sure loved using one." "Well, when you use it right, it's good for the Master and for the slave. I'm sure you've heard this, but it bears repeating: Always make sure what you do is good for the slave and its slavery, and not just for what you want for yourself, or for what you think is somehow cool or your right. And never do anything in anger. And never do anything while high or drunk." "Yeah, don't worry. I understand. That's kind of a mantra at The Slave Center: Only do what is in the best interest of the slave." "That's right. Wise words," Master Joe chimed in. Master Matt helped Kevin hitch the whip at his waist. "There, now you look like Master Kevin." "Oh, it felt good hearing you call me that!" "Okay, I get it," Master Joe began. "Then why don't we all use our "Master" titles tonight. I'm Master Joe, this is Master Matt, and you are Master Kevin. How's that? Do we agree?" All agreed and began using the title of Master whenever they called each other by name. For Master Kevin, this was a big deal, a real moment in his life, to be called Master Kevin by other men. He had never been called his title outside of his Slave Center workshops. "Master Kevin. God, I love it! It sounds good and just feels so RIGHT!" Master Kevin explained. "Thanks. This is a big night for me." "Good, then let's hear you say it out loud. Who are you?" Master Joe suggested. "Yeah, let's hear it. We want to hear it," Master Matt agreed. "Stand proud and tell us who you are." Master Kevin actually took a more manly stance, stood taller, and owned his title, "I am Master Kevin. My name is Master Kevin." "Yeah, that's it. I believe it. Suits you just right, Master Kevin!" Master Joe responded. "Who would have thought that the kid cousin I knew years ago would grow up to be Master Kevin? But I gotta admit, it suits you. I believe it, Master Kevin!" Master Matt added. "Yeah, feel the truth of it, Master Kevin, but learn and accept the responsibility that comes with it," Master Joe stated. "Yeah, can't just take the fun and good without taking the responsibility of ownership," Master Matt agreed. "We've got to treat slaves right, just like we do our cars and pets. Isn't that right, Master Kevin?" "Yeah. Understood. A man earns mastery via right actions and trustworthiness. I learned that at my Slave Center workshops. So, don't worry. I understand, and it makes sense," Master Kevin offered. Master Joe, wanting to get to some action, said, "So, are we ready to get the slave out of its cage?" "Well, yeah, I sure am," Master Kevin said eagerly, "but now that we've come this far, I feel like I should change into my mastery workshop pants. I still have them from The Slave Center. I brought them just in case. They're in my car." "Cool, we'll go get them and put `em on," Master Joe responded. Master Kevin quickly went to his car and retrieved the pants in question. He asked where he should change, and the men said right there in the living room, that there was no reason to go to some other room to change. Master Kevin didn't hesitate. He kicked off his shoes and turned and dropped his jeans. Masters Joe and Matt noticed the young master wasn't wearing underwear and noted his round, muscular young ass. Master Kevin put on the pants and turned back toward the men. His Slave Center pants were a tight khaki that hugged his thighs and ass. In front, rather than having a typical fly, the pants sported a nearly sheer pouch for the young man's goods. The two more experienced masters noticed the formidable bulge in the nearly see-through fabric. Master Kevin's cock was clearly visible. The size and shape were on display, and even his hair showed through. "Damn, Master Kevin, you are hung like a horse! You are truly blessed with our family genes!" stated Master Joe. "Yeah, my slave is gonna love you!" Master Kevin stated the obvious. "So, how big is that thing?" queried Master Joe. "About 9 inches and really thick," Master Kevin stated, cupping his package with is right hand and giving it a little shake. Master Matt retrieve the whip still attached to Master Kevin's jeans and handed it to Master Kevin, saying, "Those pants have a place for this, right?" "Yeah, thanks, Master Matt. It attaches right here," and Master Kevin affixed the coiled whip at his right hip. "Cool. So, last thing is I think we should all take our shirts off. That'll give my slave a kind of thrill when we get it out of its cage." The men removed their shirts and then stood there, kind of admiring themselves, or at least taking stock of themselves. Master Matt was still a young man, in good shape, with reasonably toned muscles, a lightly hairy chest, and a pronounced treasure trail from his navel on down. Master Joe, now in his late 40s, remained fit also, replete with a heavy amount of dark hair all over the front of his torso. He was all man, as some would say. Then, there was Master Kevin, now only 19. He stood a good 4 or 5 inches taller than the other masters. Still being a soccer player at his college, he had a very athletic body. And he was naturally smooth, with no chest hair or treasure trail at all. The three formed a kind of smorgasbord for faggots. "Okay. ready? Let's go get the slave!" The three masters went out onto the patio and to the cage, but before they removed the blanket covering the cage, Master Matt asked, "Why don't we let Master Kevin unlock the cage and get the faggot out?" Master Joe smiled and gestured his approval, then he handed over the key. Master Kevin walked up the cage and withdrew the blanket. He was about to unlock a simple cage, but in actuality he was unlocking the door to his own mastery and his true authentic self. I crawled out of the cage as best I could, with my wrists locked behind my back and my body tight from not being able to move for so long. I knelt and spread my knees, raised my torso and head, and beheld three men standing before me, all shirtless gods, as far as I was concerned. The young one, in the middle, was someone I had never seen before. I noticed his size first, and his amazing chest. But then I saw his pouch, and I gasped for the beauty of it. I regained my composure and looked up toward their faces, which were looking down upon me. Each man had his arms folded across his chest and stood still in a firm stance. I was the naked being on its knees in front of them, totally hairless and wearing only steel wrist and ankle cuffs and a wide steel slave collar, all permanently welded on. I was their property, and it was my place to serve them. I took in the vision of manhood that stood before me and let my self, my spirit, and all that I am, drift out of my body and into theirs. They owned me, after all. All of me. I turned my face up proudly so that I looked into theirs. Then, I stated as clearly and honestly as I could, "Masters, thank you, Masters. How may this slave serve you, Masters?" Their evening was about to begin.

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Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2024 22:52:43 +0000 (UTC) From: SlaveMasters7 Subject: Master and His Pack Mule - Ch. 1-4 (Gay Authoritarian) Please consider donating to Nifty Stories of The Slave Center The Nation's Leading Faggot Retailer _______________________ Master and His Pack Mule by Slave 7 Part One Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. My master lives in a simple suburban house far from the city center but close to all his basic needs of shopping and banking. In the warmer months, he keeps this slave outside in a small stable. Master dreams of living on a larger property, like a ranch, where his slave can live as his outdoor property at all times. But the best he can do now is use his suburban backyard. When first purchased from The Slave Center, this slave's buyer had this slave made permanently hairless all over. He believed a slave's complete hairlessness showcased its status as property. Fortunately, in these times of legal slavery, a slave is never required to be clothed at all, anywhere, so, made thus hairless, there could never be any doubt as to the position in life of a hairless faggot. My buyer was, I discovered, an early strong proponent of public slave nudity. While this position was controversial at first, an acceptance and even support of slave nudity began to take hold with the strong support of the younger generations. Those against allowing the nudity of slaves argued that humans are not to be naked in public. Those in favor of slave nudity argued that domesticated dogs, cattle, and horses do not need to clothed and, thus, neither does a slave. After years of argument and of keeping slave genital areas covered in public, a federal bill making slave nudity legal in all public spaces narrowly passed and remains in effect. Thus, this slave hasn't worn any clothing at all in years. The man who purchased this slave gave it a good and very strict life in slavery, but, unfortunately, he passed away within a year after buying it. Fortunately, he had a will that made provisions for all of his owned goods. His son, Matt, inherited this slave and has maintained ownership of it ever since. In these warmer months, like his father before him, Master keeps his slave totally nude, always. Permanent steel ankle and wrist restraints and wide steel collar define the slave. A 4-inch steel ball stretcher, attached to a 1/2 inch wide ring at the base of the slave genitals, holds the slave balls of obedience in place, down low from the body to further display the slave's status as property. All of these things not only show others that it is a slave, but they also enable the slave to always feel, at its very core, that it is owned. Master displays his State Ownership Certificate in a frame on the wall in his den, and he carries his State Ownership ID Card with him at all times. The slave's Official State Registration Number is tattooed on the bottoms of both feet, as is the standard practice. On occasion, Master has reason to add more accoutrements to his slave body, such as on the days he does his banking and shopping. The local businesses are only a couple miles from his house. It is a pleasant walk through the suburban neighborhood where Master lives and then across only one major boulevard. On this particular Saturday, after the usual routine of this slave serving its young Master his breakfast and then cleaning up his kitchen, Master ordered this slave outside to the stable, which includes a water spigot and hose, for the slave's usual Saturday morning cleaning out. He said his slave needed to be extra careful this morning in making sure it was totally clean within. It occurred to this slave that it is always totally clean within, that its Masters have helped it be clean of its past and false perceptions of itself, leaving a pure slave, one free of interference from other notions of self, free of the false idea that it can be anything else in life but a man's property. This slave knew what Master really meant, of course. He plugged his slave as many days as possible, and pretty much always on Saturday, when he was able to be with his slave all day long. By the time my Master came into the stable, his slave was cleaned out and in proper kneeling position. His slave's wrists were bound behind its back, as the permanent wrist restraints include rings with which this slave may simply push and connect the rings, effectively binding them together for its Master, and with little chance of self-release. Master had trained this slave well, and it always waited for him with wrists bound in this manner. He came in to his stable, took a glance this slave's way, and said: "Good faggot. We're going to get ready to go out on my Saturday morning errands." He didn't need to announce this, but I think he liked to have his slave know what was what. His outing, his errands, his slave, his Saturday. He was dressed in blue jeans and a navy blue tank top, revealing his soft tan, the light hair on his upper chest, his shapely arms and, when he raised his arms, his delicious pits. The tank hugged his pecs and showed his small but perky nipples. He had on his brown hiking boots, the ones he pretty much always wears when walking out and about. The nipples on his slave are huge, made that way by extensive use of clamps. Master says that men have nipples and faggots have pain nubs, handles with which a man may effectively handle a faggot-slave. This slave's years of experience being his slave has led it to conclude that he is absolutely right: slaves don't have nipples. Slaves have pain nubs, convenient handles with which a master may control his property. So, when this slave knelt for its Master, as it was now doing, with wrists locked behind its back, it thrust his pain nubs out for his easy access, as was Master's standing order. And thrust down for easy access, as always, were the slave balls, but Master often ignored his slave genitals, other than to note his slave's frequent hard ons. He walked right up to his slave and, with both hands, grabbed each pain nub and applied full pressure, twisting a bit, but really just pressing and holding. He brought his body as close to his slave as he could while still having his hands on the pain nubs. His jeans and crotch were inches before the slave face. He was wearing the type of jeans that have become so popular of late with young men. Decades ago, form-fitting boxer briefs had become popular, underwear with full pouches for a man's goods. These days, the younger generations were not so concerned about hiding themselves, and their jeans were tight at the crotch with full genital pouches like the boxer briefs of some years ago. There were even some jeans now being made that had a genital pouch made of materials other than denim, like linen, silk, and an almost shear mesh. It's a delicious look. Finally, a fashion trend this slave could appreciate. Perhaps it is good for men to be proud of their manhood, to not feel like they need to cover and hide all the time. There must be some freedom in that. This slave looked up to its Master's face, as he had trained it to do when he was with his slave in this way. He looked down into his slave eyes with a soft expression, took a deep and relaxing breath, and said, "I love Saturdays!" This slave could tell that he loved his Saturdays, and this slave supposed he loved owning this slave and maybe even loved his slave, in a way, like one loves a dog or horse. This slave hoped, as it felt only love for its master. After a few minutes, he released his grip on the slave pain nubs, went to the corner of the stable, and grabbed the mule boots, which this slave had become accustomed to over the last several months. He turned back toward his slave and ordered it to stand, which this slave did, if somewhat clumsily with its wrists locked behind its back. "Come," he said softly, and this slave stepped toward its Master. He held one of the boots out and ordered his slave to step in. This required some balance, but this slave succeeded in getting its feet into each boot, with Master pulling the boots up and securing them. Once the boots were on, this slave was elevated by a few inches, for the boots were designed such that the ball of the foot supported the entire slave body with the heels being elevated by the firm raised sole of each boot. These soles kept the slave's feet in proper mule-like position. This slave, this pack mule, could now only walk on the balls of its feet, but its heels were firmly supported within the boots The front outer soles of the boots gave, somewhat, the impression of being horseshoes, but there were no actual hard horseshoes, just reasonably soft and thin rubber imitations. The overall effect on this slave was tremendous, though. How could a faggot not begin to feel like an actual animal while wearing these? Master stood and said, "Open," though he didn't really need to. This slave saw the bit in his hand, and this was his Saturday routine. He placed the bit firmly in his slave mouth, made sure the tongue plate was in the correct position, and then locked the whole device into place at the back of his slave upper neck, thereby taking away any possibility of his mule making human speech. The bit helped his faggot slave further allow its true nature come to the fore: a loving and obedient animal owned in complete slavery. Master's Saturday morning routine felt great. He helped his slave relax into its animal self. He helped his slave feel his ownership. He was, once again, showing his slave that he is a master ready to fulfill the responsibilities of owning a faggot. Next came something that Master had purchased only a few weeks before. It gave this slave some discomfort at first, but now this slave was becoming very used to it, as Master required. This slave noticed the name of the device on the box the day Master brought it home and out to his stable. "Mule Pack," the box said. It also stated that it is a Slave Center product. For the last few Saturdays, Master placed the mule pack on his slave-mule back. It had several straps that came across the mule torso at various places, including the waist and chest. It even had straps that wrapped along the mule groin. These straps wrapped back up and attached to the actual pack at the small of the mule back, framing its buttocks like a traditional jock strap on a man. Master released the wrist restraints that had been holding his slave hands behind its back, saying, "Let my hands hang loose." He then fully attached the mule pack on his slave upper back. When the upper torso straps were fully secured, Master ordered, "Elbows behind," and this slave complied, lifting its slave shoulders and bringing its elbows back and tight against its flank. Master then attached the mule pack upper arm restraints to his slave arms, just above the elbows. These held the arms snugly in place and made the forearms useless appendages that just sort of dangled in front of the slave body. Once finished, Master stood in front of his slave and held up his leather leash with the clip at the end that fits his slave septum piercing. He attached the leash and then let it drop out of his hand so that it just hung from his slave nose. "I am not finished, my slave," he uttered. "I like using my slave as my pack mule so much that I bought something new." He retrieved a box from a small closet within the stable. The box read, "Mule Tail Butt Plug, Large." More words across the box proclaimed, "Help your slave be the pack mule it is!" Another Slave Center product. "I think you're going to enjoy this, faggot," he said as he held the plug up for me to see. It was indeed large, but no larger than anything this slave had become able to take with reasonable comfort. It had a long mule tail hanging from it, which hung down nearly 3 feet. This slave liked the color of the tail, a nice rich brown. "Show me my pack mule eyes," Master ordered as he peered into them. "Show me my slave. Look into my eyes, the eyes of its Master. Show me how much my faggot appreciates me." We had our eye-to-eye moment, till after a minute or so, Master said, "Start relaxing my slave asshole because my new mule tail is going in quickly." This slave grunted through the bit as Master took hold of his leash, grabbing it just inches from the slave nose where it was connected, and led his slave outside to the front of the stable, to his hitching post. He pulled the leash tight and made his slave bend forward as he wrapped the leash around the post and effectively secured his servant-property with its ass sticking far out. He stepped back into the stable momentarily and came out with a bottle of slave lube. He began lubing the plug up in front of his slave eyes, purposely, this slave supposed, within his slave field of vision. "My pack mule is going to have a nice tail now, as it deserves. It's such a good boy." Then he moved to the rear end of his slave and fondled his slave asshole a little as he began lubing it up. This slave so truly loves when he does that, and it relaxed the anal sphincter onto his hand, inviting it to enter. He put a fourth finger through the sphincter and spread the slave lube around. Delicious to a slave, and to a pack mule. "Okay, my Saturday mule, I am going to put this right where it belongs. It'll give my slave a more natural look." With that he quickly and forcefully shoved the plug up his slave ass within a few seconds. And did it hurt! That was a fast stretch. He did not make it hurt because he enjoyed giving pain. He did not do this because he thought his slave somehow deserved it. He did not do this for his own sense of eroticism or satisfaction. He did this because he wanted a particular result from his slave. He wanted his slave in full animal mode quickly, and he knew this would help make it happen. This slave bucked a little, as much as it could given it was attached to a hitching post. His slave's breathing became fast, hard and deep. "Good mule. Let any false sense of being a man go and just be what you are: my property, my slave, my pack mule." Master then retrieved two straps this slave had not seen before. In color and material they seemed to match the mule pack, so perhaps the straps were part of the pack's original fittings. Master snapped them to the mule pack near his slave lower back, brought them down and criss-crossed them through the ring at the base of the butt plug tail, brought them on either side of the slave genitals, and snapped the straps onto the front waist of the mule pack, effectively prohibiting the plug from either falling out or being pushed out. The mule was fully plugged and tailed. Master then brushed a hand softly, lovingly, across his slave flank, as he walked toward the front of his slave, his hand going from about the slave waist all the way up the left side of the slave, brushing right over the straps of the mule pack, to where Master's hand could take a quick detour and squeeze the left pain nub, hard, as a way to help his slave know what he expected out of it today. "Easy, faggot," he cooed. "Relax. I'm taking it out as my pack mule again today, and I am excited that I could give it a full tail. It looks right." He left his slave there, attached to the hitching post, its new tail dangling down its legs, and he walked into his house and retrieved whatever he needed. He came back out after about 10 minutes, this slave supposes, though time doesn't matter much to a mule. Master walked out into his modest backyard so that he could turn back and get a look at his pack mule. This slave thinks he took some photographs. "First day fully outfitted," this slave thinks Master said aloud to himself. My Master likes owning this faggot, surely. He walked back toward his mule, put his phone back into his pocket, and said, "Now, let's see how well my pack mule can work while properly outfitted." He unwrapped the leash from around the hitching post and brought his mule back to a full upright position, high up on its hoof boots. The mule pack was not fully extended in the back, not ready for use. It was squeezed closed and flat up against the pack mule back, making it very easy for the mule to walk, even in mule-hoof boots. "Come on. Let's go have a nice morning," Master said in a jolly tone, and with the leash in his mule nose on one end and in Master's hand on the other, off he went, out the gate to the front of his house and down the sidewalk, to run his weekly Saturday morning errands. _______________________ Part Two It was a nice summer morning in Master's suburbia. There were some billowy clouds, but the sun was out and the air was still, giving a nice warmth to the morning. It was not yet 10 o'clock. Master walked along the sidewalk with his pack mule to his left side, held near him by the leash he held in his hands, the business end of which remained attached in his mule septum. The leash was a standard 6-foot brown leather slave leash, but Master wrapped some of that around his hand, giving his mule little more than half the length of the leash to move with. And that's just the way this mule liked it, to be kept near. Master had been taking these Saturday morning errands so regularly for the last few years that this slave-mule had become totally accustomed to them. The bit in the slave mouth had become old hat, at least after the slave got used to the current bit that Master used, the one with the tongue plate that held the slave tongue down and prevented the mule from making any human speech. It felt somehow normal now, and comfortable. The tight, wide steel collar, being a permanent fixture around the slave neck, felt like a permanent hug to this slave, always reminding it that Master likes his owning slave-property and intends to keep it. The mule pack itself had become very manageable, if not totally comfortable. This slave had grown to like it, as it provides a warm feeling of utility. The permanent steel ankle and wrist restraints were home base to this slave, and though it didn't notice them much anymore, this slave knows it would miss them if they were gone. What was new was the large butt plug mule tail up the mule ass. As this slave is accustomed to being plugged, it didn't bother this slave any, but to feel the tail swishing and brushing against its slave legs was new and exciting. The tail tickled sometimes, but in the end it helped this slave feel more like the animal it is. The tail was beginning to feel natural, like a tail was something this slave had been missing all its life but didn't know it. And thus we walked through Master's suburban neighborhood. We were a common sight on any Saturday morning, so people took little notice. A few blocks from Master's house, a man named Greg was out mowing his lawn, as he often was on a Saturday morning. Usually, he waved to my Master but words didn't generally pass. Today, however, Greg called out, "Nice tail on that faggot of yours! I like it!" My master simply waved back with a smile and kept walking. This slave had a half hard on for most of the walk so far, so people knew it was a happy and well cared for slave. Master now had his earbuds in as he walked and was listening to whatever it is he listens to. He seemed in a good mood. He walked briskly, as usual, and his pack mule simply had to keep up. Master doesn't appreciate having to lug a mule around by the nose, so, truly, it was better for it to just keep up. Master walked with a cane attached at his hip, but he didn't often use it, as his slave didn't often require caning in order to serve him properly. This slave appreciates that he always carries it with him, though. It was a pleasant walk along the suburban sidewalks. This slave enjoyed getting out and about like this with its master, being with and near him, being of service to him. It enjoyed feeling held by him via his leash and all the other slave devices of control on its slave body, and this slave enjoyed the vision of the cane at his hip. This slave is so deeply slave, you see. It feels so at home in its Master's control, so comfortable, so safe, so wanted. After nearly 2 miles of walking, Master reached the one major street he needed to cross. He waited at the traffic light, along with a couple other pedestrians. Master was the only one with a slave in tow. This slave made its master proud by standing calmly and sporting a very full erection. "Good faggot," he said to his slave softly when he noticed his slave hard on. "Let everybody see my slave exactly as it is." The tip of the slave cock was pierced through the glans with an ampallang, through which a thick, 2-inch diameter but lightweight ring hung. Master sometimes connected his leash to this ring, but most often he connected his leash through the mule septum. Most people did not seem to take notice of his mule, but one car went by and gave a short double honk while the guy in the passenger seat gave a thumbs up out the window. My master gave a quick wave of acknowledgement in return. I think my master feels proud of his slave property. The light turned green and Master crossed the street. His slave cock was still hard, leading the way in its happiness. It felt good for this slave to be out and about, to be open and free. Master generally didn't tell his pack mule where he was headed to first on these Saturday journeys. Once across the busy street, he turned right and walked along the sidewalk, facing oncoming traffic, his slave cock still at least somewhat erect. He walked for one block, to the end of the large strip mall, to Home Hardware. His pack mule cock was further subsiding while walking through parking lot and into the store. Once inside, Master grabbed one of the store's hand carry baskets. This slave had only forearms available for use, but still Master had his mule carry the basket, using both hands to hold it out in front of the mule torso. It felt very gratifying to carry it for him. Master picked up some things needed for plumbing, this slave having no reason to pay attention to exactly what, and he placed them in the basket his slave was carrying for him. He then went to the garden department and picked up some vegetable seeds, so this slave knew that he had some planting for his slave to do soon. Master used the self check out lane and placed the items in bags as instructed, but when his transaction was finished, he opened the mule pack on his slave back. Taking his purchases back out of the store's plastic bags, he placed them loose in the mule pack, pocketed his receipt, and then led his mule out of the store. Master walked back along the strip mall, a couple of times stopping briefly to do a little window shopping. He stopped at the bank and hitched his slave outside while he went in to do whatever it was he needed to do. He wrapped the mule leash around the bank's hitching post, and this slave waited patiently for its master and enjoyed its place in the sun. What else could it do? A young couple passed by, and the woman said to her partner, "Ooh, look! That slave has a cool tail!" After leaving the bank Master walked to the main destination of this weekly Saturday journey: the grocery store. Again, my master hitched his mule to a hitching post provided for mule owners. Mules were not allowed in the market. So, this mule found itself pleasantly waiting again, possibly for about 30 minutes or more. The sun felt good. Its nudity felt good. Its slavery felt good. All the devices Master had on his slave felt good, all letting this slave know that Master wanted it, had use for it, and intended to keep it enslaved. And all this slave ever has to do is be what it is: a service-oriented obedient property. This slave expected its master to come out with a shopping cart filled with groceries as he normally did, but he did not. He came out with no cart at all, took his leash from the hitching post, and said, "Since mules are not allowed inside, this store now has a place for a mule to pick up its masters purchases. Let's go." He led his pack mule around to the side of the building to this new pick up area. There was a short row of hitching posts on the sidewalk in front. There were already 3 other mules hitched there, so this pack mule was the fourth. Master hitched up his mule before he handed his receipt to a store employee. One of the mules hitched and waiting was a petite female. She did not have a pack on her back but rather a cart that she pulled behind her. It was a very effective mode of carrying a heavy load. A large, muscular and very hairy male slave hitched to a post had a huge mule pack on its back. Groceries were being loaded into it, filling it to the brim. The big hairy mule had a very heavy load, but the animal seemed quite capable of carrying it. Its owner turned out to be an older man who must be grateful to have the strength of a strong bull at his disposal. When he departed, this slave noted that the man used no leash on his slave at all. The slave simply obeyed. The master called his slave Beast. Beast had an extremely bushy tail coming from its backside, but it seemed well combed. When Beast walked in front of this slave, this slave noticed that Beast bore the insignia, on its left butt cheek, of The Slave Center. The other mules received their loads and left with their masters. Still others arrived and were hitched up as this slave was being loaded with the groceries its master had purchased. The groceries filled the mule pack to about 75% of capacity and had some heft to them, but certainly not too much. Master unhitched his mule and brought a water bottle up its mouth. "Open," he said as he began squirting water. When he figured his mule had had enough water, he wrapped part of the leash around his hand again and began walking to his next destination. Usually, he'd reach the main sidewalk, cross the boulevard, and turn left to go to a small restaurant he likes. He often enjoys lunch there. Today, he turned right and said, "There's a new place to eat that I want to try." He didn't have to tell a mule where he was going, but he did anyway. _______________________ Part Three Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Master walked for a couple blocks, along the sidewalk paralleling the busy boulevard. Then he turned down a smaller street, a street unfamiliar to his mule, and he soon came to a small cafe with some outdoor dining tables. He found a table right at the sidewalk, in the sun and open to all of life as it went by. He pulled out a slave mat that the restaurant provides for all slave owners. He ordered his slave to kneel on it and relax. Of course, with the mule pack on its back, it could only relax so much before it spilled the contents of the pack. A young waiter soon appeared, and since menus were placed at every table, my Master was already ready to order. He ordered a burger for himself and then said, "And a regular slave dish." But before the waiter left, Master asked the waiter what exactly was in the slave dish. The waiter answered, "We buy Slave Feed from the Slave Center and put it on a slave dish." "Okay, perfect. That sounds good. That's what my slave always eats. Thank you," my master answered. Then Master stood up and said, "Okay, slave. Let's get this mule pack off during lunch." He quickly unsnapped the mule pack and placed it on the ground. "Now, sit my property down and relax." This slave could not sit directly on its tail, so it sort of sat on the side of one butt cheek. It wanted to say, "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master," but it was still in pack mule mode, and, anyway, it had a tight bit in its mouth, complete with tongue plate to keep this mule speechless. Once feeling as comfortable as it was going to get on one butt cheek, this slave leaned toward its master as he sat at the dining table. With its slave arms now free of being bound to the pack, the arms had real freedom of movement. This slave reached its arms out, caressed its master's jeans-covered thigh, and looked up at his face, showing him his slave's affection for him. He looked down and smiled, patting its bald head briefly, and said, "I know, faggot." He then grabbed the leash attached to his mule nose and brought his hand right to his mule face. He gave a couple playful shakes of the leash and then unclipped it from the mule septum. "Good boy," he stated. "I love having the bit in my slave mouth, but I am going to have to remove it for my slave to eat." With that, he removed the bit, and this slave exercised its jaw muscles to loosen them up. It stuck out its tongue and moved it around, too, feeling freedom of movement again. "How's my slave doing?" he then asked. He hadn't ordered this slave to begin using human speech again, so this slave simply grunted an affirmative. Master understood. "Good," was his return. Master's hand seemed to look for a place to be, and it landed on handle of the cane hanging at his waist. After a few moments, he detached his cane from its holder and let his slave look at it. "Yeah, this is good for my slave, isn't it?" He didn't expect an answer. He guided the cane softly against his slave back, a loving caress that his slave appreciated. "Such a good faggot." Then, suddenly, he said "Get on all fours," and this slave, without hesitation, as it had been trained, took the position ordered yet still looked at him with all the love and respect it had to give. He released the cane from his hand and let it rest on his slave back. It was a delicious moment, and this slave's cock got hard. Master gave no sign of noticing, but this slave is sure he did. Master was in a good mood, as was his property. We usually enjoyed running Saturday errands. Master lifted his right arm to pull his hand through his hair. He noticed his slave eyes look at his now exposed armpit, which was sweaty from all the walking. Master never used any underarm products. This slave knew from experience that it could express its adoration of its Master, within reason, without any expressed permission. So, this slave placed its hand back on its Master's thigh and pulled its face up toward his pit, slowly, as Master expects no sudden free movements out of a slave. He knew what his slave was about to do, so he kept his armpit completely accessible. "Come on. I know what it wants." With that, this slave moved its face toward his hairy wet pit. As it did, he used his other arm to quickly take his cane back in hand so it wouldn't fall off his slave back. He then held the cane on his left thigh while the slave moved its slave face into his open and inviting armpit. Upon nearing his pit, this slave had inhaled deeply, glorying in the odor of the man who owns it. Such a delicious place for a slave to be. This slave began to lick, to slurp, to sniff and lick and slurp again. Master moved his left arm and let the business end of the cane tickle his slave back. This slave was in slave heaven until Master said, "Okay, faggot, that's enough." This slave immediately pulled back from his pit, but before it returned to its previous position on the mat, brought its lips to Master's nipple where it protruded gently through his tank top. This slave kissed the nipple softly and returned to sitting on the mat. Master returned his cane to its holder at his waist. It was a beautiful sight. This slave was grunting slightly, as was natural. "Did my slave like its appetizer?" Again, this slave answered with a grunt in the affirmative. "I know it did," he returned. The waiter came and delivered Master his lunch, a large juicy burger. The waiter placed the slave dish at the edge of the table and left. "Thank you," Master said to the waiter. Then, to his slave, he said, "Position!" and this slave immediately got on its knees with its slave hands behind its back. Thus, it was facing its master in a full kneeling position. Master took clamps from his pocket and placed them on his slave pain nubs. They were powerful clamps, and this slave sure felt them. "Stay," he said began eating his lunch. This slave was to remain in its kneeling position for the duration of his meal, with the clamps hanging from the slave chest and doing their thing. While he ate, why shouldn't he put his slave in its proper place? This slave knew from experience that it was to show no sign of being in discomfort or even in pleasure while he ate. It was simply to remain there kneeling, silent, still and neutral, for the duration of his meal. When he found himself glancing at his slave, perhaps he the saw devotion in his slave eyes. This slave loves the clamps, intense as they are, loves kneeling before him, loves being his. Master sat quietly eating for perhaps 10 minutes. Then, a young woman came walking along the sidewalk and noticed my master sitting there eating lunch. "Matt!" she said with some joy. "Jenn! What are you doing here?" my master returned. "Can I sit down?" she asked. "Sure." Master stood up somewhat, bent across the table, and gave the woman a soft kiss. This must be the woman he had recently begun dating. After a bit of small talk, Jenn said, "I'm headed to have lunch with my mother, so I don't have much time." She looked down at the slave animal and exclaimed, "So, this is the slave you've been telling me about! It's kind of cute!" "Yeah, I like it. Well, I love it actually. I love being its master. It feels good to be responsible for a slave, and to have my slave serve me, always. And this slave loves it. It's a good set up." "What are those clamps for? Don't hey hurt it?' "Sure, but my slave likes it. Watch. I'll make them hurt more, and my slave will be happy about it." Master brought a hand to each faggot pain nub and released the clamps simultaneously. This slave almost gasped with the sensation it caused, but it only breathed deeply and relaxed into the feelings it was having. Master then switched the orientation of the clamps, of how they would squeeze each nub, and placed each back on. What an intense feeling for this slave! What a rush! Hard to take, but glorious. After a few moments, it smiled back at its master. "See, it only makes the slave want to serve me more. It is just so naturally a slave it couldn't be anything else." I barked a positive response. The woman was smiling. "Do you want anything to drink?" Master asked her. "No, I don't have that much time, but I can sit here till you're done with your lunch." "Okay. Well, I'm just about done, but my slave still needs to eat." "Oh, is this its food here?" She picked up the slave dish and handed it to my master. "What exactly is it?" "It's the Slave Center's basic slave feed. It has all the nutrients a slave body needs. Very healthy stuff, a kind of a mush, and I'm sure it doesn't taste like much." "And you haven't tasted it?" "Me? Uh, no way!" "But your slave doesn't mind the taste?" "No, not at all. A slave's job is to focus on its master, not on what it eats. Anything to serve its master. That's all a slave cares about. It'll eat whatever I give it." Master set the slave dish on his end of the table. He then turned to his slave, still kneeling by the table. He reached out a hand and grabbed the chain that connected each pain nub. He pulled it taut, just enough to have his slave's full attention. "Isn't that right, slave? A faggot lives to serve its Master and doesn't care what it eats." The slave gave two grunts in the affirmative, and master released the chain from his hand. Then he removed the clamps entirely and put them back in his pocket. The slave pain nubs were alive with sensations, and Jenn could tell. "Wow, that's amazing," Jenn exclaimed. Master turned in his seat, and it seems that was enough to reveal to Jenn that Master had a cane hanging at his waist. "Do you really need that?" she pointed. "No, not really, but it is good for me, and for my slave. Watch." Master stood up and ordered this slave on all fours. "Stay on all fours and put my tail end up proudly." This slave did so, jutting its new tail up as high as it could while still remaining on all fours. Master brought the cane down on the back of his slave thighs, one, two, three times, harder with each successive strike. He paused for some seconds, and then fired one more. This slave released itself, as always, into its master's power, authority, ownership. "Now, turn toward Jenn and kneel." It did so, and in moments it was kneeling toward Jenn, revealing a full erection. "Oh, that's amusing!" she said. "That's what a faggot is. My slave usually loves when I cane it. It helps it feel its slavery, and that's what it craves: slavery," my master explained. "After all, it surrendered itself voluntarily to the Slave Center. "Oh, is that where you got it?" "Yeah, my father bought it about a year before he died, and he left it to me." "I see," Jenn stated. "Well, it sure seems like a happy faggot, and it looks like you take really good care of it. But, hey, Matt, I've got to get going. So, bye for now," she said as she began to stand up. "I'll see you tonight." They said their goodbyes, kissed lightly and then off she went. Master looked down at his slave and seemed to notice the welts on his slave thighs. He said, "My slave always looks better with a caning. Maybe I should do it more often." Master took the last drink of his soda and then gave his slave a large drink from the water bottle he carried on these journeys just for that purpose. "Drink up," he said, "My pack mule needs plenty of water. It's got a load to carry home." When he had determined his pack mule had had enough water, he put the bottle back in its holder at his left hip and then patted his mule on the head. "Glad my slave got to meet Jenn. I like her." He looked over to where the slave dish rested and said, "It's time for my slave to have lunch." _______________________ Part Four Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Master reached for the slave dish, took off the thin cardboard cover and lowered the pie tin like dish to the cement, right in front of the mat upon which his slave was kneeling. "Dig in, faggot." And so it did. It ate the lukewarm mush like a good animal, as if getting the food down was all-important. It didn't taste like much, but it felt good to eat for Master. To nourish the body that serves Master, that's reason the faggot eats. "A little more water to wash it down," Master stated, and he gave this slave another drink from his bottle before firmly placing his mule bit back where it belongs, quite tightly, it seemed to this slave. His mule appreciated it. Master stood up from his dining table, having already paid the bill, and told his slave to hold its position on all fours. Then, he did something he had never down before. With his left hand he lifted his new mule tail high above the small of his slave back, revealing the butt plug portion of the tail as well as the bare assed bottom of the mule. He gave a little tug on the tail just to jostle to the plug in his slave. He knew his faggot would like. Master is so kind. Then, he again unsnapped the cane he keeps at his waist. He flicked it a couple times and then landed a hard shot right on his slave ass, sending a line of fire across both buns, on the tender area just below the slave asshole and plug. "Good slave," he said calmly. "Good slave." He flicked the cane harmlessly through the air again, and then struck his mule ass again, and again. Then another. He took a brief pause and struck the fifth and hardest blow. This slave retained its position on all fours, but barely. "Good pack mule." He must have taken a moment to admire the marks he left on his slave ass, for he soon added, "I love red stripes on my slave. They make me feel good." He rested a moment and then began, "Now, my animal has a couple miles to walk with a fairly heavy load, so I am going to provide it one more strike, to keep my slave right and focused on what I need. Here it comes." He paused only momentarily, and then he struck the hardest blow yet, and wow was it intense, full on across both butt cheeks, below the base of his mule tail. He guided his slave through its current sensations, "Let my animal live freely. No holding back. I own it all." Again, he waited for a bit, seemingly just taking in a pleasant moment. "Kneel," he then ordered, and this slave did. It was breathing heavily through the bit and long gone in animal headspace, or whatever one calls. This was a pack mule and nothing more. Master began placing the mule pack back where it belongs. He seemed comfortable with and adept at placing all the straps where they need to be. The slave snorted. The caning had helped release its inner animal. Master sure knew how to care for his slave. He then stepped in front of his mule and brought the clip of his leash up to his mule snout. He clipped it in place, and with his hand holding the leash up close to his mule face, he gave a gentle upward tug and said, "Rise." And his slave rose, with some help from Master pulling up on the leash, all the way to being back on the heights of the hoof boots. As it stood for the first time in about 30 minutes or so, and even though it was in a complete animal mind space, this slave noticed, as it glanced around, the setting it was in. Master held his slave by a leash through its slave nose. It was totally hairless and naked all over, except for the slave accoutrements. It's animal cock was fully erect, and there it stood in front of a sidewalk cafe, having just eaten as an animal, having just been briefly caned on the ass with a half dozen good strokes of Master's authority, with pedestrians passing by, as well as cars, and with some diners admiring the view of a well-trained pack mule. Master made sure his pack mule had a sense of balance and then said, "Move." And so we began the walk home. Master walked along for a block and then turned the corner toward his home. This slave then realized that Master was, after eating in a new place, taking a different route home. His pack mule didn't care, of course, but as he neared the boulevard that Master needed to cross in order to get home, this slave saw the store sign for where its real life began: The Slave Center. It was exactly at this location that this slave, previously a free person, accepted itself and surrendered to its slavery. As we neared the boulevard, a man came up and seemed to walk alongside Master for a moment before saying, "Hey, you're Matt, aren't you? How're you doing? Wow, we haven't seen each other since college!" My master stopped walking and responded in a friendly fashion, "Hey, it's Peter, right?" "Yeah, yeah! Cool, you remember. Nice slave you've got there!" "Thanks. It was my dad's, but I inherited it when he died a few years ago." "Oh, sorry to hear that, but glad you've got yourself a nice young slave. You should be able to have service out of this faggot for basically your whole life!" "Yeah, and I love owning it! It's a good faggot." "Are you headed to The Slave Center?" "No, I live just a couple miles from here. I'm heading home now." "Cool. I work at The Slave Center. I'm training to be a Slave Trainer someday. Did you ever take a class at The Slave Center?" "Yeah, when my dad was alive he wouldn't let me handle this slave without first taking some workshops. Then, when he had cancer, he told me he'd leave this slave to me but that I had to take more classes." "Wow, that's great! That's a wise dad. What classes did you take?" "It was one of those short series of workshops The Slave Center offers. It was called something like, "The Care and Handling of a True Faggot." "Oh, yeah, I know one of the Masters teaching that now. It's a good series." "It worked for me. I learned a lot." Peter stepped behind Master's pack mule and noticed the cane marks, the welts, across the pack mule ass. "These are fresh. Have you had some problems with your faggot today?" "No, no, not at all. I just use basic discipline techniques. They really keep the slave going. It likes getting caned, and I prefer to cane my slave when it is especially good, to let it know it earned it and that I am happy with it. It's a positive reinforcement. My faggot always gets hard with a good caning," Master chuckled. "I believe it. Look at it now!" This slave had a full on mule erection, though this mule itself had not even been aware of it until the men mentioned it. Its erections generally mattered to no one. Now at the front side of this slave, Peter noticed the tattoo work at the slave pubic area. Where there would be pubic hair on a man, there were words in a simple half circular design tattooed there: "Serve, honor, obey" the tattoo proclaimed, with "obey" being the largest and most prominent word, placed at the diameter forming the bottom of a half circle just above the base of the slave cock. It's the official faggot motto of The Slave Center, the proper motto for any faggot, some people say. "Wow, that's cool! So, you're a supporter of The Slave Center! Good to know. That tattoo says it all, doesn't it! Well, hey, Matt. It was great running into you, but I've got to get to work. I'm participating in a Mastery class right after my shift, too. I've got to run." "Okay, well, see you around." But before rushing away, Peter added, "Hey, you know The Slave Center is always looking for Masters willing to give demonstrations in their Mastery-slavery classes. Maybe you should think about bringing in your faggot and giving a guest presentation." "Hmm. Never thought about that. Maybe." Peter took my Master's phone number, then the two men parted ways. Master resumed his walk home, with his pack mule in tow. Being a mule, this slave didn't really think about how much a walk it had ahead of it, but in retrospect it figured it was more than two miles, perhaps two and half miles. Master held it by the leash attached through the pack mule septum and walked almost casually, like he was in no hurry to get home. He sure seems to like running his Saturday morning errands with his pack mule. We came to the big boulevard as the light changed to red. So, this slave stood there waiting as traffic went by. A few pedestrians crossed the street on the opposite light, taking no notice of Master and his pack mule. One man, however, said, "Nice mule, dude," and kept walking. Before the light turned green, Master said something softly and stunning, something he had never said before. He almost whispered in his slave ear: "This is your life, my slave. For decades to come." Master may have wondered if that felt gratifying to his slave. It did. His pack mule walked all the way home with a kind of bounce in its step. When he came to his house, Master led his pack mule through the gate leading to his backyard. He entered his house using the sliding glass door to the kitchen. He pulled his mule in with him and said, "Kneel, faggot." This slave did so, its knees resting upon the kitchen throw rug. "Such a good pack mule," he added, kind of affectionately, like one talks to a pet dog. Then, he quietly removed the mule pack from his slave back and placed it on the kitchen floor. Then he removed the bit in his slave mouth but left his leash clipped through his slave septum. He retrieved the slave water bottle, the one he keeps on his kitchen counter, the one with the big nipple, placed it in his slave mouth for a long and needed drink before saying, "Put my stuff away, slave." He was standing right in front of his slave, so this slave followed its impulse and reached its slave face out to his free hand and kissed it, lovingly, respectfully. He didn't say anything in response, but this slave had a sense that he noted it and liked it. This slave, with the 6 foot leash trailing from its nose, put away all of Master's groceries, but it put his Home Depot purchases on his kitchen table. This slave knew it was not allowed anywhere except on his tiled kitchen floor when it was a dirty mule. Master went to some other room in his house while his slave put all his purchases away. When he returned, in about 20 minutes or so, he was wearing only his swim trunks and carrying some print reading material. Whenever he was outside on his patio, he preferred to read printed material rather than material on a screen. Once he was back in his kitchen, he grabbed a beverage from his refrigerator but didn't open it. "Finished, faggot?" He looked into the mule pack, saw that it was empty, folded it and put it away. "Stable," was all he said as he went out onto his patio. His mule followed. He stood near the hitching post just outside his small stable, and his mule went to be with him. He took the leash draping from his mule snout and wrapped much of it around the hitching post. He knelt on one knee and began to remove the pack mule boots. It was now a strange feeling for this slave to stand on both feet without those boots. He then removed the leash from the hitching post and led his slave into the stable. Once he had his slave in the stable, he ordered it onto all fours. His slave obeyed as his right hand grabbed the base of the mule tail up his slave ass. "Yeah, I like this tail. It suits my slave fine." He seemed to fondle the tail lovingly and even jiggled the plug playfully. He knows how to give his faggot pleasure. "Yeah, I like it, but it is time to come out." He applied some pressure, but the plug was not about to pop out too easily. "Give it to me, slave," he ordered. This slave relaxed and then expelled the plug. "Good faggot," he noted as he took the plug and tail to his wash room just off from the kitchen. His slave felt empty. "We're going to enjoy the afternoon sun, slave." So, just in its permanent slave collar and various restraints, along with the leash still trailing from its septum, this slave followed Master from his stable back to his patio. It was a beautiful early Saturday afternoon. Master took to his favorite lounge chair, set his reading material and drink on the patio table, and ordered his slave down on the slave mat he kept next to his lounge chair. Next to the mat was a slave water bowl, just like a dog's. He had filled it with water before he went on his errands. This slave knew it could drink from it as needed. "Ah," he let out, "such a great day, faggot." He lifted both of his arms up. This slave didn't need to wait for an order for this, so it buried its face first in one pit and then the other, soaking up his goodness. "Yeah, enjoy your master, slave. I know it does. Good slave." "Okay, I am going to relax for a while. My slave will serve me now by reading this. I have the latest Slave Center Journal. Look at the cover!" This slave did. The lead story of this month's journal was entitled: A Good Faggot Always. "I've already read it, faggot. It discusses a lot of ways a faggot can be good for its owner. I agree with pretty much all the ways the article lists. A lot are pretty general, like: serve, honor, obey... and worship. But some of the things are more specific, as in precise ways to serve and various ways to demonstrate its worship. So, read it, faggot. I want it to learn that there are ways to improve itself, that there are more ways to serve me, and that it can always be better property. So, read and learn, faggot, for me. There is still more to achieve in complete slavery." "Master, yes, Master," this slave said as it received the magazine from his hand. He then took his own reading material, opened it, and began to read while his slave relaxed on the slave mat, laying on its slave back, shaking out its slave legs and arms, loosening its slave muscles after a pack mule day. This slave took a deep breath, noticing the great weather and Master's pleasant little suburban lawn and garden, as well as how nice it was to be on the patio with its master. Then this slave settled down and began to read the article. We were home.

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Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2024 13:06:20 +0000 (UTC) From: SlaveMasters7 Subject: Master and His Pack Mule - Epilogue Stories of The Slave Center The Nation's Leading Retailer of Trained Faggots _______________________ Master and His Pack Mule Part Fourteen: Epilogue Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I have become the energy I am. I am serving my Master and loving it. I am lost in a dream, or in a reality, that suits me. That tiny, seemingly meaningless sense of truth, of bliss, or whatever one may wish to call it, that I carried around within me for years, even decades, is now my life. I am happy and fulfilled. I am kneeling before my Master, in his home. Master Matt had seen me reaching to stroke my cock, but He was mistaken. His slave was only reaching to scratch. Still, my Master Matt explained: "Nothing is uglier than a faggot with its hand on its cock." "Master, yes, Master. Agreed, Master," I responded. I never stroke myself, though I get hard often enough. Upon returning from His vacation, Master Matt explained to me, "I only want and need you to be yourself, fully and completely. A true and full faggot. Isn't that what I own?" "Master, yes, Master. Thank You, Master." I knew and accepted this more deeply than ever, given what I had experienced on Master Aidan's ranch. It had been weeks since Master Matt had been on vacation and I had been on Master Aidan's ranch for those three fateful days. But Master Matt had arranged, via a long term lease, that I be placed on Master Aidan's ranch on weekdays and at Master Matt's house on weekends. Master Aidan had signed a lease agreement with Master Master to use me during the week and to pay Master Matt, my owner, for my services on Master Aidan's ranch. This pleased me, to be of service of both Masters in this way. Master Joe provides my transportation between Master Matt's home and Master Aidan's ranch. When Master Joe was dropping me off at the ranch last Monday, an Overseer informed Master Joe of an opening with The Slave Center and suggested Master Joe should apply for it. The Overseer explained that The Slave Center does not hire based solely on experience or on previous mastering coursework. The Slave Center hires based on their sense of who you are. If you are the type of Man they deem suited for Mastery, then they may hire you and have you complete some training or coursework before reaching a higher level of authority. The Overseer, who had earned His Certificate of Mastery at the Los Angeles Slave Center, wrote a letter of recommendation for Master Joe and strongly encouraged Him to apply. And so He did, and thus began his career with The Slave Center. For me, my coursework in life and slavery was now in more advanced stages, at least for me, and it had taken years and years to get here. Master Aidan's ranch was merely the culminating experience that lifted me over the edge of that high cliff from which we are all so afraid to leap. But leap I did, only to discover that I would not fall, that I was in no danger, that a track lay itself before me instant-by-instant to support my journey. And on I flowed, fairly easily and happily. I discovered that the more I truly accepted my self, the better I felt about living and the better I served, and with greater satisfaction. The more I felt my slavery, the more I felt my freedom. The more I let go of old trappings, the more I loved. The more I freely loved, the more I enjoyed life. The more honest gratitude I felt, the more satisfying life became. The more I was owned by a true Master, the more I was enabled to be myself and to live my truest life. I am a slave, in support of a good Man and of authentic Men, who live in integrity, who take responsibility, who work to enable faggots like myself to be ourselves in safety, who enable us to feel accepted, valuable, useful, supported, loved, real. A good Man's collar belongs around my neck. That's what makes my dick hard and my heart warm with the beauty of life.

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Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2024 13:12:07 +0000 (UTC) From: SlaveMasters7 Subject: Master and His Pack Mule - Ch. 5 (Gay Authoritarian) Please consider donating to Nifty, your source of a lot of fun. Stories of The Slave Center The Nation's Leading Retailer of Trained Faggots _______________________ Master and His Pack Mule Part Five Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. On the patio, after Master spent the early afternoon reading and napping, as did his slave, he awoke, and, automatically, as I, his slave, have been practiced in doing, awoke with him. I am not sure how I wake up when he does, if I pick up on some energy field or something, but when Master and slave are asleep very near each other, then when the master awakes, so does his slave. We are just in sync that way. I rose up from the mat I was on and put my nose in Master's pits. I so loved his smell. He let his slave soak up his pit smells and then said, "I bet I smell good in other places as well." This was Master's subtle way of saying he was offering up his more private areas to me. He reached down and grabbed the waistband of his swim trunks. He lifted his ass off the lounge chair and slipped the trunks off. His hefty uncut 8-incher flopped to one side of his balls and toward his left inner thigh. I was always thrilled by the sight of my master, in all his natural beauty. "Smell only," he ordered. And so I began to take in his amazing scent. Man sweat and musk, two of a faggot's favorite things. I put my nose right into his groin. Master did not allow me use of hands, so I just nudged my nose into all the best places. Right into his groin, all along his balls, smelling and softly kissing as I went. I used my face to nudge his cock so that it flopped upward, giving me better access to his balls and inner thighs. Finishing my scent tour of his balls and groin, I slowly moved my nose up along his shaft, sniffing the entire length and girth of it. Up and down I went, smelling it all over, feeling my worship rising more and more. I reached the head of his cock and stuck my nose there, smelling the end of the foreskin, trying to get right in there. Master suddenly said, "Yes, slave, it's time." So, I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock in. Such a glorious moment for me, always. As soon as I had the head in my mouth, he let flow with his piss. I sometimes wondered what it felt like for a man to lie back on a lounge chair, have his dick in a slave mouth, and piss. It must be so relaxing for a man, so nice. For me, a faggot-slave, it was always glorious. I sucked down every last drop of gushing stream. When done, I knelt with hands behind my back, bowed my head, and said, "Master, thank you, Master. You honor your slave with your piss, Master." Master simply laid back and relaxed for a minute or two while I remained kneeling, silent, head bowed, whole body motionless, as was Master's standing order for such times. I could still taste his piss in my mouth. "So, slave," Master broke the moment of quiet, "did you learn anything from your assigned reading?" "Master, yes, Master. Your slave learned a few ways to serve it had never really considered, Master. But, most of all, Master, it learned that this slave is not yet a good enough slave for you, Master, and that it needs to improve to become a more complete property, Master." "Correct, slave. I expect improvements. Tell me more." "Master, to improve this slave is to never have a desire outside of serving you, Master. Any time spent considering anything but serving you is faggot selfishness, Master. This slave has no right to faggot selfishness, Master. A slave dishonors its Master with any amount at all of faggot selfishness, Master. Faggot selfishness is shameful, Master, and a true humiliation for your slave, Master. Faggot selfishness is to be totally eradicated, Master." "Very good, slave. I know some masters think it too extreme to eliminate every drop of non-slave will from a faggot slave... but I don't! And what did it say near the end of the article, slave, about why it is good for a slave to have lost any possibility of having a selfish thought or performing a selfish action, of being anything at all but a total service faggot-slave?" "Master, it explains that it is via total service that a faggot experiences fulfillment, Master. It says that a faggot self-actualizes in full slavery, Master, that a faggot becomes fully its true self when it lives only to serve its Master, Sir. That a faggot feels most fully realized and at peace when its focus is on its Master, Sir. So, in a way, Master, being such a total slave is in itself faggot selfishness, as what the faggot truly desires for itself is total slavery, Master. Another way of looking at it, Master, is to say that a full slave loses all of its selfish desires, except its one true desire, which is to be a slave, Master. Being a slave is the main thing a faggot desires, Master, and this is the only selfish desire a faggot should strive for, Master." "And does my slave have that one selfish desire?" "Master, yes, Master, very much so, Master." "And does my slave agree with the article?" "Master, it is not totally sure, Master." "Or maybe the slave is just resistant?" "Master, maybe, Master." "Then why does my slave have an erection?" "Master, oh, Master, it hadn't noticed, Master." "The truth about itself gives a slave an erection. Look, it's even given me one!" I hadn't noticed his, either. We were both erect. Master turned his body and rose to a seated position, with both legs on one side of his lounge chair, facing me, still kneeling on my mat. He leaned back a bit and spread his legs. His cock was at full mast, and it was a beautiful sight. He was displaying his erection to me, an erection, he said, only due to the truth that was being spoken. "Truth gives erections, slave." He locked his eyes onto mine, and so I locked mine onto his. He allowed a very pregnant pause. Then, while his eyes were boring into me, said, "You have no right to anything, slave. Nothing at all. You are service to me, the living embodiment of obedience. That's why I own you. I will help you, I expect you, to live up to your one true desire, slave." "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master. You have the right to expect and demand full service from your slave, Master, Sir. This slave had thought it was already living in full service, Master, but the article showed that this slave still has a way to go, Master. Thank you, Master, for the opportunity to serve you more fully, Master." "Nice words slave, and nice erection." "Master, yes, Master, Sir, thank you for teaching your slave, Master." "Good slave. Its gratitude is noted and, under the circumstances, very appropriate. I want my slave to admit right now that it knows it is currently subpar and that it has growth to do in becoming the best slave it can be. And I want my slave to pledge to me right now that it will purify itself of all faggot selfishness but for its one true desire of living in total slavery." "Master, yes, Master." I took a few moments of silence to clear my head and consider what to say, and then I began, "Master, my Lord, this slave has not been a good enough slave for you, Master. Please forgive its failings, Master. Your slave pledges its growth in becoming your fuller and more devout slave, Master. This slave's one true goal, as you have so kindly offered, Master, is 100% servitude in full slavery, Master. Your slave pledges to become purified of any and all things that interfere with it being nothing but service for you, Master, as it is meant to be and as it desires to be, Sir. Thank you, Master." "And I will ensure that you do just that, my slave." He smiled and reached out his hand to pet my bald head. I loved these moments of affection and appreciation. "Okay, now let's get you to your favorite place to smell and lick and suck." With that, he stood up and took a couple steps so that he could lean against a patio roof support beam and stick his ass out slightly. I admired his man body, in great shape with a round ass with just enough man hair to add to its beauty. "Take care of my asshole, faggot." "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." I scooted closer to him, remaining on my knees, knees hurting somewhat as I had to leave the slave mat and kneel on concrete. I put my face between into his crack and really burrowed into it. I sniffed, inhaling deeply, loving his man musk. Master never cared about the cleanliness of his asshole before having his slave lick it up. Why should he? I licked and sucked up all his goodness till he told me he had had enough. I then asked, "Master, is it faggot selfishness to enjoy smelling and licking your asshole so much, Master?" "Ah, no, only if the slave had been ordered to do something else and instead was focused on cleaning its Master's asshole. But I ordered you to do it, you did it, and enjoyed it, as a slave should. Enjoy your obedience. Enjoy your servitude. That's just what a slave does. There's no way around that. Keep enjoying, my faggot, because such enjoyment actually serves your Master, too. I don't want a miserable slave on my hands. A slave should be happy in its service." "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." "Okay, slave, now that we agree that my slave needs to make improvements in its slavery, I'm ready to start the rest of my afternoon. So, first, go make me a mocha latte." "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." I stood up and rushed into the kitchen, because he expects his slave to snap to it whenever he gives and order. I returned in a few minutes, saw Master was standing out on his lawn, still nude. I walked briskly to him and knelt, with my face near his round ass, holding the latte up to him. "Master, thank you, Master," I offered. He took the cup of coffee without any acknowledgement of me. As it should be. I remained on my knees, silent and still, grateful to be near my Lord, awaiting his next order. "Mow the lawn." "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." I retrieved the mower and mowed his back yard first, and then I moved through the gate and mowed his front lawn. Master did not outfit his slave in any way for this weekly task. So, I was nude but for permanent ankle and wrist cuffs and collar. While I mowed Master's grass, he went into his house and got dressed. When he came back outside, he had jeans on and his whip was coiled at his waist. He saw me and what I had accomplished so far and said, "Pick up the pace, faggot. When you've got a job to do for me. Don't dawdle." "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." I was surprised by his statement but picked up the pace with renewed purpose. Soon, my breath was coming heavily, like during a workout, and I was perspiring all over. Some minutes later, when he came to check on his slave again, he said, "That's better faggot. That's the way to do it. When I give you an order, you complete it like it is the only thing that matters to you, because it is the only thing that matters to you." "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master. The only thing your slave is allowed to care about is serving you to your satisfaction, Master. Thank you, Master." And to my surprise my slave cock began to rise. I was happy. Mowing the lawn with a hard on, serving my Master, focusing on completing the task assigned to me. I felt connected to him, a part of him. I finished with the lawns, put the mower away, got on all fours to drink from the slave water bowl on the back patio, and then presented on my knees within Master's view, on his back patio. "Did it finish both lawns?" "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." "Good, but remember. I expect quick and efficient service, always, slave. You are to serve me with energy and enthusiasm. No let up, slave." "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." "Now, stand at your whipping post. Hop to it." Out of surprise, I sucked in a quick breath. I wanted to ask Master why, but I simply replied, "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." I stood at my whipping post, in a standing present position, and waited for Master. My mind raced, looking for a reason why I was about to be punished. I was teary-eyed, not for fear of the whipping to come, but because I hated to fail my Master." Master soon walked up and stood to my left and slightly behind me. Still, I could see his whip hanging at his waist and the fact that he had one hand on it already. "Master, why, Master?" "Do I need a reason?" "Master, no, Master." "Well, there you have it. But, as it happens, I do have a reason, slave." He slipped the bit into my mouth again and fastened it tightly, rendering me unable to speak. The whipping post was really more of a frame, and Master began attaching me to it. First, he took the upper chains and attached them to my wrist restraints. Then he did the same with the lower chains and my ankles. Lastly, he took the two chains that hung from the overhead beam and attached them to my collar, one chain on either side of my neck. He pulled all the chains tight. So, there I was, standing spread eagle. Legs spread wide, arms spread way out, and head held high. He then walked in front of me and spit on my face. He already had his whip in his hand. He walked behind me and soon, before I could try and prepare for it, he threw the first strike. It was intense, and I writhed against my chains and wanted to scream but couldn't, being so firmly gagged with bit and tongue plate. He threw the whip again, hitting my upper back. Then again. And again, on my left ass cheek. Then back to my upper back. "Take it as your just desserts, slave. You've earned this. Just be a part of me, at the end of my whip. It's who you are." I heard his words, but the strikes kept coming. "Be a part of me, faggot. Be a part of my manhood. Live inside me, as part of me, just an extension of me, a part of me, my slave. Connect with me via your obedience." Master had never spoken like this before. He had never uttered such messages as this. "Good slave," he said with a raised voice. "I am whipping you because you are a good slave, and this is your reward. This is what a slave gets. This is what my slave deserves for serving me properly over the years. This is what my slave deserves for pledging to serve me more completely from now on." I could still hear his words, but my mind was sort of wild and blown. What was he saying? "Good slave. I have a good slave," he said as the strikes kept coming. Swish, across my shoulders. Swish, against my upper thighs. "With each strike I assure my slave that it is my property, and I empower my slave to be more of what it is." Swish, swish, swish. So many strikes of his whip, each as intense as the previous. I was able to remain standing only because of the chains. I let go. Let go of excess thoughts and concerns. I let the whip warm me, explain to me, become me, a slave connected to its Master via his whip. Each strike made the Master-slave connection, like wires completing a circuit. I could say nothing audible or intelligible with the bit in my mouth, but I was indeed uttering, as much as I could, "Master, yes, Master. Master, yes, Master. Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master," and on and on. Master said no more, but his whip kept flying. Swish. I could hear the sound of the strike coming and then hitting my slave body. Swish. Swish. Master doesn't draw blood, ever, from a whipping or a paddling or anything. I knew I had welts, beautiful welts, but I knew there was no blood. That's just how my master is. There was a period of near silence. This whip stopped flying through the air. I could hear him breathing heavily. He had put his energy into this whipping. I hung there for I don't know how long. Then, Master released first the chains at my collar, then my wrists. I started to crumble, to fall to the grass. "No, stay standing, slave," Master told me in a soft voice. He released the chains at my ankles. "Now, proper position, slave," he ordered, and I knelt in the grass with my hands at my lower back and my face raised at attention. "Stay," he uttered and walked away. I believe he merely went to get a drink of water for himself. Soon, he was back and standing in front of his slave. His whip was back at his waist, coiled and secured there. He was shirtless and his jeans rode low in the waist. He was moist all over from his perspiration. He removed the bit from my mouth and stood very near to me, only inches from my face. I reached my face forward and lightly, lovingly, kissed him just above the waist of his jeans, just above his pubic patch. Then, I looked up toward his face and said, "Master, thank you, Master." "Good slave." He grabbed the back of my head and pulled the side of my face back to his bare midriff, to his treasure trail, just above his jeans. He held me there tightly, hugging me like that. He put his thumb in my mouth and pressed down firmly on his slave tongue, letting his slave know he required its silence. "You're a good slave. But more, I need more." After a few seconds, he continued, "Pick up the pace for me, for every order. Better and more efficient service, every time. Life is about growth, and this is your area of growth: better living through pure slavery. That's what I provide for you. You are nothing but service and worship. A full slave. That's what I want, and you're it." He kept his thumb pressed firmly on my tongue, and I remained silent. He held me there, his other hand holding my head tightly to his body. I felt the heat on my back. The whipped up heat on my back. My knees were well spread, and I felt the strain of that. I loved his thumb being in my mouth, and I sucked it as best I could. Then, I focused once again on the roaring heat on my whipped back. It was hard to ignore. But my breathing was normalizing, and my mind was calming down. I noticed my full hard on, a reaction to the truth of what was going on. It could have been 10 or 15 minutes of time that we were in this position. I really don't know. What I do know is that when Master was ready he led me to my water bowl, and I lapped up all of it, such that he refilled it and set the bowl back down for his slave to drink. Then, he led me to his pillory near the stable and placed me in it. "Time for you to be alone for a while, my mule. Time to consider what your Master requires. That's all that matters to you. Time to examine the truth of what you are. Time to consider how to improve your slave-self and be a better piece of property, for me. Quicker actions. A more complete worship. Full worship. That will help you become a more devout faggot. That's what you're going to be. That is what I order." He then walked away and went into his house, leaving me in the pillory to consider how to improve myself as his complete slave. I believe Master was gone for a long time, but what did I know of time anymore? I was locked in a pillory. I had time to consider: Did Master's demand for deeper slavery and better slave service warm my slave-heart? Did I have a slave-heart? Of course I did. I surrendered my life to The Slave Center and was thoroughly vetted and admitted as a slave. Yes, I have a slave-heart, and Master wanted me to experience it to its fullest. What could be kinder than that? As I remained in the pillory, for however long it was, thoughts and feelings ran amuck through me. But finally they gathered and coalesced. I began to feel shame and remorse that I wasn't already the slave my master required me to be. I wanted to beg for his forgiveness. I felt shame at not having always obeyed quickly and enthusiastically enough. I vowed to improve, to "hop to it", as Master had expressed. I vowed to actively put my slave-heart in my master's hands, for Master to shape it, use it, and make demands of it. I trusted him to take responsibility for, and to act responsibly with, the slave-heart that he already owns. Time kept going by, and still I remained in the pillory. My breathing became heavy. My desire to be out of the pillory and actively serving was overwhelming me. I yearned to serve him. I am nothing but service, as Master had told me, and I was feeling the truth of it. My slave-heart was pounding. I wanted to be with my Master. I was feeling the worship I hold for him. Master is my lord. I live to serve my Lord-Master. I became lost in a kind of trance. I repeated over and over and over and over and over, "I live to serve my Master. I live to serve my Master. I live to serve my Master. I live to serve my Master." It was at this point that Master came back outside. He heard his slave sort of chanting its truth from behind the bit. I presume he was pleased with this. He took his prison strap and applied it to his slave ass without warning. One, two, three good strikes. It startled me, but it felt right, accurate and deserved. "I am taking you all the way, slave. To your promised land, to where I am your King, your Lord, your God. Accept it slave. Know it." Whack! The prison strap hit my slave ass again. "It is just the simple truth." Whack! The strap landed on my ass again. "It's what's good and right for you, slave." Whack! "And for me!" Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! He hung the strap back at his waist and came around to the front of me. He playfully shook the pillory with both hands, with me in it. Nothing fierce, but enough that I felt my surrender to him. He whispered in my ear, "I love a good faggot-slave!" Wow. Did Master just tell me he loves me? Master continued speaking softly in my ear as he moved behind me. "Slave! You're my slave, for life. I love owning you, slave. You're my slave, my property," He said over and over as he rammed his lubed up cock into my ass. Then he pounded away, "Slave! Mine! My slave! All mine!" His cock kept ramming my asshole. "Every ounce a slave. Every cell. Every inch. Everything about it. All of it. All slave. My slave." Master pounded and pounded and pounded, lost in his own experience of mastery, and I felt so honored to be his. Soon, he was gushing cum up his slave's ass, still pounding his thick 8-inch. His groans were loud as he had the kind of orgasm reserved only for Masters. When he came down from his apparent euphoria and his breathing began normalizing, he pulled his cock out of his slave's ass, and, though I was unable to see it, picked up his prison strap again and brought it hard across this slave's bum, one, two, three more times. He kept the prison strap in his hand and walked to the front of the pillory and stuck his cock in my face. "Clean me up good, my faggot." And with great gusto I licked and sucked my master's big cock, cleaning every last drop of cum and sticky stuff and whatever came out of my slave ass. Then, I licked his groin and inhaled all the man smell I could. He smelled so fucking great. "That's enough, mule." Master took a step back, rested his prison strap right on my bare and recently whipped back, put his cock back in his jeans, buttoned up his fly, and then retrieved his prison strap. He stepped to the back side of the pillory and gave his slave two more hard swats with the strap. He meant business today. I was still far gone in faggot-land, but Master's voice entered my consciousness, "I expect to hear its gratitude always, slave!" "Master, thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" I answered, almost shouted out, with no hesitation at all. I almost felt proud of myself for my lack of hesitation and my strong voice that I hope conveyed my actual gratitude. He left me there alone again. Who knows for how long, but by the time he returned, I was sure it was late afternoon. Finally, he came back to me in the pillory and gently ran his prison strap over my ass cheeks, but he did not swing for any impact. He hung the strap back at his hip and then began unlocking the pillory. "It's been a big day, slave." He pointed to the ground, so I immediately knelt in proper position. "Master, yes, Master," I attempted to say through the gag. "Silence, my slave," he said gently as he began to remove the bit. My slave will not speak unless spoken to." Once the bit was out of my mouth, he took my lower jaw in one hand and the top of my head in the other, and then he began to wriggle my jaw around, as if stretching and massaging my jaw muscles. "Now it may speak and answer my question: What does my slave feel compelled to do?" I thought about it for a moment. I knew what I felt compelled to do but thought the answer he may want would be `To serve you, Master.' But I gave the honest answer. "Master, to worship you as it lord, Sir." "Correct answer, my slave. Go get your worship matt from the stable." "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." I remembered to high tail it rather than simply walk. I quickly went about the simple task of getting my worship mat and ran back to my master. I knelt before him, holding the mat under one arm. "Good slave. Good mule. You made it pretty snappy. That's a better, slave." "Master, thank you, Master." "Now, lay your worship mat right here and go and get me a beer and The Slave Center Journal that's on the kitchen counter. There's another article I want to read." "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." Again, I did not walk but jogged at a quick pace to perform my ordered tasks. I grabbed his favorite beer from the fridge, twisted off and discarded the bottle cap, grabbed The Slave Center Journal, rushed back out onto the patio, knelt while offered up his beer and Slave Center Journal, and said, "Master, thank you, Master, for allowing your slave to serve you, Master." "I am going to sit here and read and enjoy my beer. You get on your mat and worship, but in silence. Let me feel it, though, my slave. Let it all out." "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." And so I placed my self on my worship mat and prostrated myself, my body facing Master as he casually sat on his patio chair reading and sipping at his beer. He still wore only his jeans and no shirt. My back and ass still bore the heat of this afternoon's"Now it may speak and answer my question: What does my slave feel compelled to do?" activities. I felt proud to carry the welts I no doubt had. I allowed myself some meditative silence, which cleared my mind, which made space for the pathways of my slave-heart to open broadly, and then I began to worship my lord and master. My love for him began to rise from within and seemed to flow in radiant beams from my entire being and right to my master, rinsing him, flooding him, him bathing him in my love and respect, my worship. I felt my adoration and devotion rise, as well as my mounting commitment to be a fuller slave for him. I reared up from my prostrate position, hands clasped in front of me in prayer position, and I prayed to him in silence. I honored my Master. I felt love for my Master. I became teary-eyed from the power of my feelings. To myself, silently, I began chanting, "Master. Master. Master. Thank you for the opportunity to serve you, Master. Thank you for my slavery, Master. Thank you for demanding I become a better slave, Master. Thank you, Master, Lord-Master. Your slave loves you, Master. Master is my lord. Master is my god. Master is my life. Master is why I live. I am born to serve my master. I am born to worship my Master. I sat down in the lotus position, with my hands still clasped in front of me in prayer position. My cock was rock was totally soft and at peace as my mind went quiet. I was directing all of my life energy toward my master. That is who I am. That is what I do. I pray to him for the opportunity to serve him with my life. Thank you, Master. Master never looked up at me from his reading, at least not as far as I could tell. He continued to drink his beer and read the article he had interest in. When he was finished doing both, he said, "That's enough for today, slave." I immediately moved into a kneeling present position with my hands behind my back and my head held up and alert as I awaited his next order. "It's time for me to get ready for my date with Jenn. Go lay out some choices of clothes for me, slave." "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." I jogged to his room and carefully laid out some pants, shirts and undergarments for him to choose from. I ran back to find my Master and kneel before him, thereby letting him know I had completed my orders. He did not acknowledge my presence at all. But soon, he said, "Shower time." "Master, yes, Sir, thank you, Master." This was routine behavior for us. I rushed to the bathroom and started the shower for him. I quickly undressed my Master. When the shower was the right temperature, I opened the shower door, and he stepped in. I bathed him with a washcloth. When finished, he stepped out of the shower and I towel dried him. I checked his fingernails and toenails for cleanliness and to see if any trimming or filing was needed. Then Master stood in front of the basin, and I brushed his teeth. He has an electric toothbrush, and I carefully took care of his dental hygiene. I held up a glass with water for him to rinse. He did so and then discarded the rinse into my mouth. I swished it around in my mouth and spit it out in the sink. Then, he rinsed his mouth again and the same pattern repeated. "What did you lay out for me to wear, faggot?" I explained to him and he seemed reasonably satisfied. He then ordered, "Living room, kneel, wait." I rushed to obey. Master came back to the living fully dressed, and boy did he look hot. He had a very manly look in his black jeans, plaid shirt and boots. "Time for you to eat, slave. I have it all ready." I moved to my regular designated feeding area and waited on all fours. Master retrieved my dog bowl from the kitchen counter. He scooped up some Slave Center brand slave feed and dumped it in my feed dish. I knew it would be the same thing I had for breakfast and lunch, for it is the only thing I ever eat. It is guaranteed to meet every nutritional requirement of a slave. He set the bowl of feed down before me and said, "Eat!" He did not require me to answer him at feeding times. He simply expected me to obey and eat. So I moved forward on all fours, put my face in the bowl, and gobbled up every last drop of the tasteless mush. The whole event was over in about a minute. "Good slave. Wash up." I washed my dog bowl and my face. "No more sitting around the house for you when I go out, slave. You are either working or locked up, and since I have no work that needs doing right now, let's get you safely locked up for the evening." I was a bit confused and taken aback, but I said, "Master, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir." He motioned for me to follow him out the back door and to the stable. Once inside the stable, he showed me a device that looked somewhat like a sawhorse. I had never seen this device before. "I bought this for you, slave. It will help you grow into your slavery more.". I had never seen this device before. "I bought this for you, slave. It will help you grow into your slavery more." I lay my torso on the 9-inch wide flat beam that ran nearly the length of the device, and my limbs were tightly secured to either side and down. I could barely move my arms and legs at all and my ass hung out invitingly. Once my limbs were secured, he put the bit back in my mouth and I felt my tongue securely held down. I didn't see him reach for it, but Master grabbed one of the paddles that hang from hooks on the wall. He gave my ass three strong strikes, in rapid succession. These opened my eyes wide. I was surprised but still aware that Master was up to something else behind me, and within moments I discovered what. He shoved a butt plug up my ass and I felt my mule tail hanging between my legs again. He petted my rump gently and then said, "Good faggot. Good animal." Master came back around to the front end of me. He seemed to admire his mule bound before him. "No more lounging around for you, slave. You are either serving me or I store you away until I want your service. There's nothing left in your life but serving me, slave. And just being bound here for the evening is one way to serve me, for I know you will become a better slave for it. He dimmed the lights so that it was pretty dark in the stable. "I have installed a monitoring system, slave. I have a constant live feed of what is happening in this room. So, you are safe, my slave. And here, in easy reach, is a water nozzle, so drink as needed, mule. I know you can get water even with my bit in your mouth. So, just relax and be my slave, as that is the only thing you are. I'm meeting Jenn at 7:00 and expect to be home around midnight. I'll probably come out and check on you then. Otherwise, goodnight, slave," he stated and walked away. I had about 5 and half hours ahead of me of being bound, plugged and alone. Or did he intend to leave me this way all night? It is hard to describe those several hours as a bound mule in Master's stable. I drifted in and out of sleep. My mind blanked out for who knows how long. And I began to love the plug up my ass. I felt the tail tickle my legs, and I felt proud to have it hanging there. With what brainpower I could muster, I thought about my master and of how important it is for me to serve him properly. And somehow I felt good, free of all concerns other than to just be. I noticed that the more I felt like I was an actual animal, the better the plug up my ass felt. The hours drudged on, and I found myself saying silently to myself, "Master, thank you, Master. Master, thank you, Master. Master, thank you, Master. Master, thank you, Master..." Somehow, while I sank into my animal nature I elevated my master to the height of manhood, the height of male greatness. And I was overwhelmed with a yearning to serve him. Totally overwhelmed. All I could think of was the next time I could serve him, the next time he would allow me to kneel before him. I felt my slavery wrapping me in warmth and glory. My dick was hard and unable to touch anything. The device I was bound to was designed in such a way that I could not possibly touch anything with my cock. And I loved the state I was in. Images of my master flooded my head. His good looks, his big cock, his charming smile, his intelligence and kindness. I don't know how many hours may have passed already, but it was clear to me that Master was making me a more full slave and a truly devout faggot. I felt a swelling urge to drink his piss and to clean his shitty asshole. I longed for the next time I could bow in worship of my Lord-Master. I longed to show him my gratitude for his enslavement of me. Master, thank you, Master. And in time I had a sense of being a pure faggot, so clean and pure. Only faggot. Only servant. Only slave. I must have fallen asleep as I didn't notice Master had arrived home. My first awareness of him was when he opened the door to his stable. "Good slave," he announced jovially. "It looks like you're doing fine!" He petted me lightly along my back as he walked to the rear of me. He grabbed the fur of my tail used it to jiggle the plug in my ass. It felt glorious and I squealed in delight. "Yeah, that's right. Good slave." Then he pulled on the plug. "Give it to me, boy. Let Master take care of your tail." I relaxed and my hole gave way. The plug popped out, and I felt that emptiness again, almost a loneliness. He then removed his bit from my mouth and proceeded to unbind me totally. "Come slave. Let's go in the house." "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master," I said in a kind of pant, somehow more animal than human. I followed him to his room, undressed him, put his laundry in the washroom and then knelt to await further orders. "Open," he said. I did so and received the gift of his piss. My mouth has been his urinal for years already, just one of the many perks of my slavery. He sent me into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a piss. He then pointed to my bed, a small mattress on the floor in a corner of his room. He didn't bother to bind me in any way for the night. He knew he could trust in my proper behavior: to stay ready to serve him, to not touch his slave cock, to get up and sit on the toilet to piss if needed, to sleep and be rested for another day of service. This is how we have spent nights for a couple years now. I slept fairly well that night, though I tossed and turned some and had several dreams and nighttime erections. I felt great allure in becoming a more complete slave. My cock got hard every time I thought about it. When I recounted the day that had just ended, when I remembered being whipped for being a good slave and the resultant welts all over my back, ass and thighs, I got hard. When I thought of my enslavement, I got hard. When I thought of completing any and all of Master's orders with improved energy and enthusiasm, I got hard. When I thought of becoming a better and more devoted slave for my Master, I got hard. When I thought of Master, I got hard. And by morning I felt the yearning of any good faggot-slave: to serve. I felt the yearning to become a fuller slave, wiped clean of any sense of self that was not slave. I felt the joy of having only Master in my thoughts. I felt my spirit expand in slavery with every reduction of my freedom. And I felt an overwhelming need to be the slave my master insists that I be. Master, thank you, Master. My life is to serve you, Master.

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Date: Fri, 3 May 2024 02:07:10 +0000 (UTC) From: SlaveMasters7 Subject: Master and His Pack Mule - Ch. 8 (Gay Authoritarian) Please consider a kind donation to nifty.org. Stories of The Slave Center The Nation's Leading Retailer of Trained Faggots _______________________ Master and His Pack Mule Part Eight Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Master Joe unlocked my wrists from behind my back. "Stay," he ordered. Master Matt had a large mat he could lay out on his patio. A gymnastics mat, from his younger days. Anyway, this mat was about 12x12 feet. He used it whenever he wanted to play with his faggot outside, which is where he usually preferred to play during the warms months. With it, this slave could more easily remain on its knees, and Master could also be on it more comfortably. He could ram his cock up his slave ass while on his knees and his slave on all fours, and it was not hard for his slave to clean afterwards. Master had this mat out on the patio, and he, Master Joe, and Master Kevin all moved to the mat, where they stood side by side, with Master Kevin in the middle. "Come, faggot. We want you now," Master Matthew called to me. I, the naked, collared and completely shaved faggot-slave, crawled until I could kneel a couple feet in front of Master Kevin and the men flanking him. I took my slave position, placing my hands at the small of my back, as I was well-trained to do. Just imagine how I felt, an eager and obedient faggot-slave kneeling in front of 3 beautiful men. Who was the young master in the middle? I could have guessed he was family to Master Matt and Master Joe, as I noticed a family resemblance, but he seemed so young, barely 20. He had no chest hair, and Master Joe had so much. I loved the look of both of them. I hadn't seen any Slave Center master pants in years. They looked great on this young master, with his huge package filling the pouch. Yes, I loved the size, but I also loved the hairiness of his crotch, visible right through the sheer fabric. "Slave, this is my cousin, your Master Kevin. Your Master Joe is his uncle, just as he is mine. And you are our slave." That was all the introduction I got. "Masters, yes, Masters. Thank you, Masters!" Master Joe spoke next, "Master Kevin gets to do a few things for the first time this evening. Here is the first thing he's never done before." I just looked on as Master Kevin reached for his pouch and began to flip it open. "Open your mouth, slave," he ordered. I found his voice deep, confident and pleasant to hear. I opened my mouth. He pulled his prodigious cock out of the pouch and put it toward my lips. "Come here, faggot. They tell me you're a good toilet," he said. I moved closer to him, opened my mouth wide, and took the head of his young manhood into my mouth, closing my lips securely around it. I pulled my eyes away from his amazing furry crotch and drew them up to his face, as I had been trained to do when serving as a master's urinal. He then gifted me with his godly elixir. I kept my eyes looking up to his as I drank down his piss. When he finished, he put his cock back into his pouch and snapped it closed. "Master Kevin, thank you, Master Kevin, for using your slave, Master Kevin, Sir." I bowed my head. Master Joe spoke up, "How was that, Master Kevin?" "It was nice. Real nice! Why would I ever want to piss anywhere else! Damn!" Master Kevin answered. Masters Joe and Matt chuckled and said, "Yeah, you're learning!" Master Kevin sure cut a nice figure. I liked looking at him, in his pants with the pouch and no shirt on. Just looking at him made my asshole tingle. I remained in my kneeling position, hands behind my back, and waited for my next order. "What else haven't you tried, Master Kevin?" asked Master Matt. "Well, most everything, especially if it's sexual. At my Slave Center workshops we did lots of things, but nothing included sex or using the slave as a urinal," Master Kevin answered. "But you've had sex before?" Master Joe asked. "Yeah, with some girlfriends a few times, but I've never used a faggot sexually. I'm told a faggot can take my big cock better than most women. I hope so, anyway. The girls who've sucked me could barely get the head in their mouths." "Cool, well then, let's get you some more experience!" Master Joe stated. "I'm ready!" pronounced Master Kevin. "Good, then why don't you get that pouch off for good, or take off those pants?" Master Kevin, with one smooth action, pulled the pouch off his goods and then reached behind himself and pulled it further. The whole thing came off, front and pack, leaving only what looked similar to chaps. His cock and balls flopped heavily and free. He was naked in all the right places now, and what a sight for a slave like me! Such a cock! Lucky me. "Wow, cool! Those are some pants! And that's quite a body you've got, Master Kevin," Master Joe observed. "Yeah, a young god. I'm sure my faggot will worship you!" Master Matt added. "So, what do you want to try first, Master Kevin?" queried Master Joe. Perhaps with a little embarrassment in his voice, Master Kevin said, "Well, I've heard faggots lick assholes. If so, I want to try that." "Why, they sure do, and they love it! Just turn around, bend over a bit, and let the faggot at it! It'll eat you up good." "Should I worry if it's really clean or not?" Master Kevin questioned. "No. Why should you?" Master Joe stated. I could hardly believe my luck! Master Kevin turned, bent over somewhat, and spread his beautiful ass. Then he said, "Okay, faggot. Show me what you do." I moved forward enough to put my face right in there, right between his ass cheeks and right at his asshole. I took a big whiff, stuck out my tongue out and went to work. What a glory it was! The musky smell of his young ass. I loved it. And such a hot and delicious asshole I was being privileged to serve. I was in my element. I licked, slurped, kissed and sucked at his hole. From his groans, I could tell Master Kevin was enjoying it too, but his groans were nothing compared to me snorting like a happy pig. Ah! There's nothing like a man's asshole. When Master Joe felt Master Kevin had had enough, he gently grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me back till I was lying flat on the mat. "Now, have a seat!" Master Joe told Master Kevin. Master Kevin stood over my face as I looked up to the tall young man with his muscled ass and big cock hanging out. I felt I was being visited by my god. He began to squat, and I opened my mouth. His ass came down to my face in a kind of slow motion, as it seemed so amazing to me that I'd be so lucky. I took in the view and enjoyed it for all it was worth. When his ass reached my face, my tongue was out and ready to meet his hole. Such faggot glory! My mouth at his asshole. What a connection! Where faggot meets a man. While Master Kevin's ass pinned my head to the mat, Master Joe and Master Matt grabbed my wrists and clipped a chain to each. They stood up and backed away, pulling my slave arms out wide and over my head. They must have attached the other ends of the chains to eye bolts Master Matt had strategically placed around the patio structure. They then walked to my ankles, attached chains to my ankle cuffs, and pulled the chains up, lifting my legs up high and almost behind my head. They attached the other ends of the chains to patio roof eye bolts. Then, I felt Master Matt's hands on my balls. He pulled them out and placed my wide steel ball stretcher around them to keep them. He addressed Master Kevin, "Grab hold of these and slap then around a bit, then you will see what a faggot really is. But don't do it too much, or you'll make it cum, and I don't want that, yet. Master Kevin, still sitting firmly on my face, reached out and grabbed my ball stretcher in one hand and began slapping my balls with the other, softly at first, but as he gained confidence, he began to apply real force. "That's it. The slave can take it. Let him have it," Master Matt advised. All I could do was take what Master Kevin was giving me, pinned down under his asshole as I was, with my four limbs bound securely and away from my body. Master Matt was right. I felt my system preparing to shoot my slave cum. I tried to relax and not cum, but it was hard to hold back with this young man sitting on my face and slapping my balls but good. Master Matt told Master Kevin to start holding back on the ball slapping, as he knew this slave would blow its load soon. When Master Kevin stopped slapping my slave balls, I had been brought to a state of heightened faggot arousal and was left yearning for more. Master Kevin stood up and towered over me. My other two masters stood at his sides. Master Joe took the cane that hung at his hip and said, "My turn." The chains attached at my ankles were pulled tight enough that my ass was raised several inches off the patio mat. Without ceremony and without a word, Master Joe began caning my ass and the backs of my thighs. Quickly, firmly, all over. As his repetitions slowed, the strength of his strikes increased. He was letting this slave have it, and it was my struggle to not scream out. "That's it, slave. Just relax and take it as the good faggot you are," Master Joe said while his strikes continued. "You know it's good for you." "Master, yes, Master." Master Matt brought Master Kevin back toward my head. Through my tear-moistened eyes I watched as this huge flaccid cock and big balls hung over my face. Then Master Kevin began to squat. I opened my mouth wide to accept his gift. Master Kevin let his great cock hang in front of me for a while, and then he aimed and pushed it, though barely half hard, right into my mouth. Master Matt stood nearby, watching. He said, "Serve that cock, my slave. Show your new young master how good you can make a man feel. Show him you're a good faggot." I began to suck in earnest, and Master Kevin immediately began to harden. His cock grew in my mouth. Being inexperienced, Master Kevin started out being gentle with me, so I lifted my chin and raised my head what little I could to guide his monster cock in the right direction and down my throat. It went in fairly easily. I had been well-trained in deep-throating. He moaned and began to pump, gently at first, but soon with more confidence as well as with a masterly self interest. After a few minutes, he was face fucking me for real, sending his massive cock down my throat to the hilt. I felt his big balls land on my face. I kept my throat open and accepted his gift. He would withdraw his cock till only the tip was in my mouth, and then he would plunge it all the way back in. All the while, Master Joe kept caning my ass and thighs with practiced and considered strikes. Once again, Master Matt had brought me to faggot heaven. His uncle Joe and his cousin Kevin had taken me over, body and soul. All I could do was exist for my masters, and I loved it. Suddenly, I felt Master Matt fitting a wide metal restraint around my waist. He then attached chains on both sides of it and hooked these chains to more eye bolts. This, I knew, was to keep me from scooching away, whether by my own actions or by the force of the man fucking me. "Oh, that's good. Secure that slave but good!" said Master Joe. "Looks like he's got a nice accommodating fuck hole." "Three more good hits with my cane, slave," he then stated. He took a firm stance and let fly with the cane full force. One! Two! Three! The cane cracked across my ass. It hurt and I liked it. But no matter. My ass was theirs, and Master Joe was out to prove it. Master Kevin took his cock out of my me and immediately squashed his asshole back onto my mouth. He wriggled his ass around some and got comfortable. Master Joe, himself blessed with a good thick 8 inches, was now fully erect. What a beautiful and hairy sight! He knelt down on the patio mat and positioned himself at my asshole. He lubed up his hands and began lubing my slave ass, stretching it this way and that, using both hands. "Ready, faggot?" It wasn't really a question, and I couldn't really answer, what with Master Kevin's asshole on my mouth. Master Joe positioned his cock and slid it right in, to the hilt, up my ass. How much heaven can a faggot endure? I had a master's asshole on my face and a master's cock up my ass. Master Joe began pumping kind of slowly, but he soon began pounding my ass. "Ah, I love fucking a slave. Slaves are more inviting and responsive. This hole keeps telling me it wants more and more. I can feel it." He said to his nephew, "Master Kevin, lift your ass off the slave's mouth for a minute." Master Kevin followed Master Joe's direction. Master Joe then asked me, "What do you have to say, faggot? Tell me. I want to hear it." "Master, thank you, Master, Oh, god, thank you, Masters!" "That's right, slave. Your masters are giving you the gift of our mastery. One of us is in your ass and another is going down your mouth." I then felt Master Kevin's cock re-entering my lips, then mouth, then throat, all the way in until I felt his pubes on my face. He pumped steadily, with long strokes in and out. He'd pull it out and then stuff it all the way in and leave it there. I could feel it pulsing, pulsing, pulsing. Then he began slowly pumping again. And on and on. I stayed relaxed and open, loving the look and feel of the young master fucking my face. And Master Joe was doing his thing up my ass. Pumping hard, fast, slow, however he pleased. I didn't know what Master Matt was doing. Perhaps he was just watching and enjoying, supervising the action. Master Joe was fucking my faggot ass with a fury now. I could hear his heavy breathing and get glimpses of his torso dripping with sweat. "Yeah!" He said, "I haven't fucked a slave in so long! Ah, I love it! I love to fuck when I don't have to worry if the receiver is enjoying it. I'm just free to fuck. Yeah!" And away he pumped. Master Kevin discovered he likes having his giant cock buried all the way down my throat. "I know I'm new at this, but I understand the benefit of a faggot now. I've never been able to have my cock down a throat like this, and it feels so good! Like, right there!" He pushed a little further. "When I know I've got it all the way in and it just can't go any deeper. I can feel my balls on the slave's face. God, it makes me feel good. Yeah!" "It makes the slave feel good, too," offered Master Matt. "I'm gonna blast!" shouted out Master Joe through his heavy breathing, and he began shooting his load up my slave ass. I couldn't really feel it, but I felt honored as Master Joe's cum shot into my body. And just as Master Joe's orgasm subsided, Master Kevin began shooting his hot young load in my mouth and down my throat. I sure felt and tasted that! Glorious! I luxuriated in the cum he gave me. Once more, I was in faggot heaven. Master Joe said, "Good slave. Good slave," as he stayed pretty much in place near my ass, though he had already pulled his cock out. Master Kevin, after only a short breather, just sat his asshole right back on my mouth and began to relax. Once Master Joe moved away from my back side, Master Matt stepped up and shoved a hefty plug up my ass. The emptiness my ass felt once Master Joe had his cock out of it was taken care of. "Thank you, Master Matt! Thank you, Sir!" I responded. He really knows how to care for his slave. Master Kevin sat on my face for some time. And why wouldn't he? He seemed to like a faggot mouth working overtime at his asshole. Finally, though, Master Kevin stood up, stretched his legs, took a swig of his beer, and sat back down on a patio chair. And as soon as Master Kevin stood up, Master Matt placed the bit with tongue plate in my mouth, again satisfying any emptiness I may have felt. My masters sat back on their patio chairs as I lay there bound, gagged and plugged. They were allowing me to remain in my faggot heaven. After some minutes of quiet, Master Kevin remarked, "That's some big plug you put up its ass, Master Matt, and you really took care of its mouth. I've never seen anything like that." "Yeah, well, that's the life of my faggot," Master Matt answered. I lay there, breathing heavily, like some animal in heat, which indeed I was. But my cock had gone totally soft with the insertion of the large plug. I often went soft when plugged in this way. I found it all so calming and peaceful, but also the plug seemed to touch something that reduced the possibility of an erection. Whatever it was, my cock often when totally soft with the insertion of very large butt plug. The men sat there chatting and having another beer, while I lay bound before them. After some time, like maybe nearly an hour, they asked each other if anyone was going to use the slave again. When the answer came back a no, Master Kevin asked, "Doesn't the slave get to cum?" "Uh, usually not. I can't remember the last time I had my slave shoot. What do I care? It sometimes cums while I'm fucking it, but I rarely attempt to get it off. Why should I? I never do anything with its cock. It is just not something I care about. But we can make it cum tonight, if you want." Master Matt explained to Master Kevin. "Yeah, I guess I'd like to see what makes your slave shoot a load." "Okay then!" Master Matt stood up and then positioned himself between my legs. He brought the bottom of his boot down on my balls, still wearing the ball stretcher. He applied pressure and said, "Hello, my slave! We're going to make you cum!" He stepped on my balls harder. After Master Matt had squashed my balls for a couple minutes, he called for Master Kevin to join him. "Straddle over the slave's torso, grab the ball stretcher in one hand and then start slapping its ball. And maybe keep your ass raised over its face to give the faggot a view it can appreciate." Master Kevin did all these things. He began slapping my slave balls rather gently at first, but Master Matt encouraged him to really hit them. So, Master Kevin began to strike my balls in earnest, over and over again. I couldn't see what was happening down there, but I could see Master Kevin's round man ass right in front of my face. Such a sight! I admired its beauty and yearned to get my mouth back at it. Master Matt called out, "Come on, faggot. Show Master Kevin what you are. Show all of us. Cum for us. Show Master Kevin what a faggot you are." I remained flaccid, for the most part, as I felt my faggot juices begin to flow. Each strike on my slave balls hurt and felt good at the same time. But in my heart, it just felt good. My faggot orgasm began slowly, but soon I knew I was beyond the point of no return as I panted and my slave cum dribbled out a flaccid cock, somewhat anticlimactically. Did it feel good to me? Did I experience a real orgasm? Not really. I came with little more sensation than a man taking a piss. But did I feel good anyway? Absolutely! I did not have a man orgasm. I had a slave orgasm, an orgasm of the heart. I had done as my master had ordered, and I felt good all over, for my slavery. Master Kevin, perhaps surprisingly, spoke first, in a tone that bespoke of his understanding, of his warmth, and of his caring. "Good faggot. Good slave. You're happy in slavery, aren't you, faggot? It's what you're made for!" He looked toward the other two men and stated, "I think I like faggots!" I heard some talk of Master Kevin perhaps going for a second round and fucking my ass, but that didn't happen. Instead, Master Joe and Master Kevin mentioned it being time to go home. My three masters walked into the house and left me chained up on the patio. Master Matt came back outside only after his uncle and cousin had left. He walked out toward me, with my legs up high, my ass splayed and plugged, and my mouth gagged. "Hey, there's my slave. Did you have fun tonight? I bet you did! Well, they both just went home, but you're going to be seeing a lot of them in the next couple of weeks." He got on one knee and pulled the plug from my ass. I took a deep breath as the breadth of it popped out my sphincter. He dropped the plug onto the patio mat. Then, he moved to my head and took out the bit, but he said, "Shhh..." to order me to stay quiet and not talk. Then, he undid my chains and made a small hand signal which told me to stand at attention. "Go take a piss in the grass, slave," Master Matt ordered. I did so and then returned to my standing at-attention position. "You'll clean up in the morning, slave. Let's get ready for bed now," I caught a look in his eyes and knew it was now okay for me to speak, so I said, "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master." I still had the steel bondage band around my waist, and somehow I liked it. I had never slept with it on before, though. I followed Master Matt into the house, with my hands behind me back, as I had been trained to always do. He was still wearing his jeans and boots, as he hadn't engaged in the patio fun at all. As I walked behind him, I admired his shirtless back, his shoulders, his round man ass. I found my master beautiful. He was so easy to love, worship, serve, obey. A faggot knows when it is with its right owner. I followed my master to his bedroom and into the master bathroom. I grabbed his electric toothbrush and brushed his teeth, filling his glass of water as needed. Then I brushed my own with my slave toothbrush. I came out of the bathroom and knew to approach my master to remove his boots, socks, and jeans. He rarely wore underwear. I placed his shoes and dirty garments in their proper places. Master sat down at the edge of his bed, with his legs spread. I knelt before him, loving my view, looked into his eyes to confirm that this is what he wanted, and brought my face to his hairy cock and balls. As usual, I luxuriated in the smell of my master. I rubbed my face against his goods and buried my face in his crotch. He grabbed his flaccid dick and held it up a little, which I knew meant that I was to take the head of his cock into my mouth and drink as he let his piss go. I loved it. Apparently, so did he. I thought of then sucking his cock, but he gave no indication that that is what he wanted, so I sat back on my haunches. Master Matt seems fond of stocks and pillories, and he has a few located around his house, including his bedroom. He motioned for me to place his slave body in the pillory. "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master, Sir." I placed my neck and wrists where they belong, and he closed the pillory. Of course, all the pillories Master Matt had were designed to keep the slave well bent over, leaving its ass completely out and exposed. Master had placed this pillory in front of the full length mirrors on the sliding doors of his bedroom closet. Thus, I could see my head and hands entrapped in the device, but I could also see my Master reflected for me to admire. Such a sexy man, his prodigious cock hanging heavily. I enjoyed the view as he walked beside and then behind me, where he placed a spreader bar to my ankle restraints. Lucky me. I presumed he was getting ready to fuck his slave ass. He inspected my backside and thighs, apparently wondering how well they were doing after the evening's caning. Satisfied, he then went to a large cabinet at one side of his bedroom, like a freestanding wardrobe, where he kept some of his tools of Mastery, and retrieved a wood paddle. I watched in the mirror as he took his stance, fully naked and at the ready. "You know how I like to fuck and warm, red ass," He stated, and the paddling began. He must have applied at least ten firm swats, making my ass burn and quiver. I was not gagged, but I knew to keep quiet. He set the paddle down at the edge of his bed and retrieved something else from his cabinet of mastery tools. He reached under my torso and applied nipple clamps on my large tits, made so by years of clamping. I didn't see the clamps he was using, but I sure felt them. They bit in immediately and with great force, such that my tits became the focal point of my body. A chain hung between the clamps. But then Master Matt once again stood behind me and at the ready with his paddle. I could see him in the mirror as be began to let the paddle fly. Whack! "One!" He counted aloud. Whack! "Two! Here's my gift to you, slave." Whack! "Three! You're not allowed care if it hurts, because it's all mine." Whack! "Four! Ooh, that was good one. Nice and hard!" Whack! "Five! Let me show how I appreciate a good faggot." Whack! "Six! Such a good property!" Whack! "Seven. You're all mine, every ounce of you." Whack! "Eight! You're born to obey." Whack! "Nine! Born to serve." Whack! "Ten! Born to worship men." Whack! "Eleven! Born for total slavery." Whack! "Twelve! Because I like it that way." Whack! "Thirteen! Because it makes me feel good." Whack! "Fourteen! Because it makes sense for you." Whack! "Fifteen! Because we both need this." Whack! "Sixteen! Because it warms my heart." Whack! "Seventeen! Because it warms my slave ass." Whack! "Eighteen! Because this ass is my property, just like the rest of you!" Whack! "Nineteen! Because you're a servant." Whack! "Twenty! Because you're a faggot." Whack! "Twenty-one! Because you're a slave." Whack! "Twenty-two! For good measure." Whack! "Twenty-three! Because I like it." Whack! "Twenty-four! Because it makes this ass red hot and fuckable." Whack! "Twenty-five! Say thank you, slave." Whack! "I said say thank you, slave." "Master, thank you, Master!" Whack! "Again!" "Master, thank you, Master!" Whack! "Every time!" "Master, thank you, Master!" Whack! "Master, thank you, Master!" Whack! "Master, thank you, Master!" Whack! "Master, thank you, Master!" He placed the paddle at the edge of his bed. He rubbed a hand across my hot red ass. "Ooh, that's better. That's how I like my slave ass, red and warm. Just how a slave ass should be. Yeah, isn't that better, slave?" "Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master!" My ass was on fire, radiating heat and my faggot nature. He moved to stand in front of me, bringing his tremendous cock up to my face. "Make me hard, slave." I licked his balls, then cock head, and finally took his cock into my mouth to do my best to make him feel good. He soon became hard. He said, "Good job, slave. Serve my cock!" While I did so, he continued talking, "And good job with Master Kevin tonight, faggot. I was proud of you for taking his giant cock down your throat so easily. Now, you're gonna take mine!" He grabbed my head to position it correctly to receive his meat, then he thrust his whole tool into my throat and began to pump. "Yeah, that's a good pack mule, a good faggot," he said as he pumped freely into my accepting, and happy, face. It was such a beautiful sight to see his pubic area repeatedly pounding at me: his full black pubic patch, his thick cock, his glistening sweat. I loved the maleness of my master. He pushed his cock all the way into my throat, grabbed the back of my head and held my face buried into his pubes. I kept sucking, even though he had his cock all the way in and I could hardly do much but cope until he allowed me a breath again. Still, I tried to create a sucking action, and I moved my tongue under his shaft. Finally, he retrieved his cock from my throat, all the way till the tip stood right in front of my lips, touching them lightly. Then, he plunged the whole thing back down my throat. He began to pump again. He was pumping in earnest now. "Good faggot. Good faggot! Yeah!" he said as he enjoyed using his slave. I felt so privileged to have him down my throat and to be seeing his manhood at my face. There's nowhere else I would've rather been. I began to wonder if my master was about to shoot his load, but he pulled back and walked to my rear end. He picked up his paddle again and gave me four more swats, hard, with meaning. "Good slave. Good slave. I appreciate it. My good faggot!" He set his paddle back down and I could hear him open a container. He lubed up his hands and began playing with his slave asshole. He used both hands to massage the hole, circling around and around, then entering and spreading it outward. I moaned in ecstasy. After a while, Master said, "I'm coming in faggot!" I knew what that meant, and I relaxed for the inevitable. He slid his right hand up my ass, right past my sphincter. He had his fist in me. "Yeah, you're my puppet-slave. All mine." He pulled his hand all the way out, only to push it all the way back in. He fucked me with his fist. I looked up into the mirror before me. I could see him only partially, but I still appreciated the view, mostly of myself bound in the pillory. It was a sight I liked to see. He kept pumping his hand into my ass. Not fast, but not slowly, either. Just a nice steady pumping action. "Good faggot. That's my asshole. I own it. Just like I own what it's attached to... the whole faggot. I own you from your asshole to your heart, from your mind to your toes. All of you. Every thing you are is mine. I am your registered legal owner. Isn't that great, slave? Isn't that a good life for you, faggot?" "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master! I love you, Master!" I was nearly crying. "I love you, Master! I live for you, Lord-Master. Thank you, my lord master. Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" I felt him pull his fist from my ass, and right away he pushed his cock in to the hilt. "Let me feel it, slave. It's a slave privilege when your master fucks you. Yeah, you belong to me. This is my ass to paddle and fuck when and how I want!" He leaned forward and set his torso on my back, letting all of his weight rest on my body. To me, it felt like a hug, especially when he reached his arms around me and let his hands caress my stomach and pubic region, his hands roaming right over the wide steel band he had placed around my waist. But then his hands made their way up to my chest. He squeezed the clamps on my tits to create a real sensation. I sucked in my breath and stayed quiet, like a good slave. He played with my nips in this way for while, now gently pumping the full length of his cock in and out of my ass. Then, he used both hands to grab the chain hanging between the clamps and pulled down. Wow, what an intense sensation. His cock pumped harder up my ass as he pulled firmly on the nipple chain. All I could do was keep breathing and accept what he was giving me. He suddenly released the chain and in one smooth move removed the clamps from my tits. Oh, what intensity that caused, the sudden removal of tit clamps after they had been on for some time. Again, all I could do was keep breathing regularly and accept my owner. He dropped the tit clamps to the floor and then took a nipple in each hand, squeezing them in the opposite orientation from how the clamps had squeezed. Such extreme intensity! Wow, wow, wow, yet somehow I let go and loved it. My master was simply communicating with me, showing me his ownership of me, giving me the gift of his mastery, letting me know he appreciates me and plans to keep on enslaving me, informing me that I am his good faggot, as I took his power through my nipples and up my asshole as he began to pump his cock in earnest again. He let go of my faggot nipples, rose back to his fully upright position, and fucked me with everything he's got for quite some time, though I couldn't say whether it was ten minutes, twenty, thirty or more. I was simply lost in the divinity of having my master fuck me, pounding my ass with his cock. I opened my self up fully and let my lord master in. Sometimes, I'd look into the mirror and watch him thrusting his cock up my ass. I'd notice the various looks on his face, from power to pleasure, from playfulness to purpose. He was fucking me and I loved it. I squeezed my hole as I could, but mostly I just took what he pushed in. Such a glorious feeling to have your master inside you! Though my tits now had no clamps on them, they were still on fire, further taking me into my faggot reality, my faggot bliss. He pumped and pumped and, to my surprise, I noticed my own cock get hard, just before Master Matt said, "Yeah, faggot, I'm gonna blow! I'm gonna cum inside my property!" He pumped as deep as he could, though a bit more slowly, and as his orgasm began, so did my own. Unlike being brought to orgasm earlier with Master Kevin slapping my balls, this orgasm was in earnest. With nothing touching my cock or balls at all, I felt a full, joyous, wonderful orgasm as Master Matt pumped his load deep in my ass. Man, was it something, even though I didn't have much cum to shoot since releasing once earlier in the evening. "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master! I love my total slavery, Master! Thank you, Master. Please continue with total enslavement, Master," I exclaimed as the orgasm wound down. Master Matt let his cock rest in my ass for a few minutes before withdrawing and patting my bottom. "Yeah! That's my slave! Good job." I suddenly felt some amazement at the thought that my master is a straight man and has a girlfriend. I'm sure he loves pussy, the female form, and may even love his new girlfriend, but thank goodness he also loves owning a faggot like me. He walked back in front of me to present his cock for cleaning. I lunged at it and sucked and licked him as clean as I possibly could. What else could a faggot do? When he determined himself cleaned up enough, he released me from the pillory and had me kneel in front of him. He grabbed and squeezed both my nipples again. Wow, what a feeling! He held firm for a while, just letting us both feel our connection together. "Good slave! Good slave!" His cock was still right in front of my face, and I couldn't help myself. I caressed the side of my face against his great package. I rubbed his great cock against my cheek. "Good faggot," he said. I took this statement as a sign that he was ready to accept my affections. So, my arms came from behind my back and wrapped around Master Matt, about waist high. I further pushed my cheek into his man goods. I felt a sense of love and gratefulness for my master as well as a pride in what I am: his faggot, his slave, his property, his servant. As the moment ended he told me to get a drink of water from my bowl on the bathroom floor before getting into to my slave bed against the wall of his room, just a small mattress on the floor. I still had that steel waist band on, and to this he attached a chain that hung from an eye hook in the ceiling. "Good night, my slave," he said as he flipped off the bedroom light and went to bed. "Such a good slave," were his final words of the day, as he got under his covers. I went to sleep with a warm heart, as well as a very warm ass. I am such a lucky faggot.

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Date: Sat, 6 Jan 2024 14:50:35 +0000 From: Duane Colwell <[email protected]> Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter Seventeen This story contains body worship and rough sex between consenting gay men. If you don't like or appreciate these issues or are under legal age, you should stop now and not read this. This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site is prohibited without the consent of the author. The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner Chapter Seventeen Before we go on, we really must have a conversation about something. I don't want to harp on this too much, but is Tanner a god? Is Tanner supernatural? I've said several times that he is, but I was saying it mostly tongue-in-cheek. I didn't really believe it. But, what if it's real? Could it be that he is what they call a puppet master, and all these guys around him his puppets? I mean, look what he did with my dad. Can you really believe it? He seems that he turned him into his sex slave in barely an hour. I simply can't believe that that is humanly possible. Here's what I have come up with. There ain't no way that Tanner could control the guys around him like he does without some special kind of power. I mean, just look at the things he has done. Look at the guys he is controlling. We're talking about hunks. Yeah, he only picks hunks. Tommy, the monster muscle guy and Jim, the huge linesman from the football team. Jim weighs about 260 and Tommy weighs over 300, and those guys are as masculine as they can be. Tell me how Tanner could have made them into his lackeys without some special powers? Then there's Darrell and Larry the wrestlers, not huge but definitely studs. Then there's Rasheed, the perfect physical specimen bodybuilder, and Jerod, the other football player. And let's not forget Mr. Carter and now even my dad. Carter and my dad are both skinny guys, but they are adults, not kids. And then there's that Crystal City crew: Drew and Mr. Strump and Mr. Gary and who knows how many others. For god's sake, the reason Tanner's dad made them move here in the first place was because Tanner had a whole gang of guys he was fucking in Crystal City. And here's the kicker, Tanner's never been wrong. There hasn't been a single guy that he has gone after that hasn't come around to being perfectly happy to become his lackey; actually, his bitch. Not just his friend or his acquaintance, because they don't just like him, they love him. And they crave getting on his dick. That's a fact. No normal human being could do the things that he does. I don't know if he can control women like he does the men, because I don't think he's ever tried. So, I would say, yes, he does have some kind of power. There's simply no doubt about it. But what is it and where did it come from? Is it some special pheromone or fragrance? Or does he hypnotize just by looking in a person's eyes? I don't know. But I believe, whatever it is, he was born with it, because this could not possibly be something he learned. But ... But, here's the big issue. Here's what I think. Tanner doesn't know it! He doesn't know he has this ability. He thinks it's normal to take command of anyone he wishes at anytime and anyplace, because he's always been able to do it. It's just second nature to him and he just takes it for granted. He thinks it's a normal everyday occurrence that these guys should be falling all over themselves and each other to get access to his big schlong. I mean, you've seen it yourself; they almost get into fights with each other trying to be next to get that enormous prick up their butt or down their throat. And think about this. Tanner turns everybody into masochists. He does. He doesn't make access to his prick easy because he berates them and slaps them around and requires them to perform to their upmost and give 110% of effort to please him. He roughs them up and makes them beg for more. He makes them beg to be allowed to serve him. And yeah, Tanner's pleasure is always paramount, and he makes sure his toys are focused on that and nothing else when they're doing him. Okay, so we've resolved that he really has something special. Now let's talk about me, Charlie. I'm a skinny runt with no special abilities of any kind. I'm a good student in school, and I've got a pretty face, but that's about it. My pretty face does attract the girls which obviously doesn't do anything for me, but there's absolutely nothing else special about me. Do you see what I'm getting at? I am so fucking honored; really, really, really honored to be a part of this godlike creature named Tanner. I mean, anybody would be happy to be allowed to worship him. So, how is it that of all the millions and billions of people on this planet, I'm the only guy that has become the `best bud' of a god. I don't pretend to understand it, but I've got it; I've got him, and I can only thank my lucky stars and hope that whatever it is he sees in me, he continues to see it. Now, for one other issue. How can I be such an asshole? How can I be so unappreciative and so stupid? How is it that I just keep fucking up? Not only am I a wimp and a nobody but I'm a stupid nobody. I have been honored beyond belief, like nobody else in this world, to be allowed to associate with Tanner, but I fuck it up damn near every time I'm with him. My resolution. I'm going to be good. I'm going to be damn good. I'm going to be so good that he's going to have to love me. I'm going to worship him with all my heart and with all of my soul, and with every breath I take. I will never, ever even consider disagreeing with him or talking back to him again. And if he's not very generous with his dick, well, I'll accept it without complaint and just wait my turn. And .... I promise I'm going to keep my fucking mouth, shut. I swear. I do so resolve. ------------ Now, if you recall where I left off, Tanner came into my bedroom leading my father on a devised leash and collar. Tanner gave me a big smile: a smug mischievous look. "You're Daddy and I have had a talk, Charlie, and he has agreed not to change much of anything in our lifestyle. Haven't you Charlie's daddy?" Tanner said. "Yes, sir" my dad answered. Tanner chuckled. "And he's promised to be good, haven't you Charlie's daddy?" "Yes, sir." Have I said something about a `puppet on a string', or perhaps better said as a `puppet on a leash'. Tanner had been with my father not much over an hour, and he now seemed to have a perfectly docile, obedient servant. Wow! Do you now understand about those special powers Tanner has? His ability to control those around him? "And what about that school in North Carolina?" Tanner asked. "Charles doesn't have to go if he doesn't want to." "I don't" I said immediately. "Then it's settled" Tanner said. He removed the belt from my father's neck and handed it to him. "Now go get settled in." "Yes, sir." My dad left the room. All I could say was: wow! So, how did I feel about my dad being a zombie? I didn't give a shit about my dad, I had hated him ever since he left four years ago, and I still had no reason not to hate him now, and since I was so much in love with Tanner, I was actually thrilled to see this. I even had an evil thought: maybe I'd ask Tanner if I could share in the `dog walker' duties. Wouldn't it be a hoot to have my father calling me sir and following me around on a leash? Okay, okay so I'm just dreaming. You know me, you know Charlie would never do anything like that. Jim had been waiting patiently all this time; well maybe not so patiently but at least he hadn't kicked my ass. He had been watching TV from the beanbag chair but now, with Tanner back in the room, he had gotten up. Tanner walked up to him, and what a contrast. Jim had Tanner by about forty pounds and a good six inches; one big hunk of muscle, but Tanner just out-shown him with his perfectly defined musculature. Tanner had been sweating so there was a glorious sheen on his light brown color which really emphasized his incredible physique. Jim still had his shirt off and looked terrific but still could not begin to compete with Tanner. And, as I have said before, light brown skin brings out the musculature so much nicer than white skin. "I'm sorry I've kept you waiting so long, Jim. I know you've been dying for a taste of my dick." Tanner said with a laugh. He patted Jim a couple times on the cheek and then pulled him in to a kiss. He kept his hand on Jim's head while Jim put his arms around Tanner's waist. It was a long warm kiss, and Tanner moved his hands to return Jim's hug. "Jesus" Jim gasped as they broke the kiss. "I've wanted this so bad." "I know you have, baby" Tanner chuckled. "I know you have." As they went back to the kiss, Jim reached down and grabbed Tanner's dick. "Stop it, baby" Tanner said. "Don't get greedy." He pushed Jim's hand away. I knew Tanner would not allow this because he always called the shots. "Sorry, sir. Sorry, Tanner" Jim said. "But I want you so bad." Tanner grabbed his hair and held him there. "You'll get it. Just be patient" he said. "Charlie, strip him." I had been just standing there like an idiot, watching, but now I jumped and got on my knees and removed Jim's shoes, socks and shorts. Glancing up at Tanner and getting a nod, I removed Jim's bikini as well. Tanner pulled Jim's head down to his chest. "I'm all sweaty, baby. See what you can do about that." Jim started to lick. Big muscle hunk like Jim; he knew how to worship muscle. Don't be angry with me, but I'm not going to belabor this action. Just accept the fact the Jim got one enormous dick up his ass, and he loved it. No water sports this time though. He left the house an hour later with a big smile on his face (and probably a sore butt). ------------ So, Tanner fucked Jerod, and then he fucked my dad, and then he fucked Jim, and it was still only early afternoon. Now it was just me and him, and as far as I know he has nothing planned for the rest of the afternoon. I saw no sign of my father when I went down and made sandwiches for us. He must have been in his bedroom. Tanner came down and we had lunch, and then went back up to my room. Tanner didn't say a word. Not one word while we ate, and as you might expect, that made me nervous. "What did you do this morning?" he asked gruffly as we entered my room. Oh, shit. I knew he wouldn't forget it. I knew he'd remember that I'd shouted at him. Tanner never forgets. I instantly dropped to my knees. I bowed my head and waited. "I asked you a question" he said. "Please, Master. I'm so sorry" I whimpered. Yeah, whimpered. I knew what was coming. "Answer my question" he growled at me. "Please, Master" I said, and I already had tears in my eyes. I didn't mean to ...." "Answer my fuckin question" he shouted. I was shaking now, knowing that something really bad was going to happen. "M-Master. I s-s-shouted at you this morning. I .... I .... I .... I didn't ...." "You, my best bud? You, the wimpy little son-of-a-bitch who says he loves me? You shouted at me?" I started crying. Yeah, I'm such a wimp. I couldn't help but cry. I didn't know what to do or say, so keeping my head down, looking at the floor, I started to crawl towards him. "Why do I put up with you, Charlie?" he asked. "You can be such an asshole." When I reached him, I started kissing his bare feet. I knew apologizing wouldn't do. I'd just have to wait for him to get over his mad. And I had to hope he wouldn't hurt me too much before he was done. Hurt me? Of course, he was going to hurt me. I'd been a shit and I deserved it. I just hoped he wouldn't give me another one of those slams to the stomach. I would gladly accept a few painful slaps to the face if he would just forgive me. For now, there was nothing I could do except be as servile as I knew how to be and wait for him to do what he needed to do. "Charlie. My dad's gone, and I don't have to come over here anymore" he said. I'm pretty sure my heart stopped beating for a moment when he said this. I was shocked, really shocked. I assumed he would knock me around and then forgive me, but it looked like he was going to dump me. "No, no, no" I said. I reached over and grabbed his ankles. "Please, Master. Please don't go. Please." "I only came over here to get away from him in the first place" he said, ignoring my pleading. "There's really no reason for me coming over here anymore." I didn't know what to do. It felt like my life was coming to an end. "Tanner, oh please Tanner" I sobbed, really crying now, and holding on to his ankles. "Please don't go. Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Master, I'm sorry." I started kissing his feet again, but fast and furious now. "Please, please, please" I whimpered through my kisses. Tanner just stood there, not saying anything, as I frantically kissed his feet. I kept whimpering 'please, please' over and over as I kissed. After several minutes of silence, he stepped back, pulling out of my grip. "Charlie. Look at me." I looked up with the tears dripping down my face. "I do love you, Charlie, but ..." I remembered that you never believe anything anybody says if it comes before the word 'but'. "I love you, Charlie," he said "but why should I put up with your shit?" "Please, Tanner" I said through my sobs, and I looked up at him with my tear-filled eyes. "I know I'm a fuckup, but I try so hard. I try so hard to make you respect me. I really do. I love you so much I feel like my heart is going to break. I'll do anything, Tanner. Just give me another chance. Please give me another chance." "So, you think I should forgive you?" "I don't deserve it, Master. I know I don't, but I worship the ground you walk on. You know I do." I was looking up at him, but because of my tears I really couldn't see him. "Wipe your eyes and look at me, Charlie" he said to me, so I did. And he was smiling. Actually smiling. "I know you were having a bad time this morning, Charlie, with your dad coming and all. So, I don't blame you. But you must understand that I cannot allow you or anyone else to act that way." "Of course not, Master. Of course not. I'll never act that way again. I won't. I promise," "I'll take that with a grain of salt" he chuckled. "But I know you, Charlie. I know you're trying your best, but you're my `best bud' and I still don't think you appreciate what that means. You simply have to understand your place here. You must learn to conform completely to me without any thought of disagreement. I expect your obedience and your complete support at all times, and you must give it wholeheartedly. I expect only complete self-abasement from you. Nothing less is acceptable. You must try harder." "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. Thank you, thank you." I sobbed again, but not from crying, but from relief. He wasn't going to dump me. "Look me in the face, Charlie" he said. I looked into his eyes. As expected, he hit me, a pretty good smack to the face. (whap) I did not make a sound, but of course I thanked him. "Thank you, Master" I said. He hit me again on the other cheek. (whap). "Thank you, Master" I repeated. Hey, I'm not minimizing this because it damn well hurt. Tanner Is not gentle. "I'm letting you off the hook here, Charlie" he said. "But if there is a next time, you had better understand that I will not be so lenient." "Yes, Tanner, thank you. I understand." And I did understand. I knew it could have been a lot worse. "I like coming over here, Charlie" Tanner said. "And as we said to your dad, we're not going to make any changes. Okay?" "Oh yes, Master. Yes." "Now I've fucked three hot asses today and it's not even two o'clock yet" he said as he walked over to the bed. "So, I'll tell you what I could use. I could use a leisurely all afternoon blow job. You think you could deal with that?" "Oh yes, Master" I said with relief, and excitement, as I crawled across the floor after him. He picked up the `Muscle Boy' magazine and lay back and I got up between his legs. "No deep throating" he said. "Just a long leisurely blowjob. I expect it to last at least three hours." On my knees between his legs, I lovingly took his prick in my mouth. I gently, very gently sucked on him for the next twenty minutes in that position and he stayed only about half hard. Then, keeping his dick in my mouth, I lay down flat, my legs hanging off the end of the bed, and put my head on his hard-muscled thigh. I'd lay my head on one thigh for a while and then the other. I'd spend long periods of time with my face pressed into his crotch licking his balls. I'd slurp my way up and down his pole, and I'd even deep throat it occasionally, but softly and gently. It was easy to do since he wasn't fully hard the whole time. After a while Tanner put the magazine down and put his hands behind his head and I think he dozed off a couple times. He gave me no direction at all, although one time he raised his legs, giving me access to his ass, and I licked and sucked his ass for ten or fifteen minutes. I wanted to worship that wonderful body of his but that was not in the works. This was a blowjob only activity. I admit I wasn't thinking of Tanner's pleasure every moment, because there were some things I really loved doing. For example, I'd slobber on his balls for a while getting them very wet, and then I'd burry my face in there, rubbing my nose up and down and sniffing his manly aroma. God, he smelled good. I just loved pushing my face into his crotch, mashing my nose against him, and giving him loving kisses. I loved it, loved it, loved it. I could almost say that was for my pleasure more than his. Almost. No question about it I was in seventh heaven. I mean, think of it, really think of it. This demigod, this god among men, was my Master, my hero, (my lover). A guy who made my heart beat fast every time I looked at him. A guy whom I loved so dearly and overwhelmingly that just being with him gave me more joy than I could have ever imagined. And I had his dick in my mouth. I had his dick in my mouth for hours. I've never had so much pleasure in my entire life. This did go on for a couple hours, and I was disappointed when he said, 'suck me off, Charlie'. I was disappointed but also thrilled. Now I could show him what I could do, what I was capable of. The last blowjob I gave him was one of the best he'd ever had, he said so. But I was going to make this one even better. For one thing, I was so nervous the last time, afraid that I wouldn't be able to handle it, that I never had a chance to actually enjoy it. I mean, how often do you get a chance to suck off a ten-inch dick? You'd better enjoy it while you can, and I fully intended to enjoy it this time. I'd been sucking him for over two hours and he never got completely hard the whole time. That was okay, that was what he wanted, and I was happy with it. Oh yeah, I was happy with it. But now I had to make him hard. I didn't know if he'd object if I used my hands, but I tried it and he didn't say anything. So I started sucking on two or three inches while jerking it with both hands. Yeah, it you've got ten inches to work with, there's plenty of room for two hands and a mouth. It didn't take long before he started to grow and stiffen up. That was going to make it more challenging to suck on, but that was fine with me. I was definitely up for the challenge. I kept at it for a couple minutes while that monster of his grew up to its full size. That's when he reached down and pushed my hands away. That didn't bother me in the least, I was ready. Taking a deep breath, I went down and down and down, letting the monster slowly sink into my mouth and into my throat. I kept going until my nose was buried in his crotch hairs. And I held it. I swallowed a couple times because I knew that would feel fabulous on his dick, and it did, because he groaned. I got a hot flash of pleasure hearing that. I hadn't even started, and I already had him groaning in pleasure. I swear this was going to be the best blowjob he'd ever had. I stayed there for thirty, forty, fifty seconds before pulling back. "Oh shit" he said softly as I pulled back. So, I did it again; all the way down and holding it, keeping my tongue moving and swallowing so he'd feel the tightness of my throat. Again, it was at least forty seconds before I pulled back. But sucking cock isn't just deep throating, so when I pulled back, I started working a good six or seven inches, moving my head up and down and keeping good suction. And you can bet I was enjoying it. I was enjoying it most because I knew Tanner was enjoying it, but also because I knew I could handle it, and finally, why wouldn't I enjoy sucking on a big one? Anybody that loves sucking cock, and that included me, would have to be in pig heaven with a big fat ten inches in their mouth. You can't grin when you have a monster like Tanner's dick in your mouth, but you can bet I was grinning on the inside. Jesus, did I love this! Remember, I'd been at this for over two hours, so I knew it wouldn't take much more to bring him off. Whatever pleasure I was going to get, I was going to have to get quick. So, I deep throated again. And again. Tanner groaned in pleasure each time I did it. I went back to sucking but started to move my head faster. I'd bob up and down five or six times, and then take him deep and swallow against his dick. Then I'd do it again. It wasn't long before I felt Tanner shudder and felt his hand on the back of my head. He was there already, ready to blow, way before I was ready. I wanted more. But Tanner was now in charge. With his hand behind my head, he pushed down hard, forcing his dick all the way in, and then humped his crotch up against my face a couple times. Grabbing me by the hair, he jerked me up almost off his dick, and then slammed me down, banging my face against his crotch and holding me tight with his enormous strength. He held me there and again humped his crotch into my face over and over, throwing my entire upper body up in the air with each thrust. Dragging me up, he slammed me down again, and then again, and yet again. I was trying to get a breath each time he pulled me up, but was not totally successful, so I was running out of air. I was on the verge of choking, but I was fighting it. Dragging me up one last time, he pulled mc completely off his dick, reached down and slapped me across the face, shocking me. (whap) I gasped, but was able to get a good breath as he grabbed his dick, aimed it towards my open mouth, and slammed me down one last time, jamming my face tight into his crotch. "Shit, shit, shit" he screamed as he ejaculated into my throat; once, twice. I knew my face was red and I was going to choke, but luckily, he dragged me up giving me a split second to swallow, before his third shot fired into my mouth and not in my throat. I still felt like I was choking, but I forced myself to hold on as he continued to ejaculate. I would totally ruin the moment if I coughed now, before he was finished cumming. So, I held on as he loaded my mouth with cum, not quite as much as you might expect because he'd already cum three times that morning. When he fired his last shot, I pulled up and swallowed and gasped and coughed, trying to swallow and breathe at the same time. I was barely able to manage it, swallowing the cum and then taking several enormous gasping breaths as I started to recover. I finally recovered enough to look up at Tanner and saw that he had this enormous smile on his face. "You are a champ, Charlie" he said as he reached down and gave me a couple loving pats to the cheek. "Without question, that is the best blowjob I've ever had. You can bet I'm going to have my dick in your mouth every Sunday afternoon from now on. I was still gasping and trying to get my breath. But I said: "Thank you, Master." Then I got a brainstorm, knowing the perfect thing to say. "It is a real honor, Master, to be able to suck you cock. Thank you for giving me this pleasure." Yes, it was clever of me to say this, but in fact I believed it. It was an honor. I did feel honored. Tanner got an enormous grin on his face. Yeah, I said the right thing. "You're welcome, baby" he said, again patting my cheek. "We'll be doing this again real soon. Real soon." That's what I wanted to hear. Hell, I'd suck him three times a day if I could. I hadn't cum myself, but I didn't care. I was so thrilled of what a great job I had done, and how pleased Tanner was. I couldn't wait until the next time. --------- One thing I must say about Tanner is he's consistent. He is what he is. When I fuck up, he's going to punish me. I know that, and he never forgets. Also, he's always in charge, no bones about it, he's the boss, and it's clearly understood by everyone. And I mean everyone. You see him in the hall surrounded by a bunch of kids, and when he talks it becomes silent. I think that's why he had such a problem with his father. He said his father was a real shit, demanding, and impossible to get along with. But I'll bet Tanner just couldn't stand anyone having authority over him, and obviously his father had that authority. Of course, I'd never even hint to Tanner that I thought this. Tanner is seldom moody. Oh, he can get angry. Oh yes, let me tell you he can get angry; I've experienced it. However, he never loses complete control; he tends to keep his head together even in the worst of times. So, I was surprised one day when he started out grouchy from the moment we headed for school. "Something happen last night?" I asked. He didn't say a word so there was a long pause. So, I tried again. "Are you okay, Tanner? Is everything okay?" He still didn't say anything. So once more. "Are you feeling okay, T....." "Will you shut up" he snapped at me. Well, that took care of that. I remembered my promise to myself to keep my mouth shut. I zipped it. But something was obviously wrong, because he never acted like this. The best that I could come up with was that it had something to do with his mother, the nut case. It was just a guess, but I couldn't think of anything else that could have happened overnight. I'm sure he'll tell me later, because I know he doesn't keep secrets from me. He confides in me. He trusts me. I'm his 'best bud'. I saw him several times during the day and at lunch we went out to the bleachers with Jim and Jerod and he seemed a little more relaxed. Our conversations were generally about school activities, football and stuff but today we talked about other guys, at least Tanner did and when Tanner talked we listened. Evidently, he had his eye on a couple freshmen. Freshmen for god's sake; fourteen-year-old's. Evidently tommy was training them in bodybuilding, and evidently they were exceptional. Tanner talked about teaching them posing. While we were joking around Jim and Jerod wrestled until Jim sat on top of Jerod and made him give. Anyway, Tanner seemed to be feeling pretty good. After school while standing in front of his locker Tanner handed me his backpack and said: "Let's go see Mr. Carson." That was fine with me. He seemed to be in a better mood now, but if he was still down in the dumps I didn't want to be on the receiving end of his frustrations when we got home. Let him take it out on Mr. Carson. As we turned from the locker, there was Darrell, standing in front of us. It was awkward because of course I'd been avoiding him all week. I still had feelings for him and would have liked to still have him as a friend, but I knew it would have been difficult. And not for one second would I consider disobeying Tanner. I don't know what Tanner had said to Darrell, but he made it clear to me that he was no longer a member of our group, his harem. "Tanner, sir. May I carry your backpack?" Darrell asked. There was a pause as Tanner just looked at him. He didn't say anything, and I didn't dare say anything. "Nothing more, sir" Darrell said. "Just that. I'd love to carry your backpack for you. Please." As you recall, Darrell had carried Tanner's backpack damn near every afternoon for weeks, and he'd even carried Tanner's books around during the school day. "Please, sir" he said. Tanner hesitated for a moment. Then spoke. "Hand it over, Charlie" he said and walked away. I handed the pack to Darrell, and he winked at me. So hell, I winked back. Maybe we could still be friends after all. But I knew I'd have to be careful. I don't think I'd dare be alone with him because, remember, I'm a wimp and he's a stud. He could probably make me do anything he wanted with one hand behind his back. Just imagine. But, as exciting as that sounds, I loved Tanner too much to allow anything to happen. Besides, I knew Darrell would never do anything like that to me. I liked Darrell, and evidently Tanner still had feelings for him too, or he wouldn't have allowed him to carry his pack. I hurried down the hall to catch up with Tanner with a big smile on my face. I really liked Darrell and of all Tanner's boys, he is the only one that actually likes me. In fact, Darrell said he loved me. "Lock the door" Tanner said as we entered Mr. Carson's room and saw that it was empty. Empty except for Mr. Carson, that is. "Hello" Tanner said brightly as he walked up to Mr. Carson's desk. "How's my favorite cocksucker?" Mr. Carson looked pleased at first, obviously happy to see Tanner, but then he frowned, hearing Tanner's `cocksucker' comment. "Tanner, please. We're in school" he said. "Yeah, I noticed." Showing a big smile Tanner walked right up to Mr. Carson and pushed his thumb in his mouth. "Suck" he said. Mr. Carson swung his chair around to face him and sucked. "Good, boy" Tanner said. (boy?). "So, how's my favorite cocksucker?" he repeated. "You miss me?" "Tanner, please. Not in school" Mr. Cason said as Tanner pulled his thumb out. Tanner reached and grabbed Mr. Carson's hair, giving it a jerk. "You ain't listening, Mr. Carson. I asked you a question. How's my cocksucker?" "Tanner, please." Tanner yanked on his hair, dragging him off of his chair onto his knees. "Answer my fuckin question" he growled. "I'm .... I'm .... I'm okay" "You miss me, cocksucker?" I think Mr. Carson understood Tanner as well as any of us; his arrogance and incredible ego, so he knew Tanner was going to do what he was going to do, no matter what. It was simply easier to go along with him. "Yes, I missed you" he said. And it sounded completely heartfelt too. "Yes, I did." "Show me" Tanner said. "Please, Tanner." "Show me" Tanner repeated, looking down at him. Giving into the inevitable, Mr. Carson reached out and unbuckled and unzipped Tanner's shorts and pulled them down. When he reached to pull down Tanner's bikini, Tanner stopped him. "Suck on it" he said. "Suck it through my undies." So Mr. Carson leaned forward and started sucking on Tanners growing piece of meat. It didn't take long for it to start sticking out like a tent pole. "Okay, get it out." Mr. Carson knew there was no point in objecting any longer and since he must have seen me lock the door, he pulled Tanner's bikini down. As he leaned forward to take it in his mouth, Tanner put his hand on his forehead, stopping him. "What's that do for you?" he asked. "Ahhh, ahhh" Mr. Carson said, not knowing quite what Tanner wanted. "Ahhh, it turns me on?" he said in a questioning tone. "Yes, it turns me on." "Is that all you've got to say?" Tanner asked. "This dick that you haven't seen in weeks. This dick that you were wild over? It turns you on? Nothing about what you want to do with it?" Actually, it hadn't been even two weeks, but I didn't need to remind Tanner of that. "It really does turn me on, Tanner. And I want to suck it." Tanner had one hand on Mr. Carson's forehead, and now, reaching over, he slapped him across the face with the other. Mr. Carson yelped and got a shocked look on his face. "I don't give a flying fuck what you want. You need to tell me what you're going to do for me. Tell me what you see" Tanner growled at him. Like a light turning on, I think Mr. Carson realized what Tanner wanted from him. "It's beautiful, Tanner and it's huge. I've never even imagined anyone having a dick like this one. And I want it. I .... I .... I want to suck it, for you. For you Tanner. I want to give you the blowjob of the century." Now Tanner smiled. Thats what he was asking for: clear acknowledgement that it was Tanner's pleasure that was paramount, and Mr. Carson was just the provider; the utensil or the orifice. "Open your hole and stick out your tongue" Tanner said. Mr. Carson obeyed, opening his mouth. Tanner banged his almost fully hard erection against his tongue a few times, and then pushed in. Mr. Carson took it with pleasure. "I've got to get home, so let's make this quick, babe" he said as he let go of Mr. Carson's head and let him take over. He had to get home? Why? He didn't say anything to me. Was it something to do with his mother? What else could it be? Mr. Carson really got going, on his knees right there behind his desk, while Tanner stood there, hands on hips, looking down at him. As you already know, Mr. Carson is an accomplished cocksucker, so I watched close to get ideas for improving my own sucking. In fact, the last two times I'd sucked Tanner, I'd had a picture in my mind of how Mr. Carson did it. He was a Master. Somebody tried the door twice while Mr. Carson was sucking, but they went away. But it was only ten minutes later when Tanner started panting. This was Tanner's first ejaculation of the day, so he was hot, and Mr. Carson was a miracle worker anyway. His technique of sucking and licking and deep throating was phenomenal. Tanner always takes charge at the end, just before the ejaculation, so I was surprised and impressed when he kept his hands on his hips and let Mr. Carson do his thing and finish him off. He went through the normal contortions and the moaning, but he never moved his hands from his hips. He also didn't react when Mr. Carson finally pulled back and licked the final drop of cum off of his dick. "You got something to say?" Tanner said, looking down at him. Mr. Carson looked puzzled for just a second. Then he knew what to say. "Thank you, Tanner. Thank you for letting me suck you." That was what Tanner wanted, and he now got a great big grin. "You are terrific, Mr. Carson. My favorite cocksucker" he said, and he bent down and kissed him on the lips. (favorite cocksucker? Mr. Carson? I had to do something about this). That hurt when he said it, so I knew I had work to do to change his mind. I unlocked the door, and we headed out. Comments appreciated. [email protected]

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Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2024 00:14:49 +0000 (UTC) From: SlaveMasters7 Subject: Master and His Pack Mule, Ch. 12 (Gay Authoritarian) Please consider making a kind donation to keep Nifty going strong. Stories of The Slave Center The Nation's Leading Retailer of Trained Faggots _______________________ Master and His Pack Mule Part Twelve Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I heard a soft beeping. I was slowly coming awake. The beeping was getting stronger, and I began to hear the stirring of bodies. "Time to wake up, slaves," came a hearty man-voice. I tried to roll over, but the chains kept me right where I was, as they had all night. My mind was waking up. The beeping sound reached its peak, then suddenly stopped. "Stations!" I heard that hearty voice again. What station could I assume? I was bound and had nowhere to go. As I lay there, I continued to hear the stirring of slaves as they, apparently, readied themselves for their Master's day. I heard strapping, the sound of soft leather hitting flesh, of slaves getting their customary morning discipline, swats on the bums that served as their wake up call. As on the night before, judging by the sounds the slaves were making, it seemed that some loved the discipline and some did not. I found myself still bound but as erect as I could be. Ah, I felt so alive, and my cock was showing it. I didn't have a hard on for sex. I had a hard on for life, and it felt glorious. I felt as if my entire body was one giant erection, a flow of positive energy, a desire to live and be as I am, in slavery. I heard the front gate of the building being opened, and slaves must have begun to file out, for the noises I had been hearing were leaving the room. "So, this is the visiting faggot, eh?" I heard a new voice. "I hope it got enough sleep, because I know it's in for a busy day." The man unlocked the gate to my stable and entered. I got my first glimpse of him (well, of his ass, anyway) as he squatted down on my face, planting his asshole on my mouth. What a great way to start the day! There's no smell more appealing to a slave than the musk of a man's ass crack. As he stood over my head and began to squat, I saw that he was wearing chaps and cowboy boots, and nothing else. He was bare chested and bare-assed. "Good morning, slave," he said to me as he smashed his hole onto my mouth and then moved it all over my face. I, of course, did my part and sniffed and licked and kissed and suckled. "That's it, faggot. Know your place. Faggots worship men and are lucky to be right where they are." He continued for a minute or two and then stood up, brought his cowboy boots right up against my ears, holding my head still. He started talking: "Slave, I am one of your Overseer Masters today. Everything I say goes, instantly. You have nothing to do but obey, ever. You have no other concern other than obedience. There is nothing else for you. Just obey, right away, and all will be fine, slave. And I know you'll be happy." He stepped back and motioned for an attending slave I hadn't even noticed to begin unlocking my chains. When the slave finished, my Overseer Master ordered me to get on all fours. I did so, and he further ordered me to have my knees spread to shoulder width or slightly more. Then he ordered me to place my head on the ground, on the earthen material on which I had slept all night, and to place my arms way out in front of me. Thus, I was there with my ass way up. "Now, don't move. Accept what is yours," my master stated. Wham! He landed a paddle squarely on my ass, hard. Wham! Again the paddle struck. Wham! Again. "Good slave," he said. "The next few are really going to hurt, but they will make you a better slave." Wham! He brought the paddle, or whatever it was, for I could not see it, upon the lower part of my ass and the tops of the back of my legs. Wham! Again. I think he then hooked that paddle to his waist belt, and I thought it was all over. But then he said, "Reach back and spread those ass cheeks to show me my slave asshole." I did as ordered. Wham! It must have been a riding crop, or a cane? I don't know what it was, but it hurt. Wham! I quivered and nearly let go of my ass cheeks. "Hold on, slave. Show me that that asshole is mine. I've got a few more to give you, right on that hole." Wham, wham, wham! He struck three more times, and it was all I could do to remain in position. It hurt, a lot. "That's my asshole, and you have no say in what happens to it or how it feels, slave. Just breathe, and you'll be fine." He stepped away from me a bit, then he said, "What does a slave do when its master gifts it with discipline?" "Thank you, Master!" "Good, but not only with words, slave. Show me some proper gratitude." I turned and quickly crawled to his boots. I kissed them, licked them, slobbered all over them, all the while saying, "Master, thank you, Master," repeatedly. He accepted this as good, normal, natural, proper. As my penned up energy to show my gratitude wound down, I moved to a proper kneeling position before him and looked up at his face, for the first time. I noticed he was handsome, very much so. Lucky me! He had a fairly hairy chest, and a full treasure trail ran down to his untrimmed pubes and half hard cock. He was beautiful, and I yearned to please him by being good at slavery. Are you good at slavery? It comes naturally to me. I admired his cock and already felt the worship building up inside of me, and I hoped to earn the privilege of drinking from him. Ah, such are faggot dreams. My ass cheeks and asshole burned from his attentions, and I liked it. My gratitude to him was sincere. This seemed a good way to start the day. "Get the slave fed and prepped for the day," he told the attending slave. "Master, yes, Master," came the ready response. The slave took me to a corner of the building where there was a cement floor with a drain and showering facilities. Or, more notably, hoses with which to clean a slave inside and out. The slave hosed me down briefly and then inserted the hose up my ass. "We're going to get you completely cleaned out, slave, so you can wear your tail all day today." When I was thoroughly cleaned out, the slave took me to eat breakfast. There was a trough along the back side of the cell structure where I had slept overnight. The slave told me to eat my fill. I got down on all fours and put my head into the trough. I ate up the bland meal. I didn't know what was in it and didn't care. What I was fed was a responsibility belonging to my masters, and not to me. The slave wiped my face down with a wet rag and then said, "Now, let's get you kitted out for your labor. You own a lot of labor, slave, and Master Aidan isn't pleased if slave doesn't take care of all its labor for the day." He led me toward another part of the building, sort of out in the open and near all the pillories, to a kind of hitching post. He hitched me to it by my nose ring, leaving me only about 2 feet of chain between my nose and the post. I could do nothing but stand there. My Overseer Master came back to me and began getting me ready for whatever it was I'd be doing. The first thing he did was make sure that thing he had measured me for last night, that little harness that went around my waist and attached to my cock to keep it in an upright position, was on right. Then, he rather quickly inserted a hefty butt plug up my ass. I squirmed in delight. A blond pony tail trailed from my ass. A strap then went from the waist band of the harness down my ass crack and through a ring at the base of my butt plug. The strap then diverted into two straps, to go around my genitals, and these connected back up to my harness waistband. My Overseer Master meant for that plug to stay in me all day with no possibility of falling out, or being pushed out. Then my Overseer Master made some connections I didn't know were possible with the harness around my waist and groin. He attached my wrist cuffs to the waist band, right at my sides, with no slack at all, locking my hands right at my sides. Then, to my surprise, he lifted my balls, with their 3 inch steel stretcher, and attached a strap from the part of the harness holding my cock upright to the ball stretcher. Thus, my balls were hefted up and sticking straight out in front of me rather than hanging down. "Don't run into anything today, slave. The first point of contact will be your Master's slave-balls. See how nicely they're sticking straight out?" With that, my Overseer Master gave them a good hit with his hand, sending shockwaves through my body and the air right out of my lungs. "Good, slave. It's going to work very hard today, isn't it? Just nod your answer," he said, as he placed the bit in my mouth, the one he had tried out on me last night. The bar went from side-to-side across my mouth while the tongue plate went over my tongue and then curled down just a bit at the base of my tongue, where it turned down my throat. I was effectively muted. The rest of the device went over my scalp, as it did last night. My whole head felt caged. Then he placed a harness on my torso that went over my shoulders, around my body, and, finally, attached to the smaller harness already around my waist and groin. I was certainly now harnessed up to do something, though I knew not what. My cock may have been hard, and it may have been largely soft. With it locked into its upright position, I couldn't be too sure. I had wondered, sort of, why he wanted my cock sticking up at all times, and I was just about to find out. My PA ring was removed, giving my Overseer Master easy access to my urethra. He squirted some lube right into my dick. Then, he began sliding a stainless steel tube into me. It went into my cock some inches. Then, he locked it on utilizing my PA piercing. About 6 or 7 inches of the steel tube protruded right out of my dickhead and up past my navel. I didn't quite know what was happening until the Master Overseer made the final attachment. "Master Aidan's pony flag. You'll be flying his flag all day, slave, so make him proud." I looked down as best I could and saw that I was indeed flying a flag out of my dick. The flag was about 5 inches by 7 inches. As it was hanging down and kind of crumpled together, I couldn't get a good look of the design of the flag, but I noted the flag was largely sky blue, white, and an earth tone kind of brown. I thought my Master Overseer was finished and that I was kitted out for the day, but then he came and attached clamps to my pain nub nipples. They pressed firmly and woke me up just a little bit more. "You have one question and one question only on your mind today, slave. And that is: is Master Aidan's slave working hard enough, constantly enough, strongly enough, for him? That's it. Nothing else. That's the only thing you are to be concerned about, period. You are a piece of property on this ranch, and your only concern is making sure that this property works for its owner as he requires. It's all very simple, and I know you'll be fine, slave. I can feel it." I still didn't know what I'd be doing all day long, but I also understood that, as a slave, that that was none of my concern. "Okay, slave. You are ready to get to work. Now, today, and everyday you are here, once you are properly kitted out and released from the hitching post, you are to run to your assigned station. You don't have to run at full speed, but you will run at a good pace, showing you are enthusiastic, energetic, and ready to slave the day away. Anything less will be seen as an act of disobedience. For as long as you are on this ranch, that body you are in is the property of Master Aidan, and he requires that body to labor. Your job is to know that you are living in a body that your Master owns and that your only responsibility is to direct that body as ordered. You have no choice or freedom to do anything else, slave, but to be an obedient property." He detached the chain from the hitching post that led to my snout ring. Then, he detached it from my snout ring. He patted my face with his hand, kind of firmly, kind of playfully. "This property is going to do the only thing it is allowed to do: to serve Master Aidan. Just keep the right worshipful attitude, and you'll be fine. And, don't worry, I'll be out there with you as your Overseer, with my whip at the ready should you fall below Master Aidan's standards of proper slave labor. But I know already that you seek to please your master, that you love pleasing your master, so just do what you do naturally, slave." He took a moment to look me right in the eyes, and then he spit in my face. He took his right hand and rubbed his saliva all over my face. "Now, out the front door and to the right you will see a flagpole with Master Aidan's flag flying. That is your starting point every morning while you are here. You will see other slaves kitted up like yourself. When I say `dismissed', you are to run to your assigned post. Got it, slave? Good. Dismissed!" I darted toward the wide open doorway. It was odd running with my arms bound at my side, with Master's flag flying from a pole in my dick, and with my tail swishing around behind me, but I managed a good pace. I didn't want Master Aidan to be disappointed with me as a slave on my first day, after all." I came out the doorway and into the sunshine. I turned to my right and immediately saw the large flagpole and flag. Then, catching me totally off guard, I noticed Master Joe standing near my pathway toward the flagpole and my assigned place to be. He was filming me! "There's our slave! Keep running, faggot, and work hard today! Make us all proud to own you!" I kept up my pace all the way to the flag pole, which was about 50 yards out from the doorway. When I got there, I was already a little out of breath and beginning to sweat. An Overseer guided me to my position, in one of two lines of slaves kitted out like myself. I was in the right row and second from the front. In the end, we would total six slaves placed in two lines of three. The overseer grabbed the chain between the clamps on my nipples, on my glorious faggot pain nubs. He jerked the chain up and said, "Chest out, slave!" Then he put the tip of his riding crop below my chin and lifted my face. "A good slave is always alert and proud, so keep this property's head up. Let everybody see the face of a proud and devoted work-slave." He then rested the tip of that riding crop right on top of my balls, which, as you may remember, were sticking straight out in front of me, being held up and out by that harness around my waist, which held the 3-inch ball stretcher around my nuts horizontal so that my balls were well out front and available. "Feet!" was all he said. I understood, as I had noticed how the other slaves were standing, and spread my legs wider apart, planting my feet at shoulder width. "Better," the overseer said. Now, don't move an inch, slave. He then lifted the riding crop from my balls and brought it back down, hard. I may have let out a big breath, or a gasp, but I didn't double over or move my feet at all. "Good slave, but don't make me have to tell you again. A slave stands in proper position first time and every time. There is no room for slave failure on Master Aidan's ranch." I was breathing heavily now, at that seemed like a good thing. I felt alive and energetic, ready to start my day. I'm pretty sure my dick got hard in its harness, and I felt so proud. Why shouldn't I feel proud of what I am, a faggot eagerly participating in my own enslavement? As it should be. When we are as we naturally are, no matter what that is, we feel good. And I was feeling good about my slavery, feeling lucky to have men willing to take charge of me, to master me, to find uses for me, to their own benefit. As a property, that is what I'm for; that is my purpose. The other slaves in formation with me were just standing there, still waiting. There was a slave yet to arrive. All I had to do was be still and wait, like the other slaves were doing, but I also admired the Overseer in front of me and yearned to earn his approval of me as an obedient service animal on this ranch. I was filled with the desire to serve. I found myself chomping at my bit, literally. I was sure my cock was rock hard now. The Overseer noticed my stance, my eagerness shining through, and my hard on. He walked along my side and said, "Good boy," rather softly, though meaningfully, at least to my ears, and rubbed his hand along my right shoulder and upper arm. Such a loving caress, and it only made me want to please him that much more. I know there are still many in our country opposed to the nationwide Real Slave Program. I know there are still those groups who protest outside many locations of The Slave Center. But I am so grateful for the Real Slave Program, for it allows me to be me, real and true. Here I was outside and naked on a small private ranch. A tail was sticking out my ass, my cock was hard, and my heart and lungs were full of life. What could be better? Some good men were taking responsibility for me and directing me in all my actions, ensuring I was to live true to myself and spend my time in a useful fashion for them. I was free as a bird. What had I to worry about? My goals and responsibilities were simple, and the one way to achieve them was to simply obey, happily, spontaneously, naturally, for them, and, as it happens, for me, for I loved it. This way of living satisfied my soul. I remembered then something that Master Joe had said to me: "Don't worry about your Daily Slave Evaluations. Just obey, and the rest will follow." Perhaps I was beginning to understand what he meant. My asshole was stuffed with a large plug. My snout ring hung over my lips. My pain nubs felt the constant glory of the clamps my Overseer Master had placed on them. I was a muted beast, as the bit and tongue plate made speech impossible. My balls were thrust forward and held there, making the most vulnerable part of my anatomy the easiest target for any Overseer. And a steel rod had been buried the length of my cock and was sticking up high, supporting Master's flag. What more could I want out of life? Oh, yes, the yearning to serve and worship. I had no shortage of that. In fact, I had never felt the need to serve and worship so strongly. A good faggot loves its good masters, and I was feeling more love than ever before. I thought of my Master Matt. I hoped he was having a great vacation, but I also longed for his return, so that I could see him, hear him, smell him, serve him, worship him, obey him. But I was obeying him right now, for didn't he tell me to be a good faggot while he was away? I knew that by serving the Masters and Overseers with me now I was also serving my Master Matt, that that is what he wants for me to do, that that is how I keep him proud to own me. I just allow myself to be more of the obedient faggot I naturally am, and the more I am appreciated and cared for, the more I am allowed to live and feel full of life, enabled and empowered to live as I truly am. The last of the slaves arrived and was placed right behind me. We were now six, all outfitted in the same manner, all with tails, bits, harnesses, balls protruding out forward, and flags. When my eyes scanned the ranch land around me, I noticed that only we six sported Master Aidan's flag. Perhaps the flag is for tailed animals only. "Okay, slaves, now that we're all here: I am Overseer Master Steven, but all you need to know is that I am your Master today. You look to me for everything, absolutely everything. I am your existence. And this is Overseer Master Jack. He will be helping me today, especially when we have to separate one or more of you from the labor herd. Most of you know me, and you know that I tolerate nothing. And I love my job. Faggots are born to labor for men. Seems clear as day to me. So, remember: I expect 100% today: 100% effort, 100% obedience, 100% focus. Nothing else exists for you but the orders you are to carry out. Isn't that right, slaves?" I noticed the other slaves nodding their heads up and down, or actually their entire torsos, thus answering yes. So, I joined in, lowering and lifting my upper body in dramatic fashion, showing my animal nature as well as my emphatic understanding of my place as slave. Overseer Master Steven continued: "We have one new slave here today. It will only be here for 3 days, but while here it will be part of this labor herd. If anyone ever needs to call it by name, it responds to "mule", I am told. Right, Master Jack?" "That's what I've heard, but I haven't had a reason to call it by any name yet. `Slave' and `faggot' work fine for me." Master Jack is the one who kitted me out for the day. Somehow, I felt it comforting to know that he'd be overseeing my slavery today. A slave came running up, knelt before Overseer Master Jack, and handed him something. Once Master Jack took the item, the slave kissed his hand, was dismissed, and ran back to wherever it belonged. Master Jack came right up to me and started spraying me with something and rubbing it all over my skin. I soon found out it was merely a sunblock. "Wouldn't want the slave sunburned, you know," Master Jack said as he applied it to my slave body. Master Steven and Master Jack had a very brief private conversation, and then my workday began in earnest. "Okay, now that we are ready to put the slaves to work, there is only one last thing to take care of." Master Steven called me to the front of the small pack of slave animals. There I stood: my balls sticking straight out in their stretcher, a flagpole and flag sticking out of my dick, and the rest of me bound for whatever services I'd soon be performing. "Kneel, mule," he ordered, and I kneeled, facing my fellow slaves, and Overseer Master Steven began addressing the pack. "This is your new slave brother for the next few days, and before we put you all to your work, we are going to get an idea what this slave is all about, as we all need to be on common ground, with a shared vision of what is required of slaves on Master Aidan's ranch." He stepped over to be at my side and to address me directly. "Mule, after each statement, nod to your slave brothers in the affirmative that you understand and that you commit to your slavery and to your fellow slave laborers." He turned back to the pack of waiting slaves and began: "The slave understands that while on this ranch, it is the property of Master Aidan and of this ranch. It may not leave the ranch, and it may not do anything outside of what it is ordered to do." In my keeling position, I nodded my whole torso in the affirmative. "The slave understands that as a slave here on this ranch its function is to serve Master Aidan and the ranch in complete obedience and that, as a slave, it has no other function or purpose or value." Again, I nodded my whole torso. "The slave understands that its standing order is to labor constantly, appreciatively, energetically, efficiently... up to the work standards of Master Aidan and in accordance with all ranch slave-labor regulations." I listened carefully and knew the only answer I could give was in the affirmative. So, I nodded again. So far, the expectations being put upon me didn't seem too difficult. "The slave understands that its truest source of pleasure and pride lies in working for its masters in order to maintain a positive evaluation as a good and appropriately functional slave at all times." Again I nodded, perhaps more deeply this time. "The slave understands that its life-energy and its body are both the property of Master Aidan and will be used as such, and that anything other than pure servility will not be tolerated." I'm pretty sure I was erect at this time, which may have made Master Aidan's flag fly more noticeably. I nodded, deeply, of course. "The slave commits to laboring on this ranch in full slavery and to becoming a proud animal what will wave the flag of this ranch with all its pride and love." I nodded deeply, bringing my forehead nearly to the ground. Upon rising back up, I thrust my pelvis out, thus putting my balls way out front, signifying my surrender unto my own desires, and waving Master's flag as highly as I possibly could. "And, finally, the slave understands that all of the aforementioned is what a faggot needs and deserves, that faggot-enslavement is good, and fair, and right." I nodded again and rose back to my kneeling position, flag still waving proudly. I thought the proceedings were finished, but Overseer Master Steven ordered me to stand. He made sure my feet were placed well apart. Then, to my great surprise, he took the bit out of my mouth and told me to drink from the water bottle he held up to my lips. When I finished drinking, he said, for all present to hear: "Lastly, slave, in your own words, though you may borrow from those we've just used, commit to your slave brothers and to being worthy of being accepted into this herd, acknowledging openly that labor-slavery is what's right for you, and that you will work as hard as they do." I hesitated a little bit, partly out of surprise and partly out of not being sure where to start, but soon I looked out over my pack of slave brothers and spoke: "I am a slave, for slavery comes naturally to me. I am happy to be here learning to be a better slave and to find a fuller enslavement. I seek to labor with everything I am in service of Master Aidan and his Overseers. It is my right and duty to serve my masters. Please accept me into this pack of slaves, as one of you, and we will work together to serve our Master as he deserves and as he requires of us. I love my slavery like I love my Master. I am grateful to our Master Aidan for granting me enslavement on his ranch and for developing me into a better slave that requires me to serve with all that I am. Thank you, Master Aidan." When I had finished, the slave pack, muted with the bits in their mouths, grunted and nodded their torsos in acceptance and appreciation of what I had said. I felt accepted into their fold. "Good, that's done. Now get back in formation, slave." Somehow, even without a verbal order to do so, I truly hurried my ass to my assigned place with the enthusiasm the men on this ranch require and deserve. My dick was throbbing hard now, and Master Aidan's flag flew in the mild morning breeze. Overseer Master Steven wasted no time in getting the bit back into my mouth. With the bit back in its proper place, I took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. I loved being outside. I felt in my element. Free to be me, as they say. How many alive today can say they are free to be themselves at all times? I began to chomp on my bit, lightly at first, then with a bit more gusto. My tongue felt securely held by the long tongue plate. I was even growing to like how long it was and that it dipped into my throat a bit. I kept my head held high, as slaves here are required to do, and looked at Overseer Master Steven. He suddenly seemed like the most beautiful man on the planet. He was fairly average, actually, but a slave, when feeling its slavery deeply, finds its master beautiful, because he is. I was now feeling my old familiar desire, strongly, overwhelmingly. What desire? The only valid desire a slave has: the wish to serve its master. The need to be allowed to serve, to be guided to serve, ordered to serve, required to serve. The need to have its services be welcomed, needed, appreciated, wanted, expected, taken for granted, utilized, demanded. Always demanded, fully. Ah, that's my happy place! I show men I love them with my slavery. Let me love a deserving master with everything I am. I crave that kind of intimacy.

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Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2024 18:17:10 +0000 (UTC) From: SlaveMasters7 Subject: Master and His Pack Mule - 13 Stories of The Slave Center The Nation's Leading Retailer of Trained Faggots _______________________ Master and His Pack Mule Part Thirteen By slave 7 Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lunch was just ending. The majority of slaves had all been lined up and had eaten like animals from bowls laid out before them. We, the flag-bearing slaves, were still hitched, en masse, to a post, fortunately in the shade. We were sweaty, hungry, thirsty, and tired, but we, or at least I, felt great. I had put my body (or, actually, it is Master's Aidan's body) to obedient use for several hours already. Now, I was relaxing and breathing in relative calm. My asshole was accommodating the butt plug tail just fine. I think I would have missed it if it were to be taken out. I felt the calm that one feels after putting forth some serious physical exertion in addition to the calm of a mind well at ease. I don't know how. I can't tell you why. But I just felt good. No matter how we like to say that everything a slave does is for its Master, the reality is that much of what a slave does is for itself, for much of what a slave does makes the slave feel wonderful. And feeling wonderful is what the slave seeks. That's just the way it works. Pure selfishness, but the key word is "pure". Pure service, pure joy, pure slavery. The master gets services and profits that please him, and the master feels good inside as a man able to live in mastery, but a slave feels the joy, comfort, bliss, purity, calm and worship that result from living its natural life, its destiny, as the property of an appropriate man. That's what the slave does it for, to find its place and its peace, its connection within the universe, its fulfillment. A solid connection develops between a slave and a good Man, and that connection is totally symbiotic and beautiful, with no one being forced into any place or any role. Real Slavery is not about force. It's about deep and healthy self-acceptance and human connection. An essential question, then, that some may forget to ask is: how pure is the master? Master Aidan sure felt pure to me. He is not a big man, but his modest height didn't matter. The modest size of his dick didn't matter. His soft demeanor didn't make him weak, but rather it revealed a calm strength. His naturalness matters. His emotional stability matters. His firm expectations, which seem to magically flow out of him and to his slaves, matter. His acceptance of the tremendous responsibility of caring for slaves matters. His thorough ability to provide what faggots need matters. His ability to enslave them, and thereby fulfill his own purpose in life as well as of his faggots, matters. Master Aidan matters. This slave was actually thinking all this when lunch time was announced for the flag-bearing slaves. I was expecting to eat from a dish on the ground, as the other slaves had, but what actually happened was that the flag-bearing slaves were lined up in a standing position. Then, our overseers stood before us, removed our bits, and placed a kind of nutrition bar in each of our mouths. "Chew it up good and swallow," I was told. "That's it. Chew and swallow." The bar didn't taste like much of anything. It wasn't exactly dry, but it wasn't exactly moist. "All the nutrition a labor-slave needs." When the overseers were finished feeding us, they led us to the edge of a shade structure. The roof had a row of inverted bottles hanging from its edge. The overseers lined us slaves up so that we each had a bottle to drink from, to suck from. "Drink down every drop, slaves." I'd guess the bottle held about a liter. I was informed later, by another slave, that the liquid was more than just water, as it was infused with electrolytes and some vitamins. It didn't taste any different than water, though. So, the actual feeding and watering of the flag-bearing slaves was a quick affair. Mostly, we rested while all the ranch overseers and other slaves ate, and then we were done with our meal in about 5 minutes. Very efficient, I suppose. I was actually relieved when an Overseer Master put the bit back into my mouth. I was already craving that long tongue plate that dipped down at the opening of my throat. "That's it faggot. I know you like it," said the Overseer Master, who probably sensed the relief I was feeling as he secured the bit back in place. All morning I had been hooked up to a small flat bed wagon loaded with tools, supplies and drinking water. It had been my task to pull the wagon all over the ranch, to wherever men and slaves were stationed, so that they could have any supplies they may need. I was often left alone, unattended by an overseer, as I was never out of sight and my task was quite clear. And everywhere I went Master Aidan's flag, sticking up out of my cock, let my way, waving with pride. I was certainly beginning to feel some pride and satisfaction in my obedience. For the afternoon and early evening I was put to a different type of labor. On the south side of the property, Master Aidan was putting in a rock wall. I had built a garden retaining wall once before, and the formed bricks for this wall were similar to those used in the retaining wall I had built. The blocks were large and heavy and nice to look at. Master Aidan has good taste, I thought to myself. Anyway, my task was to move the blocks from where they lay in storage to the place where the slaves building the wall could use them. The Overseer Masters ordered one other flag-bearing slave and myself to a flatbed wagon. He hooked us up to it like mules and led us over to where the blocks were stacked on their pallets. I noted the sturdiness of the wagon we were pulling and felt how much of a pack mule I was now becoming. Being who and what you naturally are, if you should ever be so lucky as to experience that, can be glorious. I snorted behind my bit, shook my head, and yearned to pull the wagon for my Overseer Master. As soon as we brought the wagon to rest near the pallets, the work-slaves began loading it with the bricks. We, as mules, could only wait silently. We couldn't see whether the work-slaves had finished loading the stones, and to get our attention and inform us that it was time to move on, our Overseer Master flicked his small whip across our backs. We got the message and began to pull. We soon realized that it would take us quite an effort to pull our heavy load, but we born down and got the wagon moving. "That's it, mules. You know what you're good for," encouraged our Overseer Master. So, there we were, naked and harnessed to the cart, cocks upright with Master Aiden's flag a-waving. It felt good to be outside and put to be put to good use. All afternoon and into the early evening we worked, pulled and slaved, with the flag of our Master waving from our cocks. My body huffed and ached, but in a way that felt satisfying. I felt a sense of pride in serving Master Aidan and his overseers well. I felt useful. I felt in my element. I felt myself, totally, unabashedly, unashamedly, truthfully, purely. I felt ME, alive and happy, like this is what I was born to do, who I was born to be. What I did not know was that I was being closely monitored and that tabs were being kept on my slave performance. I learned later that Master Aidan's view is that slaves can be pushed to labor but that it is far more effective to allow a slave to fail, as the slave will, as a result, gain in motivation to succeed, honor more its desire to meet its Master's labor standards. It is better to have the slave want to succeed in its work-production rather than have the Master attempt to extract that production with overactive overseers with whips. A push from inside is better than a push from outside. Master Aidan has a monitoring system to see how much benefit each of his slaves generates based on the workload ordered per day. He and his Overseer Masters set expected daily targets for each slave to hit, and they check to see if each slave hit that target or fails to hit it. Each slave is informed of any substandard performance and of the need to improve and hit all of its production targets. The unsatisfactory slave, whether punished or not, feels internally motivated by the internal carrot of emotions, of wanting to be a good and admirable slave, of wanting to serve its Master well, of wanting to be a good slave. A successful slave gets absolutely no reward for performing at expected standards, other than the satisfaction that comes from knowing it served its master well. A slave does, after all, have its pride and its desire to retain its place of security, safety, peace and warmth within its Master's purvey. But, as I stated, I knew nothing of this while working in slavery on my first day on Master Aidan's ranch. After my day of being what I thought was a hard-working slave for Master Aidan, and about half an hour after being fed dinner, I was led into the slave barn and to an area in the back corner. I didn't notice a small red tab near the gate leading into this small partitioned area that signifies, I later learned, that a slave's productivity targets for the day had not been met. I did notice, though, that I seemed to be isolated with only a few other slaves, including the slave that I had been hitched to a wagon with all afternoon and early evening. As we were all tightly gagged, we could not speak with each other. But Master Aidan's flag had been removed, as had the plug up our butts. My whole body was free, in a manner of speaking, except for the restraints still around my wrists and ankles, in addition to the gag in my mouth. The gag was not the same one I had worn all day, the one that had a tongue plate that reached way back to my throat, but it did have a tongue plate that made it impossible for me to utter a word. Mules are mute animals, it seems. I soon saw Master Aidan in the barn, speaking amiably with his Overseer Masters. He spent some time speaking with various Overseers, slowly making his way to the area of the barn where I was being held. The closer he got to where I was penned, the more excited I became. My cock was hard, and I wasn't sure why. I was happy to see Master Aidan, and I felt a desire to serve Him, not sexually, but actually serve Him, in all ways possible. My hip were actually moving in a humping kind of manner, so happy was I that Master Aidan was near. Master Aidan was in conversation with the Overseer Master who had supervised me all afternoon and evening. Seemingly satisfied with whatever they spoke about, Master Aidan approached the area in which I was kept, and, to my surprise, he motioned for me to come to him. Of course, I immediately did so, with my hard cock leading the way, my hands behind my back, my mouth gagged with the bit now in it. When I neared him, Master Aidan stated, "Come with me, slave. There's something you need to experience." He took me over to near the stockades and pillories. "Kneel," he simply said. I did so, about a meter in front of him, my cock jutting up. Both Overseer Masters who had worked with me during the day came to Master Aidan's sides. While looking me squarely in the face, he asked, "Master John, did this slave meet its production targets for you today?" "No, Master Aidan, it did not," came Master John's quick reply. I was crushed, shocked. My jaw would have dropped if it were free to do so. "Master Miguel, did this slave meets its production targets for you today?" "No, Master Aidan, it did not," came Master Miguel's ready reply. "Thank you," Master Aidan addressed both of His Overseer Masters. "Take your positions." Both Masters John and Miguel moved somewhere behind me, and Master Aidan ordered me to stand up and move to a particular stockade a few meters away. Once I was there, "In," was all he said, softly but with his masterly authority. "Master, yes, Master," I said, as I had been trained to do. Upon placing my neck, wrists and ankles in their required places, both Master John and Master Miguel reappeared and locked me into my place. Master Aidan pulled up a stool and sat in front of me, his face about level with His slave's. Then the whipping began. "So, slave, you failed today, and I expect better, for your own sake and for mine." "Master, sorry Master!" I replied. "Don't apologize to me. Don't ever apologize to me. Just fix the problem," Master Aidan retorted. The whip strikes kept coming down on my back, and also my ass and the back side of my thighs. I was gasping, trying to breathe, yet keeping my attention focused on Master Aidan as best I could. Sensing the struggle I was having, Master Aidan stated, "Just relax and keep your eyes on mine. The whips are mine, as are the physical sensations they are creating in my property's body. It's all mine, so let it be mine. Focus and Me and let it all happen." He allowed me time to let this happen, then he continued, "That's right. Just relax and focus on the Man who owns you for the weekend. Everything is better when you do that, for me and for My slave. Let us both be who we are. Let us both feel how wonderful this is for both of us." After a few minutes of silence, with the whips still striking, not super hard, but hard enough. The sensations on my body were intense, but also kind of warm and wonderful, a mix of too much and just the right amount. I was feeling something release within my body, and my spirit. "Why did you fail today, my slave?" Master Aidan asked. "Master, because it didn't work hard enough, Master," I answered, with a question in my voice. "Well, yes, but how did that happen, slave?" "Master, because the slave didn't know it had to work harder, Master." "Really? Is that the reason. I don't think so. Think again. Why did my slave fail to met its production targets today?" I was a bit confused, even dumbfounded, and wanted to say so, but then the answer began to rise within me. "Master, because I wasn't focused enough, Master." The whips kept striking my body, sometimes with great strength, sometimes softly, almost lovingly. "There you go, faggot. Focus. Always remembering what you are. Always remembering who you serve. Always knowing that service is what you are, what you were born to provide, what you need to give, for yourself as much as for me." "Master, yes, Master! Thank You, Master." "Serving is what you need. Serving is what satisfies you, deeply. It is what gives you purpose. Service is how you express love and the deepest part of who you are. Is that right?" "Master, yes, Master. Yes!" "Therefore, constant focus is what I expect. Constant focus and constant labor at a proper pace with the proper energy. That is what I want. Is that what you want?" "Master, yes, Master!" I really felt the truth of this. I felt a deeper and stronger yearning than I had ever felt in my life. It was sense I hadn't known was possible, a deep desire to live completely for my Master, to do nothing but serve Him, to be nothing else but a property that serves Him as He orders. "Good. I thought so. I know so. Now, tomorrow, slave, you're going to move its body harder. You're going to push it harder. I need my slave body to serve me to my satisfaction, as I know it can do, and the slave's only job and only concern is to ensure that that happens for Me, that I get what I want out of the body that I own." He paused briefly and kept his eyes boring into mine. "I don't care if you're tired, and I don't care what you may want to do other than work for me. A good slave only wants what its Master wants. And what I want is that tomorrow you meet the target goals I set out for you. I'll make sure my overseers help you do that. Then, we can call it a successful day, and I'll be happy, and so will you. You'll experience service-satisfaction, a slave's best possible feeling. Service satisfaction. For a slave, there's no better feeling in life. To know it served well, that it fulfilled its orders, that it obeyed its master and pleased him, that is what a slave wants and needs." "Master, yes, Master. Thank You, Master. Service satisfaction. Please, Master. Help it get service satisfaction, Master." "I am helping you, slave. I am pointing out to you that Master and slave want the same thing. It is not my job to do his job for him. You do it. You reach Service Satisfaction. And then, I know, you will thank me for it." The whips landing on my backside were coming less and less. Finally, Master Aidan, as he came to standing position, said, "Slave, tomorrow you will focus, you will reach Service Satisfaction, and you will be happy. And you will thank me." "Master, yes, Master. Thank You, Master," I said through the drool dripping profusely from my slave mouth. That night, I slept well, though my head and heart were full of thoughts, feelings and yearnings. The next day, though the work was similar to what it had been the previous day, I somehow felt a natural focus on my labors and much less focus on myself and how I might be feeling or of what I might be thinking. I just was, in the moment, very much a slave, living purely and simply as what felt to be the purest form of myself. A property. A creature. A servant. A man that wasn't exactly a man. I like being owned. I like having expectations, even demands, put upon me such that I serve Men properly, to their satisfaction and pleasure. I became more convinced than ever that a slave is who and what I am, through and through. The next evening I was not put in the holding pen with the red tag. When Master Aidan came to me, I was still locked into a stockade and, this time around, paddled. Master Aidan squatted before me and waited. He didn't have to wait long. "Master, thank you, Master. Thank You, Master. Lord, thank You very much, Master. I feel it, Master. I feel it!" "That's right. Of course you do. And it's good, isn't it, my slave? Slaves are proud of their service, too. Is this slave proud?" "Master, yes, Master, yes, Master, yes, Master!" "Good slave. Let Me see how proud you are." Master Aidan locked toward my crotch. What he saw was the biggest hard on I could possibly have, which I began to thrust out toward Him to show my happiness. "That's it. Excellent! That's what I expect, slave," he said. "What's a fine faggot?" I knew that answer to his question, from practice over my years in slavery: "One that serves properly, in slavery, constantly, Master, and feels gratitude for the opportunity to do so, Master." "Good boy," was all Master Aidan said, with a pleasant smile on His face. But then the paddling stopped and Master Aidan walked away. I was left with a very warm ass and a mind and heart at peace. I had been educated. Nay, I had been led to more truths about my inner self. To wit, I learned that Service Satisfaction is a slave's main source of happiness, that Service Satisfaction is the greatest feeling a slave can have. How many in this world know what their purpose is in life? Not many, I'd wager. And yet I knew mine. "All I am doing is giving you an opportunity to live your purpose," I had heard Master Aidan say to another slave on the day I arrived on His ranch. "So live your purpose and serve. It's a good life, a happy life, to live one's purpose, one's authentic life, one's duty, one's responsibility, one's love, one's happiness, one's reason for living, one's everything. I slept well that night, and looked forward to living.

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Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2024 23:23:31 +0000 From: Jesse Hunter Subject: Delmore ch 7 Please remember to donate to Nifty so that we can continue to enjoy free work that we all enjoy sharing with each other. You can donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/. If you enjoy these stories, feel free to hit me up at [email protected] Delmore chapter 7 The muscular Black Officer ordered us to stand once we were inside the gym. I immediately observed Black Men and white boys working out at various stations with the most noticeable difference being that the white boys were naked (caged of course-some collared) and the Black Men were wearing workout clothes. I observed something in the corner past the cardio area that terrified me. There were two punching bags suspended from the ceiling. Also suspended in similar fashion were two white boys. Their hands were bound behind their backs and they were wearing headgear and ball gags. Each of the white boys were being pummeled by a Black Man with boxing gloves. You could hear their muffled yelps and moans after almost every strike. The muscular Black Officer broke my trance, "you faggots have an hour and a half to complete your workouts. Clock starts now!" I'd never worked out naked before. This would be a first. My legs were still shaking from the torture in the classroom so I figured I'd make it a chest/triceps day. I made my way over to the benches. There were a couple of empty benches so I went to the one furthest away from the ones being used. Put my normal warm up weights on the bar and completed my first set. It was weird to do without music but I hadn't been able to work out since I agreed to this assignment so I was grateful to get to do so. The gym was always my happy place. My coping mechanism for stress, and it was safe to say, I was really stressed. I increased weights for my first set in progressive overload. "Looks like you might need a spot, white boy." He was towering over me from the position a spotter would be in. His sweat dripped onto my face. His presence made me nervous but I knew I had better tell Him how grateful I was. "Thank You, Sir. Yes, please" "Absolutely, boy." For my first set He straddled my head while still standing. His shorts were a bit loose and I could see that He wasn't wearing underwear. The side of one of His legs was rubbing my face. I desperately wanted to know what them big balls smelled like. But, I was trying to shift my focus onto the weight I was pushing up. I completed my first set and He stepped back. "Not bad for a white boy. What's your name?" "Sir, my name is Jesse." "Nice to meet you, Jessica. Though this isn't really our first meeting. I had some of that sweet pussy yesterday." I'm glad He didn't expect me to remember as I had been fucked by so many Men especially while blindfolded. I still knew I was expected to show gratitude. "Thank You for the gift of Your Dick, Sir." "Time for your next set, faggot." I added the weight and laid back down on the bench. I went to unrack the bar and He stepped back into place to spot me. This time He had removed His shorts. As I pushed my first rep up, He squatted on my face. "I just finished my hour-long workout. Smell my ass, bitch. Breathe in my scent while you struggle with these reps, boy. That's it. There you go, girl." This was definitely a challenge. I felt like I was suffocating in His ass. He would let up a little for me to push back up, but damn. Yet despite the struggle, my dick was trying to pop out of its cage. I had learned that the natural scent of a Black Man's balls and ass was like a pheromone that brought out my inner fucking slut. I was able to complete the set. He stood up from my face and I got up from the bench to add more weight. He didn't assist with this, reinforcing that He wasn't there for my benefit. This was about His amusement. In fact, when I looked around, I saw that one white boy was on his knees, sucking a Black CO that was doing seated preacher curls. Another white boy was bent over a bench by the dumbbells and was serving up both of his holes at the same time to two Men. Most others were working out without sex (minus the two boys being used as punching bags-one of which appeared to be unconscious now). I got back down on the bench for my last set. As I started, this time He squatted over my face and shoved His half-hard dick in my mouth. God, I had grown to love that taste. I was struggling to push the weight up, not that He had any intention of spotting me. I was struggling to breathe with that huge cock in my mouth and throat and that big ass ballsack covering my nose. But that scent was powerful. That scent gave me the energy I needed to push through what was turning out to be the hardest sets of flat bench press in my life. I finished the set. "Fucking good work, jessica. I didn't think you'd be able to do it. Got my dick hard now though so time to take that pussy of your's again." He moved to the opposite end of the bench and lifted my ankles to His shoulders. He entered me fairly easily thanks to class. He fucked me in that position for a solid ten minutes on the bench before yelling loudly, "take My nut, you fucking cunt!" I felt His body tense up and then flood my guts. I'm pretty sure everyone in the room stopped to watch Him breed me (although the white boys had to look from the corners of their eyes so as not to accidentally make eye contact while not sucking dick. He left me on that bench, exhausted and His cum leaking from my pussy. I cleaned the equipment and moved in to the incline bench. I wasn't messed with during this one or the remainder of my chest exercises. When I started the triceps, I walked over to the dip bars. I noticed the white boy punching bags were being removed from their hooks and carried out of the gym. I remember how very sorry I felt for them and hoped I would never have to serve in that capacity. When I got up into position on the dip bars, I was approached by two young Black Officers. They stood next to me and watched my first set before saying anything. "We don't agree with your form, white boy. We think you are moving too fast and not dipping down far enough. Lucky for you, We are here to help." One of them walked over to a box near the dumbbell rack and brought over a dildo on a tripod looking thing. They set it up under the dip bars and adjusted the height. "This should be obvious what you gotta do here, boy. Better take it balls deep with each rep. This should slow you down and get you to the right depth. And We better hear your bitch ass say thank you every rep." Fuck. Ok. I can do this. Challenge accepted (not that I had a choice). I slowly dipped my body down onto the dildo until I felt the ballsack nudge my taint. Then I started back up. As soon as I had cleared the dildo I remembered to thank my Young Masters. I repeated this nine more times. For the next set They required me to do weighted reps. Jesus. Ok. I can do this. The chained weight on the belt pulled me down onto the dildo. After rep five, I was whimpering. On the ninth rep I wanted to quit. I felt the stings of the Young Masters slapping my ass and demanding that I continue or get used as a punching bag. Damn right I found the energy to finish. I was ordered to suck both of Their dicks right there next to the dip bar. Took a good fifteen minutes to get Them off. They both shot all over my face and ordered me to finish my workout without wiping it off. I did as ordered. I completed my tricep exercises with two cum loads on my face and one leaking from my pussy. I can't say I was upset by this. I was horny as fuck for the rest of my workout. When finished, I felt like I'd had the best workout of my life. I was feeling happy. I went to join my fellow bitches who were waiting by the door in the submission pose on their knees. One of our Black Masters came over to lead us back to the bunk room. Of course, we had to crawl back. Through my one working eye (the other was shut from cum) I was able to see that the boy in front of me was also leaking cum from his pussy. I felt connected to him because of this for some reason. I knew the boy behind me was seeing the same thing from me and I wondered if he felt connected to me because of this as well. I hoped I remembered to ask when we were able to speak. We made it back to the room. "Douche, shower and shave. You bitches have 30 minutes until shift starts." He locked us in the room and we all just sat on our asses for a sec to recover from the day's events. "I am so fucking horny," I said out loud. "Don't worry, that'll get fucked out of you during the shift. There's no doubt you'll get a pussygasm while getting fucked at some point during the day." Several of the boys responded to that by saying, "Amen brother," and "fuck yeah bitch". The older white officer took charge and told us all to head to the bathroom and start getting ready. While we were walking into the bathroom, one of the boys playfully slapped my ass and said, "I saw how well you took Sir Lee's beautiful big dick on that flat bench today. Took it like a champ, dude. Made us proud." I was starting to feel like I was part of a team. I actually felt some pride when he told me that. There was no doubt in my mind that I was adapting to this new situation that I had been placed in. I douched and showered with the boys while enjoying playful banter between us. It was obvious that we were all enjoying the high of a good workout and, well, Black Dick. We adorned our uniforms that had been placed in our foot lockers by white trustees (the actual slave labor in the facility). I noticed the shoulder patches and embroidered badge on my shirt was the same but the stitched on name tag was different. It read, "sweet pussy". I could think of worse things for it to say based on what I'd seen so far so I put it on. We were kneeling in the submission pose with hands behind our heads when the door opened. It was Officer Washington that had come to retrieve us. I know He saw me smile as my face was cast down to the floor in front of me. "Miss Me, bitch?" "So much so, yes Sir!" He laughed and told us all to rise for inspection. I had already been shown how to do this in the showers a bit ago so I kept my hands behind my head and stood with my feet spread past shoulder length. I did notice out of the corners of my eyes that we all had on very tight uniforms. Officer Washington had made His way over to me and was behind me. I felt Him grab my ass hard. In my crack. Like He was trying to finger me through my pants. "I missed you too, sweet pussy. I'm looking forward to O/our next shift together." I was in absolute awe of Him. I was genuinely looking forward to it as well. I could tell a few of the other boys in the room were probably jealous. Or at least that's what was going through my head anyway. He removed His hand and made His way to the door. "Alright, let's go." And with that, we were headed to the shift room. I had already been briefed in the showers about how we weren't expected to crawl while in uniform unless told to do so. We walked in a single file line with Officer Washington to the side of us. "Cumdump, your hair looks good today. But it's missing something." I noticed He was addressing the one named Conner. I'm guessing his name tag on his shirt was cumdump. Officer Washington then spit in his face as we were walking. Seeing He had missed the first shot, He spit again hitting the boy in his hair. "Looks much better now." "Thank You, Sir," cumdump Conner gleefully replied. After a short walk, we made it to the shift room. To be continued....

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Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2024 18:01:53 +0000 From: Jesse Hunter Subject: Delmore ch 5 Please remember to donate to Nifty... Delmore Chapter 5 I woke up in the infirmary. I was lying on my stomach but there was no gown. I was butt naked and cuffed to the bed by one of my wrists. Still caged. Still plugged. Still horny as fuck since I felt the strong need to cum. A white male nurse stood next to my bed. His green scrub top was short. Short enough to allow a full view of the black jock strap he was wearing (with the obvious signs of a clit cage). No pants, just black ankle socks and tennis shoes. There was a collar around his neck with a tag that read, "property of Master Ty". If I had somehow missed the collar I would have noticed the same inscription tattooed in black on his navel with a spade symbol as well. "Oh good. You're awake." I looked up at him and then to my cuffed wrist. "Sir Lincoln thought you might go rabbit on us so i had to take a precaution." "How long have I been out?" "About 6 or 7 hours. I'm told you were in the pillory of dorm B for about 8 hours. That's pretty fucking impressive even to some of us bitches that have been serving for a while." "Have you been put in it?" "Only once. My Master was punishing me but I really got into it though, my clit is leaking just thinking about it." He grabbed my unrestrained hand and put it on his caged dick to feel the dampness through his jockstrap...like I wouldn't believe him or something. Then he pulled my fingers to his mouth to lick them clean. Poor thing must have been even hornier than me. I had to ask, "How long has your dick been locked up?" "Oh it's been well over a year now. I don't think of it as a dick. It's a clit. That's why They call it a clit cage. My Master has a dick. I have two holes that He uses. I'm guessing you are curious about how it's going to be for you?" I had no intention of staying locked up after I got out of here, but he was right. I was wondering what it felt like after being locked up that long. I couldn't imagine. "Yeah. What should I expect?" "At first it was rough. I'd wake up in the middle of the night with my balls straining, being pulled by the ring attached to the cage because of my hard-on. But my pussy became so sensitive. Like crazy sensitive. And when I experienced my first orgasm from getting fucked, I never cared if my Master freed me from it. I hope He never does." It wasn't lost on me that he seemed so happy. And so far in my investigation, he seemed to be the best source of information I'd run into. And I felt like I was in a safe place to ask questions. So I did. "Are you a slave then?" "No. My Master allows me to be more than just an object. I'm His submissive servant. I get to keep my name, which is Joe by the way, but I do live with Master and another servant. But He has made it clear that we are still His property, just valued a bit more than the slaves. He takes on a slave occasionally but they live in the sheds He has set up on His property. Slaves are not allowed to keep their names and they become its instead of he's. He's been a part of the BNWO for quite a while now." I shuddered at the thought of becoming enslaved. "Were you forced into service while working as a nurse here?" "Nope. I found Master in one of the apps. He used me for His pleasure and decided He wanted to own me immediately. I was seeking that type of relationship so I jumped at His offer. He was working here and told me what They were doing to us white boys and I just had to be here for it. Watching straight white boys get converted into cock sucking slaves of the BNWO is the best reason to come to work. This was one of the first prisons to take part in the Black Revolution. Now every prison in the state is just like this one. It's beautiful." My dick was betraying me at his last sentence when I mumbled, "But I ain't gay though." And it never dawned on me that this movement was so widespread already. "Honey I saw how excited you were when you took your first dick in the intake room. If you weren't when you came here, you are now." Those words hit home to me. Nurse jockstrap was right. I loved every minute of getting fucked in the intake room. I loved sucking Black Dick. I loved the feeling of Black Men inside me. I wasn't a fan of drinking piss but I'll be damned if even the thought of that wasn't causing the ring on my clit cage to strain my balls from an erection. And on top of all of that, I couldn't deny that it felt natural to obey the orders of a Black Man. I was hopeful this was just a temporary spell. I could return to my normal life when I got out of here. But then I remembered that look of devotion on the warden's face. Shit, the warden. The memory of what I saw made me ask Joe, "Are They gonna make me wear women's lingerie too?" "Depends on the desires of the Man that claims you. If you are claimed. Some boys aren't and they become property of the BNWO as a whole. If your Owner wants you feminine then you will be. But it varies so much. Some Men prefer masculinity and Some don't. I wouldn't worry about it at the moment. We have to start your first faggot to faggot lesson." "Do what?" I asked as he uncuffed my wrist from the bed. "All white boys are faggots. Or you will be. First lesson is pussy hygiene. I'm guessing you've never had a need to douche in your life." "You would be correct." "Well, you were lucky then, yesterday. Sometimes if you're messy They make you clean Their Dicks off with your mouth. Maybe you really were scared shitless," he laughed as he finished that sentence. He led me to the bathroom. "Let's see the damage." He pulled my plug and the cum cascaded out of me. And probably spit. And let's just say some debris. I was so embarrassed. "Don't be ashamed. You took those dicks like a fucking champ, bitch. Impressive for your first day. I'll show you how to get cleaned up." He took me to what was called a douche station. Apparently they were in every whiteboy locker room and bathroom. He said that we were expected to clean out before roll call and after our mid-shift break (regardless of if we had one or not) and at the end of shift in case we got fucked in the parking lot before going home. He shoved the hose up my ass and I felt the sensation of lukewarm water filling me until I felt the pressure to release. He said to hold it in for just a bit and then release. I had to repeat this process until the water ran clear numerous times. I was humiliated. I mean you would think being fucked like a whore in front of everyone, drinking piss, being caned, and gang banged in front of a crowd would have been the peak of my humiliation so far, but no, it was this. Pushing water out of my ass over and over in front of this nurse. "Why am I doing this now if my shift is over? I need to be getting home." "Your file says you are single and live alone. Lt. Roosevelt says you will stay on property for at least a week to complete your training." The sense of dread that consumed me was noticeable. "Awww don't worry honey. You'll be in great hands. They've taken a special liking to you. I'm kinda jealous. I bet you'll be in love before this week is through. Doesn't matter though. You are now property of the BNWO just like the rest of us. It's good that you didn't run last night. I saw one try that once. He didn't make it very far and Jesus his training was intense. I wasn't jealous of what he went through. I felt sorry for him. For what it's worth now, he's totally devoted to his two Masters." Joe (property of Master Ty) walked me to the infirmary entrance where two Black COs were waiting. "Thanks, you hot little bitch," they said to Joe and one of Them smacked his ass really hard. Like definitely left a red print hard. "Anything for You, Sirs!" "This way, bitch." I followed caged, unplugged and naked down the hallway to whatever awaited me. The will to run was no longer in me. It's not like I could get out anyway. And I definitely didn't want to experience whatever that officer that attempted escape went through. No, I'd suffer through this week and report my findings to my "handler" when I got out of here in a week. To be continued...

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Date: Thu, 16 May 2024 09:46:08 +0000 (UTC) From: SlaveMasters7 <[email protected]> Subject: Master and His Pack Mule - Ch. 10 (Gay Authoritarian) Please donate to Nifty, provider of many hours of fun. Stories of The Slave Center The Nation's Leading Retailer of Trained Faggots _______________________ Master and His Pack Mule Part Ten Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Slave check-in July 7, 2054 Sir, Master Matt, Sir: Your slave hopes you are having a great vacation, Sir. Your slave misses you, Sir. You left your slave in good hands with Master Joe, Sir. He is a hard-driving and deliberate master who keeps me firmly enslaved for you, and I find I am doing well under him, Sir. Thank you, Master. He's a strong believer in discipline, and he says I am already becoming a better servant due to his enhanced discipline routines, Sir. I sincerely hope that I am an improved servant for you when you return, Master. Thank you, Master. Sincerely, Your property Master Matt had instructed that I do quick check-ins from time to time. The above was my first. I had been staying at Master Joe's for 3 days already. The days had been full, and it took me a very short time to realize that Master Joe was secure in his experiences as a Master and sure of what I needed for my further growth toward a more complete slavery. Every second slavery was his motto. Every second slavery. But, as Master Joe explained to me, one has to realize what service is, how service may be defined. If I eat a healthy meal, that is service as it keeps me healthy for my master. If I relieve myself of piss and shit, that is service, as these actions are needed to keep me functional as a slave. If I engage in laughter, creativity or play, then that is service, as these things keep me in good mental-emotional health, which in turn allows me to be a more effective servant. Everything is service. It just depends on how you look at life. The key, Master Joe impressed upon me, is that the slave only does what is authentic. Nothing conniving. Nothing forced. Nothing but obedience to the natural self, to that authentic voice within. We all have one. We just need to isolate it and obey it. But that is sometimes far from easy, at least at first. ------------- Master Joe was living off investments he made as an younger man, enough to keep him afloat financially, but not much more. He remained hopeful that he'd make an investment that would create him substantially more wealth someday, enough to own a slave again. But for now, with a slave under his roof for a couple weeks or so, Master Joe, with no job outside the home to be concerned about, could be home 24/7 and control the slave all day long. Having not had his own slave for some years now, Master Joe planned to make the most of his current opportunity as my interim master. I was now kneeling on my slave prayer mat, just waiting, just listening, just obeying. Master Joe was standing, shirtless and wearing his typical blue jeans, looking down upon this slave. "You're not a toy to me. You're a slave, a servant, a laborer, a tool for me to use. Isn't that what you surrendered yourself in slavery to become?" "Master, yes, Master. That's this faggot's destiny, Master, to be a man's slave, Master." "Good." "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master." "It's time for the morning affirmation of your slavery. Get up high on its slave knees, put those pain nubs up and out, and keep its slave hands tightly behind its back. When I sit down, it may begin."
 "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master." On my first full morning in Master Joe's house, he had me write an affirmation of my slavery. I sat down to write thinking it might take some time to complete, but the words flowed out of me pretty easily. When I finished writing it, I knelt on my prayer mat and read it to Master Joe. He stated that my affirmation was acceptable and proper, but he ordered me to ditch the notepad and commit it to memory by the next morning. Now, for the first time, I would be attempting to affirm my slavery to Master Joe from memory, by heart. I waited for him to sit on his sofa. He took a sip of his morning coffee and kept the mug in his hand, resting it on his right thigh. I looked him square in the face, noted that he was ready to receive, and began: Why do I bow and serve? Why do I live and love? Why do I walk and talk? Why do I see and think? Why do I listen and speak? Why do I eat and sleep? Why do I laugh and enjoy? Why do I? To serve my Master. I embrace my enslavement as the best life for me. Master, thank you, Master. Yes, it was simple, but it was true. When I had completed giving my affirmation, Master Joe had me remain kneeling in silence, with head bowed. I suppose he did this to let the meaning of what I had affirmed set in and nestle deep inside us both, as if it weren't already. I liked these moments. They felt delicious, and intimate. He then kicked his booted right foot out a bit, and I knew this to be an offering. "Kiss it, you lucky faggot," he stated, and so I did, many times. I kissed, slobbered and licked, and then I rubbed my cheeks against his boot. It feels great to be where one belongs. For the duration of the time I spent at Master Joe's house, this became a daily morning ritual, after which I began my assigned slave-tasks, from preparing Master's breakfast to any number of different jobs in and around his house. Master Joe, being impressed with the throne I built for Master Matt, even selected a simple throne design and ordered me to build it. Master Joe didn't live within walking distance of a hardware store, so he didn't completely outfit me as his pack mule. Rather, he placed the hoof boots on me and tightly secured my bit so that I was mute. He then placed blinders on my head such that I could only see in a very limited forward direction. Finally, he placed my mule tail where it belongs and secured a simple leather-strap device around my waist and groin to make sure the plug stayed securely up my ass. He owned a pick up truck and had me ride shotgun, which wasn't easy for me as I was sitting directly on my tail. Upon arriving at the big national chain hardware store, Master Joe had me stay seated in his truck until he came around to the passenger side, opened the door, and then placed a short, meter-long lead to my nose ring. "Come," he ordered me out of his truck. I stepped out and immediately placed my wrists behind my back. "Good," said Master Joe, and off we walked across the parking lot and into the store. Master Joe ordered me to select one of those big, flat lumber carts. He let go of the lead in my nose and allowed it to just dangle, as I used my slave hands to push the cart around the store. I don't think many paid much attention to a man and his naked slave walking through the aisles of the store, but, while we were in the lumber department, I heard some men speak of how humiliating it must be for me to be paraded around the store collared and tailed, but I didn't really understand them. I felt pride in being who I was and how I was living, not humiliated. Somewhere during Master's rounds through the aisles of the store I noticed I had a full erection. It had sprung up without me thinking of anything erotic and without me noticing. I just felt good, energetic, full of life. Master Joe, after a few minutes, noticed also. He nodded his head in approval but said nothing. I had come to learn that Master Joe believes a slave should always be erect, to give physical evidence to the gratitude, happiness, worship and general positive energy of the enslaved. He says a slave erection has nothing to do with sex or sexual appetite. As we rounded a corner to get to the next aisle, a kid, perhaps 16, saw me with my erection and simply said, "Good slave!" as he continued walking on by. After all my years of enslavement, I still feel the satisfaction of being accepted for who and how I am. I like being a good slave, and I liked having the kid notice. It helped me feel at peace in my slave heart. About midway down that same aisle I heard a man say, "You ought to stick a flag at the end of that thing!" He was about the same age as Master Joe, and I noticed he was addressing Master Joe as he quickly pointed a finger toward my erection. "Hey, I'm serious," he continued. "You can buy them at The Slave Center, in the equine section. They're called pony flags." "Really? This must be something new. I've never heard of them." "Yeah, pretty new, within the last couple of years, maybe. It comes with a flag pole and a flag made with a design of your choosing. If you're going to let your slave walk around sticking up like that, you may as well have it wave a flag. At least then you'd be getting some use out of it." "Thanks, I'll check it out." We continued on our way down the aisle. Master Joe shopped for about an hour. By the time we reached the check-out area, my erection was at half mast. I put all his items on the counter and Master Joe paid. I loaded all his items in the back of his truck, and he drove us home. I unloaded his purchases into his garage, and then Master Joe said, "Slave, since you are properly outfitted, go and mow my lawns, front and back." "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master." Some readers may remember the old push mowers. Just a rotary of blades and powered by a human pushing it. Back in the corner of Master Joe's shed and not used for years, was not a push mower, but a pull mower. This is the one Master Joe wanted me to use. I brought it out to the lawn and Master Joe hooked me up to it. First, he removed my bit and placed a different one in. This one had attachments that led back to the mower. It also connected to the harness that Master Joe strapped on me, with leads that attached back to the mower. The harness held my wrists at the small of my back. All I had to do was move like a mule to pull the thing across his lawns and complete my assigned tasks. My blinders were still on, as were my hoof boots, and my tail flowed from my asshole. I don't know if I became erect while mowing Master Joe's lawns, but I may have, as I was pleased to be outdoors and to be serving him. It was Sunday afternoon and Master Joe's nephew, known to me as Master Kevin, came home after being out with some friend or other for part of the day. He came out the back door and watched me mowing for a bit and then went back inside. I suppose he confirmed something about my performance with Master Joe, for Master Kevin soon appeared outside again, this time with a cane in his right hand. He walked out onto the lawn and, before I even saw him approaching, grabbed ahold of the reins that went from my bit back to the mower. He pulled me to a halt. His face came right up next to mine, as, with my hoof boots on, I was nearly as tall as he is. He didn't seem too happy. "Let's stop this nonsense right now, slave." He gathered up my tail and pulled it high to my shoulders. I couldn't see, but he was apparently able to loop the tail into some strap or other and leave my tail secured there, high and out of the way of my ass cheeks and thighs. "This is what lazy slaves get." He had grabbed hold of my reins again and then proceeded to rapid fire several strikes of his cane across my buttocks. I couldn't move away, as he had a firm hold of the reins and there was a mower attached to me, but I could sort of wiggle and jump under the strikes. "Hold still, faggot, and stick your slave ass out. Hold completely still and take it, like the good slave you usually are." I settled and held my ass out for him to strike. "That's it. That's a better slave. You know you deserve this." He rained down several more blows of his cane across my ass, which I continued to hold up and out so that it gave Master Kevin an easy target and demonstrated my acceptance of his authority, presenting my slave ass as the proper place for his cane to strike. But my upper thighs made easy targets, too, and Master Kevin began striking these as well. One thing I had learned about Master Kevin in the few days that I had known him is that he, just like his Uncle Joe, is a very no-nonsense kind of master. He is very strict and holds a very high bar to which a slave must perform, or else. It seems he doesn't want a slave to get away with anything. Thank goodness! I was already very fond of Master Kevin and hated to displease him. The blows came to an end, and Master Kevin stated, quite firmly, "You've got to remember to hop to it, faggot. You're not here for a leisurely walk. If you haven't worked up a good sweat, I know you're not working hard enough. Now move! You know your masters deserve better than what you're giving." He gave my slave ass one last swat with his cane, very hard, and wow did it burn. I wanted to say, "Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master," but with the bit in my mouth it all came out a mumble. But I took off with that mower behind me and pulled it with a renewed sense of purpose. I knew I was doing right when my cock became hard. Master Kevin noticed and said, "See, slave, I know what makes a faggot happy! Now keep moving and don't slow down!" As quickly as I could, I moved across the lawn and effectively pulled the rotary lawn mower, with Master Kevin standing on the patio and watching me, cane in one hand and a beer in the other. When I had made my last lap across the lawn, Master Kevin walked over to me and attached a leash to my nose ring. Without a word, he led me toward Master Joe's tool shed. He undid the various clips and straps and removed my harness and bit. As usual, I wriggled my jaw around, as it needed some stretching after being constrained by a bit for so long. "Kneel," he uttered before he left to place the mule tack in their proper storage places. I knelt. He returned and stood right in front of me, all 6'4" of him. He drew his large hand under my chin and lifted my face so that I was gazing into his. It is in moments like this that I feel utter contentment with my fate. I could feel the large plug up my ass and the tail which flowed from it, and my ass and thighs radiated with the heat of the caning he had just given me. I knew I must be sporting several welts back there. When I looked up at Master Kevin, all I could see was the greatness of mankind and the goodness and beauty of a man. I inhaled a long and soothing breath. Oh, how I love kneeling before a good man. He hadn't said anything, so I concluded he was waiting for me to inform him of something. "Master, thank you, Master, for ensuring that I serve you properly, Master. This slave understands that it is to serve you in full at all times, Master. Thank you for helping this slave achieve the level of service you deserve and which I'm obliged to give you, Master." He looked down on me and didn't say a word, but I could tell he was satisfied, for now. He undid his fly, took out his large cock, and held it out to me. I took the head of it in my mouth and sealed my lips around it. He gifted me with his piss. I sucked down the calming elixir with great satisfaction. When he was finished and had put his cock back in his pants, I said, "Master, thank you, Master. It's always a great honor to receive your piss, Master." ------------ Unbeknownst to me, Master Joe and Master Kevin had worked together yesterday to develop a kind of slave report card, a daily self-evaluation that I was to fill out each evening and not only turn in but also report aloud to my masters. The slave evaluation form they had prepared was a combination of pertinent service areas that Master Joe remembers from the evaluation form he used back when he had a slave of this own and parts of sample slave evaluation forms Master Kevin reviewed during a Slave Center workshop he had recently attended. Master Kevin allowed me to get my fill of water from my outdoor water bowl as he called Master Joe to join him out on the patio. When the two men were settled in their usual patio chairs, Master Joe simply said to me, "Slave mat," and motioned that I was to place it at their feet, which were somewhat splayed out in front of them both in a fine example of man-spreading. I retrieved my mat and placed it right before them. I got to my knees and immediately crawled forward just enough to kiss the tips of their boots. Then, I knelt up tall and proud, chest out, pain nubs on full display, hands firmly where they belong. I looked straight ahead and said firmly, "Masters, thank you, Masters! Ready to serve, Masters!" There they sat, in all their clothed glory, with only Master Joe being shirtless in the summer warmth. I, on the other hand, was naked, wearing only my collar, wrist and ankle cuffs and a 3-inch ball stretcher, plus the giant slave ring in my nose. I truly gloried in the distinctions between man and slave. Master Joe and Master Kevin spoke quietly with each other for a few moments such that I could not quite make out what they were saying. Probably just small talk. I, as their slave, remained kneeling and waiting for their next communication to me, the only one I ever need care about. Again, my cock showed my happiness as it rose. Finally, the men turned their attention toward me. This is when I found out they had developed a slave evaluation form that they intended to use for the duration of my stay with them. "Slave," Master Joe began, "how are you doing?"
 I was somewhat surprised by the question but answered, "Master, fine, Master." "Fine in how you feel or fine in how well you serve your Masters?" "Uh, Masters, fine in both ways, Masters?" I answered without confidence. 
"We're not too sure about that, and it doesn't seem you're too sure, either," stated Master Joe. He looked me in the eyes and said, "Slave, we have something new here. We're going to document your service with daily evaluations. Everyday we are going to know if your have served us fully and appropriately or not. After all, it's your one duty in life, and you ought to be good at it." He took a sip of his beer and went on. "We considered a long evaluation form, but since you've been a reasonably successful slave for over 10 years, we figured we can use an abbreviated one. Your Master Kevin and I came up with 3 main areas of your service we are concerned with and a simple PASS/FAIL kind of evaluation. Either you appropriately embrace a particular area of your required service, or you are not good enough and fail in that service. Master Joe had a large touchscreen monitor on his patio table. He turned it more toward me so that the men and their slave could all see. "And this is it. Everyday, right after you have cleaned up after dinner, you will self-evaluate in these 3 areas: protocol, effort and obedience/attitude. For every 24-hour period, you will state whether you embraced your slavery, and thus succeeded in service, or that you were not a good enough slave and failed." "That's right, slave. It's easy," chimed in Master Kevin. "You will come to this table after you finish serving us dinner every evening. You will place your slave mat right here up close to the table, and you will use this touch screen to record your answers. We, as your masters, will record our own answers." "After you have logged in your own answers, you will come to one of us, kneel and kiss at least one foot, and state that you are ready for your daily evaluation. Is that clear and easy, faggot?"

"Masters, yes, Masters. Thank you, Masters." My Daily Slave Evaluation had these areas for rating: Protocol: Fully Embraced or Not Good Enough/Failed Effort: Fully Embraced or Not Good Enough/Failed Obedience/Attitude: Fully Embraced or Not Good Enough/Failed All during my preparation of their dinner, I, of course, contemplated my new evaluation form. Why was it needed? I have been a slave for several years, and I was a good slave, was I not? How had I performed since arriving here at Master Joe's house? What would happen if I was not good enough, even in one category of my slavery? I knew very well that Master Joe intended to further my journey to a more total slavery, and I supposed this was one technique he was ready to employ. After cleaning up the kitchen, I moved to the touchscreen monitor and viewed my new slave evaluation form. Protocol? I always followed all protocol, as I had been trained to do, didn't I? Sure I did. I marked Fully Embraced. Effort? Uh-oh. Master Kevin caned my ass because I was not giving enough effort to mowing Master Joe's lawn. I hated to do it, but I marked Not Good Enough - Failed. Lastly, Obedience/Attitude. I remembered my training at The Slave Center and recounted that obedience, in the way many Masters use the term, is not the same as compliance, not the same as simply following orders. Rather, it is living in sync with the master's will, aligning the slave will to the master's will and accepting the master's will as its own, such that master and slave seem to have the same will. Often, when the slave is the right match for the master, the slave does not even need a verbal order from its master. Rather, the slave can just know his order from within, from its own inner voice. But why did my masters include attitude in this category? I supposed because one cannot obey without having the right attitude, the right lack of resistance, the right openness to and acceptance of the truth. I gave myself a Fully Embraced. Thus, I was Not Good Enough in only one category, and that hurt me emotinally. I wondered what kind of punishment I might receive for my failure. I found Master Kevin, kissed his boot, and informed him that I was ready to report my slave self-evaluation. Back out on the patio, Master Joe ordered me to move my slave mat back away from the table, so that the two masters and myself could view the screen together. I knelt on my mat in a standard slave kneeling position, and then I became teary-eyed. My failure hurt. I felt embarrassed to have my master's see the Not Good Enough - Fail evaluation under Effort. I read out my evaluation to them and justified my ratings. "Very good, slave," Master Joe announced. "Master Kevin and I came up with our own combined evaluation, as we told you we'll do every night, and here it is." He brought it up on the monitor, and I was shocked. For all three categories, my masters had marked Not Good Enough - Fail. My breath caught, and normal breathing did not easily return. Rather, I began to cry in earnest, and then sob. How could I have disappointed my masters like this? How could I endure them seeing me as such a failure? I had no words and no clear thoughts, only my tears. "Good slave. Cry it out. Go ahead," Master Joe said. "You earned those tears with your own failures. You have reason to cry, for being a weak slave." When my sobs subsided enough to that I could talk, I said, "I deserve to be punished, Masters. Please punish me, Masters!" I said this from my heart, but my mind was reeling in fear of the punishments they could devise. "No, slave, we're not going to punish you. You do that to yourself well enough. What we seek is improvement, so you need to be mindful of how you are going to improve as a slave, as the useful creature you should be." As my tears dried, I pulled myself up in a more appropriate faggot kneeling position, with my face held up with pride and my whole countenance one of properly alert attitude, or so I believed. And as I knelt there, still shaky from my tears and heavy sobbing, my cock became fully erect. So there I was, with sex and eroticism far from my consciousness, kneeling naked in front of two Masters, and yet my cock was raging hard. Why? "Good slave. Your cock knows who you are. Let it speak," Master Joe offered. Master Joe seemed quite present in the moment and ready to share the wisdom attained from years of experience in dealing with slaves. "Slave, you don't need punishment. You need greater self-acceptance." "Master, yes, Master?" "Did you surrender yourself, as a wannabe slave, to The Slave Center because of punishment? If you did, then you surrendered yourself for the wrong reason. No, you surrendered yourself in slavery out of self-acceptance, out of the self-realization that you are a true faggot that needs to live as a piece of property, as a slave." He paused for a moment and then leaned forward a bit. "All we want to do is elevate you in what you truly are: a slave." He paused again, perhaps a little longer this time, and my breathing began to normalize. Then, he went on: "Yes, you will improve, but not due to punishment. Does a slave embrace protocol because of punishment? Does a slave show full effort, obedience and proper attitude due to fear of punishment? No! A slave must embrace, of its own accord, the reality of what it's meant to be in life, of what it's most suited for. And no punishment can cause this embrace. Only self-acceptance can, and self-love." And, somewhat slowly, what he was saying became clear to me: my journey to total slavery is really my own journey to my self. It's a journey toward greater self-actualization. If I just allow myself to be, without my brain getting in my own way, I will journey into a fuller slavery and, probably, earn a better evaluation from my Masters. Yes! I had started to feel the presence of a light, of a successful way to go, but the young and not yet wise Master Kevin clumsily, youthfully, broke in. "You're not good enough, slave!" Master Joe, perhaps concerned about what Master Kevin, who was not exactly wise at age 19, might say, leaned way forward, put his face a few inches from mine, and looked me in the eyes, deeply, thoroughly, searchingly. "We demand what we deserve, and that is you, the real you. Don't you think we should get what we deserve?" "Master, yes, Master. Absolutely, Master." "Then, what are you going to do from now on?"

"Master, be a better slave, as appropriate for you both, Masters." "Good. And how can we help?" I took a few moments to think, but then I said, "Let me know when I am not being all I should be, Sirs. Please, Masters." "We can do that, slave. We will do that. Did it help when Master Kevin caned you for not mowing the lawn with the proper effort that we deserve, and that you deserve?" "Master, yes, Master!" Master Joe was not so close to my face anymore, so I looked over to Master Kevin, still seated in his patio chair but more upright and attentive than before, and I said, "Master Kevin, thank you, Master Kevin, for helping your slave be a better slave. Thank you, Master!" Master Joe continued, "And what is the only thing you should ever be, slave? Tell us." "Masters, a slave, Masters," I answered. "Right, at total slave. And what is a total slave?" Master Joe kept the dialog going. "Masters, a slave that is nothing but a slave, at all times of everyday, Masters. One that lives its life in total obedience and servitude, Masters, constantly and only, Masters." "Well said, slave. That's right. And are you a total slave? "Master, yes, Masters." "How do you know?" "Masters, I feel it, Masters. I feel it in my heart and in every molecule, Masters. And look at my faggot cock, Masters. It has never been so hard, Masters, and it is the most reliable truth barometer I know of, Masters! It tells me I am feeling my truth, Masters." "I see that. Very good. And are you ready to improve and be the total slave you believe yourself to be?" "Masters, yes, Masters. Very much so, Masters. I yearn for it, Masters." "Then how do you become it? What are you going to do for slave-improvement?" A floodgate within me was now open and I flowed with answers. "Worship you, Masters. Worship you often and purely, Sirs. Be attentive at all times to the needs and desires of my Masters. Just let myself be, without hesitations or hang ups, Masters. Just live as I truly am, Masters, a faggot born to worship, serve, grovel, honor, obey and live for its Masters. Forsake everything but obedient service, Masters. I will become service, Masters. I am service. I am obedience, Masters. That's what I am, Masters. I devote myself to my total slavery, Masters. A fully attentive and obedient slave, Masters. Please and thank you, Masters. You are right, Master Joe, I am a total slave. That's how I was born. That's how I'm made, Masters. Please allow this slave to serve with its life, Masters. Please. I beg of you, Lords. Allow me to be your total slave and serve you with all that I am, Masters. In slavery I am real, Masters." "You already are our total slave, legally. We own you, or at least my nephew Master Matt does. You are a piece of property, and we simply demand that you live as such. We will accept nothing else. Your job is to show us that you accept and love what you are: our slave. Embrace it. Embrace that you are property. Embrace that you are servitude and obedience. Embrace that you have no personal rights. Let your obedience satisfy your slave soul. Obedience is what it craves. Embrace your obedience and give it to us. It's legally ours anyway." Master Kevin listened to all this and finally cut in with, "Just be a good faggot," as if that is all that ever needed to be said. Perhaps he was right. Master Joe was now sitting with his torso leaning forward and his forearms resting just behind his knees, leaving his hands to sort of drape deliciously in front of me. I moved forward slightly, now on all fours, and kissed the back of his right hand. "Master, thank you, Lord Master." I uttered with sincerity. Master Kevin, apparently appreciating this, leaned forward and offered the back of his right hand to me. I kissed it lightly, reverently. "Master, thank you, Lord Master." "Yeah! That's the way it should be!" Master Kevin expressed enjoyment of his role as master. Master Joe sat upright again, patted his leg, just above the knee, softly ordering me to rest my head there. I put my cheek on his leg and let my body relax, setting the side of my ass on the patio and grabbing onto Master Joe's leg with both arms, sort of hugging him, a very loving position for me to be in and for Master Joe to invite and accept. Master Joe ran a hand over my scalp. "It's okay, slave. You'll improve. You'll get to where you need to be. Growth is just a part of life. I'm sure you'll get better at embracing every aspect of your slavery. It's the only thing left for you to do. Just let yourself become more of what you already are: a legally owned slave," he said softly. "We're just letting you know that we not only accept who you are, we like what you are and appreciate it. We like it so much we demand it and seek full ownership over it." People don't often talk of the intimacy of slavery, but I sure feel it, and often. These moments with Master Joe were some of the most intimate I experienced while staying at his house. I loved the moments I spent in his care. I think he enjoyed it, too. Master Kevin, on the other hand, being a horny and not all that mature 19 year old, didn't seem to notice that Master Joe and I had had a moment together. The tender moments with Master Joe were coming to an end by the time Master Kevin stood up, dropped his pants, and turned his bare ass toward me, saying, "Here, I'll give you the chance to be yourself, faggot." He even spread his cheeks for me. I didn't hesitate. Why should I? Admiring the beauty of his round and firm man ass, I got up from my position with Master Joe and brought my nose to his glorious ass crack. I took a deep whiff, and my heart warmed. I took another whiff, and another. Ah, did his musk smell good to me! So satisfying. I buried my face in his ass crack and began to lick with great enthusiasm. His asshole was so delicious. Why go on vacation anywhere when all one has to do is spend time in such a fantastic place as a good man's asshole? I slurped and sucked at his hole, and it is hard to describe how totally satisfying it felt to me. I could only hope that Master Kevin received pleasure from allowing me to kiss an lick his asshole. But all good things must come to an end. Master Kevin suddenly stood up straight, saying, "That's enough, faggot," and pulled his pants back on. I moved back to my slave mat and returned to the standard slave kneeling position. I said, "Masters, thank you, Master. This slave is ready to serve, Masters." To which Master Joe said, "See, that's it right there, faggot. You just demonstrated how you have not fully embraced protocol." Master Joe wanted to take the time right then and there to teach me what he expects. "Slave, your job is not to just follow protocol and blandly utter things. You must embrace protocol and show that you fully live up to it. So, think about it a second, about how you only gave lip service to protocol." I tried to process what Master Joe said. I raised my torso and moved my chest out, thus attaining a more formal and strict slave present posture. "That's better," Master Joe confirmed, "and now what does a slave say? Try it again." I hesitated only a moment before bellowing out, in military fashion, "Masters, yes, Masters, thank you, Masters. Your slave is ready to serve, Masters." It took some energy to speak in this way, as it required a pulling up of energy from deep within, but, strangely it felt good and right and seemed to bring meaning to the words I spoke. "Ah, much better, slave," Master Joe even smiled a bit. "Try it one more time, a little better still. Come on, show us you're ready to be what you are." I took a quick breath, put my pain nubs out further still, and firmly, with strong volume and conviction, proclaimed, "Masters, yes, Masters, thank you, Masters. Your slave is ready to serve, Masters." "There you go, slave! That will earn you a positive evaluation tomorrow, if you keep it up. Well done. That's what we expect, and that's what's good for you!" "Masters, thank you, Masters! Thank you very much, Masters!" I stated equally as firmly and with teary eyes, made so out of appreciation and satisfaction. "Now, like I said, don't waver from addressing us in this way and you may pass your evaluation for protocol tomorrow. Remember, all you've really got to do is just embrace who and what you are. Everything will follow from there." "Masters, thank you, Masters! Thank you, Masters!" "That's it. Just love yourself, and be yourself. We'll appreciate you for exactly what you are, faggot." Quietly to myself, I worried some about having to speak out like this always, but I had to admit that it created a change within me. How could I hide my slavery even from myself if I spoke out in this way? Speaking in this way seemed to demonstrate my subservience and make me feel more confident, self-accepting, and even full of pride and power. I don't know if my cock got hard, but I knew that whether it became hard or not did not matter in the least. A slave cock is perhaps best left ignored, even from consciousness, at least at times. Master Joe had decided that it was time for me to write in my slave journal and to make my report to Master Matt. When he told me to go and take care of these duties, I very confidently and appropriately replied, "Master, yes, Master! Thank you, Master!" Ah, that felt good. -------------------- After 90 minutes or so, once I had completed writing in my slave journal and e-reporting to my Master Matt, I returned to Master Joe's living room to find Master Joe and Master Matt near the end of movie. I knelt at the side of the room and did not disturb them. When their movie ended and they rose from their seats, they turned toward the kitchen and noticed me kneeling at the edge of the living room. "Masters! Yes, Masters! Thank you, Masters! Your slave is ready to serve you, Masters!" I said in my new fashion, oozing conviction. "Good, slave," Master Joe said nonchalantly, taking my improved embrace of protocol in stride. After all, I was the one to improve, not him. My masters ignored me for a few minutes and spoke between themselves. I began to listen in as Master Joe spoke: "Master Kevin, let's talk a moment." The two men sat at the kitchen table, and Master Joe began: I'm sure you learned at your Slave Center mastery workshops that slavery these days is not about punishment and reward. Rather, it's about each participant accepting their own role and the responsibilities that come with that role. So, for you, being a master, you will retain many responsibilities which you will learn and handle over time. With a slave that is a slave by nature, then punishment doesn't work as well as encouragement. I've found that what faggot-slaves want as much as anything is to be seen and accepted as they truly are. No punishment is needed of that. So, and here is the distinction I am leading to: I don't punish slaves, but I do regularly discipline them, and sometimes rather severely." Master Kevin must have looked a little confused, for Master Joe said, "Just let me go on. I think you'll get it." And so Master Joe went on: "BDSM is something most faggot-slaves crave, not for something they did wrong, but for who they are and for the lives they need to live. Their lives make sense to them, and somehow come together in a holistic sense, under the guidance of a man with a whip, so to speak, and I am only too happy to oblige. Does that make sense?" "Yeah, I guess," answered Master Kevin. "So, if a slave fucks up, it doesn't get punished?" "Well, I guess it depends on the type of fuck up and the slave's intention and state of mind at the time of the fuck up, but normally, no. Regular discipline works. In time, you'll see." "That's hard to accept, because I want to beat its ass when it isn't good enough." "Well, it's not just about what you want. Yeah, I understand your inclination, but masters have to grow, too. And you'll come to find that you'll have a better and more natural slave with regular discipline rather than with use of reward and punishment. That's my experience anyway, and it's what The Slave Center promotes. You see, use of reward and punishment is based on what slaves do. Discipline is based on what slaves are." I couldn't see the men where they sat, but I imagine Master Joe paused to give a long look at his nephew, wondering how well he had understood or taken his message to heart. Master Kevin, being only 19, replied with a short, "Yeah, okay." Master Joe went on: "Well, in my experience, a slave is a better slave when it totally accepts its true nature and seeks to fulfill that nature. Punishment doesn't promote that. Invitation and acceptance do. And I can't tell you how many times, in my early days of mastery, a slave fucked up on purpose because he wanted to be punished. The manipulative little shits! Topping from the bottom. Experience now tells me that these slaves did not want to be punished, but were seeking the regular discipline they deserve. Anyway, our slave here is going to be disciplined, perhaps daily while it's here, because that's what a faggot deserves, just for being a faggot. A slave needs to know that it can't escape discipline no matter how well it performs as a slave. In fact, the discipline can serve as its reward, as its just desserts, for being a good slave. It learns that what it needs and deserves in life is to belong and serve, and regular discipline shows that its masters know and accept that, too. A faggot accepts that it deserves its slavery, just for being what it is, and that we, as actual men, accept what the faggot needs and are quite ready to provide it: a full and disciplined slavery. So, let's get started." I had listened to all this while kneeling at the edge of the room, and it did cause me some apprehension. What kind of discipline was I in for? I didn't have time to wonder for long, as Master Joe wheeled out a strange piece of furniture, or bondage table, or whatever it was. He set it in the middle of his spacious living room and motioned for Master Kevin to join him in retrieving their slave. The two men, one about 50 and still shirtless, with his hairy chest calling for my worship, and Master Kevin, young, tall, handsome and athletic, stood before me and waited. I figured out what I needed to do pretty quickly and, in my new vigorous manner of speaking to them, firmly, loudly and clearly declared, "Masters, thank you, Masters. Your slave is ready to serve you, Masters!" "As you are required to be, slave," said Master Joe as he motioned for me to stand. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and both he and Master Kevin led me to the odd piece of furniture now in the middle of the room. He explained to his nephew that it was an old slave device he obtained years ago and hadn't used since he had to sell his previous slave. He ordered me to get situated in it as he sort of pushed me toward it. The main parts supporting my weight were under my thighs, as well as the very basic back and head rests. My masters strapped my thighs in place, as well as my torso. But my ass hung totally out, with no support at all. My back and thighs supported all my weight. And my legs were spread out wide, leaving my balls, with the 3-inch ball stretcher, to hang freely and heavily. Next, leads were connected to my ankle restraints, holding my feet well into the air. Similarly, leads were attached to my wrist restraints, securing my hands out wide from my shoulders. Then, mitts were place over my hands, effectively turning them into paws. Next, Master Joe clipped the back of my collar to the headrest, such that I could not move my head much. Then, he handed Master Kevin something and told him to do the honors. Master Kevin approached and inserted my pack mule bit into my mouth, making sure the tongue plate held my tongue down tightly. He fastened the whole thing securely behind my neck. Then he added a strap I had never had before. It came from the back side of the bit strap, went over the top of my scalp, and ended with two hooks in my nostrils. Thus, not only did I have a giant 2-inch snout ring hanging down from my septum, now I had two hooks in my nostrils pulling in an upward direction. Master Joe then went over to the front entryway of his house and picked up something from the floor there. I was surprised to see that he had my mule hoof boots. He handed one to Master Kevin, and the men put them on my feet, even though they were up in the air and I obviously wasn't going to walk anywhere. I felt confused until Master Joe came close to my ear and whispered, "Animal. Just an animal. Born to serve. Beast of burden. Just an animal." Master Joe then retrieved another item, I know not from where. He handed one to Master Kevin. Then, the two men were at my sides, one at each pain nub. They attached powerful tit clamps such that I tried to scream out from behind my bit. I squirmed and shook with the intensity of the clamps, but I had nowhere to go and nothing to say. I watched as Master Joe and Master Kevin attached leads to the nipple clamps that went up and away from my body and ran over pulleys in the ceilings. On the other end of each lead they attached a ball weight. I don't know the actual weight of each ball, but I know they pulled my nips taut such that they hurt with each movement of my body. So, I determined to remain calm and still, but it wasn't easy. "Oh, I almost forgot," Master Joe suddenly stated. He stepped out of my vision for a moment and came back with my mule tail. I caught of glimpse of the butt plug, and it was larger than any I had had in my ass before. As I described, my ass was just hanging out, totally open and available. Master Joe stood between my widespread legs, lubed my asshole with his fingers, and then began to insert the large plug. "Relax, slave. It's going in no matter what you do, so you may as well find a way to enjoy it. I know you will!" And he seemed to smile warmly at me, like he was being kind to me. Perhaps he was. "Do you deserve this?" he asked me. "Masters, yes, Masters." I mumbled from being the bit in my mouth. "Yes, because you're a faggot, and this is what faggots deserve just for living." 
He paused as he pushed the plug a little harder. "What else does a faggot deserve?" He knew I could not really answer, and so he supplied the answer for me. "To be enslaved and to serve with all the life energy it has, constantly. There is no life for a faggot outside of full slavery. Embrace your truth faggot. Embrace it, and you will be happy. We're here to help you. We're here to help you be more of what you are." I wanted to hug them both, but I was securely bound. My pain nubs were stretched out far from my chest, as the clamps held their firm grip. But somehow I was breathing more easily, and everything started to feel... so right. My asshole relaxed and then was stretched beyond anything, and in plopped the butt plug. My tail hung to the floor. "Good faggot. Doesn't that feel good?" Master Joe questioned rhetorically. So, there I was. What else could they do with me now? Soon, I found out, and I discovered why the leads attached to the clamps on my pain nubs pulled each toward either side of my body. The Masters wanted the center of my chest open and available. Master Joe stood between my outspread legs. He held a light flogger, but I soon found out it carried quite a sting. He flung it right between my nips. "Your heart, slave. Give us your heart." He flung the device again. "We already own it. So let it go, all the way." He flung the flogger again and again. Its tails spread out across my chest, creating both pain and incredible warmth. I began to experience a love-hate relationship with the flogger and with Master Joe. Master Joe then began to move to my belly. He strike left my stomach red, and welts soon arose. He threw the flogger relatively lightly over my cock, and then firmly struck my hips and sides and the fronts and insides of my thighs, right into the groin. Over and over again. "Property, slave. This body is not yours. It's ours. Not yours. Ours. All slave. All faggot. All legal property. Chattel. An animal born to serve men. Let it be, slave, because you know its true, and it's what makes you happy." On and on he went. I writhed with some of the heavier strikes, but I soon learned that if I did then the clamps on my nubs were pulled this way and that, causing intense sensations. So, I tried again to still myself, and in a short time I was successful. I relaxed under the throws of his flogger. I embraced each strike as the right and just thing for me, just for being alive, just for being a faggot. I'm a slave, just as I should be, and I was learning to better embrace my masters and what they provide for me. And then everything turned to warmth, even glory, or bliss. "Invite it, slave. You know you deserve this. You know it's good for you, because you want to be a better slave. Invite what Master gives you. Invite it. And let yourself belong, in order to serve, totally." He may have said more, but it didn't matter to me anymore. I was just receiving the strikes of the flogger, to the center of my chest, to my torso, my belly, my pelvic region, my inner thighs and groin. I must have been truly glowing red, for I sure felt the heat. "This isn't punishment, slave. This is to let you know we seek a disciplined faggot that lives in total and appropriate servitude," Master Joe offered. Finally, at some point, Master Joe finished throwing his flogger. He stepped up close to my crotch. I could feel his blue jeans against my balls, stretched down heavily. He laid the palm of his right hand on the center of my chest, softly, lovingly, masterfully. "Mine," he stated. "Mine." I looked up at his face and now felt only love and respect. Oh, how I wanted to worshipfully serve him. It was in my blood. I had known for years that I was born to be a slave, but now, somehow, I knew it even more. After several minutes of peaceful aftercare, with Master Kevin mostly just standing off to the side, with his hand on his crotch and rubbing, Master Joe reached toward my asshole and began to pull the butt plug tail out, which was no easy job, given its girth, but come out it did. Oh that emptiness! How can a faggot deal with all that emptiness? Master Joe moved away from me and placed the butt plug tail somewhere or other. I knew I'd be cleaning it in the morning. Upon returning to my body, Master Joe waved Master Kevin over, and the two removed the clamps on my tits. Wow, what a sensation, when tit clamps are removed! Then, for a glorious moment, each master took one of my pain nubs in hand and squeezed and held firmly. Ah, the joys of being slave, with these two beautiful men giving me their energy. Master Kevin looked over to his uncle, lightened his grip on my pain nub, and asked, "Can I use the slave now?" "Yeah, sure. Go ahead. I'll watch." Before he stepped aside, Master Joe adjusted the bondage device that held me so that I was leaning further back. This adjustment also placed my ass out, rather than downward, in a more convenient position for anyone to access it. Master Kevin took off his pants and stood naked between my legs. His beautiful fat 9-inches stood tall and straight. The young, you know, sometimes all they can think to do is fuck. He brought his massive cock to my ass and easily pushed it in. Since I had had the large plug in for a long time, my hole was well stretched. Master Kevin tried to fuck but soon said my hole was too loose. "No matter," said Master Joe, and he went to get something out of his supply room. He handed it to Master Kevin and said, "Put this on." It was a black penis sleeve that didn't extend the length of Master Kevin's already large penis, but it did make it about as thick as his wrist or forearm, about the girth of the plug that had just been up my ass. Master Kevin happily put the sleeve on and jerked himself a bit with it. "Hey, this feels good. My cock slips around inside just right!" He brought the tip of the sleeve, with his cock inside, to my hole. He began to slip it inside me, and even though the hole was already stretched, it wasn't easy. But Master Kevin was determined and firm. "Open up my hole, faggot. I know it fits!" I took a good deep breath, tried to relax, and the thing slipped past my sphincter. Ah, such glory! Soon Master Kevin was fucking me in his youthful earnest, pounding my ass to the hilt with his enlarged cock. What a beautiful sight and feeling! The great Master Kevin fucking my ass with a huge thick sleeve on his cock! He pounded away, and I squirmed as little as I could, what with all parts of my body bound. All I could to is embrace the tool in my ass and the man putting it there, repeatedly. In and out, in and out, he went. He took glee in pulling the entire thing out of my ass only to shove it right back in again, and again. I embraced it, took glee in it, too. What faggot fun! Master Kevin kept pounding my ass but now had both my pain nubs in his hands. He squeezed hard, twisted and pulled. Master Joe suddenly appeared at my side. He leaned over and put his face close to mine. "It makes you happy to serve us, slave. You love to serve us, slave. You want nothing else but to serve us, slave. It's what you live for, slave. You're a faggot. An animal. And you live to serve us. Totally." Master Kevin continued to hold on tightly to my tender pain nubs as he thrusted his giant sleeved cock into my ass again and again and again. Master Joe, having delivered his message to me, had backed away and was out of my range of vision. Soon, Master Kevin was nearing orgasm. He pumped and pumped and pumped. Sweat was pouring off his whole body. He was loving it, and did he finally let fly! His groans were loud, almost shouts. His mouth opened wide and his body shook and writhed in the awesome power of a man's orgasm. All my ass could do was take it. He then rested for a couple minutes, with his sleeved cock still up my ass. When he had regained a more natural kind of breathing, he pulled out from my ass, leaving me to miss his presence. That emptiness! What is a faggot to do about that? Master Kevin sure seemed satiated. His body glistened in his sweat, and I could hardly imagine a sight more beautiful. He glanced toward his uncle, who I could now see standing a bit off to the side. Master Kevin smiled at him, removed the cock sleeve, and proclaimed, loudly, firmly, like I had been taught to do in protocol: "God, I love faggots!"

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Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2024 17:59:53 +0000 From: Jesse Hunter Subject: Delmore ch 4 Please remember to donate to Nifty... Delmore, Chapter Four Officer Lincoln led me into Dorm B. For the second time in my 12-hour shift, I was being led naked and cuffed into a prisoner dorm by a Superior Black Man. This dorm looked drastically different. It was dark. Lit about as well as a dive bar would be at night. I saw quite a few stations in the open area that I wasn't sure about. Each one (that was occupied) had a white boy tied to it while being sexually tortured by a Black Man. Some were moaning from pleasure and some yelping in pain. I recognised at least one of the white boys from the shift briefing earlier in the day. He was being plowed while chained to a leather sling. I saw what looked like the witch's stocks that they used to lock people up in on courthouse squares long ago. I saw cages. And in the center of the wall was what appeared to be a painting of our state flag. For those that don't know it's a red saint Andrew's cross on a square white background. And of course, there was a white boy tied to that cross, being whipped by a Black Man. A Black CO watched on with a couple of other Men. I had no idea if the white boy was a CO or an inmate, but he sure looked like the other white boy that was gang raped with in the intake room. I was led to the thing that looked like witch's stocks. I later learned it was called a pillory. This one had an addition that looked like an attached table in the rear. That did make it appear a little more comfortable. Officer Lincoln took my cuffs off. He then put on leather wrist straps that had silver rings attached. The same were attached to my ankles. I thought about making a run for it. Lincoln must have sensed it. "Don't make it worse, white boy. This can be a quick lesson, or We can drag this shit out for days." I decided compliance would be best. Another CO came over to assist Him. I was bent over into the pillory with my stomach on the table and my head and hands through the stocks. My ankles were fastened to the table legs. I couldn't move. My caged clit was rubbing the edge of the table. A line of about 6-8 white COs were brought in and made to kneel facing me. Their hands were all behind their backs (I recalled that as the presenting position). The shift supervisor, Lt. Roosevelt, appeared and began to speak loud enough for everyone in the dorm to hear. "To all of the Men and bitches in this dorm: bear witness to boy jess' punishment. This little bitch was caught trying to go to the former warden for help in escaping his training. As if the warden hadn't already become a feminized slut urinal for its Black Master. " I was looking across the room to my white brothers for help. I was terrified at what might be about to happen to me. I saw the looks in their faces as they had been ordered to look at me. They were all wearing their uniform shirts, though some were not wearing pants. A few looked like they felt grief for me. A couple of them were sweaty and scared. But a couple of them looked happy. As if there was no place they would rather be. That was what I remember the most before I was blindfolded. That's when the fear really kicked in. "boy jess, you will receive 10 lashes from a cane. After each lick, you will count it and yell Sir thank You Sir. If you do not, you will receive further punishment. Do you understand, boy?" "Sir, yes Sir," I shakily replied. I remember thinking back to when my dad would whip me as a kid. I'd tell myself the pain wouldn't last forever. I'd survive. I found myself doing that again. "Officer Lincoln, begin!" I swear I could hear the cane moving through the air before it struck my back. I felt the pain resonate through my entire body. I yelped, counted one, and immediately thanked Officer Lincoln. I repeated that phrase after the second strike to my back. The next four strikes were on my ass. By then, the tears were streaming down my face. But I continued to thank my Captor for the punishment. Sir Lincoln moved the cane to the back of my legs for the next two strikes. I was wore out. Limp with pain. I miscounted the 8th strike on my leg. I panicked as I thought it would start all over but my Masters decided to apply a different punishment for my error. I felt my ankles being released. I had a false sense of hope that they were feeling sorry for me and decided to stop. That seems laughable to me now. Someone had raised one of my feet and I heard the swoosh before I felt it hit the sole of my right foot. The last two lashes on my soles were punishment for messing the count up. I'd had a lot of painful events in my life. Car accidents, broken bones, and like all cops, I'd been tased. The taser had hurt the worst. Until that cane hit my foot. I screamed. But still had the good sense to yell a painful thanks to my Captor. Then he struck the left foot. Through the shame of openly crying from the pain, I thanked Sir Lincoln for the lesson. I just thought I was broken by that point. Turns out, I had a ways to go. The pain was still very sharp all over my marked body. Lt. Roosevelt spoke again, "Now that this white boy has endured a punishment that fit his crime against us, he can now start atoning for his sin. Both of his holes are open for any Man in this room to use. The rest of you bitches, get back to work!" And with that, my ankles were chained to the table once again. Despite the pain I was enduring my dick felt like it was trying to break out of its cage. And in no time I was met with the familiar musk of a Black Dick/Balls while my face was getting fucked. I felt my plug being removed hastily and another Dick entering me from behind. I could barely move, but the pillory kept me in place to service these Men. I have no idea how many used me. It went on for what felt like hours. I know I passed out once but was revived by a painful slap to the face with an order to open my white faggot mouth. At one point I heard Officer Lincoln ordering one of the white officers to clean up my pussy with his tongue. He said he wanted it glistening clean so He could seed me too. Time passed and I was no longer being fucked at either end. But I could feel how open my ass was. And how much cum was leaking down my legs. My lips were numb and my throat was sore as fuck. No clue as to how many times I'd thrown up while deep throating. Cum and spit hung off my chin and covered my face and hair. The pain of the cane had, thankfully, subsided while I was being fucked. The strangest sensation of all was that being covered in cum, and the feeling of my wet, open hole, made my hornier than I ever had been. The smell of Their musk was imprinted on my face. The cum leaking onto my legs and nutsack was causing my dick to be really strained in its cage. Like, painfully so. Why? Why in fucks sake was this turning me on so much? My blindfold was removed. A couple of white officers had tended to me. They were rubbing a salve of some type on my wounds and then released me from the pillory and table. But not before installing another (larger) plug. The two of them grabbed a shoulder each and carried me out of there like a wounded soldier. I remember seeing another white officer being put in the pillory while still in uniform to be a two-hole cum bucket for the Black Inmates still in the dorm. I was barely conscious but this time I definitely passed out. When I regained consciousness I was in the infirmary. To be continued...

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Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2024 17:56:56 +0000 From: Jesse Hunter Subject: Delmore ch 2 (interracial section) Delmore Chapter 2 (This is probably the shortest chapter I've written so far. I'm already working on chapter 5. There's not really any sex in this one. It's setting up for the next two which are building in intensity. I hope you enjoy). Please remember to donate to Nifty. I followed the naked white officer into the break room and couldn't help but notice that he had a nice ass. Wait, was I looking at a dude's ass? And appreciating it? Have I changed this much in such a short amount of time? Clearly, Washington and His friends awakened something inside of me. The officer bent over to retrieve something out of a drawer that was low to the ground and I got a glimpse of his hole. It was gaping and there appeared to be cum around it. I wasn't really surprised to see that but I imagine my face looked shocked when he turned around with a device he said was for me. "This is your `clit cage'. The key to it will be with the shift supervisor until you are claimed. This will reinforce the fact that you only have two sex organs, your mouth and your pussy. I'm to put it on you and explain the rules before we go back out there. He rubbed some type of oil around the base and slid it around my balls and the shaft. Then he slid the shaft cover on and connected it to the base which locked together with some type of brass looking lock. He was going through the rules as he did this. "Rule number one, obey all Black Men. This might take some type of incentive at first. For most of us it was a video of how excited we got while becoming a fuck toy for the first time. But in time, this will be as natural for you as breathing. Rule number two, we are only allowed to cum when They allow it. Though you usually won't be punished if you accidentally cum while They are fucking you. Rule number three, we obviously serve the Black Men incarcerated here as well. They have limits and They answer to the Black Officers but we submit to Them as well. The white boys working here are thoroughly searched by our Black Bosses to make sure that the Black Inmates are not taking advantage of our obedience by bringing in contraband. Rule number four, you will support the BNWO. That is the Black New World Order. They rule over us white boys. In time, this will feel natural to you, just submit. This facility is one of a few experiments of BNWO and I imagine this is what the whole world will look like in time. Rule number five, the only time we should be making eye contact with Them is while sucking Their dicks. Otherwise we look at the floor unless instructed to look elsewhere. Speak only to answer Their questions. Occasionally we talk to each other. Rule number 6, know how to present yourself when ordered to do so. You will be kneeling (without resting on your legs) with your fingers interlocked behind your head. Be looking at the floor and await orders. Any questions?" I stood there naked, the cum from a couple of Black Men was still oozing out of my pussy, I mean ass. Was I already thinking of it as a pussy? Cum was drying on my face and in my hair. My lips were numb and my hole was throbbing. My wrists were still red with indentions from the cuffs. And now my dick was locked up in its "clit cage" with a lengthy rope of pre-cum hanging from it. Maybe it was after-cum. Whatever it was I was clearly still excited. But, yes, I had one glaring question in my mind. "Dude, what the fuck? How did this happen?" The part I didn't say out loud was that I was sent here to investigate a potential problem with the staff. Not to become a sex slave. I think I was asking myself this question internally as I asked him out loud. Why did I allow it to happen and enjoy it when it did? The white officer grinned as if he was remembering something fondly. At the time I was flabbergasted by his attitude toward this situation. He recounted, "My understanding is that it had already been that way with the inmates for quite some time. The COs (Corrections Officers)allowed it. At some point the Black COs decided to try punk one of the white COs. Apparently it took very little effort. I was transferred here six months ago and the whole staff had already been turned out by then. I was introduced into the BNWO pretty much the same way you were. Lt. Roosevelt (the shift commander) is thinking of collaring me and my wife." I'm sure my expression gave away my surprise at his last sentence. "Oh yes, They own her too. And if I'm being honest, when we are both serving the same Man, it's the best sex we've ever had. I'm sure you'll see what I'm saying eventually." I hadn't even thought of my wife. Yes, I realise that's an issue in and of itself. I started picturing her getting subjected to what I had just been put through and I'll be damned if it didn't turn me on a little. Or a lot. Ok, it was a lot. "Time for your cunt plug." "Huh?" "Can't be wasting any of Officer Washington's precious seed. Bend over." I saw he had produced a butt plug from that drawer. I hesitated at first but decided it was best to play along. Though I kinda felt like I was submitting to this guy and that felt wrong to me. I think if Washington was telling me to bend over I would have without hesitation. Things to ponder on later I suppose, since I was currently focused on this dude shoving something up my ass. He finished up by saying, "no need to wear underwear to work anymore. Jock straps are acceptable. " With the clit cage and the cunt plug I could not mentally escape from the physical aspect of being a bitch. I was very unhappy with the part of me that was super aroused by this. I wanted to go home so bad. I also wanted to go back out into the shift room and have my brains fucked out again. This was just my first day of this assignment. I couldn't blow my cover yet. I needed to visit the warden. Surely, he could put a stop to all of this. To be continued...

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Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2024 01:05:58 +0000 From: Jesse Hunter Subject: Delmore ch 11 Please remember to donate to Nifty so that we can continue to enjoy free work that we all enjoy sharing with each other. You can donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/. If you enjoy these stories, feel free to hit me up at [email protected] Delmore chapter 11 I woke up in the bunk room. Six other white COs were in there with me. All but one was still asleep. cumdump (conner) was sitting on his bed, staring at the wall. he looked like he could use a friend so i walked over and sat down on his bed next to him. i was starting to feel close to him since we'd both been used together. "you good buddy?" "No." "Wanna talk about it?" "i think there's something wrong with me. Why won't any of the Sirs claim me for their own? i've been kept here for months now as community property. i feel like i'm doing something wrong." The boy looked genuinely sad. Clearly, he had been completely brainwashed during his time of service here at Delmore. I had to admit this impressed the fuck out of me. They were so skilled in what They were doing that They had this boy sad that he hadn't been claimed as a Sir's property. It hadn't escaped my attention that the same was happening to me. i was still fighting it as best i could but... "How long have you been working here?" "`Bout a year. But They started taking control about 8 months ago. i was converted about 6 months ago." "Did you live in town?" "Yeah. After graduating from the DOC Academy, this was my first assignment, so i rented a place in town." "i hear it's no longer a normal town." "i consider it to be normal these days after all we've been through. But yeah, before being ordered to remain on property i saw the changes happening around me. Maybe we were a bit too oblivious to it. But you know how you had to keep your mouth shut or you'd be `cancelled'. The first thing i saw that stuck out was a Black Couple, Man and Woman, walk into the grocery store with a collared white couple. They were holding the leashes that were attached to the white couple's collars. Both of the whites were wearing provocative clothing. Booty shorts for both if i remember right. i remember they weren't wearing shoes and the only thing that really went through my mind was that they were gonna get worms if they didn't put on some shoes. The Black Couple strolled leisurely while the whites collected the groceries and pushed the buggy. I also remember the mayor having to step down amidst controversy after some very embarrassing videos surfaced of him and a Black Dominatrix. The vacant post was filled by a Black Man. He was appointed by the first Black Governor of Alabama." i voted for the Man myself. i followed His campaign and thought He was the only candidate worth voting for. He was charismatic and exuded confidence. The other candidates i later learned were fronted by the BNWO to make certain that Their Man became Governor. Any other candidate that thought of running was strongly discouraged by anonymous people with damaging info about them. The BNWO candidate won in a landslide by an actual vote of the people. Though the whites had no idea that they were voting for their own eventual enslavement. i continued to listen to conner. "On the drive to work one day, i noticed a roadside litter crew being watched over by a Black Deputy Sheriff on a horse. The litter crew was 100% white. When i saw the Black Deputy had a whip, i was wondering how the Sheriff's Office got away with that type of punishment. Figured it might be a joke. Guess the joke was on us." i decided it was safe to ask conner a few more questions. "So what's the deal here? did any of the white COs resist the conversion?" "Yes. There were a few. Sirs removed them though." "What do you mean, removed them?" "The only thing i know for certain is that we never saw them again. The general consensus is that they were executed for treason against the BNWO. The CO boy greg is owned by a Sir that lives in town and he says that They have brought back public executions for major crimes. But only for the whites. There's a scaffold at the courthouse square and it's used occasionally. A lot of the whites slipped away one night to flee to predominantly white areas and that caused the city's leadership to put up 24/7 checkpoints at most access points. Or so greg says. The checkpoints are manned by mostly white police officers that have all been converted for service to the BNWO. The Republic's local leadership has been working on converting the locals to this new way of life. They send the hard cases here." This was all very intriguing to me. i was very confident that the state must be a part of this. At least on the law enforcement and judicial side of things. But, crime still happens regardless and not everyone here can be a part of that experiment. I asked conner about the inmates. "They are here too, Black and white. Though T/they are treated differently. The white inmates are basically slaves with absolutely zero rights. Generally, they are given over to ownership to one of the Black Inmates. Violence against the staff has gone to an almost unnoticeable number. If They want to torture their property They drag them to Dorm B. Sometimes there is body modification and forced feminisation. All of them have permanent tattoos as brands for Who they belong to. Obviously, the Black Inmates are allowed to use us sexually but They do face punishment if They damage or assault one of us (the white COs)." "Do you want to be branded?" "Well not by one of the Inmates. They freed all of the Black Inmates that were in here on what They deemed as insufficient evidence. Those that were left, did what They did to be locked up in here. But yes. i want to be owned by a Sir. i want to take care of Him in whatever way He desires. i just feel like i must not be worthy enough. Yet somehow greg is. greg for fucks sakes." I couldn't think of anything to say that would make him feel better. But he looked so cute sitting there all sad. I couldn't help myself. I leaned in to hug him. he flinched at first. Then embraced me in return. And then it happened. we kissed. Like probing tongue kissed. We made out with each other in his bed until we fell asleep in each other's arms. "Wake up, love birds." It was the older white officer that bunked with us. i woke up startled. And strangely enough, ashamed to be caught cuddling another man (boy) in bed. Yeah i know how strange that sounds after everything that had happened but it was true. The older white must have read me well. "No shame in giving in to your faggot nature, son. But it's time to get up. We got showers, breakfast, and then the gym before shift starts." conner looked up at me while i was lifting myself off of him and the bed. "Thank you, sweet pussy." "you are welcome, cumdump." Off to the showers and douche stations we went. Afterwords, a slave brought our breakfast proteins and water. The rest of the white boys had already adapted to their new life like it was nothing. This amazed me. i was starting to realize the truth in what Sir James had told us. Naked, we waited on our knees by the door for an Officer to come take us to the gym. This routine repeated itself for a couple of weeks. Wake up. Shower and douche. Breakfast. Gym (may or may not get fucked and/or sexually tortured while completing required physical training). Lunch. Shower and douche. Class room (five days a week) for Black History lessons and training on how to please Black Men. 8 to 12-hour shift, depending on how long class lasted. you were definitely getting fucked and/or sexually tortured during your shift. A meal break somewhere in there. Go to bed. With conner. Make out and occasionally finger fuck each other's pussy until we fall asleep cuddling. There is no doubt i was falling in love with him. i settled into this routine and actually started to enjoy it. i had found a family with my fellow white bitch COs and started to yearn for a Sir to claim me. At times, a lot of times, i completely forgot why i had been sent there. That is, until the day i was called to the warden's office after a few weeks of my assignment. Sir Washington had snatched me off the dick of a Black Inmate in one of the dorms. "bitch, get them balls of your chin and come with Me!" He grabbed me by the hair and snatched me up. Took my arm and speed walked me to the warden's office. "you fucked up bitch. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes right now. Though I doubt you'll have them on much longer." Of fuck. What could i have done? It has been weeks. Maybe my wife finally went looking for me. Did i displease a Sir? Oh God i hope not. W/we made it to the office and it was occupied by Lt. Roosevelt, the warden and his admin asst (both wearing matching lingerie and kneeling with their heads bowed), and my Handler from the Undercover assignment. For the first time in three weeks you probably could not have fit a small pencil up my asshole thanks to the stress this sight just put me in. Lt. Roosevelt broke the silence, "So, you're a fucking undercover pig?" i heard the hand before i felt it. Sir Washington slapped the shit out of my face. I fell to my knees immediately as it seemed like the right thing to do. To be continued...

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Date: Mon, 13 May 2024 19:06:06 +0000 From: Jesse Hunter Subject: Delmore ch 12 Delmore chapter 12 Author's note: I know there was a bit of a delay after that last cliffhanger but life got a bit busy as it tends to do at times. This is, after all, a hobby for me but I am happy you all enjoy the story. I appreciate the words of encouragement I have received and I appreciate your patience as I develop this world inside my head. Now let's get back to what's happening to sweet pussy... Sir Washington had just slapped me and i immediately went to my knees on the floor. With my gaze lowered i kinda figured that would be it for me. They would take me to the courthouse square and hang me for treason. Can't say i was scared of dying. Just feeling deflated. i didn't care so much that i had failed at my assignment. I was deflated at failing the new life i was starting to enjoy. The UC Handler, Michael Johnson (if you will recall from chapter 1, He was a DOC Investigator that was supposed to be watching out for me) spoke up, "Don't be damaging my property, Washington." That threw us both for a loop. i almost fucked up and looked at Him. But i kept my gaze lowered, even though i'm fairly certain he saw my eyes move. Sir Washington responded. "I had plans to make this bitch Mine! I cultivated that sweet pussy. Even after I found out he was a cop, I decided If Y'all were going to let him live I was gonna buy him at auction." "You already have six, how many you plan on taking in? I would have denied Your request anyway, Officer Washington. Mr. Johnson laid claim to sweet pussy long before You saw him," Lt. Roosevelt responded. This caused me to start trying to remember the first time i met my Handler, Michael Johnson. The best recollection i could come up with was when i finished UC school. He hand picked me for this assignment. He personally saw to catching me up to speed on what I would have learned in the DOC academy. i didn't have much time to think on it before Sir Johnson spoke up again. "sweet pussy, as you all have been calling him, has a different purpose for Us. I honestly thought it would take longer than three weeks to convert him but here we are. I really appreciate You looking after my boy, Lieutenant. I owe You one and therefore the Council does as well." "It was My pleasure, Mr. Johnson. he was a fun one to break. Natural servant, that one. My apologies for giving him one last scare before he goes but I just couldn't help myself." i knew to keep my mouth shut and look to the floor until told otherwise so i just listened as my Superiors talked about me as if i wasn't there kneeling at Their feet. Sir Washington was the next to speak up. "Wait, L.T., You mean You knew this cracker was a cop the whole time?" "Mr. Johnson and I know each Other from way back. When He and other Members of Alabama's BNWO Leadership Council came here to describe Their plan for this facility, I knew I would want to be a part of it. I thought it would be harder than it has been. But these bitches really were born to serve Us. As You are aware, We have control of the towns around the DOC facilities as well as the towns and cities with a Black Majority. We own all the whites in administrative positions with the state. We own the whites in the state AG's Office and the state courts. We own the media. Now We are moving to phase 2 of the plan. And that's where sweet pussy comes into play." Lt. Roosevelt turned His attention back to Sir Johnson. "How did it go with the rest of the undercover police officers at the other facilities?" "Ahead of schedule, for the most part. Only one of twenty failed to convert, so far, and We gave him over to the Black Inmate population to do as They please. When I last saw the boy, he was being used as a toilet." The thought of being used as more than just a urinal was terrifying to me. i was very happy to have been converted after hearing that. Sir Johnson continued, "I'll be taking this boy back with me and one other so that I can initiate the next part of Our plan. sweet pussy is about to help Us infiltrate the Hapsburg Police Department. I'll be taking cumdump as well. I've been needing a houseboy and I think he'll do nicely." Sir Washington spoke up again, "Now hold up! You can't take cumdump. That lil bitch is Our community property. Hell, We all made a deal that We would share him because he's so much fun to fuck with. Couldn't let him be owned by just one Black Man. Shit, L.T., We might have a riot if he's gone." "I'm sure We can handle it, Washington. Mr. Johnson has earned what He wants to take from Our facility. Please accept cumdump as an offering of thanks for all that You have done for Us in this revolution." "It's been My honor to serve and I graciously accept Your gift." Lt. Roosevelt turned back to Sir Washington, "cumdump would have been leaving Us soon. As soon as every undercover white boy has been processed through here and the other facilities in the next few months, there will be no more white COs. They will be placed wherever they will be serving in the new world." There was a lot for me to process here. A range of emotions washed over me as i was trying to figure out what was happening. i felt sadness to be leaving my new home. But, cumdump was coming with me and that eased my mind quite a bit. This caused me to remember that i had a wife. Why in the world had she not raised alarms from not hearing from me for weeks? With this new information, maybe she had and the supervisors had placated her. It wouldn't be long before i discovered how that had happened. Lt. Roosevelt spoke into His radio and gave orders to retrieve cumdump. As They waited, Sir Washington decided to take out His frustration on His property, the former warden. He ordered the poor boy to strip and bend over what used to be his desk. Sir Washington took off His belt and started whipping the former warden. Sir Johnson and Lt. Roosevelt carried on a conversation about the next phase as if there wasn't a grown white boy crying from being whipped within mere feet of Them. "This phase will be a bit more challenging. Establishing control over predominantly white cities will be difficult but not impossible. We had already started taking over the National Guard units across the state. Some of Our military members have been responsible for that move. Mine is to gain control of their local police forces. The goal of this revolution is to keep bloodshed to a minimum and so far Our biggest gains has been through sexual coercion. Though the curriculums we snuck into the public school systems years ago have played a big part with instilling shame/guilt in these young whites which seems to be making them even more agreeable to their new role in Our society. I picked sweet pussy for this next phase to assist Us with taking control of his police department. " The whipping had stopped and Sir Washington had worked Himself into a hard-on that He slid into the former warden's well-used pussy. He was fucking the bitch loudly while the Man that claimed ownership of me continued. " The boy is what's known as a cop's cop. All them little white boy cops want to be like him. That's why I picked him. Well, that and that ass." i was probably blushing. Sir Johnson turned to me. "Strip, sweet pussy." I took off my uniform shirt quickly and removed my shoes and pants without standing up. "I see the diet and exercise regime I ordered for you is working out to my liking. " He pulled a leather collar from His tailored, expensive suit's pocket. As He fastened it around my neck, He said these words, "boy jesse, also known as sweet pussy; I, Sir Michael Johnson, hereby claim ownership of you. you will serve Me, obey Me, and fall under the protection of Me and My House. Do you understand, boy?" "Yes Master." The feeling of that collar around my neck felt so right to me. For some crazy reason i wanted this. The thought of serving this Man made me happy. i placed my head between his shoes to bow lower than i already was. cumdump was brought in just then (already naked) and was made to kneel next to me. Master Johnson pulled another collar from His pocket and recited the same pledge to the boy. cumdump replied just as i did. The boy couldn't hide his smile and this really seemed pleasing to our Master. Lt. Roosevelt asked Master Johnson to sign a form that released us into His custody (ownership). Master Johnson then went over to His case and opened it. He tossed us these black jock straps with black loin clothes to cover the front and rear. White spade symbols were printed on both loin clothes. "The boys may stand and walk as they follow me to my car. I appreciate all that You have done and are doing here, Lieutenant. You are a credit to the BNWO. Black Power!" He said that last part after raising His fist. Lt. Roosevelt and Sir Washington raised Their fist and shouted, "Black Power!" The former warden"'s head was lifted by his hair and he painfully mouthed, "Black Superiority Sir!" The admin assistant copied those words with her eyes cast to the floor. cumdump and i proudly yelled, "Black Power Sirs" with our heads down and hands behind our backs. Master Johnson was leaving (He had set His case in front of me and i picked it up without being made to). we followed Him to His car. The driver was white. Adorned in the same loin cloth jockstrap with a collar around his neck. The boy opened the back door for Master Johnson. "cumdump will ride up front with you, boy brad. sweet pussy will be back here with me. Take us home." The End of Delmore, The next installment will be titled Hapsburg PD, as the BNWO venue is changing.

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Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2024 20:23:41 +0000 From: Jesse Hunter Subject: Delmore ch 6 Please remember to donate to Nifty so that we can continue to enjoy free work that we all enjoy sharing with each other. You can donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/. If you enjoy these stories, feel free to hit me up at [email protected] Delmore Chapter 6 I followed the two young Black Officers through the hallway. They were casually ignoring me as They spoke to each Other. "I got joey's wife living with me now. I guess I should say ex-wife. She fell in love with My dick. I make `em both cook and clean. Make joey watch as his ex gives Me expert head. " "Did You decide to take ownership of them?" "Nah Man. That's a big commitment I ain't ready for. But I like using both them bitches at the moment. Probably put them back in rotation when I'm done having fun." "Before working here, I never thought about making a white boy give me head, let alone ass. But now I feel like every time take it from them my ancestors are cheering me on!" They both laughed loudly at that. I just listened while walking naked behind them, eyes mostly to the floor (and admiring their asses). "I know bruh. Love putting these faggots in their place." "Speaking of which, this is your stop, bitch." They unlocked the door in front of us which opened to what looked like a small bunk room with about a dozen bunk beds. About half that many white boys were naked in the room. They looked somewhat surprised but every one of them were on their knees in the present position when that door opened. Their's was a bit different as they all had their hands interlocked behind their heads. The Man who wasn't getting expert head from joey's wife walked up to the first boy He came to and stopped in front of him. "Open." That was all He said. The white boy looked up from the floor to the Man's face. He moved his hands from behind his head to open the fly of the Black Officer. He quickly, but reverently pulled out the Man's dick and put it in his open mouth. He never lost eye contact. I watched as his Adam's apple started bobbing up and down. The white boy was doing his best not to spill a drop of His piss. The white boy licked the head clean after He was finished and then returned the Man's flaccid dick back into His uniform. The Officer walked away from him as if nothing had just happened. "Y'all help settle this new bitch in before the next shift change." They pushed me inside and locked the door as they left. Everyone in the room started standing up and looking me over. One of the guys had already shoved another one on a bed and resumed what I think they were doing before the Officers had walked in. One had the other on all fours and was shoving a large black dildo in and out of his ass. As this happened, two of the other white boys walked up to me. "Heard your name is Jesse?" "Yes," I nervously replied as I couldn't tell what they were up to. "Probably a pretty big culture shock you've been through. You ok?" I took stock of myself at that question. Was I ok? Physically, yes. Aside from the slight throbbing of my hole from being fucked so many times in one day. The physical reminder of my caning remained as well though much weaker than before. But, all in all, I felt alright. And if I was being honest with myself, the sex had been amazing. That fact was what was hurting me. Mentally, I was on a roller coaster so the most honest answer I could muster was, "No." "We will get you there, brother. Service to our Superiors is what we were put on this world for. They are Men and we are boys. " As he said that, the white boy on all fours in the background erupted in orgasm. I watched as the cum spurted from his caged dick from being fucked out of him by that dildo. He collapsed on the bunk and softly said, "Thank you so much, Conner. I needed that release after yesterday." The older white boy looked at the clock on the wall, "Time for class, boys." Everyone started walking into the bathroom together with me following. We shared the few douche stations and showered after. Then returned to the door. Everyone dropped to their knees with their hands behind their heads and we waited. It seemed like hours in that position but it was probably more like fifteen minutes, an Officer arrived to escort us to a classroom. "Ok faggots, let's get to your reeducation." I started to stand up and He quickly moved over to me and open handed slapped me back down onto my knees. "Bitch, nobody told you to stand! Lick my boots while you apologize for being such a stupid cracker!" Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw that no one else had moved. They also didn't move their gazes from the floor in front of them. I obeyed His commands and began licking His boots. "Please forgive me Sir! (Between licks) I'm so stupid, Sir!" Fuck. Is this turning me on? Is my dick trying to get hard from this? Maybe I am built for this. I decided to start licking like I was in love with His boots. I think He noticed. "That's enough faggot!" He turned and started walking out the door. We all followed by crawling on our hands and knees behind Him. This gave me a pretty good view of the used hole of the white boy in front of me. I assumed the boy behind me had a similar view, but figured my hole was a bit tighter. Slowly we made our way into what appeared to be a classroom. The chairs had the small half-desk attached to them like an old high school classroom. The class walls were adorned with various Black Men in history. There were works of art depicting Black History. There were a few that got my attention right away. One was what appeared to be white men in military uniforms being hanged by Black Men in the early 19th century (I would later learn it was an artist's rendition of the end of the Haitian revolution in 1804). Another painting that caught my attention was a painting of naked white men and women chained together and being led into a slave auction during the 16th century. I was fixated on that one for a little bit. I saw modern looking pictures of naked white people bowing on their knees to fully clothed Black People with words like "Obey your Masters" and "your purpose is to serve". As I got closer to my desk I saw there was an addition that we didn't have in high school. A large Black Phallic Object was permanently affixed to the seat. A naked white inmate came by and lubed us all up before the Black Officer instructed us all to sit. Some of the boys were able to take their seats quicker than others. I was struggling. The Black Officer came over and shoved me down on it. I yelped in pain and he slapped my face. I whimpered as silently as I could after that. The classroom door opened and in crawled four of the naked white inmates followed by an imposing Black Officer. I recognized the one that was initially raped with me in the intake. The marks on his back let me know I was right that it was him being whipped on our state flag. We gave each other a look of I know what you're going through. After they were "seated" (three of them had to be shoved down on their seats) our well-dressed Instructor walked in. He was an incredibly handsome Black Man. I wanted to stare but my training so far had taught me not to do that. I noticed the white innate that had applied lube to everyone's asses had dropped to his knees with his hands behind his back. "Good morning, class. A much lower class, but I wish you all good morning nonetheless." Most of the boys responded with a loud reply, "Good morning Sir!" "Assume your positions for the pledge of allegiance." I noticed everyone dismounting their dildo-desks and moving to the presenting position on the floor. I mimicked these movements so as to avoid the attention of the CO in the back of the room. All white boys were on their knees, heads bowed, hands behind their backs with their bodies pointed in the direction of the flag hanging in the room. The flag (I observed from the corner of my eye while casting my face down to the floor) was a flag I had not seen before. The colors were red,black, and green. "i pledge allegiance to the flag of the Black New World Order, and to the Black Republic for which It stands. One Nation under our Gods with servitude for all others." I made my mouth move to the words as this was the first I'd heard this strange pledge. The whites that knew it said it confidently and without hesitation. I no longer had a WTF look on my face as I had just come to expect this sort of thing. "Be seated." There was no way I was going to be shoved back down on that dildo-desk. I mounted and slid back down as quick and quiet as I could. I wasn't too far behind the experienced boys and I'll be damned if that didn't make me feel accomplished. Crazy I know. But I wanted to make a good impression with the Instructor (force of habit I guess). The Instructor addressed the room, "There are a few new students today. saltine CO is boy jesse. And the inmates are boys jake, kevin and greg. Delmore welcomes you bitches into its fold for whiteboy corrections and reeducation. All of you are now owned by the BNWO just like the other students assembled here and every other alabaster skinned motherfucker in this place. I am Sir James. I'm sure, by now, y'all have figured out your new role in life. You are two-hole cum dumps for your Superiors. You are, and were born to be, Our servants. By the end of this course, I think you will agree. Not that it matters if you do or don't. This course will consist of physical training (hole training and physical exercise to stay fit for service) and social studies to reeducate you bitches on your true place in this world. Let's begin." With that, the other white COs dismounted their dildo desks and two of them came over to mine, the rest went over to the three new inmates and they all began strapping us to our desks. My hands were bound behind my back and each ankle was bound to a chair leg. The desk, I noticed, was bolted to the floor. Some type of gag was brought over to me by the Black CO and placed in my mouth. It was wrapped around my head to hold it in place. It reminded me of the contraption the orthopedic doctor used to install my braces as a kid. I knew this was going to cause me to start drooling. One of the white COs then approached me with a Black Dildo. It appeared to be about 7 inches long and half the thickness of a beer can. A large screen began dropping in the front of the classroom. I shifted my weight on the chair and was quickly reminded that there was an object in my ass. I ain't gonna lie, though. It felt right. A video started playing on the screen. It seemed hypnotic. A Black Man's voice repeatedly told us how happy we would be when we submitted to service to our Superiors. While the voice told us how we were born for this, the screen kept flashing images and videos of white guys and girls sucking and getting fucked by Black Men. I had to admit to myself that this was arousing. As the video played, us new white boys in class all had the smaller dildos shoved into our mouths. The room was filled with the sound of the us gagging on the rubber dicks accompanied with the sound of the training video. I was slobbering. Tears were starting to come from my eyes. But I felt the need to learn how to properly throat Black Dick. "Try to actually swallow it like you're eating it." That's what the white boy whispered in my ear to help me. Apparently he could tell it kept ramming the back of my throat because I was refusing to let it in. I followed his recommendation and tried to swallow it. It actually stopped hurting. Cut off my ability to breathe but at least it didn't hurt. "There you go, bitch. That's a good boy right there!" I felt accomplished when the instructor said that about me. After what felt like hours but was probably only 30 minutes, I graduated to a larger, thicker Black Dildo. I was able to get this one a little further down my throat but it was a bit more difficult. I learned that it wasn't impossible. Breathing was still an issue. I tried breathing through my nose but even that was not an option when it was blocking my throat. During this phase, the Instructor ordered us to start bouncing up and down on our seats. Jesus...surely He wasn't serious. I didn't move fast enough to obey the order and the Black CO whipped my leg with a riding crop. Fuck me, you best believe my white ass started bouncing up and down on that other Black Dildo. After an exhausting amount of time, we were ordered to stop. The throat ramming stopped as well, though the mouth opening device remained in place. I looked like a drooling fool. The Instructor the began His history lesson of the origins of human life. I was having a hard time keeping up thanks to the exhaustion but I picked up that white people were genetic mutations that came along after Black People. He showed historical evidence of this and continued the lecture for about an hour before ending the class. One of the white COs came over and removed my mouthpiece and my bindings. We were ordered to dismount the dildo desks and follow our Black COs to the gym. The white inmates crawled in a separate direction and I have no idea where they were being taken. we were being led down a hallway, but the only thing I was really looking at was the gaping hole/white boy cunt in front of me. I imagined mine looked the same by now. A door buzzed open and we crawled into a well equipped gym. To be continued...

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Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2024 03:31:47 +0000 From: Jesse Hunter Subject: Delmore chapter 1 (interracial section) (authoritarian) Delmore The idea for this story came from Master Blue, though I know Him as Black Daddy. He is an excellent Dom with a great imagination. I hope you all enjoy. And please remember to donate to Nifty! Feel free to send a message if you liked it at [email protected]. *************************************************** I could hear the slurping sounds from my wet mouth as David used my orifice like a cunt. Anyone in listening distance (and there were a few guys that were) could hear me choking and gagging on His big dick while a steady amount of my spit hung off my chin and puddled on my uniform shirt. "You got a talented throat, bitch" "Mmmpphhrggg ooooo mmmmir" Less than a minute later, He held his dick down into my throat while He shot his cum in me. It was so far down my neck that I couldn't even taste it until He was withdrawing from my throat and mouth, allowing me to resume breathing. For a brief moment I didn't think He'd allow me to breathe and I would just pass out in His cell. "Get the fuck out, white boy." I didn't even bother wiping my mouth. I just didn't see a point anymore. I stood up and walked out saying, "Thank You, Sir," painfully aware of my aching dick locked in its "clit cage". That was the 5th black dick I'd had inside me since I started my shift two hours ago. Four inmates and one officer had used my mouth and my "pussy" almost as soon as I clocked in at the Delmore Correctional Facility in south Alabama. I'd been serving as a Corrections Officer for about a month but the truth is I had been serving as a white hole for Black Men for pretty much that same amount of time. How and/or why, you ask? Well that's a bit of a story. It all started when I was loaned to the state from my local law enforcement agency to assist the state Department of Corrections with an internal investigation. I had just finished UC (Under Cover) school when my department decided to send me to the DOC' investigation unit to help with a possible internal issue. They believed there might have been some problems with the staff at Delmore Correctional Facility and needed me to work UC as a newly transferred Corrections Officer. I agreed (though I didn't sign up for UC school just to wear a different kind of uniform). I was introduced to my "handler" a DOC investigator named Michael. It's fairly standard while working undercover for there to be only one or two people that know who you actually are and what you are doing. He said he'd check on me during my days off. Michael put me through a crash course on what I would have learned in their academy and sent me to Delmore. My wife wasn't real happy about this assignment but she didn't raise too much of a fuss after I said the state would be paying for my lodging while I was working this assignment and sending a healthy per diem for expenses. A little break from each other might do us both some good. We'd been arguing a bit more than usual. I arrived at Delmore for my first day and made my way to the multi-purpose room that was used for shift briefings as well. "Fresh meat is here" He was a younger Black officer. Looked like He was probably very popular back in high school. He walked up to me and shook my hand. He used a firmer grip than necessary and it didn't escape my attention that He turned my hand, putting His in the dominant position and mine in the weaker position. "Officer Washington," He said while smirking at me. "Officer Hunter," I responded. He looked at my name tag and asked what the J stood for and I told Him. He never responded to my last name but said, "Nice to meet you, Jesse. Have a seat with us." He was sitting with a group of Black officers which caused me to notice for the first time that the white officers were all sitting together but none of them seemed to be speaking. The majority of the officers were Black as well as the shift commander that just walked in to give the briefing. During the briefing I was trying to get a feel for the staff and right away I noticed a stark difference between the white and Black officers. The Black officers were all laughing and cutting up with each other while the white officers were all quiet and rarely looked up from the floor. Something seemed very off. I caught one of the older white guys looking at me. His facial expression seemed as some type of warning. Then his eyes flickered to the person behind me and his eyes were cast downward again. I turned and saw Washington behind me and He was still smirking at me. Toward the end of the briefing, the shift commander said, "Officer Washington, take our new transfer around the dorms while we finish up with inspection." "Gladly. C'mon white boy." What the fuck, I thought to myself as I followed Washington out of the room. That seemed overtly racist. And perfectly fine/normal to supervision. Officer Washington didn't talk much with me as He led me to intake. We passed two officers in the hallway. The Black officer fist bumped Washington and smirked at me, but nodded a hello. The white officer was looking at me. His expression gave me a sinking feeling. He looked like he felt sorry for me. There was what appeared to be a puddle of sweat on the front of his shirt. And if I didn't know better I'd say there was dried cum on his face and in his hair. But that had to be something else. As they passed, if I had turned to look I would have seen the wet spot on the back of his pants. But I did not look back. When we reached the intake area there was a group of new inmates that had been stripped of their clothes and were being inspected by two Black officers. There were nine inmates being processed. One white guy and eight Black Men. Officer Washington put his hand on my shoulder and said it was time to show me their "unique intake process" at Delmore. The inmates were standing nearly shoulder to shoulder in a line and Washington and myself were in front of them. Washington shouted, "You dickheads know the drill, lift your sacks." Washington, who still had his hand on my shoulder, guided me to my knees in front of the inmates while saying I needed to inspect them for contraband. I knew from my brief orientation before being assigned here that this would be part of the job. Though I thought it was unnecessary for me to be this close. I still somewhat trusted the other officers enough to be in such an awkward and tactically unsound position. That trust went away as soon as I felt the metallic object touch my throat. One of the inmates had a shiv against my neck, and was pushing my face up against the Black Dick in front of me. I started to move my head and he pushed the makeshift blade a little harder into my skin. I stopped moving as I got the point, but started looking out of the corner of my eyes for Washington or the other two officers. Had they been taken too? "Don't move, white boy. Not until we tell you to. Stay right there on your knees where you belong." The Man's junk in front of me was so close that I could smell his ball sweat. Even though I was scared shitless, it didn't escape me that I liked that smell. What the fuck, I wondered why that thought even crossed my mind during a time like this. I had only ever smelled mine, but this was completely different. It was intoxicating. It actually made my dick twitch a little bit. My eyes were probably wide as hell but not just from the fear from what was happening but the fear of what it meant to me that this dude's balls were turning me on. I was somewhat happily married. To a woman. I'd only been with women (though only a few) and had never thought of another man sexually. I had nothing against gay people, I just didn't understand the attraction. My wondering mind was brought back into the situation when I felt the other white boy being thrown to the floor next to me. He was pushed onto his ass. His eyes as wide as mine but he was completely naked. "Get up on your knees bitch." He moved quick to comply. "That's what I'm talking about. Two new white faggots where they belong. Except one of ``em don't look right with all them clothes on. Strip outta that uniform bitch!" Part of me was hoping they just wanted my uniform to help with what I assumed was their escape attempt. I was undressing carefully since there was still a blade against my throat. I heard the white boy next to me scream, "I ain't no fag!" His accent was thick and country and that seemed like a pretty genuine statement. The inmate that appeared to be in charge opened handed slapped the shit out of his face almost immediately after he said that. "All you white boys are faggots. Especially in here. You about to see how We do things around here. " I was naked by that time. Someone had taken the cuffs out of my belt and used them on me. With my hands cuffed behind my back, the man with the blade pushed my face into the dick of the leader. "Suck it, bitch." I felt the blade push into my skin a bit. A part of me was disgusted by what I was being forced to do. But my survival instincts were causing me to open my mouth and take his dick. It felt weird in my mouth. It was soft at first but it started getting hard when he started fucking my throat. Saliva started building and he was starting to gag me. I thought I would throw up. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the other white boy getting the same treatment. I could hear him choking and gagging. Past the fear and disgust, another feeling started creeping in. I was getting turned on. My dick started getting hard. Jesus fucking Christ, please no. Stop getting hard dammit. You're a man. Not a "bitch". "Our new faggot guard's little pink clit is getting hard! You white punk ass bitches are all the same. Look at y'all...getting hard from sucking Black Dick! Didn't take you cracker faggots long at all to learn your place. Pretty soon y'all gonna be begging for it, just like every other white boy in this bitch." He was right though. I was the hardest I think I'd ever been in my life. It didn't take long to start leaking pre-cum. I didn't even notice that there wasn't a shiv against my neck anymore. I was alternating sucking the two dicks in front of me. Eventually one of the Black Men tensed up while he was in my mouth. He grabbed my head with his hand a held me firmly while I felt the first volley of cum splash in my mouth. I tried spitting it out and that was met with a hard slap in the face by the man that just nut in me. "Uh uh bitch. You swallow My precious seed. All of it mother fucker." And He started pushing it into my mouth with His fingers and forced me to suck His fingers clean. Another dick replaced His and I was put back to work sucking. And then I felt someone's finger touching my asshole. I heard muffled screaming and saw out of the corner of my eye the other white boy being impaled at both ends by our Black Captors. I knew what was about to happen to me and I was mortified. I felt the Man greasing my hole with something. "Fuck! That's a tight pussy!" I heard him saying that while pushing a finger in. The pain from just his finger scared me even more for what was to come. If his finger hurt that much... The Man that I was sucking pulled his dick out of my mouth and shot his nut all over my face. He grabbed me by the head and shoved my face on the floor. I was still cuffed behind my back so this caused me to be face down ass up. The Man behind me removed His finger. And then I felt it. He started pushing His dick in me. Surprisingly, it hurt less than His finger. Unlike the other white boy, there was no dick in my mouth to muffle my yelps and screams. It hurt so much at first. And I ain't ashamed to admit that it made my eyes water. After a while, the pain subsided, my erection didn't. He was hitting something in me that was starting to feel so good. I heard myself moaning. "I found this bitch's g-spot!" Holy fuck why does this feel so good? "Tell me what you want faggot!" Mindlessly I mumbled, "fuck me" He stopped abruptly. "Not with those manners, white boy" I responded louder, "Please fuck me, Sir" "You got it, cracker!" He pounded me relentlessly until I felt His body tense and unload his cum into my hole. It's difficult to describe how that made me feel. That form of submission felt almost as good as cumming myself. I had no idea why. But I said, "Thank You, Sir." As he pulled his dick out of my ass. He walked in front of me and yanked my head off the floor by my hair. "Clean my dick off bitch." As I did, another dick slid into my ass. As he held me there by my hair, the other dick was hitting my prorate just right. I experienced a first in my life. I came hands free. "Look at this y'all. This slut just nutted from taking dick. This boy is a natural." I was so ashamed. But so content. Until I finally heard Officer Washington's voice. "And I got that shit on video. " I looked over to see him standing over me with his phone pointed at me. I understood then that he was in on this. I assumed the other officers were as well since they were all obviously still in charge here. "Hurry up and nut in this bitch so I can take him back to the shift room." Not long after that, the guy in my ass blew his load in me and another guy had shot his nut all over my face and hair. Officer Washington grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. With the other officers still in their uniforms, I felt my nakedness. Especially still being cuffed. I couldn't keep the cum from running down my face (and into one of my eyes). I felt the cum leaking from my hole as well. It was running down the back of my leg. The inmates were dealing with their white boy in the same fashion as we were both walked out into the first dorm. They had tied his hands behind his back with what looked like a shirt. I don't know why. He looked like They had fucked the fight out of him already. We were met by cat calls and whistles as soon as the door buzzed and opened. Most of the Black Inmates were lounging in the open area playing cards and relaxing. Most of them were fully clothed. Every white inmate I saw was butt naked with the exception of what appeared to be a variety of different types of cage looking things on their dicks. All of the white boys were busy. Those that weren't cleaning or dealing with laundry were sucking dick and/or getting fucked. The other white boy that was with me in intake was dropped off at the control room where the Black Officers stationed there put him to work sucking Their dicks. "Y'all have fun with that new pussy. I gotta get this faggot back to the shift room." I was walked naked, dripping in sweat and cum, back to the room I started in. I was terrified as we reached that door. I didn't want to be seen in this condition. I was humiliated. I didn't think I could be anymore shocked than I already was until He opened that door. Every white officer was naked, on his knees, sucking the dick or eating the ass of the Black Officer in front of him. As we walked closer to them, I noticed they were wearing cages on their dicks too. The Shift Commander was in the middle of getting His dick sucked by a muscular ginger when He spoke up, "Ah, Washington. I see You put Our new boy through his orientation. Looks like it went well." "Probably a new record in turning one out. This bitch is a natural." "They all are, Washington. Every one of these white boys were meant to serve Us. Ain't that right faggots?" Some of the mouths were allowed to answer "yes Sir" while the rest just muffled their response around the dick they were sucking or the ass they were eating. "Knees boy." I went back to my sore knees as carefully as I could while still cuffed. "Eyes to the floor, pussy boy." I did as commanded. "Listen carefully to Me." I was having to do my best since Washington pulled His dick out and shoved it in my mouth which added to all the slurping and gagging noises in the room. "I know they covered this in the DOC academy, that Alabama doesn't have prisons. We have Corrections Facilities. Because Our job is to correct behavior, not punish. Well at this facility We have a different take on that. We correct white boy behavior. That includes the staff. See all you white boys were born for this. Submission to Us comes so naturally to you bitches. It takes next to nothing to turn you from married `men' to cock sucking sluts." When he got to the end of that last sentence he punctuated each of the last four words with its own volley of cum into the mouth of that ginger boy. I knew better than to argue. Definitely wouldn't have been a good time for that especially since I was eagerly sucking Washington's dick while not being able to touch my own raging hard-on. Washington picked me up and bent me over the table. He rammed his dick hard into me and fucked me like he hated me. Deep down I was hoping he would fuck me. I guess the Shift Commander was right. Deep down I was a insatiable slut for Black Men. I felt and heard Washington bust inside my "pussy". He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my cum stained face to meet His. "Look at me, bitch. I don't care how bad it hurts." He must have noticed the cum that had dripped painfully into my eye. I did as ordered. "Always thank a Black Man after He has given your sorry ass the gift of His precious seed." "Thank You." "You forgot something." "Thank You, Sir." "Your welcome, faggot." And with that, He let go of my hair and I dropped my head back on the table. One of the other white boys came over and took my cuffs off. The Shift Commander spoke up again and told the white boy that just took my restraints off to take me into the break room and explain my new life to me. To be continued....

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Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2024 15:41:28 +0000 From: Jesse Hunter Subject: Delmore ch 10 Please remember to donate to Nifty so that we can continue to enjoy free work that we all enjoy sharing with each other. You can donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/. If you enjoy these stories, feel free to hit me up at [email protected] Delmore chapter 10 Sir James walked into the classroom. As he had been before, He was dressed to impress. Even though i knew there was no intention to impress us. Probably more to remind us of our place in His world. "Alright boys, dismount your desks for the white boy pledge of allegiance." We all did as ordered. Moved to our knees on the floor, heads lowered, hands behind our backs. This time i said the words out loud. Half of us knew the words. The 9 new students (from today's intake) did not. But they knelt with the rest of us. For the first time i noticed how boys new to wearing clit cages moved more cautiously than those of us that were used to them. "i pledge allegiance to the flag of the Black New World Order, and to the Black Republic for which It stands. One Nation under our Gods with servitude for all others." "Be seated." Again, we all obeyed. i noticed none of us from yesterday had to be assisted this time. Every white boy's cunt adjusted easily while sliding onto the seat. i took a second to marvel at how quickly They had turned us into eager little pussy boys. The new boys managed but it looked a bit painful for them. i remembered how sore i was after my first gangbang. The first lesson focused on the American slave trade and the race related injustices/crimes that followed after the Civil War. It was taught singularly from the Black Perspective. I paid attention though in truth I was never really that good in school. It was too easy for me to zone out from boredom. I learned not to do that in these classrooms. One of the boys started noticeably nodding off during a lecture on the Jim Crowe laws and Sir James stopped His lecture. "boy wade! How dare you disrespect Our history! My desk now!" The visibly terrified white boy dismounted his dildo desk. The room was so quiet that you could hear the wet sound of his hole releasing that rubbery device. i watched him take every nervous step toward Sir James' desk. Sir James had retrieved a large wooden paddle from one of the drawers. He ordered boy wade to assume the position over the edge of the side of the desk. Sir James began striking the boy. The entire class (to include the grinning Black CO in the back) watched as boy wade's pale white ass cheeks turned red. The boy would come off the ground with every strike. After the fifth strike, Sir James apparently deemed the pain sufficient since boy wade was openly crying in front of all of us. "your punishment is complete, boy. " What happened next was certainly not what i expected to see after something like that. The boy dropped to his knees in front of Sir James and kissed His shoes. "Thank You for taking the time to correct my behaviour Sir." "Yes, boy. Now return to your seat." The poor boy was sniffling when he mounted his desk again. i know we all heard the noises his hole made adjusting to the entry and his wince of pain when his injured ass cheeks hit the chair. Never seen a dude in his 30s get paddled by a teacher before. i'd definitely be doing my best not to fall asleep in class. Though, Sir Janes was kind enough to tell us that if we felt the urge to nod off we were welcome to bounce in our seats to wake ourselves up. Sir James taught the subject matter without emotion. He was very objective using cause and effect to describe the events of the 19th and 20th centuries. i could see why He was chosen for this position. Despite the fact that i was only trying to gather information for my investigation, i was actually learning something. The past should never be romanticised. white people in the South tend to do that. i later learned that was part of the early experiments of the BNWO. They had observed that most whites in the South did not suffer from "white guilt" like the whites of the western coast and the northeastern states. The leadership in the BNWO knew that the hardest states to conquer would be the ones with the largest Black Populations. That would be the states in the Deep South. They witnessed the biggest pushback from whites on the BLM movements of 2020 and saw where They would have to work the hardest. And so They did. Their experiments would begin in the Deep South states. Made sense, since that is where Black People had been treated the worst by the whites. Conquering them where they were strongest seemed more rewarding and too tempting to the BNWO leadership. Sir James told us none of this. He simply taught a different version of Alabama history than what the public education system had. Though i'd had nothing to do with what happened long before i was born, guilt and shame was forming in my mind. But, that didn't keep me from staring at Sir James' bulge while he spoke. i was supposed to be watching the screen up front. This did not go unnoticed. "boy jesse!" Fuck. "Yes Sir." "Where are your eyes supposed to be focused?" "The marker board, Sir." "Then why were you eye-fucking, I should rephrase that, why were you eye-sucking My dick?" I did not have an answer. The truth was that I was so fucking horny. I just wanted it in my mouth. There was already something in my ass. He didn't let me suffer in silence for long. "I'll tell you why, boy. The rest of the class needs to hear this as well. As I told you during your first day of class, your purpose is to serve. your reward is that you get to ingest Our superior DNA. your weaker minds are fixated on Us. you feel happy when you are allowed to fulfil that purpose. And you boys bask in what little attention We show you. Fortunately, for you, We have decided to help each one of you become domestic servants and cum receptacles you were born to be. The fact that you are mesmerised by the outline in my pants means that your training is having the desired effect. How do you think you should show your gratitude boy?" Part of me instinctively knew what i should do, though i was following a cue from the other boy after he was paddled. i raised off the desk and crawled to Sir James. i bowed at His feet and kissed His shoes while thanking Him to allow me to live my true purpose. i said and did these things for the purpose of my investigation but there was a part of me that felt so right while saying it. i brought myself back upright on my knees with my gaze lowered and my hands behind my back. i heard His fly unzip. "Open." i looked up to His face and smiled. He smiled back. "Suck." i needed it so bad. i had no idea why, just did. He knew this. i happily opened my mouth and took Him inside me. i maintained eye contact while He hardened and slid further down my throat. If i could have looked behind me i would have seen the other white boys bouncing up and down at their desks. i was able to hear the moaning though. The Black CO came to the front of the room and asked Sir James, "If You don't care, Brother, I'd like some of sweet pussy's sweet pussy while You hitting that throat." "Is that what Y'all named him?" "If You'd had it You'd understand why. it's one of the best here." "Hard to imagine it could feel better than his throat. Yesterday's class couldn't have been his first session of throat training?" "No Brother. This bitch been sucking cock since his first hour here. Skills have improved but We all thought he was a natural. " "they all are, My Brother. We will guide them all to their true design. Have at his pussy. I'm going to seed his throat so he will taste Me all night." i was repositioned from my knees to being bent over the desk and spit roasted in front of the class. Sir James seemed to be trying to suffocate me. He was actually testing my limits. Even though death seemed close by i somehow knew i was in good hands. i instinctively trusted Him. The CO was stabbing the fuck out of my g-spot and causing muffled moans around Sir James' dick. After what seemed like 30 minutes i heard Sir James announce that He was about to cum. "Me too Brother!" Hearing them both announce that They were about to breed me sent me over the edge. i exploded in my clit cage. The Black CO felt my pussy spasm as i came and he said, "I think We just fucked the nut out of this white bitch." Sir James let out a loud roar and shot so much cum into me that i thought i'd drown. He was right. i'd be tasting that all night. The Black CO bred my cunt right after while telling my faggot ass to take His nut. As soon as He pulled out of my ass, one of the white boys stopped bouncing and crawled humorously fast over to the Black CO and started cleaning His dick with his mouth. The boy shot his load from his clit cage while doing that. we were both ordered to lick up our cum from the messes we had made. So were the rest of the boys who had cum while watching the show and riding their desk dildos. Class was dismissed for the day. The white inmates were crawled back to their dorm (where the new whites would be put through additional throat training) and i was crawled back to my bunk room. i was beyond happy at the prospect of sleep. And i think i slept better than i ever had in my life. To be continued...

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Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2024 23:25:00 +0000 From: Jesse Hunter Subject: Delmore ch 8 Please remember to donate to Nifty so that we can continue to enjoy free work that we all enjoy sharing with each other. You can donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/. If you enjoy these stories, feel free to hit me up at [email protected] Delmore ch 8 I walked into the shift room and followed the whites over to our area. I knew that we weren't allowed to speak unless asked a question and we were to keep our eyes to the floor. We were surrounded by the Black Officers as they started entering the shift room. They sat at the tables around us as we were stationed at the tables to the front and center. Sir Lee (the helpful Man that spotted my flat bench at the gym) snapped His finger and called the name "cumdump". I watched Conner move faster than I thought possible out of his chair and to the floor under the table Sir Lee was using. Within no time I heard the familiar sound of dick sucking. Sir Lincoln snapped His fingers and called the name "dick breath". Another white boy moved quickly to the table under Him and the slurping, sloppy noise of dick sucking doubled. Several of the Black Officers started snapping Their fingers and saying various names, "cum guzzler, ass munch, butt boy, ball washer, etc". Only me and one other white boy remained at our table. I noticed the one that was still sitting with me was the same one that installed the cage I was wearing. I had a feeling that he was being saved for Lt. Roosevelt. I felt left out. Over the sound of roughly 10 white boys sucking dick I heard my new name being called out. It was the familiar voice of Officer Washington. "Bring that throat over here, sweet pussy." I wondered if the smile on my face was visible considering how quickly I moved to my place under His table. In no time, I had His dick out and in my mouth like it was my favorite meal. I suppose it was though. While sucking, instinctively, my back was arching. I could feel my hole opening more. My body was adapting to this new role. My sex organs had moved from my dick to my throat and pussy. I could feel Sir Washington's dick growing in my mouth. The Men that we were sucking carried on conversations as if we weren't at their feet, working hard to please Them. Lt. Roosevelt entered the room and all of the Men went silent. The sound of dick sucking remained. I heard the Lieutenant snap His fingers and I was pretty sure the scrambling I heard was the remaining white boy moving to Him. Our Superiors listened as Lt. Roosevelt conducted the briefing. "We will have new arrivals from town, today. All of them are white. Looks like most of them were Failure to Register for Reparations and a few Failure to Obey Lawful Orders of a Superior. Looks like there are 10 of them all together. Take double that number of Our Black Inmates to assist with the initial indoctrination. Leave no white hole behind. After, get them to class for orientation and reeducation. Take sweet pussy with You. He needs to catch up on his learning to be on the same page as his new roommates. " While part of me was lost in what I now considered the euphoria of sucking dick, it wasn't lost on me that They were bringing in prisoners from the local town for charges of never heard of. If I had never heard of these state laws then they had to have been municipal ordinances and you dang sure didn't go to a state correctional facility for local ordinance violations. This curiosity reminded me that I was not just some mindless cock-sucking slut for Black Men, I was a cop. I still had a job to do. Eventually, I'd be free from here and have to report my findings to my handler. Even though the embarrassment might be a bit much. But I'll be damned if it wasn't the embarrassment that wasn't bothering me about reporting this. There was a feeling of betrayal to my Superiors. Yeah. I decided to push those thoughts away for the moment and focus on trying to suck out Sir's nut. He pushed me off before I could and told me to get up. All of us boys were pushed onto our butts before we were able to get our rewards. Several hit their heads on the underside of the table. But I think we all understood. Our Superiors meant to save Their seed for the new arrivals. Lucky bitches. "Sweet pussy and cumdump, you're with Us. The rest of you faggots go to your posts." Don't know why but this made me feel needed instead of dread. Me and Conner walked to the intake area with our Superiors. Lt Roosevelt was even a part of platoon this time. He gave us our orders as we walked, "sweet pussy, you will initially give the orders to the new white boys when they arrive. You will order them to strip after We've accounted for all of them. But then your mouth will no longer be needed. For talking that is. We will take it from there." I understood my role. So for the second time in a week, I found myself in the intake room. I was back where I got turned into a slut. Not gonna lie, I was a bit excited. The prisoners were brought inside by two local sheriff's deputies. I saw one was Black and seemed to be in charge. But I probably would have thought that regardless thanks to my training. Then I noticed the collar around the white deputy's neck and knew my original assessment had been correct. The prisoners were all wearing cuffs and jumpsuits that belonged to the county sheriff's office so they began the process of removing those cuffs after I gave the order for the white inmates to strip. The white deputy, me and cumdump began removing their cuffs so that they could disrobe. Two of the white boys refused. The white deputy was near one and I watched him knee that white boy in the balls. When the white prisoner doubled over in pain, the deputy sternly ordered, "take it off, bitch." I was next to the other rebellious inmate and I looked over at Lt Roosevelt for guidance (I made a calculated judgment, in error, that I'd be able to look at Him in this occasion). Regardless of my infraction, He nodded and I understood I had to use pain compliance on the newly captured white boy. I copied the move of the deputy. When the inmate doubled over in pain, he said something I wasn't expecting. He called me an "n-word loving faggot". My reaction time was slowed thanks to the shock of hearing that word come out of a white person's mouth. It had been so long. I raised my hand to slap him but I was pushed out of the way by Sirs Washington and Lincoln. They were on that boy so quickly. They started kicking him while he was down. Hard. I noticed one of the naked boy's dick getting hard at this. The others froze in terror. I heard Lt. Roosevelt's thunderous voice boom over the commotion. "Stop! Not in this sacred chamber! Take it to Dorm B. The Republic's newest slave just earned itself some time on the cross. The rest of you bitches take note: use of that word by a white is grounds for immediate and permanent enslavement in the BNWO. Now cuff the rest of these faggots." Me and cumdump and a couple of the Black Officers began cuffing the naked prisoners with DOC cuffs behind their back as Sirs Washington and Lincoln dragged the naked, bleeding, white slave over to Dorm B. As they exited through the door, about 20 Black Inmates entered through it. The remaining Black Officers lined the new white boys up shoulder to shoulder. One of the Black Inmates walked over to the first white. He pulled out His dick and told the blonde haired, green eyed boy to get on his bitch ass knees and suck His dick. At least four of the white boys were sporting hard-ons by this point. But the one being told to serve wasn't, nor were the two next to him that were looking to me to stop this. Lt. Roosevelt saw this and immediately responded, "sweet pussy!" I moved quickly to Him. "Knees. Now." I was face level with His crotch and already licking my lips. "Suck." I made eye contact with Him. I shut the whole world around me out and focused on worshipping His dick. I unzipped his fly and pulled it out like it was the most expensive thing in the world. Then I started worshipping it. I sucked while never breaking eye contact. Not sure if you've tried that. It's harder than the girls in porn make it look. "You see white boys, no one is going to stop the inevitable here. These cock sucking butt sluts that you see here are what you all become. " I heard the sound of dick sucking in the room and figured me and cumdump were both being put to use in front of the new boys. I wasn't surprised to see the white deputy on his knees sucking the Black Deputy as well. One by one, the newly captured white boys went to their knees and started sucking the dick of the Black Man in front of them. It was quite the sight. I hadn't realised I had stop to admire it until Lt. Roosevelt slapped my face to refocus on what was important. He then lowered His head to whisper in my ear, "I don't blame you, boy. It's a beautiful sight, is it not?" "Yes Sir. I think I love my place in this new world, Sir." "I knew you would, sweet pussy. I knew you would. But, I haven't forgotten about you making eye contact without permission. That's four hours in the box. Hopefully it will actually be a punishment for you and not something you get addicted to." I continued to suck until He finally started tensing up and shot His nut into my happy mouth and throat. "Tyler, get over here and take sweet pussy to the box. Four hours. Let him eat first though. He has class after." Sir Tyler grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. As he guided me out of the room I saw most of the new whites were already being butt fucked and spit roasted for the first time. While it might have been forced. 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Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2024 21:34:52 +0500 From: Master DomTop Subject: Black Wolf has a White tamer - 1 I have already written this story with other name but this is the story going on in parallel universe, hoping you ll like the modification. Chapter 1: ---------------- I woke up with a shear fatigue, my head still heavy and eyes blurred. I couldn't perceive the memories of last night as I was drunk. As I pushed the blanket away and tried to stand up I felt dizzy. I was completely naked and my big cock showed the morning boner. I supported my big, muscular frame against the wall and looked around. "Where the hell I am?", The first thought that hit me was about my location. I tried hard to remember and events of last night started clumping together. "I was in the bar and there was this guy ...", As I looked at the bed, I saw a figure there. I tried recalling him and his face started coming out of the blur. I vet really high when i drink too much that I often feel amnesiac. "Hey you woke up?", The figure yawned and the fog cleared. "No....no way.....just say it didn't happen. It cannot happen to me.", I tarted panicking as the memories of last night returned like a nightmare. "But it did happen, champ", the person in front of me who was naked just like me was smiling--a devious humiliating smile that was shattering my bossy persona as events of night kept on hitting me. My eyes popped and body shivered and then- all I had was anger on my face. My eyes reddened, face flushed, and fists clenched as if I were ready to kill this skinny jerk. ******* I am Pedro Dominic, Dom for short, and I'm, professionally, a Manager at marketing department in a multinational company. I'm 36, earn really well, thanks more to my sexual expertise than to my academic record. As my name suggests, I'm a dominant and assertive Black Alpha Top Dom who has never submitted both in my real life and sexually, not even to my boss. Im not bluffing, I was born an Alpha and a Dom, you dont believe? Then you have to search my pants to believe. Yes, you got that. God knew what He was doing when He created me, blessing me with a mighty eleven eleve inch sword to rule over the world. That is the reason how I keep my old faggot boss under my control and that's why got incentives along with a promotion within year as my boss Sullivan is so pleased with my "performance". In a nut shell he is a pathetic piece of shit, a 60 years old whimp who is not sexually satisfied in his old age so who could please him better than an Alpha like myself? I have to stuff his mouth with my big black incher twice a day, one in the morning and one after office hours, a regular dose of my creamy syrup. Let me give you a physical description of myself. I am 6'5, tall, big frame with big muscles, big chest bigger than your future--hehe, going down is a spectacular view of well defined six pack abs, boulder sized arms and a v-shape back- just imagine Terry Crews but more handsome. I have short hair woth nice stubble and a striking smile that always highlights my perfect jawline and takes everyone's breath away. In short I am the perfect stud you ever imagined in your dreams. Growing up I always knew I was a little different. Women never gave me that satisfaction what men did as their fragile bodies couldn't keep up with my huge cock and I loved dominating men older than me. It gave me raw power to plough their tight holes and dump my junk in their junkyard. Women always chickened out but men always stayed, taking all the eleven inches, returning back to get more. That made me realised how men proved to be better sexual toys than women. If I recall, I believe there is also an interracial aspect to it. I don't know why but my manhood gets really hard whenever I get sight of a good, white tight pussy. I don't think with my brain when I look a tight white ass, my tool takes control and doesn't calm down until it is deep in a hole and erupting hot juice in it. Gosh I'm one horny fucker. Let me share some interesting sexual encounters that I have on off and on basis in my office. Last week there came few interns and I was the one in charge and had to give them a tour around. One of them named Nathan constantly looked at me whenever I would move or explain them, as I gave him a stern look he looked away. He was kinda athletic might have been in swimming or football team. The stronger my bottoms are, the more I get wild fucking them. So during lunch break I invited him to my office. Locking the door, pulling down the shutters I slammed him over my table, lowered his pants down and banged my dick in his sweet cherry popping it hard. He gasped with a huge moan like a bitch but he knew he could not resist an Alpha like me. I banged him pressing my hand on his mouth to keep his moans down and shoot my load in him. Woof! What a tight ass it was. I slapped his bubble quite few times and as I opened the door, there was standing his little friend Dan. Nathan quickly buckled his pants. Dan was staring with craving eyes at my crotch understanding the entire situation. "Hey....", Dan tried to say something. "Next time kiddo", I said to that slim teen and slid past him smiling. After that Nathan amd Dan would often come to my office learning more about the "office stuff". I called it "the Dominic effect". It was not only my cock that attracted men but also my entire personality. I'm a white hunter. I hunt white men down, strong muscular looking men who are worth fucking by my huge python guarded in my crotch. This thing is not only restricted to my workplace. The building where I live is a 12 storey. I reside in a four flat 10th floor. The one in front of mine, there lives a young man name Kurt, he is around 25 and well built. He is a computer engineer and had a huge crush on me. One day I made my move and cornered him in elevator. His confused and nervous expressions were priceless. "I know how you look at me boy. What are you waiting for? Come to daddy tonight and daddy will make sure to keep his lad happy", I whispered and left. He stood confused there. I bet he never expected this but it is well said often unexpected things come true and this was that moment for him. He was in a trance I casted over him. In the evening as expected that fag Kurt knocked at my door. I opened it shirtless in a towel putting a complete show for him. He was bewildered and licked his tongue to see my muscle packed built. I invited him in and what happened next was amazing. I fucked him in every position hard and rough, his hole was swollen but I didn't stop banging him with my fat black cock. Believe me he couldn't adjust to my size but he wanted it badly. This is what black men are for to fuck white pricks relentlessly. In the morning I kicked him out and ordered him to regularly visit my apartment in the day to do chores and other household stuff. Now he is my personal maid to whom I pay by giving a nice hard fuck every now and then. It was enthralling whenever my dick fucked a strong white man, teaching him his place and marking him as my property. Their sweet moans under my body begging me to fuck more would always drive me crazy. These bastards must realise who is superior to them, their black Alpha Dominic is superior to them. I don't know why I was so specified at targeting white dudes, perhaps Im a racist or something but I always prefer white dude when it came to sex. I have been brought up listening to how these white people treated us black people and enslaved us, and abused us and much more. Perhaps this engraved in my personality and I became this way. Nevertheless, I love being myself and fucking these white pussies. Going down the memory lane, around five to seven hears ago, I had a close friend named Titan. We both had been each other's support during tough days since teenage years. He was a popular top fucker among gay and straight women cuz of his massive tool. He crossed ne just by an inch, although we both had same girth. He was a little bigger too. Cutting long story short, we made a group called Wolf club, where we would fuck white men and women and charge them for our services. Then destiny had other things planned and I came to New York as I got a great job. But those years and his company taught me a lot about sex specifically how to tame white people through our black sexual expertise. ******* "Yes faggot, suck it good", I was sitting in Sullivan's chair. He was on his knees taking my fat cock in his mouth. By all the experience he got in a year he had become an expert in giving a best blowjob. Despite my taste for buff dudes, Sullivan was expert in this apartment. So whenever I feel stressed, his mouth will always relieve it. "Hurry up bitch, do it fast. Take it all down deep in your throat.....ohhh...fuck.....yes like this..", Sullivan had grabbed my dick hard and started raining and lowering his mouth fast. "Fuck bitch....it makes me so horny when my boss is on his knees giving his employee the best blowjob in his chair....fuck....you have one useful mouth.", I pumped my dick in his slimy oral cavity that he took like a pro. I pulled my dick out. "Now to the main thing bitch", Sullivan smiled and stood up. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants down. He was wearing the lingerie I ordered him to wear. Cute pink color brand new Victoria's secret that was looking stunning on him. Now face forwards. He moved and showed his ass to me. I stopped him down and smacked his bubble butt hard. "Ohhhh....", He moaned. "Who is your daddy bitch?", I smacked again. "Ahhh...fuck...you are Dom", he moaned. "Smack....who is your daddy", I spanked hard again. "Ahhh...you are my daddy", I gave a spanking session and his moans and groans filled the room. He had one large room with a glass partition. In the back of glass partition he would usually to some off hours work like getting fucked and over other side we would discuss office tasks. "Now fuck me Dom, please.", Yes I wanted him to beg me like this. I always made sure my bottoms realise who they are. They are sluts for my personal use and Sullivan knew better. He had become one cock craving faggot slut. His pussy was mine to fuck and use. I had complete authority over him. Of course their are some tasks where we have to maintain our professional relation like in office meetings but most of the time I was in charge. I would actively alter decisions and make them on his behalf and he would take care of my material needs like shopping, rent, etc. My life was a bliss. If you ask me what benefit I got from this relationship then the answer would be a free pussy and money. Heel no I would like to fuck this old shit but he was paying my bills so I didn't bother cuz I could have any man to satisfy my cock. Sullivan was riding me crazy and I shot load over load in his slutty old hole. "Man you are amazing", Sullivan unmounted me. "I know faggot", "Don't call me that", Sullivan never liked that but he had to bear all this as I love calling him names. "But you are my slut. Dont you?", I challenged and his face reddened. "There is an important contract we have to deal with today. You ready for that?", Sullivan ignored and explained to him the task dressing himself. "Yeah yeah...piece of cake", I said confidently. "But today it won't be. Our rival company will also be there and try to take away the contract. We have to secure our name. Got it?", Sullivan was serious. To him the contract was not as much important as much getting defeated by his rival. "Come one Sullivan, you are doubting my expertise now", I minded that. "It's not like that. I'm just saying that contract should be taken by Sullivan group not Willshine", Sullivan said eye to eye. "Don't worry. I ll get that contract.", I was cocky like always. ******** "So guys this is how we are gonna bring some alterations and market your product. Masses should always be the target and...", I was explaining the pros when someone cut me. "But a product cannot rely only on its marketing strategies. It can give you a spike temporarily but product design and production runs longer.", An absurd statement I heard from somewhere in the room and I searched for that voice but couldn't find him. At last that person stood up and came towards me. He was short and slim. His 5'7 stature was facing me up. I tensed my chest to intimidate him a bit. "This", he pointed at my slide. "This is the step where Sullivan group is lacking , the post production area.", I was annoyed at him bringing faults in my presentation. "We have to lower the quality of our packaging and increase the quality of product. There are many light weight and cheap material that have good stability. This will not only decrease the cost on post production but also focus our concentration on main ingredient which the product.", He was explaining and I was getting bored. But when I looked at our recipient, they seem to paying their heads to this jerk. He went and sat down and I started giving further explanations. "So we have decided to......", The panel finalised their decision. ******** "Just because if you we lost that contract Dominic", Sullivan slammed the file on his table. "It doesn't matter. It was not an important contract", I knew it was a life or death situation for Sullivan. He had bad terms with Willshine group and losing to them mattered a lot. "What the fuck did you just say?", Sullivan approached him furiously. Normally I would teach my boss his place if he shots or is mad and I tried to intimidate him but it didn't work today. "Dont do that Dominic. I'm not your sex toy now. I'm mad, really mad. There are some ethical and professional rules and you are forgetting that day by day", Sullivan shouted at me and I was least concerned. I reached to him and grabbed his hand. "I know you are stressed out. Do your thing to relieve it.", I put his hand on my crotch. He felt the hardening dick and surrendered momentarily. "Dominic I'm serious right now. Just leave", Sullivan took his hand away and I didn't force him as he was really mad. I left the room. I was furious myself. How did I lose the contract. If it were not that jerk I would have convinced in winning the contract. I hate losing. Nobody can outcast me. "You fucking asshole...", I cursed him. ******* A week passed. I came to my office like usual. Sullivan called me into his office. "You called me", I opened the door and saw someone sitting on the chair. His back was in front so I couldn't see who he was. "Oh yes Dominic. Come and meet Mr. Wikling", when I heard the name I chuckled a bit. What was that name "weakling". Sullivan introduced me to the person and he stood up. He matched his name as he looked like a weakling. He turned around and reached out his hand to shake, I was shocked to see that it was the same jerk who became reason of my insult in that meeting. "AHmm...ahmmm", Sullivan cleared the throat as I didn't shake hand for few seconds and continued to stare at the smiling jerk. Unwillingly I did. "So Mr. Dominic will give you the tour around the staff and will explain you everything about your work and all", Sullivan explain politely but I was mad at him for making him his guide. "Ok Dominic you can take him. He will work in in finance and marketing department as you do", "Weakling" gave me a goodie goodie smile and I left the room angrily. "What the hell? What was this asshole doing in this company?", I had so many questions running through my mind and Sullivan was the one to answer them all. Wilkling was surprised and confused at Dom's such a bad hospitality but he follwed him. ******* And for all muscle studs like Dom who are desperate to serve me. Following are the rules to contact: Take a pic of your shirtless body with this written on your pecs " I'm ready to serve you Master" in block letters including pathetic your face and submissive smile. Email Me to own you as My personal muscle sub amd tame you.

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Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2024 17:58:39 +0000 From: Jesse Hunter <[email protected]> Subject: Delmore ch 3 (interracial section) Please remember to donate to Nifty... Delmore, Chapter Three I was given another uniform to put on before going back out to the shift room. Plugged and caged I went out to face the rest of the day. It was an odd sensation to say the least. A constant physical reminder that you are a bitch. I walked from the break room back into the shift room to see just a few officers remaining. The muscle ginger was being spit roasted by two of the Black Officers. I found myself jealous. Yeah. Jealous. What the fuck was wrong with me? I knew I had to make my way to the Warden. I had to get out of here before this change became permanent. I needed to get back to my wife. I left the shift room and passed an office where a half naked white officer was writing a report while a Black Officer dictated. But it wasn't that simple. The white boy wasn't sitting at the desk, he was somewhat bent over it. As he was writing, the Black Officer was shoving a baton in and out of the white boy's ass. I kept walking. The admin wing wasn't too far. I thought I'd make it without getting accosted but I was wrong. An inmate trustee was approaching me from the opposite direction and stopped in front of me. "Knees boy." I obeyed. Hands behind my back with my head bowed. When He freed His dick, I didn't even need to be told what to do. After a few minutes of sucking, He was rock hard. He backed me up against the wall and started skull fucking me until He pulled out and came all over my face. "Thank You, Sir," I said as He put His dick up and walked away without a word. I wiped my face as best I could with my bare hands and got up off my knees. I continued to the warden's office. I noticed the admin assistant's desk was empty in the small waiting area outside of his office. I decided to knock on the door. "Enter" I did. I should have recognized the voice. I was definitely not expecting to see what I did when I stepped into that room. In front of his desk knelt the warden. His expensive suit was wet in numerous places. Officer Washington leered over him. Washington had shoved His dick in his mouth but wasn't pumping it in and out. Looked like He was just holding it there. I noticed the warden's Adam's Apple was bobbing up and down around the black collar on his neck. "Master W's pussy" was inscribed on the collar. The warden was naked from the waist down and I saw the clit cage matched the colour of the collar. Well not exactly naked. He was wearing pink stockings and what appeared to be a matching g-string was around one of his ankles. "You better swallow every drop, bitch! You spill anymore and I'm gonna beat the fuck out of you!" Yep. That's what I thought. The warden was drinking Sir Washington's piss. Did I just call Him Sir Washington? Seems right though. I mean, based on what I'm seeing and what the Man has already done to me as well. The enslaved warden had a look of awe on his face. His eyes never looked away from the face of his Master while drinking His urine. I was so caught up in the display of servitude that I had almost failed to notice the female admin assistant in the corner of the room. Also collared, wearing similar lingerie to the warden. Her eyes were cast to the floor. "What's up boy? You came to see this bitch? Thought it might be able to help you out of your situation? Awwww how cute. It belongs to Me and it tasted some of your pussy juices on My dick while drinking My golden nectar. What to do with you now? This poor judgement on your part will be noted in your daily activity report. A lot of trust is lost here. I suppose additional training is required for your alabaster ass." Sir Washington keyed up his handheld radio. "I need assistance for a code 1 in the warden's office." "This is Lincoln. I'm en route." Sir Washington walked over to me. "What's wrong with this picture?" I immediately dropped to my knees in front of Him. Within minutes, Officer Lincoln walked into the office. He stood over me with an air of superiority. As did Sir Washington. Washington resumed speaking, "See whiteboy, you gonna learn all of your duties as a servant to the BNWO. So far you've learned how to take Black Dick in both of your pussies. Now it's time to teach you how to drink piss. You are white. And in case you haven't noticed, all urinals are white. So, upon command, you will drop and drink. Officer Lincoln is kind enough to quench your thirst." I was disgusted. How the fuck did He think I would thirst for this nastiness. Ok, so I ended up liking getting my ass wrecked but drinking piss? No. No way. I'm not doing this. Officer Lincoln already had His dick out in front of me. My eyes were still cast down to the floor. "Open that pussy throat of your's bitch or I'm going to piss all over your uniform." I didn't move. Officer Lincoln started pissing on me. He started with my hair, my face, and then moved onto my uniform. I had to admit it was an impressive amount of water pressure. Officer Washington chimed in, "Bitch, if you don't open your stupid ass mouth, I'm going to take you into one of the dorms and dunk your faggot head into the nastiest toilets in there. " Yep. No doubt in my mind He would do what He said He'd do. I didn't want that. That seemed so much worse. I talked myself into obeying this command. I opened my mouth. "That's a good white boy." Not sure why in the fuck hearing that made me happy. Officer Lincoln's very strong stream found It's hole. Into my throat His piss flowed. Oddly enough, the taste wasn't as foul as I'd imagined it would be. But then, He was a healthy looking man. I had a difficult time swallowing fast enough so Sir Washington ordered the warden to coach me. I noticed the admin assistant was eating Sir's ass at the time. The half naked warden crawled to a spot behind me and started whispering into my ear. It told me to imagine I was back in high school chugging beer out of peer pressure. Beer was an acquired taste as piss would be as well. His advice helped but I wasn't able to swallow it all and we were both ordered to licked up the rest that was on the floor. We both did as ordered. The crazy thing was how hard my clit was straining in its cage from this form of submission. "And now for your punishment, bitch. Strip him and bring him to dorm B, please, Officer Lincoln." "Abso-fucking-lutely," he replied with menacing smile. "I ain't touching your nasty ass faggot. Strip." I did as ordered and He cuffed my hands behind my back. I was so scared of the possibilities of what this punishment might be that I almost forgot that I had just been forced to drink piss. But every time I would gulp in fear, there it was. That taste that I would eventually get way too familiar with. Officer Lincoln grabbed my bicep and led me to dorm B. To be continued...

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Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2024 21:20:12 -0500 From: jon Subject: Older Man Meets Some Skateboarder Friends - 1 Older Man Meets Some Skateboarder Friends The 4 skateboarders noticed that Jon was watching them in the street as he walked by, and he looked like he kind of revered them even though they were like 19 or 20 years and he was like 2 or 3 times their ages. "Hey, will you watch us skate tomorrow afternoon?" one of them said suddenly while looking at Jon. Jon was nervous, not believing they were talking to him. But they were friendly sounding and on an impulse, Jon said ok. They told him the time and where the skate park was, which Jon didn't know anything about before then. The next day like he was told to do, Jon walked the 12 blocks to the remote skate park. He had on his jeans and a good fitting polo shirt and some athletic shoes. He felt good in his clothes and thought he looked good, maybe even a little younger than his age. When he got to the skate park, Jon sat down on the side and watched Jason, the one who had talked to him in the street yesterday. After a while, Jason, who was shirtless, called out to Jon sitting on the side, "Can I show you something up close?" and Jon walked into the center of the skate park, hoping it wasn't about teaching Jon to skate, since Jon wasn't athletic. Jason said to sit down and he'll show him. Jason lifted his foot up toward Jon's mouth and asked Jon politely "will you lick my feet?". Jon's heart was pounding, at first not sure what to think of it, then looking into Jason's dark brown eyes and realizing Jason wanted him to submit to him, like this was some sort of sex domination or something. On any other day, Jon would have just acted like it was a joke and said "Umm, no" while laughing, and went back to the side. But this was not one of those days. Something flooded over Jon as he looked into Jason's beautiful eyes and looked at his shirtless body. He wasn't even aware of the 3 other skateboarder friends looking on from the grass. Still looking into Jason's eyes, slowly, he opened his mouth, moved his tongue out, and started licking Jason's shoe. He was kind of in disbelief about what was happening, but at the same time was in the most sexual state about it you possibly could be in. Yes, he was in a sexual state about being told to lick a skateboarder's shoes, and about the look in Jason's beautiful dark brown eyes. Jason egged him on in a soft, reassuring voice to keep licking, and this went on for a minute or two, then Jason put his foot back down on the ground, grabbed Jon's hair and egged him on again to keep licking both feet, reassuring him the whole time. Now Jason told Jon to take off his shirt and he slowly reached out and started pulling Jon's shirt off. It was definitely not what Jon would have done, but Jason already had it off somehow. Then Jason said to stand up and stand next to him, facing the 3 others so they could clearly see the 2 of them � clearly see who was telling who what to do, and who was doing it and what they were doing. Jon was nervous about the 3 others who had been watching, and suddenly having his shirt off. When he didn't stand up immediately, Jason said firmly and loudly, "I said stand up, faggot", and that made Jon move faster, looking at Jason's face submissively. In the bright sun, the three could clearly see the twink god Jason shirtless, and then there was Jon shirtless who was just very average, older, and maybe needing to lose 4 or 5 pounds. While the others watched the show, Jason put his middle finger in front of Jon's mouth tantalizingly and said loudly, "suck it". Without even thinking, Jon obediently opened his mouth, tilted his head forward and stood there licking and sucking it, since he was in an even deeper sexually submissive state now about the whole situation. At this point, one of the three sitting in the grass was now laughing hard, and all of the three were watching the show mesmerized. That one was Noah. They all walked over as Jason and Noah, still laughing, told Jon to get down on his knees. Noah said to beg for it like a dog, laughing again as he said it. Jon sat there on his knees, looking up at the skaters, begging for something, he didn't know what, while the 4 skateboarders looked at each other and laughed at how stupid Jon looked. It also did not go unnoticed by the 4 skateboarders that Jon put his hand on his crotch a few times. He clearly had a hard dick, as hard as his little dick could get. Noah and his friends realized that their own dicks were getting hard watching this. It was definitely not for the same reason as for Jon, in fact it wasn't in the biggest way, because they definitely weren't doing the same thing. Jon was licking the skaters feet and begging like a dog, and Noah and his friends were watching this show. Noah stepped toward Jon and slowly unzipped his pants and took out his dick and within a minute he was pissing on Jon's body, slowly moving up in the direction of Jon's face. He smiled pleasantly at Jon while doing this as if this was a normal every day thing to do. Noah realized that by smiling, Jon would like it more and might want to do it every day, and might even beg Noah and the others for them to piss on him. If Jon had any nervousness about the whole thing and what was happening, he looked into their eyes and saw how friendly they were, and realized, yes, it is normal for young skateboarders to piss on him at times when they want to do that, it was normal for them to ask him politely to lick their shoes, and he wanted to do it more times when they wanted to. Finally, after all 4 of them had pissed on Jon, Jason handed him back his shirt and patted him on the head, and they walked away laughing and looking back at him. Jon saw them looking back and how good they looked, the same thing he was thinking the day before when he saw them in the street. Luckily it was already evening now, and Jon made the walk back home in the dim light without anyone noticing him or his wet clothes. Jon felt like he was friends with the skateboarders, especially Jason and Noah, remembering that they were all nice to him. He hoped to see them again in the skate park, or even in his home.

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Date: Mon, 13 May 2024 10:12:15 +0100 From: Ianco Subject: Jack and his Fans pt 2 Remember to donate to Nifty if you enjoy these stories! "sniff!" commanded Jack. I was evidently too slow. The fit lad wheeled around and slapped me across my sweaty, reddening face. I wailed. This simply added to the spectacle. It's what his audience was looking for. They were probably in the middle of furiously whacking off right now. I pictured a load of middle aged dudes just like me, imagining they were me; a saggy 43year old man, naked on all fours on the coffee table, a doggy tail butt-plug writhing from my well used asshole, leashed and collared by a fiercely handsome young jock, shoving his incredibly hot boy-hole into my face and commanding me to humiliate myself by sniffing his farts. Now, I absolutely adore the taste of fresh young arses. But farts? Nah man. Not my thing.. But this was the show; Here's me- once hot shit myself, once with guys falling over each other to get some of me, once twink porn material- now just a flabby aging fuck gagging for young ass- Here's Jack, achingly fine only fans star, teasingly presenting me with such an ass. Then, just as I'm about to dive in with my tongue, he lets one rip. Utterly humiliating! "I said sniff, doggy!" he again roars, giggling. I gingerly obey. "Jeez, that's toxic dude" I moan. Bad move.. He swings and smacks me again "doggy takes what he gets! You think a fat, balding wrinkly fuck like you deserves to even see a fucking hot jock ass like this at close range? Doggy wants to taste ass, doggy must sniff!" again, whack I groan. My middle aged dick is beginning to drip pre-cum, a sight not gone unnoticed by Jack. "I think doggy's schlong needs some disciplining" he grins. Oh shit. That sounds ominous! "As Im attending to that, doggy can have some treats"- Jack is addressing his audience through the camera. He shoves a bottle of poppers under my nose and I begin to take deep breaths. My body pulses with alternating relaxation and sexual energy. Jack grabs something from beneath the table. I haven't seen this device before. It's a metal weight attached to a rubber band. What the.... "No! No, please master! Don't! ....." I whine as Jack deftly wraps the rubber band around my donger and let's go. The weight pulls my poor little man down. "Aggghh!!" Jack responds by cracking my arse with his crop. The doggy butt-plug wildly waggs. He laughs. "see, guys? This is what all you old queers really deserve when you get past the age where any young stud wants to see your pathetic equipment and yet you still want a piece of them. Look at this sad fucking dog. He was once riding high, fucking any hot piece of ass he wanted, treating the old fags of his day like shit, thinking he could just go on like that. Then. Bam! Age caught his sorry ass up. Now.... Just another mutt!" Jack laughed. I winced in agony.. "But, guys, I'm almost forgetting! We all know what doggy's really enjoy doing, don't we?.... Jack comes around front again and I look up, panting, the traces of tears in my bleary, poppers addled eyes. He pulls down his gorgeously stinky jock-strap and unleashes the big guy. My mouth waters at the sight of his meaty, musky young lad-tackle. "open wide! There's a good doggy " I obey. Out rushes a steaming hot stream of piss. I gargle desperately as he winks down at me. That's the signal for me. I'm allowed to whack off now. I reach between my legs and undo the rubber from around my poor aching schlong. I begin to pump as Jack jeeringly laughs. I cum.... I've had the gas and the waterworks... What's coming next time...

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Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2024 08:24:32 +0100 From: Ianco Subject: Jack and his Fans pt 1 Please donate to Nifty and keep this great service going! I yelped as the lad paddled my bare arse again. This was what his viewers wanted to see; a middle aged man, exposed naked and humiliated by a fit young jock. That's what Jack's Only Fans theme demanded. Jack stood behind me as I knelt on all fours on the table presenting him with my droopy 40something year old butt. He was clad only in his jockstrap; a vision of almost classical male beauty. He was 25, blonde, and shredded. His strap bulged with his meaty package. I on the other hand am out of shape, modestly endowed and with most of my once considerable boyish good looks long gone. I was sweating like a hog here on his lounge table in front of the camera screen for the kicks of his subscribers. He was the pig tamer, I the daddy pig. Jack cracked me arse again. He addressed his audience "can you believe this fat piggy used to be my teenage crush? Yeah. I used to see him on the bus ten years ago. He was well cute, lean, dark and handsome. Had it well hard for him. Imagined him ploughing me young arse when I was whacking off. Look at it now though! Isn't it pathetic?!" He administered another whack and I wailed accordingly. Jack laughed. I was playing my role with relish, despite appearances. I was enjoying every second of this sorry display. Id long ago accepted the inevitable consequences of getting older, losing my looks, losing my appeal and not scoring the hot young studs of which I once was. My lusts for fresh young meat were going unsatisfied until I met this enterprising young man. I had been relegated to the sauna darkroom with the other desperate old lads, or beating off maybe in the steam room as fit boys fucked each other in front of us without letting any us get even a whiff of their fine young boy holes. Then I ran into Jack. Well, online anyway. He was struggling at maintaining a steady YouTube income from his current affairs and politics channel. He had been doing ok, but he wanted more. A huge part of his audience only subscribed it seemed just to look at him. He is a stunningly sexy dude. The Idea quickly grew on him to capitalise fully on this. Hence, he ditched his commentary and started up on only fans. I had been a faithful subscriber from the beginning. I was rewarded with this ongoing opportunity to bust my nut in his presence as his display pig. The show goes like this; ripped and mouth-wateringly fine young Jack flexes, poses, and slowly divests himself of his outer garments for about half an hour. Then he brings me on, usually clad only in a PVC thong and a leash (with the occasional doggy tail butt-plug) , drives me onto the table with cracks of a paddle or riding crop, humiliates me verbally and physically for his audience's delight and with their donation-accompanied instructions, and then finally allows me, now pink and sweaty and achingly on-edge, to jack myself off while he straddles over me dangling his hefty schlong within tongue distance (but no nearer) . I have to say, the smell of his dong alone is nearly enough to do it for me. It exudes that inexpressibly sexy odour of ripping youthful manhood. Musky and irresistibly sensual. And his pert 25year old jock-ass and hole; they're simply sublime. He only wafts these enticingly in front of me sometimes. He never lets me taste them like I do crave. He displays my own pathetic middle aged equipment to his audience. He pulls my sagging arse cheeks apart, spits on my pucker, sticks various household objects in there and laughs. I don't mind really. When I was his age and in all my youthful beauty, I treated the older dudes the same. He's been raking it in recently with my help. But he says he has something even hotter in mind for future shows. I don't know whether to be excited or seriously worried....... If you enjoyed this story, your comments or reactions are welcome at the above email address. Always happy to hear from guys with similar fantasies!

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Date: Tue, 17 Sep 2024 16:34:25 +0000 From: Gordon Johnston Subject: Noahs Festival Show - chapter 8 CHAPTER EIGHT "Ladies and Gentlemen", I announced, "presenting, as you've never seen him before, the lovely Noah -- Ta Da". Ray, Dan and Sebastian were kind enough to clap appreciatively as Noah re-entered the living room. I'm not sure if they were applauding the beautiful naked boy, or my deft handiwork in depriving him of his pubes, but either way it was a nice gesture. "OK then, one more round of drinks and then we'll hit the pub. Noah - off you go." And again, he waddled around with his little stiffie, collecting glasses and glances. He was, after all, standing directly in front of each member of the company in turn, his little cock now bereft of all hair and at exceedingly full-mast. No gay man could possibly have taken their eyes off the little joy-stick that was bobbing about just under their nose. Once the house-boy was out of the room, Ray was the first to speak. "Well Graeme, you certainly surpassed yourself there. Well done, a very impressive show. What do you do for an encore?". "Oh just wait", I purred smugly, "I might have one more trick up my sleeve, you never know". Noah returned with the drinks refilled and went though his little ritual of presenting each of us with a full glass and a full frontal view. I noticed that Noah had poured himself another one - I decided to let that pass for now, but he'd have to be better house-trained if this is to be an ongoing relationship. I grinned to myself at the thought of the many ways of disciplining the 5'8" of quivering boy that stood before me. "Anyhow guys", I said, pulling my thoughts back to present delights, "let's neck these drinks and get to the pub soon, yeah?". This was met with a chorus of approval, and a few ribald comments about taking Noah out just the way he was. He glanced over at me, somewhat worried. It was touching that he already looked to me as a pet would to it's owner, fearful that there might be the remote possibility of public nudity, but I wasn't ready to let Noah get arrested and put an end to the rest of my evening's plans. I shook my head gently, and said "No no, he can have his clothes back. Well, most of them anyway". I took his red silk boxers from my trouser pocket for a theatrical deep sniff, which raised a few mock cries of "disgusting" and "pervert" from my audience, but they were good-natured given the entertainment I had provided in return for extracting the silken undies. Noah had the good grace to blush at the knowledge that he'd be out in public again with no knickers on, and this time freshly pubeless too. Of course, currently only he and I knew about his other little (well, about six inches) secret that he'd also be taking out with him. I decided to move on to the grand finale - time for a spot of 'show and tell' before we left. "Umm, Noah", I said, again trying to sound nonchalant, "would you mind putting the TV remote control back where you found it please?". I smiled at him sweetly as if it were an entirely innocent request, but we both knew it would reveal his other surprise to the assembled audience. "Yes, Sir", came though slightly gritted teeth as he stood and raised his hand to his forehead for an ironic salute. I let him off though as I could tell he was just being playful. It wasn't just his cheeky grin that gave away his feelings, but the way his cock jumped back to stand at full attention too. He repeated his earlier movements, standing bare-arsed directly in front of me on the sofa to spread and then bend at the waist, picking up the remote. While he was down for his count of ten, only I could see the plug's little rubber base - it was hidden from Dan next to me on the sofa by the pleasant curve of young Noah's buttock, and those on the other sofa would only have had a front view. Feeling slightly mischievous from the drinks I'd consumed, I reached out quickly and sharply tapped the base of the plug. This brought a yelp from Noah - I'm not sure of his precise mix of surprise, pleasure and pain, but all three were in play as the vibrations travelled up the plug to stimulate his prostate. The others giggled, thinking I'd just pinged him on his hole. They were about to find out otherwise. "Thank you Noah. Now go and set it down in front of the TV please", I instructed. I held my breath, knowing what was to come. As he shuffled across to the other corner of the room and did the whole spreading and bending over thing again, I could hear a gasp from Dan on my right, and then "Oh my God, you haven't? You bloody well have. You filthy bastard Graeme", from the other sofa. Yes, all was now revealed. My little plaything had been gently captured and then gradually tamed and unwrapped over the course of the evening: stripped, shaved and now finally plugged, ready hopefully for several later fuckings. I winked and blew a kiss at Dan next to me on the sofa as we exchanged a loving glance and silently toasted my evening's handiwork. Noah remained bent over in front of the TV - everything on display just as magnificently as before, but this time with a lot less hair and a lot more butt-plug. "OK, drink up everyone. Young man get up please - it's time to take you to the pub ...". - o O o -

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Date: Mon, 16 Sep 2024 16:54:46 +0000 From: [email protected] Subject: Noahs Festival Show - chapter 7 CHAPTER SEVEN Once again he 'gulped' in anticipation. He really needs to stop doing that or I'm going to cream my jeans and spoil all our plans for the rest of the evening. I reached into the cupboard under the bathroom sink and pulled out the small butt-plug and the lube I'd stashed there earlier when the others were taking their coats off. I showed it to him, and he nodded bashfully, recognising it for what it was and knowing immediately what I was asking. "Here, hang on to this for a minute would you?", I said, putting it up to his lips. His eyes went wide, but obedient as ever, his teeth parted and he took the small fake cock into his mouth. Now, one of the many pleasures of keeping your boy naked is that you get instant feedback on your actions. Noah (or ever-hard as I was beginning to think of him) was no exception. As the full six inches of the training dildo slid between his teeth and nudged the back of his throat, he emitted a groan of pleasure and his cock twitched, burping up another dollop of pre-cum. "Excellent, nice to see you like your new toy. Turn around now and we'll get you lubed up so it can go where it really belongs". I smeared my middle finger with lube, and over the course of about three minutes worked it up into his tight little chute. "You OK up there?", I asked. I could feel the tension in his sphincter, but it was gradually easing as he got used to the intruding digit. He nodded for me and grunted something unintelligible that I took to be positive encouragement to carry on. "OK then time for one more - this may sting a little - try to push out as I push in". Again, with gentle coaxing and lots of words of encouragement we got to the stage of me having two fingers buried up to the hilt in his sweet boy-hole. I could feel the hard little nut of his prostate, but was deliberately trying to avoid stimulating it. Much as I'd love to see him spray a fountain of cum there and then, I wanted him at his peak for the remainder of this evening's performance. "OK, here's the lube", I said passing it up to him. "Take the toy out of your mouth now and get it nice and slippy to go up here". On the word 'here' I scissored apart the two fingers inside his hole, stretching him nicely and eliciting another of those sexy (but this time muffled) groans. He handed me back the well-lubed butt-plug, it's rubber body warm to the touch from being in his mouth for the last few minutes. I looked at it for a second with a kind of envy - it was after all going to be inside Noah's special place before I was - but I knew it was in a good cause, and that my cock would be replacing it in due course. So there it was - six inches of fun; not too big around, and with a nice narrow section at the base that his sphincter could grab onto to stop it popping out. Ugly black plug of rubber as it was, it's purpose made it truly a thing of beauty. I paused for a moment on the cusp a little fantasy: if I ruled the world, then every teenage boy would be made to wear one of these things constantly -- keeping them horny and ready. But back to the here and now - why was I dreaming about such things when my actual fantasy was right in front of me? I had a freshly shaved, naked Noah with his bum hole about to be stretched for my later pleasure. It took us a minute or two to work it in, but to be honest the journey was just as much fun as the destination. We paused a couple of times with it partially inside him, waiting for his muscles to relax around the invader. The sight of the thing half-in was truly beautiful, as his un-practiced, taut little ring become used to each extra inch. But like all good things it came to an end, and finally it was fully absorbed as his body pulled the last half-inch into him, leaving just a black circle of rubber on the outside, about the size of a two-pound coin. "How's that then, little one?". "Oh fuck Sir, it feels really weird. I mean I'm full up, but randy as hell. There's no way my cock is going down with this in me. Well, unless Sir you want to ...", he trailed off, his eyes cast down towards his throbbing boyhood, clearly asking for relief. I looked up at him and leaned over. He gasped in anticipation of a blow-job, but I just gave him a little peck on the knob and a spank to the arse. "Hah! No chance. Right boy, let's get you back out on display then - let's see what the others think of your makeover". My words brought him back to reality. He had a very expressive face, and you could see that while we were locked in the bathroom getting him shaved and plugged he'd forgotten all about the outside world and his waiting audience. He shook himself, almost as if to say "I must obey, I must obey" and stepped out of the bath tub. I gave him one last wipe-down, opened the door, and walked to the living room, Noah a few paces behind me. - o O o -

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Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2024 17:31:42 +0000 From: [email protected] Subject: Noahs Festival Show - chapter 6 CHAPTER SIX I got us into the bathroom and locked the door behind us. "Sir, you are outrageous. I'm so fucking horny right now. Are you always this dirty?". I smiled at the compliment. "Well, you've given me a lot to work with when it comes to being dirty, so here's hoping". "Now, I know I said earlier that you do as you're told or you bugger off, but given that I'm about to get rid of your pubes for my perverted pleasure, I'll allow one last check that you're still in? You're OK with me doing this?". "Fuck it", he replied softly, if you think I'm leaving now you're insane. Do me. Whatever you want, it's yours". And he leaned in for our first kiss. It was one hell of a snog - you could tell he hadn't had much experience - too much tongue, but his eagerness made up for it and I could help him work on his technique over time. After all a naked boy who's begging you to shave him as a prelude to a good fuck didn't come my way too often. "Right you, hop up into the bath", I commanded as I hunted down some gear from the bathroom cabinet. "I'll start with the scissors, otherwise we'll be here all night doing this, and I've definitely got something else I want to move on to". I grinned and ran a hand over his arse, wiggling a finger-tip over his fuck-hole again to let him know exactly what I had in mind. He took a deep breath as I clutched a tuft of soft boy-pube and started snipping it free from his body, beginning his denuding. Once I'd clipped everything back as far as I could, out came the shaving foam, round his balls and up the base of his shaft. "Hmm", I said surveying my handiwork. "What is it?". "Well your cock's gonna be just fine, but there's a few wispy hairs round the back that should go too. What do you think?". His wordless answer was perfect. He turned around, bent over and clutched an arse cheek in each hand, once again offering me his sweet boy-hole. I smeared the foam on there and turned him round to start scraping the front whilst the hair softened round the back. "This really turns you on, doesn't it?", he asked. "No shit, Sherlock", I said to him, drying my hand briefly to clutch my hard-on through my jeans and show him the effect he was having on me. His eyes widened in anticipation, but he wouldn't be distracted from his line of questioning. "Hmm - all the other stuff was fun, but I think you're more into this than the stripping and bending and posing and things?". I paused to consider, razor in mid-air ready for another swipe through what was left of his ever-dwindling bush. "OK, yes, I guess the other stuff is more temporary. After tonight, you'll have the memory of being made to strip and all the rest of it, and that'll be hot, but it'll be gone - all in the past". I paused. He prompted me, "Go on?". "Well I guess that once I've shaved you, there's a persistence to it, isn't there? I mean obviously it'll grow back, but for the next few weeks at least, you'll look at little baldy down there, and think 'yeah, it's smooth because of Graeme; I gave him my body to do what he wanted with, and that's one of the things he did and it's still here ages afterwards'. Does that make sense? A lingering kind of ownership I suppose?". He looked up at me, a solitary tear running down his cheek, "That was the perfect answer, I've never felt more wanted or more horny. Take it all now, please". He put his hands on his head, and presented his crotch for me to finish the job. I grasped his seemingly constant hard-on and moved it out of the way as I started back in, happy that I'd found the right words to please him. Once the front was done, it was time to move on to the delight of shaving his backside. "Turn round then boy, assume the position please". He giggled, and once again faced away from me, holding those sweet little globes apart. There wasn't much to remove to be honest, just a few wispy curls around his hole, but I was taking my time; partly to be careful and partly to prolong my enjoyment. I rinsed him off and was wiping his hole with a flannel, as my finger continued to tease his ass lips. "You do know that I'm going to be in here later on, don't you", I asked, becoming more serious. I applied a firmer pressure so that the tip of my middle finger was just inside his back door. "I, I, I'd like that Sir" he stammered, "Very much Sir. Very, very much". "Good. But I get the feeling that you've not had much practice though, have you?". "Well no, just a couple of times - with my cousin who's the same age as me. And I don't think he was as big as you seemed to be". I grinned at the implied compliment. "OK then, I've got an idea which will help - it might take a bit of getting used to, but it'll make things easier later on". "OK Sir, whatever you think best. I trust you". I spanked his little arse and said "Correct answer. Good boy. Now, where's that lube?". - o O o -

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Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2024 17:00:08 +0000 From: [email protected] Subject: Noahs Festival Show - chapter 3 CHAPTER THREE We got back to our place and did the basic housekeeping bits - Dan lit the fire in the living room, and everyone except Noah took off their coats and made themselves at home. It was almost as if previous fiendish commitments had been forgotten, but I pulled us back to the plan by saying "let's get Noah comfortable, then he can sort us all out with some drinks". We stretched out on the sofas in the living room, except for Noah who stood, simultaneously obedient, submissive and subtly demanding in front of me, basically challenging me with his cute little groin thrust out in front of my face, and a developing damp patch showing in front of his cords. "Well then," I said, "our naturist Noah probably needs some help - Dan, could you take his jacket please darling?". Noah shuffled over like a lamb to the slaughter, and stood passively as Dan removed the jacket, folding it carefully and placing it over the back of the sofa. "Thanks Dan, and now perhaps Seb - could you get the waistcoat?". "Oh, it would be my pleasure", purred Sebastian as the waistcoat was unbuttoned, removed, and placed on top of Noah's jacket. "Now then, what's next? Oh yes, Ray, perhaps you could dispose of the shoes and socks for him please?". I'd long suspected that Ray had something kinky going on - we might as well see if it was a foot thing. As I said, I've no interest in seeing my friends getting off, but a little toe-sucking or whatever can just be written off as basic anthropology. Sure enough, there was a more than usual amount of effort going into Ray's removal of Noah's shoes and socks. I'm sure Ray convinced himself that he was just playing along by building the tension as he lifted Noah's feet to briefly caress the odd Noah toe. The effect however was only to add to the damp patch in the poor boy's corduroys. As Ray finished with Noah's bare feet, I grinned at how my planned order of service now left my little fuck-toy exactly where I wanted him to be. It was my turn now - Show Time ! Noah was now down to nothing but shirt and trousers. Given that his fragrant underwear was happily tucked in my pocket, I knew that the only thing between his proud boyhood and the outside world was a pair of corduroy britches. Obviously, my end game was always going to be a naked Noah skipping round the living room, but I had a horny diversion on the way to achieving this goal. You see, had he still been wearing his boxers, I'd simply have stripped him, garment by garment until he was running around in just his undies; their removal being the grand finale. But those skimpies had already been surrendered to me, and that game would be over too soon so I needed another plan. As Noah stood before me, I pulled him closer, tugging his shirt tails out of his trousers. He was clearly still 'up for it', and if I'd just stripped him bare there and then in front of my friends, I already knew that he'd go along with it. Again though, I had more of a mind-fuck agenda brewing. He, like everyone else in the room, was probably expecting me to remove his shirt - he thought he still had time to prepare himself for the final reveal. I grinned up at him though, about to cut that time short, as with my hands under his shirt-tail fronts I began undoing his belt buckle. He looked slightly puzzled, but shrugged and maintained eye contact with me while I oh so gently lowered his zipper. He sucked his tummy in as I let his trousers drop in a puddle round his ankles. As he stood facing me, I caught a glimpse of his stiff little boyhood bobbing around, so I'm sure that my guests and hubby must have had a quick flash of his cute little bum when he put his hands on my shoulders to support himself and lift first one leg then the other to step out of his trousers. "You OK?" I leaned in and asked softly. He was breathing quite quickly but still seemed to be holding it together. "Uh-huh", he nodded back at me, ready for whatever I was about to throw at him. "Good boy - now let's keep going shall we?". He sighed gently and nodded again pushing himself forward, offering himself up. I felt a sudden rush of lust and sexual power as this cute nineteen year old had just agreed to me stripping him starkers in front of my friends as a prelude to fucking him senseless later. I decided to wind it back down a notch though - I think the secret to keeping things interesting is to do things that the sub doesn't necessarily expect. I undid the top few buttons of his shirt, pulling it apart to reveal just a hint of nipple on either side, but leaving it fastened from his tummy down. "That'll do for now boy - you can fetch drinks for my guests like that - go and ask them what they want, then it's all in the kitchen where you'd expect". I sat back and grinned, my job done for now, as Noah went round the room taking drink requests. The sight of his smooth, bare legs disappearing up under his white shirt with just a hint of arse cheek on display was quite breath-taking. As he left the room to attend to his duties, there was an almost palpable group exhalation. "Well", said Seb, "you're a dark one Graeme. 'Let's see a show' you said, but I never imagined you had this in mind. Can I just say, I'm giving it five stars so far?. I chuckled. "Yeah thanks. I'm as surprised as you lot, but I think we're just at the end of act one - there's a lot more still to come, so do hang around for the rest of the performance". "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll just go and check on our little house-boy and your beverages". I headed to the kitchen, arriving at just the perfect moment to see Noah on his tiptoes reaching up into the cupboard for glasses, causing the last scrap of clothing protecting his modesty to ride up, flashing me his peachy little bum. I coughed gently to get his attention and he turned, blushing sweetly. "All OK? You did very well in there - I want you to know that I'm really proud of you. I'm sure it can't have been easy for you". "Thanks" he whispered. "You do know there's more to come though, don't you? For a start, this'll be coming off next - probably as soon as we're back in the living room", I said, gently lifting the front of his shirt as it hung at his waist. And there it was. I paused to breathe in the beautiful sight before me, as for the first time I had a clear view of his cute little cock. Hard, and pulsing softly in time to the beat of his heart, about five and a half inches of perfect boy-meat. Framed at the bottom by a little nest of soft brown curly pubes, and topped by the bright red glans, proudly displayed with the help of his retracted foreskin. Magnificent was the only word that truly fitted it - a magnificent little penis, which, along with the rest of it's owner would be all mine to play with tonight. I pulled him in for a hug, my right hand slipping down behind him to cup a bare arse cheek. My left hand was busy too, dropping down to his front to clutch his stiff little hard-on. I ran a finger over his cock-head, feeling the slickness as a drop of pre-cum slid beneath my finger. I held him still for a moment, radiating his warmth into my body. He trembled slightly and his voice was quivering as he said "Thank you so much, I'm sort of scared but really enjoying this at the same time. It's just the kind of thing I had in mind, although I could never have imagined this actually happening to me. It's like one of my internet stories. If you want to strip me in front of the others, it will be fine". I smiled at his naivety. "Oh don't worry - we're well beyond you needing to give me permission - remember? You agreed to anything and everything as soon as you walked through the door. I'll respect my word though that it's not a gang-bang. It may feel like it's heading in that direction at times, but I want this all to myself". As I said the word 'this', I ran my finger in between the gorgeous soft globes of his arse to lightly stroke his boy-hole and make my meaning clear. He gasped, and clung to me more tightly. "Yes of course, sorry, whatever you want". "Good boy", I said. "Now, I need to teach you how to bend over and pick things up ...". - o O o - Author's Note: -------------- I hope you're enjoying Noah's adventures so far. He certainly is. He's confessed a couple of times now to exploring his kinky side by reading stories on the internet. I'm the guardian of Noah's back-story, and I can assure you that he would have been right here where you are now - checking out and enjoying the Nifty libraries. Sadly, he's a fictional character but you, dear reader, and the millions like you who visit for pleasure, are not. This site reaches people like Noah who are exploring (whether young or old), as well as those who for cultural or other reasons may not (yet) be able to take part in the kinds of adventures that he is going through, and so are able to live these vicariously. Nifty is my 'go to' site for one-handed reading - it's been there for as long as I can remember there being an internet in it's present form - giving me decades of enjoyment no less. My hundreds of bookmarked favourites that keep me company and turned on when others cannot are testament to the breadth and depth of written talent that Nifty curates. If Nifty were a physical building filled with printed stories, it would rightly be celebrated as a queer treasure of international standing. It would receive grants for funding, and the community would reach out to support it through volunteering (e.g. in Edinburgh we have a smaller version of this idea at the Lavender Menace Queer Books Archive). But Nifty's not a physical building. It exists online, and that means disk storage, backups, CPU upgrades, electricity bills, internet name registration fees, cloud fees, etc etc etc. If you find yourself feeling the same way as me, and are able to, I'd urge you to help keep this fabulous resource going. So, for us and for all the future Noah's of the world please visit https://donate.nifty.org - o O o -

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Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2024 14:28:09 +0000 From: [email protected] Subject: Noahs Festival Show - chapter 4 CHAPTER FOUR As I walked back alone into the living room, the conversation stopped dead. Clearly they'd been expecting Noah's return. "Don't look so disappointed guys, this evening's entertainment will be back with the drinks in a moment. Let me just sort this first though", and I picked up the TV remote control and placed it on the floor in front of the telly. "What the ...?", began Dan, puzzled, but I shushed him. "Wait and see my lover. Wait and see what drama Act II brings us". Noah returned to the living room carrying the drinks which were distributed to the others. He stood in front of me expectantly, clearly steeling himself for the next phase of his public display. And speaking of 'steel', the front of his shirt was tented, where his cute little spike pushed out the material. In fact, the pre-cum dampness was beginning to make the white cotton transparent, so it looked like he was trying to conceal a large raspberry in the folds of his shirt. Again though, I mixed things up, not going along with whatever script was in Noah's head for how things would unfold. "I thought we might watch some TV - would you mind passing me the remote from over there please Noah", and I nodded to where it lay on the floor. I could see the cogs in his head turning. He was working out where the remote was, and what he'd have to do to retrieve it. He grinned as he joined the dots and finally made sense of my earlier strange lesson in the kitchen where I taught him how I expected things to be picked up in my home. He was blushing again, but the dirty little bugger seemed almost keen now to complete his task - he was definitely getting more and more into this. Wearing nothing but his shirt, Noah turned and walked over to the front of the telly. Facing away from us all, he slowly moved his ankles to be about three feet apart. With a deep breath for courage, he bent smoothly from the waist, and reached down to pick up the remote, causing the shirt to rise over his pink, peachy globes, and presenting the room with the most beautiful view of boy bum. What a sight. Only a couple of yards in front of us, sweet little cheeks parted by his splayed legs, his boy-hole was clearly on display for all to see. It was surrounded by a few wisps of dark-blond hair, but was otherwise pink and unblemished. His ball-sack too hung sweetly - presented for us and also framed by light-brown wispy curls. There was no sign of his cock though - that was clearly standing straight up in front at the moment in testament to his excitement. Seb let out his trademark low, dirty chuckle, and Dan a nervous giggle, while Noah held the pose for the count of ten seconds as previously instructed. Beaming, he returned to me and presented the remote and asking "Is that what you wanted, Sir?". I grinned at him, pleased both by his double meaning, and by his reference to me as 'Sir'. "Yes boy, you did very well. Given that little display though, I'm not sure you have much need for the shirt any more. Come here". I pulled him to me, undoing the shirt's remaining two lowest buttons, allowing his torso and crotch to escape the confines of the garment. He held on to the remote as I turned him to face the room. Lowering the shirt from his shoulders, I finally unveiled him - starkers now in front of four other horny guys, all of whom were around twice his age. "Very nice young Noah" interjected Dan. "Umm, thanks" said our nude house-boy, cock wagging in the breeze. He was presented joyfully to the room, his back to me as I'd positioned him, delicious bum about eight inches from my face. I was stiff as a board (and I suspect the others were too, given the amount of crotch-adjusting that was going on), and it was taking all my will power not to just reach out to part his cheeks and shove my tongue up his sweet little shitter. ("Still, there's always later", I thought). I noticed he still clutched the remote, clinging on to the one piece of domestic normality in this otherwise fucked-up little scene. "Actually Noah, I've changed my mind about watching TV - after all, we've got something much better to look at now, haven't we?", I said, swatting him gently on the arse so there'd be no doubt that I meant we'd all be ogling him for the rest of the evening. "Why don't you just put the remote back down please?". He went to take a step towards the telly, but I grabbed him by both hips. "No no, putting it down where you are will be fine - on the floor in front of me please. And remember, putting things down is just like picking things up, only in reverse". Sure enough, arse still only a few inches from my face, he spread his legs to the pre-instructed three feet apart and bent over from the waist, placing the remote on the floor. If the view was magnificent before, then this close-up it was spectacular. Every detail clearly visible in front of me and this time with an extra sense in play, as a hint of boy-musk hit my nose - a clean but oh-so-dirty scent filling me with lust and wetting my mouth with saliva. As he held his ten second pose, I seriously considered just immediately chucking our guests out of the house to drag him to bed and ravish his sexy little frame. But no, I thought, good things come to those who wait - there's more of this game to be played. Level as his hole was with my mouth, I leaned forward slightly. Again, the scent was overwhelming - not dirty, but a delicious earthy, musky odour of teen arse that just made me even stiffer. I'm sure that the others thought I was moving in to rim his cute little hole, but instead I just blew a gentle stream of air onto his offered pucker. He groaned loudly and lewdly. From my close-up vantage point between his legs, I was rewarded with the sight of several drops of pre-cum falling to the floorboards at my feet. I grinned and thought to myself how well Act II seemed to be going. - o O o -

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Date: Thu, 12 Sep 2024 17:36:10 +0000 From: [email protected] Subject: Noahs Festival Show - chapter 5 CHAPTER FIVE "OK Noah, you can stand up now". He had stayed down well beyond a count of ten, seemingly reluctant to stop obscenely presenting his hole and return to a merely lewd display of nudity. I slapped a cheek, and he stood upright, startled out of his lustful stupor. "OK, another round of drinks for everyone please, and you can fetch yourself one too. Off you go now". He wandered round the room collecting glasses, his still-stiff cock bobbing like a little metronome in front of him. As Noah left, Seb gave me a slow, ironic hand clap. "Very good Master Graeme, very good. I'm not sure how much further you can take this short of throwing the lad down on the rug in front of us and buggering him silly. And while I for one wouldn't want to see your sorry old arse in action, I don't think Noah would stop you. I may be getting on a bit, but I can still recognise a horny boy when I see one". "Thanks Seb - what about the other two of you - I'm not going too far for you am I? I've got another couple of tricks in mind before we go to the pub if you're not too freaked out?". They all nodded their assent, as I moved on to the grand finale of the public part of tonight's show. Noah returned with the drinks in two trips, and we all settled back down, eager for the fun to continue. Our naked little house guest looked so sweet with his ever-present stiffie bobbing about for the world to see, nestled in it's little ball of light-brown pubes, but I wondered if there was one further step to Noah's denuding that I could nudge him towards. I gestured to the floor at my feet, and he sat cross-legged on the cold wooden floor. Stunning as his naked arse was, I wasn't sure I wanted it on my fabric sofas. On my face for sure, but not on my sofas. The grown-ups made small talk, as if having a stark bollock naked teenager at my feet whilst we gossiped about mutual friends and acquaintances was an everyday occurrence. I grinned, thinking that I was bound to be the subject of tomorrow's gossip. As I chatted, I absent-mindedly placed my hand on Noah's head and ran my fingers through his light-brown curls, stroking the nape of his sweet little neck and tracing the top of his spine. I leaned over to sniff the contents of his glass, taking a sip to confirm that the cheeky little bugger had poured himself a neat double gin on the rocks. Oh well, I suppose I couldn't really begrudge him some Dutch courage. Speaking of Noah's position, I decided it was time to move things along again. Returning his glass, I left my hand dangling in front of him, gently stroking his hairless chest and teasing his nipples. The others carried on talking, but conversation gradually dried up as they spotted that my hand was moving lower and lower over his tight little abs, through his downy little treasure trail and towards his ever-stiff cock. I did lightly run my finger over his knob, smearing the built-up pre-cum over the head, but that wasn't my real target. Instead, my sticky digits ended up nestled in his boy curls, in that lovely warm junction between his belly and the base of his jutting cock. I wasn't actually touching his member, just gently teasing the pubes, tugging on them slightly and twirling them in my fingers. He was breathing more heavily now, to the extent that this was the only audible sound in the room. My hand slipped lower, cupping his ball-sac, and again teasing and playing with his pubes. He gasped a couple of times, presumably when I tugged a little too hard for comfort. "Sorry about that", I finally said, breaking the silence. "You've got a lovely little cock and balls, but all this hair does seem to be getting in the way of my enjoyment of it". He looked up at me, puzzled by my remarks. He didn't immediately say anything, so I prompted him, "Is there anything you think we could do about that Noah?". I left the remark hanging there, watching as the cogs again turned in his mind, waiting for them to align in a jackpot-winning combination. "Um, well yes, sorry about that. I guess I could go and do a bit of what do they call it - 'manscaping' then?". His eyebrows were raised in question, wanting to please me. "Well, that might be a start I suppose, but I wonder if there perhaps might be a more thorough option. I do like things to be nice and smooth if you get my meaning?". Again, there was that biting of the lower lip as he processed what I was saying, followed by an audible 'gulp'. So fucking sweet. I could eat him. "Erm, well I've never done that before, but I could borrow a razor I suppose? Is that what you had in mind?". Fuck, this was hot, sitting in a room with my lover and a couple of friends whilst a naked little fuck-boy offered to shave himself bare for me. "That does sound nice Noah, but it might be a bit tricky if you've not done it before, and I'm sure that some of those nooks and crannies might be difficult to get into. Why don't I come and give you a hand?" I said as if I was doing him a great favour. He smiled, somewhat wistfully I thought, as if he recognised that he was about to surrender the outward signs of his short-lived manhood, and return to being a boy again. "Up you get then. Bring our drinks", I instructed him. "Gentlemen, will you excuse us for ten minutes please. Do talk amongst yourselves while I prepare a scenery change for Act III". I made a rather spectacular exit from the living room, leading naked young Noah off by his very, very erect cock. - o O o -

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Date: Mon, 9 Sep 2024 19:06:10 +0000 From: [email protected] Subject: Noah's Festival Show - chapter 02 CHAPTER TWO We've known Sebastian and Ray for years. We're all just mates; they're not a couple or anything. Each is single at the moment and I'm sure they won't mind me telling you that they've been round the block a bit. Seb is totally unshockable, but Ray is a bit more vanilla, and I knew I'd have to ease him gently into my plans for the rest of the evening. "Where's the youngster then Graeme?" asked Seb (oh yeah, for the purpose of this story, my name is Graeme - sorry I forgot to mention it earlier), "Or do we just call him 'victim'?". "Ah, funny you should mention that Seb; he does seem to be planning on staying over at ours tonight as it happens. I've just sent him on a little errand first - he'll be back in a minute, then I thought a couple of drinks at ours before we hit the bars?". Everyone nodded their agreement at this plan. I had a quick chance to whisper to Dan that I'd planned some 'entertainment' for us with Noah. Dan & I had been together for many years and we'd often played around with threesomes, so I knew he'd be cool about tonight. I let him know though that this was going to be more of an 'observational' one for him this time, and he grinned his assent. Just for the record, I love that man so much. I also took the time to quietly let Ray know that we'd be having a little fun with the boy, and that whilst there would be some bare flesh on display, there'd definitely be no outright sex. It's weird isn't it how sometimes sex with a total stranger is fine, but the idea of doing it with, or even just in front of, a close mate is a complete turn off? Anyway, just then Noah returned - his face flushed a bright, beetroot red. The four of us looked at him. For me it was an expectant look as I made eye contact and held my hand out flat in the middle of our small circle of friends. "You have something for me then Noah?". He cleared his throat nervously and handed me some garish item, balled up in his fist. I might have known that he'd be the red silk boxers type - given the rest of his outfit choices, I shouldn't have been surprised. I slowly unfolded it for inspection in front of him and the others. From the look on his face, I'm sure he was praying for the ground to open up and swallow him there and then. "Good boy. Well done". Seb and Ray stood there too, looking at each other as if to say "is that what we think it is?". Dan, bless him, had seen me pull this trick before (as it were), and just beamed at me, grinning. To help clarify things for Seb and Ray, I slowly folded the boxers so the buttons of the fly were uppermost, and raised them to sniff at the small damp patch that was now evident there. "Hmm. Very nice Noah - it doesn't smell of pee, so I'm guessing that must be pre-cum. I can still remember what being a teenager was like. Let's get you back to ours before you soak those fancy trousers of yours". And with that we were off into the cold night air. It was about a fifteen minute walk to the flat, and I was busy thinking about what new mischief I could sow without going too far. Then it hit me - I had a plan. "Oh yeah", I said nonchalantly to the assembled group as the five of us walked on, "Noah was telling me in the pub that he's a bit of a naturist". I looked over to Noah and winked at my outright lie, giving him the message to play along. "Oh really?", said Dan - his tone simultaneously indicating that he knew there was a game being played here, and that he was in. "Um, yes", muttered Noah, perfectly adopting the role of willing victim. Great, I'd gotten him to agree, so he couldn't really back down now. I butted in before he could continue, saying to everyone "That's right - he was telling me how he just loves to be totally nude indoors whenever possible". "Wow", said Ray, "yes, that IS interesting", clearly warming to my little scheme and the unfolding prospect of some naked boy-flesh on display. "You guys don't mind do you if he, you know, drops them when we get back to ours - after all, we're all boys together, right, and it'd be nice to make our guest feel comfortable?". This was met with a chorus of grunts and nods of approvals from everyone except Noah, who once again was chewing on that sexy bottom lip of his. I let the others get slightly ahead, so I could talk to Noah and reassure him. "Really, it'll be fine -- I hope this is the kind of fun you wanted - just think of it like getting changed at the swimming pool. It'll please me a lot, and I promise you it'll just be looking by the guys - no touching. Trust me, yeah?". He nodded assent, but I could see the fear there too. I don't think my cock had ever been harder. - o O o -

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Date: Sun, 8 Sep 2024 16:11:23 +0000 From: [email protected] Subject: Noah's Festival Show - chapter 1 CHAPTER ONE We literally bumped into Noah at a Fringe comedy show at this year's Edinburgh Festival. My partner Dan and I had arranged to meet a couple of friends - Sebastian and Ray - in the bar for a pre-show drink. Just as we were finishing up and about to go into the show, a cute little twink came rushing in, looked around wildly, then crashed into me, spilling the last dregs of my beer. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he said to us, "might you direct me to the box office please?". He was very well-spoken, middle-class English, short and slim, standing about 5'8" with a button nose on a sweet little face surrounded by a mess of mousey-brown curls. Nice as that package was though, what stood out about him was his outfit. You've heard of 'mutton dressed as lamb'? Well this was definitely 'lamb dressed as mutton'. He can't have been more than about nineteen, but looked like an extra from Downton Abbey. He had the whole foppish look going on - mustard corduroy trousers with a red velvet waistcoat over a formal white shirt; a black, embroidered jacket with a silk hanky in the top pocket, all finished off with shiny brown brogues. Don't get me wrong, he was very pretty and looked tasty enough to eat, but he was definitely over-dressed for a night out on the Edinburgh comedy circuit in August. Anyway, I looked him up and down, smiled at him, wordlessly raised an eyebrow and nodded to just over his shoulder where the big neon sign said 'Box Office'. "Oh, umm, thanks", and he rushed off to buy a ticket. I grinned at my companions, "What do we think then guys - family?". "Oh definitely," said Sebastian, "no doubt about that one whatsoever". I went to fetch drinks to take in with us, and was just being served as our young fopp joined me at the bar after buying his ticket. "Erm, sorry again about earlier. Could I perhaps buy you a drink to replace what I spilled?". "No no, you're fine - thanks for asking but it was almost finished anyway. Look, I'm getting a round in anyway - let me get you one too while I'm at it". He accepted a gin & tonic (what else!?) as we established via small talk that he was in town for the weekend, crashing at a friend's place to take in some Festival shows and get a feel for the city before starting here at University in a few weeks. As my friends and I went into the show he just tagged along uninvited, joining us in the front row and sitting next to me, grinning. I was beginning to wonder if our little chum might be as interested in me as I was in him. But then of course, dressed as he was and sitting in the front row, there was no way that he wouldn't get picked on by the act. He held his own with the banter though, and sure enough the comic soon moved on to pick on Sebastian, sat on my other side. As we filed out afterwards I nodded to Noah, "One more in the bar then?". I let the others go off and chat whilst I got to know our potential new friend a little bit better. After a few minutes, I'd mentioned that Dan was my partner, and without anything explicit being said about Noah's sexuality, it became clear that he was definitely sniffing around too. I was getting another vibe though, and that was a LOT more interesting. I decided to move in. "So, what's your story then Noah?" "Hmm?". "Don't get me wrong, I like you but you seem 'different' somehow to other guys?". "Different?". "Yeah, well I don't just mean the whole gay thing; that's pretty common nowadays and nobody really gives a damn any more do they?, but there's something else about you - something you're keeping back?". "Umm, like what? I'm afraid I'm not sure what you mean?". "Really? Well I must warn you I have a knack for sniffing these things out you know". I grinned at him and leaned in, smelling his hair just behind his ear. "Hmm, doesn't smell like a virgin - that's not it then?". He giggled softly and shook his head, but his eyes were wide, genuinely fearful that I really could divine whatever dirty secret he was hiding. "I'm sure I could make you tell me given enough time, but I think guessing is way more fun". He opened his mouth to reply, but I stopped him by pressing my finger to his lips. He shivered slightly, and held my gaze, but didn't pull away. There he was, in a crowded theatre bar totally unresisting as a virtual stranger held a finger to his hushed lips. As we held our positions, the desire between us became more and more apparent. After about ten long seconds, I slowly moved my finger from side to side, parting his lips slightly. He exhaled gently through his nose, like a horse that had just been broken. I felt an amazing rush of sexual power (well actually, I thought to myself "fuck me, I've turned into some kind of twink-whisperer here"). Looking into his eyes, I saw he was experiencing the reciprocal emotion, having been caught and about to be claimed and tamed. I definitely had him. I put a name to it for both of us - "I see. So our naughty little Noah is a big submissive then". It was more of a statement than a question, but he lowered and raised his head once in a curt little nod. "Have you done much about it?". This time his head shook once from side to side. I moved my finger away, giving him permission to speak. "Well, just looking at stuff on the internet really, and reading stories too. I've thought a lot about it I guess, but no, I've never done anything about it". "'It'? Noah. What exactly have you got in mind when you say 'it'?". "Oh gosh, well I'm embarrassed to say really, but I think just doing what I'm told I suppose. Yes that's it, doing everything I'm told to do by someone a bit older and a bit more experienced. Letting them take charge I guess?". He blurted the last bit out, looking up at me as if he'd just confessed some filthy, soul-troubling sin. "I see," I murmured gently, "and could that be someone like me perhaps?". And there it was again, that hesitant little nod, barely hiding a raw, passionate eagerness behind it. Fuck, I was beginning to get a hard-on here in the bar just thinking about where this was heading. "OK yeah, I can help you out with that then. I'll have to clear it with my other half Dan over there, but as long as you don't mind an audience, I'm sure he'd be up for watching me fulfil your fantasies. If this is going to work though, you'll have to really trust me. I won't hurt you - at least not too much and not for too long", I said with what was meant to be a disarming grin, "but if we're doing this properly I'm going to stop asking you questions and start giving you instructions to follow. If there's anything you don't want to do, just walk away and the game's over - it all stops straight away". He nodded his understanding and compliance, gently nibbling his bottom lip in a nervous gesture that was as sexy as fuck. Holy shit, if I played my cards right, I'd be nibbling on that lip and various other of his body parts too before the night was out. "Now then, like I said, I'm going to tell you what to do and you're going to do it. No questions asked. So here's the rest of your evening: we're all going back to my flat for a couple of drinks before we hit the local gay bars, and you're going to be our house-boy for the night. There may be some bare flesh on your part, but I promise you it's not going to be a gang bang - I'm not sharing you with our friends, much as Ray and Sebastian might like that, and there's no sex in front of them - maybe just a little light teasing though. After we're finished in the bars, our friends will head off, and you and I will go back to mine to play properly while Dan watches. Oh, and I guess you'll probably need to let your friend know that you won't be staying at their place tonight so they don't worry". His jaw dropped as he realised what he was getting into - I gently put a finger under his chin and lifted it up to close his mouth. "Much as I like you with an open mouth, I'm going to save that for later. Right now, I just want you to go into the gents and remove your underwear". He gulped audibly, and looked at me with wide, pleading eyes. "What? You do have underwear on I assume?". "Yes of course" he hissed, "boxers if you must know". I raised my palm back to his face again, this time cupping his cheek. I patted his face gently, then intimated my displeasure via a firm but playful tap to show that I could and would slap the shit out of him if there was any more backchat. "Perfect then lad. Off you go. I'll be back over there beside my friends. When you come out of the gents, find me and hand me your undies - make sure that at least Dan can see what you're doing. We'll all head back to my place once you've done that. Now off you go. There's a good boy". I turned him round, pointed him towards the gents and patted him on the rump. He looked back over his shoulder at me with a perfect mix of lust and trepidation in his eyes. Shaking myself into action, I wandered back over to my friends, planning how to break the news that they now had a whole different kind of show to look forward to. - o O o -

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Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2024 18:45:56 +0000 From: Jesse Hunter <[email protected]> Subject: Delmore ch 9 Please remember to donate to Nifty so that we can continue to enjoy free work that we all enjoy sharing with each other. You can donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/. If you enjoy these stories, feel free to hit me up at [email protected] Delmore chapter 9 Sir Tyler led me by the arm to the commissary. I was given two protein bars and a liter of water. It basically equalled 450 calories and 40 grams of protein. Well, not given. I had to earn it by sucking the nut out of Sir Tyler. The white boys were all given the same couple of snacks throughout the day with usually one large calorie meal to keep their strength up. Whatever they were given to eat was on the orders of their owner as their body would be shaped to His liking. This included a specific workout program as well. This had already been decided for me, I just didn't know it yet. After I ate, with a little extra protein from Sir Tyler (ok a lot of extra protein from Sir Tyler), He took me to a dorm that I had not been to yet. It seemed fairly normal. Well, aside from the collared, caged, naked white boys serving Black Inmates. Which, in this place, was pretty normal. The staff for the dorm was white since the Black COs were busy breaking in the new white arrivals. I was led over to a corner of the rec room where there was a small cage like box. Sir Tyler ordered me to take my pants off but leave my uniform shirt on. I was ordered to crawl inside. I was grateful that the bottom was padded. My head was locked into place and on the outside of the cage. When clamped at the front, it formed a steel ring around my neck. I was ordered to push my hands through the bars of the front and they were cuffed on the outside. One of those mouth opening devices was firmly attached as well. When Sir Tyler closed the back of the cage, my pussy was exposed to whoever wanted it. "See ya in four hours, bitch. Try not to get pregnant." At first, no one paid me any attention. Almost like I was just another piece of furniture. The head of the cage was facing the tv so at least there was something to distract me during the lull. It looked like a local access channel of some type. I'd never seen it before. But, who watches regular tv anymore? Everything is a streaming service. I felt someone behind me. The familiar feeling of a dick entering. While getting fucked I was enthralled by what I was seeing on that tv. The show was apparently called "training your white animals". The Man behind me shot His seed into my pussy during a commercial break advertising "cracker bits" (a delicious but necessary meal of protein and nutrients for your white property). I knelt in that cage, Superior DNA leaking from my pussy, drool streaming out of my open mouth, wondering how this had slipped passed us. How did we miss whole-ass tv shows about owning us? How far did these shows reach? While mid-ponder a Black Inmate walked up to the front of the cage and started pissing in my mouth. Thanks to the device, I was unable to swallow so it mostly splashed onto the floor in front of me. Eventually, a collared white slave came over and licked it all up. it also went behind me and licked up all the cum from my hole and the parts it could get to since the cage blocked some of its access. Another show came and went with no action to distract me from watching it. This one was "How well does Your white know You?" The whites in the show nervously answered questions about their Black Owners as the Owners sat quietly and watched in front of a live studio audience. There were four Black owners and at least two whites per Owner. All sexes. The whites were dressed in what looked like g-strings and speedos. The women were in sports bras. In the white boy bulges I could see the outlines of obvious clit cages. At the end of the show, which captivated my attention just as much as the box I was locked in had captivated my body, the winning white team was announced. Their Owner had won an all-expense paid trip to the Bahamas. The remaining whites were immediately auctioned off to Black Members of the audience. I noticed they seemed to fetch what I considered to be low prices. How long had this been happening under our noses? I noticed a Black Inmate lead His white property over to the video phones for inmate use. The white made a call and was bent over the table in front of the video phone by his Black Owner. About the time the call was accepted by the other party was also about the time I saw that Black dick go up that white ass. On the other end of the video was a naked white girl getting fucked the same way. From the conversation, I gathered they were husband and wife before he was locked up. Both of them seemed incredibly happy with their lives at the moment. I thought of my wife. She hadn't heard from me in days. I wondered how long would pass before she called my pd to ask if I was ok. I was alone with my thoughts in that cage/box over in the corner when I saw the news come on the tv. It was local news but a channel I'd never seen before. Two very attractive Black Anchors informed us that They would be bringing U/us the latest news and updates that mattered to the Citizens and servants of the Black Republic's District 33. The first part was a bit difficult for me to follow as it dealt with politics within the ruling council of the Black Republic's leadership. No light was shed on how long this quiet revolution had been taking place, but they had clearly taken over the civic leadership in numerous smaller municipalities throughout the state. It became clear to me that They were using numerous whites that belonged to Them to help infiltrate and control local governments. I started remembering a time that me a group of my cop buddies were drinking beer and bitching about how nobody pays attention to local politics because they are so distracted by national politics. We knew as cops, the local elections were the most important yet had the lowest voter turnout. Clearly, our Superiors had figured this out. Local ordinances were being passed, housing markets were changing, wealth was shifting. The whites in those areas (that hadn't seen the writing on the wall and moved) were being arrested by the local police and thrown into the local jails and state facilities which had become reeducation camps for the BNWO if they refused to comply. How did this escape the attention of the state authorities? Or did the Black Republic have a foothold there too? It seemed obvious to me that They must. If so, why did the state send me here? I didn't get much more time to think about that as the Anchors announced breaking news. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Leaders of Our revolution have just made an announcement. As of last night's special elections We now have complete control of Mississippi." Both Anchors stood up with Their right fist raised and shouted "Black Power!" The rec room erupted in thunderous applause with the Black Inmates standing and giving that same salute while shouting "Black Power". The whites dropped to their knees with gazes lowered and shouted "Black Power Sir!" I couldn't say shit because my mouth was still propped open and sore as hell. After that ending to the local news, the Men in the room began to celebrate by fucking every white. To include the two COs assigned to that dorm. I got used for what seemed like an hour or so after that. I don't think there was a solid minute when a dick wasn't in my pussy. So much cum was on my face and in my hair. I doubt I'd have been recognisable. I was damn near unconscious by the time Sir Tyler came back to get me. I was so grateful to be freed that I almost fucked up and hugged Him. I was ordered to strip the rest of the way (which was only my shirt). I was to follow Him out of the dorm and then crawl once in the hallway until W/we arrived at the classroom. As I crawled behind Sir Tyler to the classroom, another Black CO met Him in the t-intersection of the hall. The other CO was followed by a line of crawling, naked white boys. I recognised the one I'd been "indoctrinated" with on day one. I fell in line with the rest and heard Sir Tyler and the other Sir talking as They walked. "Did you hear the news about Mississippi?" "Fuck yeah I did! With Louisiana that's two now. I'm betting We take Alabama before Georgia takes Their's." "Wanna put some money on that?" "Nah bruh, but I'll put up one of My bitches." "From here or Your house?" "Either." "I want that fire crotch chic You got at home. " "That's My favorite bitch but ok. I'm pretty confident about this." We made it to the classroom and were ordered to go be seated. I seemed to have zero problems mounting the dildo desk this time. We sat quietly, patiently waiting for our Instructor to arrive. To be continued.....

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Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2023 22:48:47 -0700 From: Kevin Cine <[email protected]> Subject: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 5 FROM CHAPTER 4 Shit. Here I was with a boner on a city bus and with all these people around. My dick twitched again and I felt it get wet. Fuck - now I'm precuming with a boner. And I'm holding a cummy speedo about to get half naked in public to get it on me. Jared sat there staring at me like he was king of the world. There was a twisted pleasure on his face that somehow made him even more charming to me. Why did I wear jeans today? It's going to take so much longer to get them off AND I've got to take my shoes off too. How did I get into this mess? Oh right, my hot best friend. Here goes nothing. I leaned down and unlaced my trainers. CHAPTER 5: BUS I slipped off my shoes and slid them aside but still within reach. I sat up, looked at Jared once more. He still had the same cocky, amused look on his face. He tilted his head to the side as if to say, "Well? What are you waiting for?" I took a deep breath and reached for the button on my jeans - popped it open and then slowly lowered my zipper. Jared moved his hand up my thigh and through the fabric knocked my dick loose before removing his hand from me. My dick sprang to attention out of my pants and a huge drop of precum landed on the outside of my pants. At least it will dry clear. I groaned at Jared, "Dude, watch it. You're making this harder." "You can take it," he replied. "Don't think YOU are getting any harder. Haha. And nice boner." That little monster inside of me was so pleased that Jared complimented my boner, especially because that meant he was looking at my dick. But this was a terrible moment for Jared to make me hornier as I was about to be half-naked in public. I took a moment to prep the cum filled speedos on the seat next to me and then picked them up in my right hand to make it easy for me to get them on after my pants cleared my feet. Another deep breath and I lifted my ass up off the seat, the smallest amount possible and pulled my jeans down exposing my bare butt. I glanced around the bus again as the jeans came down my legs. Most people weren't even paying attention to us which was a godsend for me in my predicament. Jared leaned into my left ear and whispered, "Let's go buddy boy." He reached his hand behind me and started to gently play with my ass cheeks. My dick started precumming like a faucet. I tried to keep it pointed forward between my legs so it wouldn't get prefuck all over my t-shirt but some still got on there. Oh well, at the moment, I had worse things to worry about. I got my jeans all the way down and slipped them off. I quickly released them. With my left hand, I spread the speedos open and popped my legs through them. Jared continued to kneed my ass as I struggled to pull my speedos up my legs. I got them up mid-thigh before I could go no farther in my current position. I reached down for my jeans, intending to put them on to help hide me while I forced the speedos over my plump ass. "No dude. No jeans until the speedos are fully on." Jared said as if I should have known that. "But I..." "You need to pay more attention and learn to do as you're told." he replied, interrupting me. "Okay." I replied, defeated and continued to struggle to get the too small speedos beyond my thighs and over my cheeks. Jared offered some help, "I bet if you stood up more, it would be easier." FUCK! I'm already half off the seat. It will be way easier to see me if I get any higher. And my dick was still raging in front of me. But I dared to raise up even more. "Good job, buddy. Now get them on before the stop. Only 2 blocks and more people will be coming on the bus." Shit. I hadn't been paying attention to that. Everyone behind me was sure to look forward when it stopped. People would get on and see me squating in my seat. I was so turned on by what was happening and terrified all at the same time. I felt like if I even stroked my cock one time, I would bust. After all, I hadn't jacked it in 4 days, which as a teenager might as well be a year. 4 DAYS! Time to get these speedos on! My dick was still drooling precum. I realized Jared was looking at it along with my ass. He spoke, "Dude, does the public thing turn you on?" "Uhm... Yeah, that's why." I lied. He laughed. I brushed it off trying to look cool. I bent at the knees more, sliding my body forward so my knees were touching the seat back in front of me. The tip of my dick was only inches from the seat back as I squeezed my ass to make it more compact. Jared leaned into my ear again. "No homo bro - But you've got a killer ass for a guy." Jared leaned back -- running his hand down my crack before pulling it away. But not before his index finger graciously touched my hole. Then my world exploded. I did manage to get my speedo up over my ass cheeks, and to pull my balls into its tiny front pouch. That positioned my dick so it was horizontal in front of me, the tip touching the seat back in front of me. My asshole clenched, my dick twitched, and then I had the biggest orgasm I've ever had. Jared immediately pulled his hand away from me and sat there, watching the show. Cum rocketed out of dick onto the seat back, followed by glob after glob (14 by the end) as I emptied my nuts. I held my mouth shut afraid of the sound I'd make if I opened it. The sheer intensity made my eyes water. As I was cumming I made the mistake of looking up and accidentally made eye contact with the bus driver in his rearview mirror -- he was in his 30s and looked like an average joe who probably had a wife and kids at home. The bus driver and I stared at one another -- me trying desperately not to give away that I was unloading my spunk all over his bus seats and him, trying to figure me out. After what felt like hours of this unwanted eye contact, he grinned at me, winked, and then looked away. I began to come down from my orgasm -- sweaty, confused and still pants-less. The first thing I did is try to stuff my very sensitive, cummy, and still hard cock into my tiny speedos, with little success. I could get most of my 7 inch shaft sideways into them but the head was a no go, so it lay against my lower abs, still releasing a bit more cum onto my skin and into the speedo. The driver pressed the brakes and all us passengers were thrust forward. I pressed my right hand against the seat in front for dear life, trying not to plaster my t-shirt in jizz. And boy was there a lot of it. I'd wager a guess it would fill most of a mug. It coated the back of the seat looking like I had frosted it. Huge globs all over and then streaks running down towards the floor. The monster inside me was proud, whereas my logical brain was horrified. I'd just cummed right in front of my best friend and on a city bus. Granted it was his fault but still the part of me that wasn't horny as fuck about it was very embarrassed. My jeans! I'd forgotten them. I looked down to where they were and to my dismay they weren't there. Oh shit, did they slide down to the front of the bus? I'm dead. Jared noticed my concern and frantic searching. "Dude, I got you," Jared said gesturing down as he used his foot to slide my jeans out from under our seat. The bus stopped fully and the passenger door at the front opened. Several of our classmates entered. "Shall I invite them to sit next to us?" Jared sinisterly whispered into my ear as I grabbed my jeans from the floor and stuffed my feet into them. "Please no." I responded, my face turning red. "I want another dare in return then." "Whatever you want." I said without even thinking about it. Jared nodded. I wiped the jizz on my hand off on the inside of my jeans and then quicker than I ever had, slipped my jeans up my legs and over my speedos. Then I considered what I had just promised. Oh no -- what was he going to do to me now? My horniest monster had been lulled a bit by my orgasm but it was still very much awake in the presence of Jared. I looked in front of me, reminding myself of the mess I'd made. Jared grinned at me and laughed under his breath. "Quite the mess you made, dude. You'd better clean it up before someone sees it." Jared said. "You're right. And I'm so sorry you saw that." "Don't apologize. It was fun watching you lose your mind like that. Especially in public. You hornball." I smiled despite myself. I was still freaked out that my best bro had witnessed that but no turning back now, I guess. I suppose now he and I have both seen each other cum. Well, I guess I've only heard and felt him, but that's not important right now. Or is it? I opened my backpack hunting for napkins, paper towels, or anything to clean up my load. To my distress there was nothing. There were already precum spots on my jeans and my shirt so I didn't want to add to that mess. I slipped my trainers back on realizing that they also had a bit of load on them. Hopefully, it wasn't that noticeable. Now that I'd had a moment sitting down it occurred to me how wet my ass was. I remembered that Jared's cum was now all over my dick and ass from the speedo. Hot! Also weirdly slimy to sit in. I'm sure I'll get used to it by the end of the school day. I ran through my options for a cum rag: I could go sockless today. I could use the inside of my t-shirt, it was white after all but then I'd have to feel dried cum all over me, all day again. Although, Jared's cum was already all over my dick, balls, pubes and ass - not to mention some of my cum too. I could use some of it as hair gel but there was too much and then Jared would know that's what I had done Friday night. Fuck me. My mind ran through these scenarios while Jared sat beside me, that smug look on his perfect face. "You can do the dare right now, starting with a truth." "Sure, Jared." I leaned in closer for this conversation to keep it as quiet as possible. "Truth and don't take too long or I'll know you are lying: Have you ever tasted your cum?" Jared said and then stared me down waiting for my answer. I responded -- not putting much thought into it because I was too afraid of where Jared was going with it. "No. Well I guess I've tried my precum a couple of times." "Great. Then your extra dare is to taste your cum. Right here and right now." As my eyes widened with this news, Jared reached his hand towards the cum covered seat back and pointed to a particularly large glob of my jizz in the center. I looked at Jared, pleading for him to change his mind. Jared just patted me on the back and pushed my torso forward towards the seat back. "Come on bro. You can do this buddy. Stick out that tongue and enjoy your taste explosion." Jared said, so nonchalant. I admired his confidence, even if it was at my expense. I turned to him, "You sure are a dare master." "Haha - yes I am," he replied, "I'll make sure you never forget it." Jared continued to push me forward as I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Seconds later, my tongue made contact with the wad of cum stuck to the seat. Jared held firm behind me as I scoped a rather large amount of cum using my tongue. I tried not to think about how clean the seat back was as my mouth became filled with the salty, bitter, and kind of sweet spunk flavor on my own load. Once Jared was satisfied with the volume I had put in my mouth he removed his hand from my back. For whatever reason, I continued to let the cum roll around in my mouth. It was all over my lips, teeth, gums and had spread itself across my tongue. Then I opened my mouth to show Jared - showing him I had completed the dare. "Nice job, bro. Hardly any resistance. Hope it's tasty." I nodded, a little disgusted with myself. It's not as if my jizz tasted that bad, it was more that I felt humiliated to have my own spunk in my mouth. I pulled the front of my t-shirt open and spat it out into the inside of my shirt. I asked Jared, "Do you think the taste of it will go away soon?" "Sure dude. Once you've eaten something else." I nodded, a little bummed it might take a while. Jared reminded me, "You'd better clean it up dude. Only a few more stops before school." "Right!" I slipped my trainers back off and took off my socks, then I put my shoes back on. One at a time, I used my socks to wipe off some of the cum from the seatback. Unfortunately, after a couple of swipes with the second sock, there was still quite a lot of cum left. "Oh buddy, looks like you need a better solution." Jared said laughing. "Fuck." I said, looking around the bus again -- feeling like all eyes were on me. "You know, dude. You could always eat it all." "Haha, real funny." Jared shrugged and said, "You know what it tastes like now. It's your spunk after all." "Yeah that's what makes it weird." "If you say so. Still a lot to clean up and we are moments away from school." I considered for a second, then leaned forward and took the bottom of my t-shirt flipping it under and then using the inside to mop up a bit more. This was effective, however, the flaw with this plan is that too much would soak through which would make it look like I was wearing a wet shirt. So once again, I stopped. Jared offered, "Wow dude. Whatcha gonna do now? Still a lot to go." "Shit, I know." "Don't worry, bro. It's just cum - only the manliest of us shoot that much." I smiled despite my ongoing predicament. Jared thought I was manly. Hell yes! Oh shit, am I getting turned on again. Oh no, please. The speedo is so tight. "Could still eat it," Jared reminded, laughing, "Although maybe you prefer someone else's." "Hell no. I don't want any of it in me." Jared was still very amused by the idea. I started to think about it and realized that somehow it was less gross if it was someone else's cum. Particularly if it was Jared's - Shit. I am getting another boner. I had no time to deal with my hardening dick, straining against the fabric of my speedo. I had to focus on the cum load on the seatback in front of me. Despite all the wiping up I'd done so far, there was still so much left -- several globs and some streaks left. My socks were soaked. My t-shirt was nearly as wet. My speedo underwear was soaked through and I was running out of options and time. I considered what to do with the socks. If I put them in my bag, cum would inevitably get all over my books and things. I decided the best course of action was to put them back on hoping they would dry out in a bit. So one foot at a time I slipped the cummy socks onto my feet. Jared continued to laugh at my expense as I slipped my trainers back on. I wiped the excess cum off my hand on the inside leg of my jeans and then rifled through my bag for my gym shorts. I pulled them out and turned them inside out. Jared nodded his approval as I used the to get most of the remaining globs off the seat and some of the streaks. They were that meshy athletic fabric so I hoped the jizz would dry quickly (I discovered in gym class that boy was I wrong). "Wow she looks fit today," Jared said while I worked. I looked over to find he was referring to our classmate Sara who was sitting towards the front of the bus. She kept glancing back at the two of us, making eyes and generally non-verbally flittering with the two of us. Jared became distracted by this, so I quickly used my right hand to wipe the remaining bit off the seat and then ran my hand/fingers through my hair before Jared could see. If I was lucky, it looked like I was just pushing my hair back. I'm sure it looked like gel again even though I didn't put any in that morning but oh well. What choice did I have at this moment? Pretty sure Jared didn't see me do it and I'm happy to say he didn't mention that my hair was restyled. Cum was cleaned up, I was damp and sticky head to toe (AGAIN!), but we were almost at school so I could relax a little. Sara, Jared and myself continued to silently flirt back and forth until the bus stopped at the school station and we all unloaded. Sara mentioned she liked my hair as we unloaded. I thanked her. Jared grinned at me noticing it had changed. * * * Despite the feeling of sticky cum and then later, dried cum all over parts of me, my morning was pretty okay. No one knew what happened on the bus (maybe the bus driver) and I don't think anyone could see what was all over my clothes and in my hair. Last class before lunch was Gym. I headed into the changing room like any other day. In the back of my mind though, I felt more confident because now I was friends with Jared. He was popular and certainly an athlete, so all the boys wanted to be his friend. Jared and I had become best friends over the weekend so I was sure I'd have a new status amongst my peers. At least, that's what I told myself. The boys changing room was as musty as always - filling my nostrils with the scent upon entry. I found a locker in one of the more private rows and started changing out of my regular clothes. I was hoping by being a little hidden I'd avoid any questions about the speedo situation under my jeans. One of them, a tall, brown haired footie player named Jeff poked his head into my row and said loudly, "What are you doing wearing those? Planning a swim later. OMG look at the back." He laughed at me -- It was obnoxious but worst of all, I feared would draw others around him. Which unfortunately it did. More of Jeff's friends gathered around him in various states of undress to observe. I tried to defend myself but no words came out of my mouth. Suddenly, Jared appeared in the group of them. He got in Jeff's face and spoke wth authority, "My buddy Rae can wear whatever the fuck he likes. They probably help him run circles around you on the field, like he did last week. If I were you, I'd stay off him and worry about why you can't manage to get a date with any girl. Maybe because you don't know what `rams' means. Except your mom I suppose." All of the boys erupted in laughter at Jeff's expense. For a moment, I laughed at him too. Then I just smiled at Jared -- confident in the benefits of our friendship. He winked back at me. Not just a friend but my protector. Not that I couldn't fight for myself but watching Jared stand up for me, made him all the hotter and me -- hornier. The group dispersed a few moments later to finish changing. Jared looked at me and then stuffed his bag in a nearby locker. I nodded at him in thank you. He winked back and said, "I got you bro. No one fucks with my buddy." I nodded and finished changing into my gym shorts. They were still wet from this morning, meaning I just smeared my cum all over the outside of my speedo. I'm sure a mess today. The coach yelled for us all to head out onto the court. I waited while Jared finished changing and then the two of us headed out. Jared gave my butt a couple smacks on the way out and I immediately got a semi. For class, we played Volleyball in the gym. The game was mostly uneventful in the beginning. Jeff actively left me alone. I did alright -- Volleyball isn't really my game but I like it well enough. Jared found a few choice moments to slap my ass without anyone noticing (at least I hoped not). It was fun enough until this other kid and Jared collided into one another trying to spike the ball. Jared fell and scraped his knee on the floor. "Shit!" Jared said as he held his leg. "Language, Jared." Coach said, "You alright?" Jared replied, "Sorry, Coach. I'll be fine. Just need to wash it and get a bandaid on it." "Then head back into the changing room and take care of it." "Thanks, Coach. Could Rae come with so he can help?" "Fine. In fact, since it's close to time, you might just change out when you two are finished and head on." "Thanks, Coach. Will do." Jared said. I walked over and gave him a hand to help him up. Jared swung his arm over my shoulders and the two of us headed back towards the changing rooms. The kid that had slammed into Jared apologized profusely. Jared nodded gratefully. He really was the star of the school. Upon entering the changing room, Jared let go of me and walked around checking all of the rows and glancing at the Coach's office. "Great, it's just us." I inquired, "Are you alright? Aren't you hurt?" "I'll be fine. Just wanted some privacy with my bro." "Yeah, what for?" "Well, dude. I'm sure you noticed how hot my GF was out there. Jumping around in that top and those short shorts." "Oh." I said, remembering that she was in fact in class with us. Meanwhile, my dick was curious where he was going with this. "I really need to bust a load before lunch or I'm gonna have a terrible case of blue balls. Will you be my lookout?" "Oh yeah. I'd be honored to," I said. Then I regretted my use of the word "honored". Jared smiled, amused. "Cool, dude. Follow me." Jared went down to our locker row and used his strong hands to position me so I'm standing at the end of the row looking towards the door that led to the gym. "Don't move. This won't take long but I don't want to get caught," Jared instructed, "Tell me if you hear or see anything." "You got it, Jared. You can count on me." Jared stood behind me. I heard his shorts fall to the floor. I looked behind me for a moment to see what was happening. Jared met my eyes and gestured to his dick, saying, "Do you miss seeing him already?" "Who?" "My dick, obviously." I smiled and we both laughed. In my shorts, my dick had gone to full mast. Jared's beautiful dick was sticking straight up. His boxer briefs pulled up under his balls. His balls looked great too. "Stop staring at your boy's tool and keep a lookout." "Sorry." I said and turned back around to stare at the door instead. I heard Jared working his cock behind me. Spitting on his hand and pumping that gorgeous man dick while I stood there feeling my boner squeeze against the speedo under my shorts. I couldn't help but adjust myself, pulling at my cock for some relief. A did it twice more. "Dude! You don't get to wack it while you're keeping a look out for your bro. Don't touch your cock until we are done." "Yes, Jared." I could feel his cocky and commanding grin as he said next, "Good boy." My dick released more precum onto my skin. His authoritative words struck me to the bone (pun intended). Just being this close to Jared while he jerked off was enough to put me on the edge of cumming. The abject terror of someone coming in managed to make me hornier somehow. What the Hell was going on with me? I knew why I wanted to please my hot bro friend so much but what's this sudden obsession with being in public? For whatever reason the combination of Jared telling me what to do and being in public was the perfect food for the monster inside of me. Jared kept pumping away. The distinct sounds of a precum-covered cock being stroked filled the changing room. My dick was unrestrainable at this point and breaking free of its cage. I didn't want Jared to know I had a boner so I leaned over to hide it. Without warning, I felt Jared's hot breath on the back of my neck and he whispered, "Lean over more. It will help me and you'll have a better view of the door in case someone comes in." "Of course," I said without questioning. I leaned forward. For a brief moment, Jared's dick poked at the back of my shorts. Then it moved away. I put my hands on my knees which made my ass stick out even more. I bet Jared had a great view of his favorite buddy's ass - hope that wasn't distracting him from jerking off. Jared leaned over me again, his wet cock brushing up against my butt. "Dude, your ass looks so good. It's like a girl's." "Thanks." "I'm gonna cum soon and I could use my best bro's help." "Sure, Jared. Whatcha need?" To be continued

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Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2024 11:31:30 -0700 From: nyiaja <[email protected]> Subject: Dad's Blumpkin boy Dad's Blumpkin Boy It was a beautiful morning and I was getting ready to start my work day. That's when I received a text from Master. "I plan to work out at 10am. Come and serve me at 1130am and lick the sweat off my pits. Be plugged and wear a diaper" I was immediately excited about the opportunity to serve Master when he was sweaty and musky. Master has nice hairy pits that have a wonderful musk when they get sweaty and Master lets me bury my face in there to lick it out if I behave. As always, I set out to prepare to be in Master's presence - I shaved my pubes and pits clean, and then douched thoroughly. I took a shower and waited anxiously for 11am to come. I lubed up my red butt plug and shoved it up my hole and then wore a diaper and drove over to Master's place. Master had already texted me the instructions "I had to hop on a work call. Go back to the yard and wait there for me". I went around the house to the private yard and waited for Master. After about 10min, Master came out- he was shirtless and wearing gym shorts. It was clear that he was free balling- the outline of Master's huge cock and big low hangers were clearly visible. Seeing my handsome hunky hairy Master, my tiny cock became as hard as it possibly could in my chastity cage. "Kneel! Hands behind your back!" Said my Master as he whipped out his cock. I knew what to do. I knelt in front of Master and put just the tip of his huge flaccid cock on my mouth, closed my eyes. He lit a cigarette and started smoking - soon a stream of golden elixir flooded my mouth. One of the first things Master trained me on was drinking straight from the tap - I can gulp without taking Master's thick cock out of mouth allowing me to swallow the copious amounts of pee that Master generously offers. After I had drained every last drop, Master said "Suck. Today I am going to teach you a new trick faggot" I started sucking Master's cock slowly - I twirled my tongue gently around his thick head - and felt it expand and occupy my entire mouth. Master's gigantic cock is so big and thick that just it hits my tonsils when my lips are at just 50% of the length. I slowly started making my way down the shaft - licking up and down, lubing it well with my saliva. Then I pushed all the way down to get 100% of Master's cock inside - his tip reaching deep down past the esophagus. I then slowly licked Master's hairy bull balls with my tongue, and started going up and down on the shaft. I continued deepthroating Master while he smoked wondering what new training I was to receive that day. Then Master told me to pull out, go inside the house and kneel in front of the bathroom. I went in, stripped to my diaper and then knelt in front of the bathroom and waited for Master. Usually when Master makes me clean his bathroom he just orders me to do so. Asking me to kneel near the bathroom was new. As I waited, I fantasized about all the possible new ways Sir could use me in the bathroom - would he fuck me in the shower? Would he shave my entire body? After a few min, Master walked in and kicked off his shorts. He was still fully erect and as he walked to me, his cock was throbbing. He grabbed my hair and dragged me into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. He made me crouch in between his legs. "Start sucking you slut!" Once again, I started with the tip of Master's throbbing cock. It was rock hard - and it was clear that Master was also very excited for what was to come. I made my way slowly down his shaft - and soon swallowed it entirely. "Good slut! Have you ever given someone a blumpkin faggot?" I had never even heard the word so I nodded my head to signal a "no". "Well, you are going to give me one now. Bob up and down slightly while I take a big fat shit!" I was in a slight state of shock! Master had trained me plenty with watersports but this was the first time he was making me blow him as he defecated. It was at once a feeling of some revulsion and pride. Revulsion because I had never been that close to anyone taking a shit in my adult life. Pride that Master trusted me enough to poop in front of me - it somehow felt that I had become more intimate in my servitude of my Master with this. Master had pushed my boundaries slowly and now I had crossed the next milestone. As everyone knows, defecating can stimulate one's prostate, and give one a hard on. Now adding deepthroat to that mix makes it an even more titillating experience. As Master pushed out a turd, I could feel his cock become even more stiff, while his balls pulled in tightly into to his groin. He moaned loudly and let out a huge fat turd. I continued for several minutes more as Master completed his business. "Good job faggot and congratulations on your first blumpkin. It definitely won't be your last! Now crawl back to the living room and wait in front of the couch!" As I left the bathroom, Master flushed the toilet and jumped into the shower. In ten minutes he came out naked, fresh and clean. He sat on the couch and ordered me to start sucking again. "I have only 10 min more slut. Now work a load out of me!" I knew what to do. I started sucking, and slobbered his dick with saliva with my tongue and quickly went down all the way. At the deepest, I started gently bobbing up and down just a few centimeters. This is Master's favorite spot. Soon, he was moaning again and as he took a whiff of poppers, said "Just like that faggot! You clearly know where you belong -Between my knees!" After a few minutes, Master was close- "Keep going faggot!" I held my breath and doubled the pace of my bobbing. Within seconds, I felt a huge squirt deep in my throat and the familiar taste of Masters's thick creamy sweet cum filled my throat. Master shot such a big load that this time some of it streamed down my nostrils onto Master's balls. " That's a rare sight - and a sign of a good deepthroat job!", laughed Master. I pulled out and licked off the cum from his balls. "I want you to go home and take off your plug. But wear your diaper till you need to poop in it. I need to see a pic of your soiled diaper before you are permitted to take it off. Now get the fuck out of here!" I went home and took off my plug. And wore the diaper all day till it was heavy with my piss. It took a while to poop as I had douched well that morning, but late in the evening, I managed to soil my diaper - and sent a pic to Master. "Good boy. Now take it off and go shower." I did as ordered - very pleased with Master's approbation for the training that day. This was the kinkiest and furthest Master had pushed my limits but by now I trusted my Master so much that I knew he would do what is right for me - it is an honor to be his slave and it is for him to decide how to use me. --- If you enjoyed reading this story and others in this archive, please support nifty.org with your donations here https://donate.nifty.org/

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Date: Wed, 8 May 2024 22:23:18 -0700 From: Kevin Cine <[email protected]> Subject: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 12 Dear Readers: My sincere thanks to all of you who have reached out via email to share your thoughts and feelings as this journey has commenced. It's been a pleasure to finally get to this chapter in Jared and Rae's story. Appreciate all your patience and hope you continue to enjoy it. FROM CHAPTER 11 Then Jared positioned a larger finger at my entrance (had to be his thumb) and pressed it in. Felt way bigger actually in me but at least it was nice and wet with my spit. "Enjoying yourself?" Jared said, pulling his mouth against my ear and softly blowing into it. "Yes." I groaned, my voice almost breaking from how this felt. Sean and Jared chatted for what felt like an eternity while I remained in this position. Every now and then, I'd relax a bit but Jared would reignite my fire by stabbing my insides with his thumb. In fairness to me, when I looked at the wall clock, it was 12:46am. So Jared had been inside me for over 35 minutes. Talk about a finger fuck fest. I also appreciate that he asked for my spit because usually he just goes in dry. I was enjoying the moist feeling of him in my ass -- much better than the rough, dry fingers I usually got. Of course, Jared had never put his thumb in me before and I have to say its size made it far more uncomfortable than the two I'm used to. Even more than the three fingers for some reason. Fortunately, the time had allowed me to really stretch out for him - by the end of their phone play by play, I was no longer in any pain. Which was also good because everytime I thought I'd relaxed enough Jared would wiggle it around and practically explode from the simulation. Finally, Jared turned to his phone. "Alright, Sean. Nice chatting but I've got to get Rae here to bed." "No worries, mate." Sean replied. Jared watched the call disappear from his phone screen. Then turned his attention back to me. "Rae, it means the world to me that you like this. You're better than any girl I've ever dated and the best bro a guy can ask for." I let my guard down in my reply, "Jared, it means the world to me that we're friends." "Hell yeah, Rae Rae." I smiled, happier than I've ever been. His finger twitched inside of me. Except it wasn't his thumb in my ass, it was the head of his cock. Jared's dick was in my ass. CHAPTER 12: Virgin Ass -- 2 Jared's DICK was in my ass! ... Well, the tip anyway. I cannot believe how dumb I am when I'm this horny. How the fuck did I not notice it was his dick?! The truth is I know the answer: Somewhere deep inside me, I've been hoping for this moment. Until Jared, I was strictly straight and would never have thought about gay sex. Now, all I can think about is this giant cock and whether Jared will take my virginity with it. My horny monster merged with my psyche and offered but one statement. A phrase that kept reverberating in my brain -- I want to get fucked. Bye, bye virginity. I felt like I'd been waiting my whole life to find a friend like Jared. The best bro -- the one who would take my cherry and show me what men are for. I felt ecstasy race through my body like tiny creatures were running up and down the surface of my skin. The call with Sean ended; Jared placed his left hand on my shoulder softly holding the side of my neck. Firmly but gently putting himself in control of my body. I felt the tip of his cock pulse in my ass and felt wetness in my hole. HIS wetness. It felt so good being this close to Jared. To feel the heat of him behind me, his rough, manly hands on me and part of him (now my favorite part) slipped inside of me. It was as if my whole life was leading to the moments that followed. Despite the heat of this moment, it also occurred to me that Jared's cock was inside of me without a condom. You know that thing they say in porn... Raw. Unprotected. "Hey Jared. Do you think we should be wearing a condom?" "You mean me?" "Oh. Yeah, I guess, I mean you. Cause you're the one..." I couldn't say what was happening out loud so I just stopped talking. "What's the matter, Rae Rae? Not a fan of bareback?" There was that word. The one that made me feel naughty when I clicked on that category on Pornhub. The one that seemed to mean you were a slut. "No, it's nice. Feels good - I just thought we're supposed to be safe." Oops, just told him I liked his dick in me. I'm going to assume Jared already knew that. "Oh, sure. You got one, then?" he said, whispering into my ear while moving his dick around a bit inside of me. "Uhhh. I don't know." My mind raced trying to remember, "I might have kept the one they gave out in health class." "Better go find it then. And hurry up; I've got blue balls." I tried to pull away from Jared but he held me there another moment, savoring the feeling my hole was giving him. Then he slowly removed his cock. I suddenly felt more relaxed but also this other feeling of emptiness that crept up in the back of mind. I raced around my room, rifling through drawers and looking through my school bag. Jared seemed to enjoy my franticness as he sat down on the edge of my bed, slowly stroking himself, while I darted around half naked. "Lose the rest of your clothes," he said. I paused briefly to rip off my shirt and pull off my trucks. Now naked, I continued my search in my desk drawers. A moment later - eureka! I found it. And proudly held it above my head. Jared seemed disinterested as I ran over and showed it to him. "Stroke me, buddy." he said as I handed the condom to him. I grabbed his cock moving the precum at the tip around to keep it nice and moist. Jared tore open the packaging. I kept squeezing and slowly jerking his shaft as he placed the tip on his dick, then flipped it over and tried the other side. Jared rolled the condom down covering his head. I withdrew my hands in anticipation of the rest getting covered. I should've realized that something I'd been keeping for 2 years and likely sat in my school bag for far too long, wouldn't be in the best shape. Because as Jared got it down past his beautiful mushroom tip and properly onto his shaft -- the condom gave up. Maybe it was how rough Jared was being with it, or just that it was old, but the whole side of it ripped open; leaving giant tears down the side. "Got another, Rae Rae?" he said nonchalantly. I was panicked: "Sorry. That's my only one." Jared leaned his face in, closer to mine. His eyes sparkled as he stared into me and said, "Well, dude. We are both bros, so not too worried about getting you pregnant." I laughed. "That's true." I said. Jared pulled it off his cock, tossed it onto the floor and went back to slowly playing with himself. I stared at it, realizing how much I wanted it. How much I'd wanted it for a while, probably since that first night Jared stayed over and dreamed about fucking somebody while using my ass crack for stimulation. "Gonna need lube." he said, interrupting my thoughts. Oh right! How could I not think of that. "Sorry, Jared. Don't think I have any of that either." "We can use spit but given that it's our first time and you're tight as Hell, we need a bit more than that." "What about something from the kitchen?" I offered, now desperate to get Jared back inside of me. "Nah. I have another idea though." Jared stood up from my bed. He brought me to him and used his large arms to spin me around. Then he pressed on my back, making me bend over a little. I heard him spit into his hand. Then I felt Jared push his digits (definitely fingers this time) into my ass. He grabbed my arm with his free hand and put my hand, palm up in front of my cock. Oh no - I see where this is going. Jared jabbed into that button inside of me. I yelped in pleasure. Two more sharp jabs and my brain swam with ecstasy as my cock swelled. Rockets of cum burst from my cock into my hand, filling my palm with spunk. Jared pulled his fingers out of me. I was still amidst my orgasm as he pulled my arm to spin me around towards him. He pulled my hand forward and dropped his big cock right into it, covering the bottom park of his dick in my spunk. I needn't remind you how grossed out I am about my own cum. I've had to taste and eat my own cum too many times already since meeting Jared. Coming down off my orgasm I became very aware that Jared was using my hand to smear my load all over his cock. Lubing it up for -- oh god -- my ass. Jared was about to fuck my own cum into my hole. This was the worse, most demeaning thing I could think of, and yet, seeing his big dick there and the smirk on Jared's face as he looked at me watching my cum prep his dick to fuck me, I knew I was at the point of no return. "Good job, dude. Now go lay on your back on the bed." I walked over the end of my bed and laid back. Then reached up and instinctively used my hand to spread my legs apart (getting some cum on my thighs). He crouched over and locked eyes with me. As slowly as Jared had instructed me in my striptease two weeks earlier, he removed the rest of his clothes. I laid there, taking him in -- a prolonged, proper look at his physique. Jared was a great deal more muscular than I remembered and he even had a bit of a six-pack. The best look for a bro in my option. "Breathe, dude. And enjoy the feeling I'm about to give you." he said, moving towards me. I nodded, letting him know I was ready to do this. Ready for my best bro to pop my ass cherry. He stood between my legs at the edge of the bed. Slowly he entered me, pressing his dick, inch by inch deep into me. And constantly reminding me to breathe. It started off okay given how much he'd fingered me of late. As he passed his usual point, it began to feel like I was getting ripped in half. Searing pain rushed through me and I struggled to take a breath. "Breathe, dude. I got you." he said, pressing himself past the quarter mark. "And don't think too hard about how good a job your jizz is doing, keeping me slippery." Fuck. So humiliating. As his cock neared the halfway point, I became more and more thankful there was something besides spit on his dick. I felt stuffed and the most intense pain I can ever remember. Even with tears of pain streaming down my cheek and my insides being rearranged by the cum covered invader, I let him continue. Then a magical thing happened: the side of his cock brushed up against a special place in my ass and everything miraculously felt better. In fact, I was on cloud 9. I was skipping through a field of cocks, blasting me with ropes of cum like a water park for cock lovers. I no longer cared that my own load was now inside of me or that more and more of Jared was burrowing its way into my intestines. No, all I could think about now was how horny for cock I was and how fucking great this felt. A few minutes later, Jared was completely inside of me. Balls deep, as they say. I was in Heaven. I felt closer to Jared than I had ever felt to another person. He was enjoying it too. I could feel his cock twitching a bit, releasing precum into me. Jared's face told me how good it felt too. His usual cool-guy smirk had become a proper smile. He continued to stare down into my eyes; as if watching what was dancing through my head. He held his cock in that position, allowing my ass to stop resisting and relax a bit. A few moments later, Jared started pulling it back out - about halfway and then pressing it right back into me. I let go completely and accepted the immense pleasure rushing through me. My ecstasy only increased as Jared fucked me. I made sounds I've never heard before and even Jared moaned despite himself. We even started breathing in sync with one another. The better it felt. The harder and faster Jared fucked me. Never rough but intense and unwavering. The more intense, the more verbal I became with my pleasure. Sweat poured off of him coating my chest, legs and cock in his manliness. Pretty soon my ass was used to him enough that he could come almost all of the way out of me and then go all the way back in. This meant, his cock would strike my ass button on its transition back into my depths and you guessed it, caused me another orgasm. Only seconds of build up, as Jared kept steadily fucking me, and my cock exploded cum all over my abs and chest. But Jared didn't let up. He just kept going, enjoying himself as I teared up from the pleasure of cumming. What seemed like hours later, but could honestly have only been 5 minutes. Who cares? Jared leaned in, and said, "I'm getting close." I nodded, knowing where this was going. He put his hand behind my neck and held me. Our eyes locked, almost as if I was his girl. His stare was piercing - like he knew everything about me, even things I didn't know about myself. Jared whispered, "Ask me." I didn't hesitate. "Please Jared." He shoved himself all the way into me and I felt his cock swell even larger in my ass. I squawked from the pressure inside of me. "Fuck yeah, feel your bro's cum filling up your ass," he called out as his own orgasm reached its peak. Hot cum from Jared's cock exploded deep inside of me. Shot after shot painted my insides with his dude batter. Unbelievable. We both froze for a moment. All I could feel and smell was Jared and me together. Our sweat, heat and his, you know, combined into one mass. "Stay like this for a minute. You're still getting used to me and I don't want to pull out too quickly." I responded, "Smart. Thanks for caring." "Yeah, buddy. I always got you. You're mine, remember?" "Yeah, Jared, I am." "I mean it, dude. You're mine and this is just the final step in a bro's commitment." I nodded. I don't know what to do with this information. I wasn't afraid, I just didn't know what this meant for my future. Ultimately, all that mattered in this moment of my life, is that Jared and I would stay bros. We held this position, waiting for Jared's cock to finally get soft. It took over 20 minutes. We didn't really talk which gave me lots of time to reflect on Jared's load in my ass. HIS LOAD WAS IN MY ASS! What a day to be a teenager. Coming down from it, I felt a little weird and not quite myself. But luckily, Jared seemed to sense this. "You okay, dude?" Jared said, pulling his cock slowly out of me. I immediately felt empty and very sore. His cum was so deep in me I felt like it would never come out. It would just stay there forever reminding me of how Jared had taken my cherry and bathed my insides with his load. "Yeah. I'm okay." I said, my voice almost breaking from how I felt. He went and grabbed my new undies off the floor. He used them to wipe up my cum off of him and then tossed them on my stomach. He pulled me up, into him and nuzzled my neck a little. It felt warm and not as sexual, and made me feel better. Then Jared moved away from me, leaving me to wipe myself off. "Here, dude. You can wear these tonight." he said, tossing me his discarded underwear from the floor. I eagerly put them on; my body reminding me of what I'd just put it through as I pulled them up my extremely sore legs and butt. They were a bit baggy on me, but so comfortable and I couldn't have been happier to be wearing Jared's. The very boxer briefs he had worn all day, sweated in, and had held his cock. Fuck, am I still horny? Jared pulled back the covers of my bed and plopped down beside me. I pulled myself up towards my headboard, crawling in the least painful position possible. Up near my pillow, Jared pushed me onto my side and smacked my ass - a confident smack reminding the universe that he had taken it for himself. I smiled to myself feeling my ass jiggle a little and Jared's sticky load move around inside of me. Jared put his hands behind his head and said, "Night, Rae Rae." "Night, Jared." I replied, now totally exhausted. Then immediately passed out. * * * I awoke around midday and found Jared staring back at me. Eye fucking my body with his gaze. "Hey, not-virgin bro." Jared said and reached behind me and squeezed my butt. It felt like his butt now. Not like he could take it with him but part of me felt like it would always belong to him now. "Yeah, you too, not-a-virgin best bro." I replied, smiling back at him. "We better hit the showers. This whole room reeks of sex." "Okay," I said, stretching myself out. Jared jumped out of bed. I rolled over, not yet ready to commit to standing. Jared reached down for my legs and dragged me across the bed and off the end. I landed in a heap on the floor, laughing as I tried to stand. Boy was my ass hurting. I attempted to get up and failed. Jared took this to mean I was being lazy, so he reached down and grabbed me - one arm between my legs, grabbing my butt and the other behind my neck. Then he lifted my whole body off the ground and threw me over his left shoulder in a firefighter's carry position. He carried me across the house, despite my protests, smacking my ass continually and humming some random song. I felt like such a little bitch. He carried me to my father's bathroom - the one with the large shower and plopped me down near the shower. Without a word, he reached into the large glass shower and turned on the faucet. Since he was still naked from the night before, he walked right in and let the water engulf him. I stood there admiring his form as the water ran down his jock body. Even soft, his cock was plump and brilliant looking. That cock that had been in my ass. The cock that had made me a proper man. "Rae, stop stalling and get in here. You can check me out more later." Jared said, interrupting my thoughts. I went to remove Jared's underwear and found myself hesitating. Though I definitely needed a shower, I found I didn't want to take them off. "Dude, come on. I promise, I'll let you keep them. Just get your ass in here." Satisfied with that answer, I shucked his boxer briefs and climbed into the large, glass enclosure with him. For the first few moments, neither of us spoke and we avoided eye contact. I think the reality of what happened last night was processing. I know it was for me at least. Even my usually so collected mate struggled not to smirk and look away any time our eyes met. Nevertheless, we traded being in the water stream - sharing the shampoo and then the body wash. Jared broke the silence: "Hey buddy, turn around and I'll wash your back for you." I nodded and did as he said. I shivered a bit as his hands touched my shoulders - their touch acknowledging the connection between us somehow. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be lost in the feeling of Jared's hands as they moved from my shoulders to my back then down to my ass cheeks. He took his time and really made me feel like he was taking care of me; taking care of his best bro. His voice in my right ear: "Rae, I hate to do this but gotta make sure you're totally clean." I didn't know what he meant, but I nodded once again - trusting whatever he was to do. I heard the sound of the soap across Jared's palm as he lathered up his cock. Then I felt his tip right at the entrance to my hole. This time I didn't run away or get scared. I was no longer afraid of this monster cock's invasion of my body. After all, I think it's quite clear that my ass belongs to him now. Jared's sudsy dick pushed against my still sore hole. Despite the aches in my midsection and the pain in my muscles, his 2nd cock invasion of my butt went much smoother. Not saying it wasn't painful, especially given my soreness from last night, but way easier going. A good pressure and the fullness feeling returning as his soapy member stretched out my insides once more. A good stretching. And that wonderful sparkly feeling as he moved his shaft across my prostate. I moaned despite myself and heard Jared's familiar cocky laugh behind me. He leaned in and whispered, "Got to make you extra clean," and punctuated his statement by ramming himself balls deep into me. Then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed it back in. My eyes rolled back. I turned my head and whispered, "Jared, I'm sorry to ask this." Pulling his cock out of me, he answered, "Ask me anything, Rae Rae?" "Was that?" I hesitated and then said fuck it, "Was that the only time?" "You worried I'm gonna fuck you again?" Jared whispered back confidently, and then pressured the head of his cock back into my ass. It was driving me crazy. I felt like I was gonna cum any second. He moved in really close to my ear: "What's on your mind, buddy? Just ask me." I swallowed. All of the last couple weeks came flooding back through my thoughts. Every moment that built to last night and there was only one question I wanted Jared to answer. "Jared, could we-" Jared thrust his cock half into me. "What?" he whispered intensely into my ear. I shivered from the eroticness of this moment. "Could we fuck again? I mean other times. Maybe do more stuff?" There I spilled it. My statements may have been driven by my edge of orgasm horniness but my desire was clear. If Jared was going to ditch me or beat me up for being gay, now was the time. He laughed again behind me -- a good sign, I hoped. Then ran his hands all over my lower back and felt up my ass again. He grabbed the base of his cock still in my ass and yanked it all the way out of me, then still slick, drove the whole thing back into me until he was balls deep. I cried out in ecstasy and my cock exploded, covering the glass wall of the shower in spunk as my body convulsed. Jared held me in place - my ass squeezing his cock. He slapped my ass a couple of times and ran his hands all over me as if taking me in. "Yeah, dude," he replied finally, my orgasm being to die down. "I think your ass is going to get a lot of attention from now on." "Brilliant." I said, breathing so hard I thought I'd pass out. "Starting now." To be continued

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Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2023 16:41:49 -0700 From: Kevin Cine <[email protected]> Subject: Title: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 2 Jared sat back down on my bed, his chest glistening with a bit of sweat. He sighed, then said, "Next step -- Trust. If you can't trust your bro, who can you?" "Yeah. I trust you, Jared." I said, stumbling for his approval. "I don't know. Did you bring me all of them?" "Ugh..." Not knowing what to do and afraid to disappoint him. "Don't make me ask again. And don't lie to me. Ever." Fuck. I nodded at him and he joined in, nodding also. Then he looked at me like "well?" I turned and headed back into the closet. I reached up and grabbed the two things I'd hidden before. Holding the speedo in one hand and the jock strap in another, I shamefully, but obediently headed out of the closet to give them to Jared. "Dudes don't lie to each other." Jared said, shaming me as I came out of the closet believing I was holding the two most embarrassing things anyone could have. "I'm sorry. You're a friend just trying to help me -- I shouldn't lie to you." Jared brushed it off and looked at them in my hands like prizes in a game show. His eyes flashed with a look that scared me a little, then it went away. "I didn't know you were a swimmer." He said, shifting my discomfort. "That explains why you have such great glutes." "Thanks." I said grinning, feeling a little bit better or maybe just distracted from my situation. I spread my arms apart so he could see each of them. Jared surveyed them for a minute then pointed saying, "Wear those. And put the others in my backpack." CHAPTER 2 I was back in the closet because the idea of changing in front of Jared was too embarrassing. It makes no sense given I'm about to do a strip tease in front of him. It's not as if I haven't changed in front of guys before, but never in less than some baggy boxers. So yeah, this was different. Having peeled off my t-shirt and jeans, I sighed as I removed the dark blue trunks - the ones from my hamper, the same ones I'd thrown on only moments ago. I noticed the crotch in them was wet with pre-cum and used them to wipe off my dick and pubes. Then I chucked them back into the hamper, now very wet. I won't be able to wear those again. I reached down to grab the underwear Jared had picked for me. The jockstrap from my cross country days. I leaned over, slowly pulling them up over my well developed legs. I managed to tuck my dick and balls into the front pouch. It had a bit of an allowance for a cup - but being that it was two sizes too small, my package filled every inch. Glad I'm more of a grower than a shower. I felt my balls strain against its fabric cage but it fit - at least Jared wouldn't be able to see my dick. I struggled to pull the waistband up over my ass. Maybe I need to stop doing squats. I pulled and squeezed my ass, until it finally went up and over my globes. I jostled, and fell forward landing in a heap of laundry on the floor. "You okay in there?" Jared called from my bedroom. "I'm fine. A little more time." I whined, realizing how much more compressed my balls were when I sat down or just wasn't standing. "Okay. For the outer layers I want shorts that show off the form and a button up shirt to keep it fancy." Jared replied. A domineering tone to his voice. "Yes, of course." I said. Wow, I was being obedient. Again, no idea why aside from wanting Jared's approval. I pulled myself up and looked around. Couldn't tell you why but the shorts I chose were also from my cross country track uniform. A little faded and a couple of small tears in the seams but since they were originally baggy, I figured they'd show my thighs off well enough now. I put them on, having a much easier time of pulling them up over my buns. At the top of my thigh, I got a look at myself in the mirror again. Wow, the straps on the jockstrap pushed my ass up so it looked even bigger. Not to mention how the tightness of them defined my ass. I smiled to myself. All those sports paid off in some way. I saw my stomach. No washboard abs for me but my cum gutters perfectly ended at the top of the jock's waistband. Very aesthetically pleasing - although thinking about this made me feel more gay. I finished pulling up the running shorts which were tight enough to give me a bulge up front and to accentuate my butt. You could even see hints of the straps along the sides of my ass through the meshy fabric. "Hurry up, dude. It can't take this long for you to complete a dare." Jared called out. "Sorry. One sec!" I looked around for a dress shirt seeing only one - the dress shirt from earlier. "Be out here in 5 seconds or you lose the dare." Jared said and then started counting down. I panicked and grabbed the shirt off the hanger, putting it on. I buttoned it as fast as possible while heading out of the closet. I swung open the closet door and then remembered what I'd done to this shirt earlier. Oh no. "Finally! You're not gonna take this long again." Jared said, once again asserting his authority. A warm, sticky sensation tingled its way across my chest, stomach and down my back. My jizz was now all over my upper body. But it was too late to pick something else. I was already out of the closet, so I tried to ignore the skin crawling feeling of slimy pre-cum as I walked out into the middle of my bedroom. I also tried to ignore how turned on it made me knowing a lot of me was covered in pre-cum. There I stood in my cummy dress shirt, athletic shorts and bare feet waiting for my next instructions. And hoping that Jared couldn't see the jizz through my shirt. Jared moved to the end of the bed unknowingly flexing as he did. I moved up to stand in front of him and was now close enough to catch a whiff of his scent. Something else I realized I had noticed about him before when we were around each other. The distinct musk a dude has, especially after a day of being a jock. He motioned for me to do a 180, which I did. He nodded approvingly and I got excited for the praise. I'd picked the right outfit. Should make up for my poor choice of underwear earlier. He got up and walked out of my room. I followed him - a little scared - to our open living room/kitchen combination. "Alright, dare time - Start dancing buddy boy." I'd never done anything like this before so I just started moving my legs and hips a bit. "No dude. Sexy - Like a girl stripper. Do it right or you don't get credit for the dare and you have to do a double dare." "What's a double dare?" I asked. Still moving, I began to think about strippers I'd seen in porn or on TV. "Double dare means higher stakes and you can't say no. Basically, if you wuss out on a dare you take the risk of having greater consequences." "Got it." I said, while moving sluttier and rubbing my hands on parts of my body - legs, thighs, neck. And I moved around the living room more and more getting in touch with my inner stripper. I went to rub my chest. I never finished buttoning the top of my shirt, so I could easily reach inside to my pecs. I went to rub my chest and shit! I'd almost forgotten there was sticky jizz all over my chest. Apparently, the bulk of what I'd wiped off was on this part of my shirt because my whole hand was slick with it from that little bit of contact. Jared watched me sternly, as if calculating a score to award me. He spoke again, "Not bad, keep it up. And run your hand through your hair, messing it up a little." "Thanks. The tips help a lot." I replied, my brain excited that it might be going well by his standards. I pressed my back up against the kitchen counter and reached my hand up, fully embracing this experience and rain my fingers from the front all the way through my hair. The pre-cum on my hand made it look like I was using gel and not only did I achieve the requested messing it up a little, but now I also had some random pieces sticking up. Jared liked this, "Dude, your sweat or whatever that is looks awesome in your hair - like a model." Hell yes. Look how good I was doing. And most importantly Jared was pleased. My cock twitched -- Was I turned on? It was just a harmless dare but something deep in me was stirring. And oh god my balls hurt. Both from swelling a bit and being crushed by the jockstrap I was wearing. I hope to god Jared didn't notice! No way could I be horny like this in front of another dude. My thoughts were interrupted by the faint but present sound of the front door of the house opening. Jared and I both froze, as if somehow it would make us invisible to whomever had come in -- such dorks! We remained still, trying not to make a sound. Jared pressed a finger to his lips, stood up, ran over to me and placed his hands on my waist (my dick jumped again - ouch, my balls) and then maneuvered me over to the pantry. We leapt inside, leaving it slightly ajar. And squeezed our bodies into one another in the very cramped pantry closet. We peered through the door crack - Jared behind me, extremely close, so much so that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. This sent chills up and down my body. I felt his hands softly stroke my lower back before coming to rest there. We looked out to see my father come in and head to his bedroom. Shortly after him this hot but dumb looking blonde woman came into the living room and sat down on the same couch Jared was just sitting on. Jared got even closer to me and whispered, "Fuck she is hot," into my ear. I felt his body press against mine. He shifted a little and I felt his package nestle itself into the bottom of my ass crack. I fidgetted a little - thinking Jared would think I'm gay for letting him do that. But wait, he probably didn't even notice. Obviously, this bimbo is just getting him a little excited and after all, it's not his fault that my butt is so big. It's the only place he can stand to see the view and his closeness to me is probably just a sign that we are just two dudes - nothing to fear. I relaxed a little but also realized my dick was reacting again. Either the hot woman outside or the firm, semi erect package in my butt was making my dick twitch with horniness. Sweat poured down my back and chest mixing with the precum and pooling in different spots. This also made me stickier but I had to keep it together. I didn't want Jared to figure out what was all over my shirt and body. Oh god and hair too - I'm such a mess. We stayed in our respective positions for what to me felt like hours. Hoping that one of them wasn't going to discover our hiding place. The hot blonde was too distracting, at least for Jared. I became transfixed on the feeling of his clothed cock on my crack. It felt girthy with a nice plump head. And I wondered what his balls were like - Shit. Why the fuck am I thinking about that instead of this chick outside. Maybe I am gay? At least for Jared. Or maybe I'm just a dude appreciating another dude's manhood. Oh fuck, my balls are wet and sticky, which means my dick must be leaking again. My father reappeared - carrying an overnight bag. He kissed the blonde, and helped her off the couch. Her boobs jostled around as she got up, causing Jared's dick to twitch against my ass. I could feel the head of it expand against my hole - I wondered what it would feel like without the shorts between us. My father and his bimbo walked back to the front door, we heard it open and then close behind them. "Your dad is such a stud," Jared said. A split second later, my father came back into the house yelling he had forgotten something. He walked right in front of the door we were hiding behind. His dick was still expanding in my ass crack and I cooed a little. Jared clapped his hand over my mouth. My father hesitated for a second, we remained as frozen as possible. Then he grabbed something off the counter, turned and headed back out. The front door slammed again. Jared grabbed my ass and pushed me forward indicating we could venture out of our hiding place. So we emerged. Jared walked around the house to the front window, watching them speed away in my father's sports car. Jared came back into the living room. "Nice!" Jared shouted, grabbing me and tossing me back into the center of the room. "No parentals tonight! Now we can really have some fun." I smiled too. And also wondered what fun he had in mind. Jared turned on some music and told me to get back into it. I followed his orders. He had me do a strange mix of contemporary and ballet that we'd learned at Footie practice. More to see my body move as I performed extensions. I could feel my ass strain against the straps of my underwear. I was also grateful for the micro-fibre cloth of my jock pouch because though it didn't breathe, it sure kept in all this pre-fuck I was pooling inside of it. I moved around the room, pausing a couple times to turn away from him to show him the quality of my legs and you know, assets. Then I slowly unbuttoned my shirt so only the bottom 2 buttons remained clasped and then danced around a bit more. Jared acted casual this whole time, but I wondered if I was secretly making him really horny. Maybe his girlfriend did this for him and I was helping him by being like her. He yawned. "Alright, I can tell you're really into it, so you get the double dare." "What? I'm totally into-" I stopped myself. I didn't want to seem too into stripping for my best friend. "Damn it. I guess I'll never be as good at this as your girlfriend." "Probably not." Jared laughed and adjusted his package a little. "Here's the DD: Let's go build a fire on your patio and hang out. Only you aren't allowed shorts for the rest of the night." Shit. But also not terrible considering it's a double dare. I suppose he could've given me something much worse and I would have to do it. I hope I can get over the embarrassment of Jared seeing my bare ass. He replied, "Okay I'll do it. But that means it's my turn to dare you, right?" Jared nodded. And then stood up right in front of me. He stared me down, waiting for me to do something. "Oh sorry!" I blurted out. What an idiot I am. I reached for the waistband of my shorts, hooked my fingers into them and started taking them off right in front of Jared. With every inch of my exposed skin I let go of a lifetime of privacy and swallowed any embarrassment. No one since I was a baby had seen my ass and certainly not my best guy friend. But Jared was cool, so I was just gonna have to get used to the idea of him seeing me bare assed. As my shorts reached my ankles, my ass sticking up - fully on display while Jared stood beside me, I paused a little afraid to pull them all the way off. "Come on dude. Too slow!" Jared reached down and grabbed my shorts - yanking them from my feet. I fell forward into the couch, my ass now spread open in perfect view of Jared. He pulled my shorts completely off - I heard a rip and saw that the right and left seams had ripped down the sides. Otherwise the shorts were miraculously intact. He disappeared back to my room for a moment. I fumbled to get up and winced as my balls were once again squeezed in their tiny pouch. Fuck this jockstrap. Jared came back in. My shorts nowhere to be seen. "Let's head out back. You look like you could use some fresh air. Haha" he said, smacked my now bare ass and walked out of the room. He didn't even watch it jiggle like he sometimes did. I must look like a mess. So embarrassed cause I just showed my asshole to my best bud. I hope he didn't think I did it on purpose. No he's cool. Honestly, maybe I need to lighten up. Jared's been so patient and nice to me. But I'm a man, so I have to show him that I can be cool too. "Wait!" I called after him, "I dare you to show me hot pics of your girlfriend." Surely looking at pics of his girlfriend would put to rest any thoughts in Jared that I was gay. Jared turned back in the doorway and said, "Guess you're a little more daring than I thought. Alright, you're on." He winked at me and continued down the hallway. Ugh, my dick jumped again at the compliment. I followed him outside, my excitement over his compliment on my dare made me forget that I was not wearing any shorts, or that my ass was hanging out and we were about to go out in public. Well, too late now to chicken out. Happily my house backed up against a forest, so there weren't any houses that saw into my back patio area. Jared exited through the glass patio door with me in tow. I walked barefoot after him across the stone patio to the firepit seating area. Jared wasted no time grabbing wood (ha!) from the nearby pile and building a fire. He was so manly. Oh to be that effortlessly cool. I stood there watching him in my Risky Business outfit - staring for too long. Jared just grinned at me and kept doing what he was doing. A gust of wind moved across my legs and up under my shirt taking me out of my trance and reminded me of my attire. My chest was still sticky-fied - sweat mixed with precum dried on my skin! So gross but also adding to my horniness. The breeze also made me very aware of my ass. My dress shirt only hung down halfway over my butt so it was impossible for me to hide my goods. Not that there were houses back here but I was scared to move too much farther from the back door. After all, we still had neighbors on either side of my house, who might be able to see me if I ventured too far out. Jared spoke, "You can sit down. Haven't decided yet what your next dare will be." I nodded excitedly and then cautiously made my way toward the patio love seat next to the fire. I was pulling at my shirt trying to hide more of my ass. It didn't help and continued to remind me of the sticky substance covering my upper body. I sat down feeling the cushion's rough fabric against my bare hole. Turning me on again and making my dick twitch in my jock. Then the familiar pain of my balls being squeezed. I stared at Jared, his muscular arms flexing as he went about building the fire. He even built up a bit of a sweet which made his chest glisten, similar to me except he wasn't covered in pre-fuck. He looked so hot. Oh man, even if I'm not gay, I'm so gay for him. Jared got the fire roaring to a nice 3-4 foot flame height and sat down beside me. There wasn't a lot of room on the love seat, so his leg was right up against mine. He pulled out his phone and leaned into me, putting his left arm over my shoulders to pull me in close enough to see. Oh shit. In my jockstrap, the proximity and now the smell of Jared was causing not only the torture on my balls to continue, not only my dick to keep twitching, but sitting had opened a small crevasse between my skin and jock pouch. So I was now leaking precum down my sac and across my taint towards my hole. First off - fuck, no way to wipe it off. And secondly, I hoped he wouldn't be able to tell when I eventually had to stand up. That would be too embarrassing to conceive. Squeezed together, I watched as Jared pulled up some pictures of his girl in her cheerleader uniform, her in some lingerie, her playing beach volleyball, etc. She was hot to be sure but I was surprised he didn't have anything that was more scandalous. As I thought on this, Jared said, "I know dude. She's a good girl. Never puts out, never lets me past second base. Such a tease. I mean I like her, but how long can a stud like me go on? It's tragic." I felt so bad for him. No offense to her but if I was Jared's girlfriend, I'd let him do whatever. He's so hot and such a good dude. At least give him a blowjob every now and then. "That sucks dude," I said. "Yeah, but what can I do," he replied. "That's why it's good to have a buddy like you. Someone who gets it and can help distract me." He grabbed his junk through his workout shorts - squeezing it and said, "I can't take the blue balls. I need some kind of relief or at least a distraction." Precum was pouring down my taint and along the base of my crack. I nodded and tried to look sympathetic. Damn his package looked big. I'd felt it only moments ago and fuck, I just wanted to see it now. This quiet, primal beast inside of me started to claw its way up into my brain. I was so past horny now, I almost couldn't see straight. Here was this total stud right up in my space, grabbing his huge dick right in front of me. I just wanted to rip it out of his shorts and shove it down my throat. Oh fuck, I really am gay. Maybe not just gay, but one of those horned up, slutty dudes that can't get enough dick. I hope not but at this moment, I could definitely see the appeal. "You okay buddy?" he said, probably seeing the crazy look in my eye. "Do I have a stain on my shorts?" I leaned over a little to look. Jared grabbed the back of my head and pushed it closer to his lap. "No you're good. " I growled. What the fuck was happening to me. "Good then. Let's get my mind off of her. You're so good at that dude. Makes me forget about all that bullshit." I nodded. Realizing I had not stopped staring at his package the whole time, I let my eyes wander off to some random thing out in the yard. Surely that would keep him from noticing. "Time for a new dare." Jared said, suddenly turning from solemn to cheery. "I want 5 laps around the house in less than 5 minutes. And before you protest, I will make it a run down the block if you're a bitch about it." I opened my mouth to object then closed it. I nodded. Jared pulled up the stopwatch app on his phone. "Let's go buddy boy. See how fast you can run. Oh and before you go, are you really going to wear your shirt?" "Yeah, it's barely covering me as it is." I said, getting scared again. I'm not running out in public in just this jockstrap. I was terrified to be outside like this already but Jared was with me. "Well sure, but it's white. It's gonna make it so much easier to see you." he replied. "Your choice, but I say lose it." His logic made sense. And the end of his statement felt enough like an order that my horniness said I had to obey. I stood up hoping most of the precum on my crack would stay on my skin because I didn't want it to be on the cushion. If Jared saw it, I'd be so embarrassed. I'd already fallen over ass-up in front of him. That made me want to run away to Alaska - I can't take anything else. I peeled off my dress shirt while it clung to my sticky skin -- oh well. I did have a nice feeling of freedom with it off. The dried precum, although I could feel it, wasn't noticeable with the shirt off - just looked like sweat I think. I dropped my shirt on the love seat in an attempt to cover up any precum that might have dropped on the cushion from my crack. I walked to the edge of the patio and looked back at Jared. "Proud of you buddy. Just owning your hot athletic bod like this. Your legs look fucking great in that jock. Really shows off all the muscle work you've done. The ladies are going to be after you soon." I smiled. Although not sure I was picturing ladies running after me anymore. It also occurred to me that he had a full view of my ass once again, but maybe he couldn't see my hole as well as when I fell earlier. But who cares? Jared's just my straight friend and I should let him see my ass all he wants. No homo between us. "5 laps in 5 minutes. On your mark, get set, go!" Jared yelled and started the timer. I took off, seconds later realizing how hard the gravel driveway was going to be on my bare feet. And as soon as I rounded the side of the house, I found a dark corner to pause long enough to wipe the jizz off my ass with my hand. Of course I forgot I have no clothes on, so given I'd already put some in my hair, I just wiped my hand off in my hair again, adding to the gel look. I took off like lightning. Not being seen by my neighbors, or anyone else near my house that night was my mission. I was determined not to get caught. So I ran like the wind. First lap around, Jared was looking at this phone but gave me the sideways thumbs up as I passed through the backyard - the firelight dancing across my dried pre-cummed skin. The second, third and fourth lap, I didn't see Jared so I assumed he went inside to get a drink. On the fifth and final lap, he was back and he gave me the rocker fingers to egg me on. I rounded the front of my house only to see a car with its brights on, coming up the street shining its high beams directly onto the front of my place. I dove behind a bush landing in the soft grass ass up and froze - believing again I would be invisible if I didn't move. Amidst the sweat of my run and the smoothness of my ass an unfortunate thing happened. The left strap of my jock slid up and into my crack giving me a wedgie. As I lay there trying not to be seen, my balls strained in their fabric cage, my asshole twitched as the strap rubbed against it and my dick pushed against the front - desperate to get free. Still frozen, I remembered once again that I had not jacked off in over 24 hours - making all of this even worse, if that was even possible. After what seemed like hours, the car passed on and I stood up again and took off to the backyard. Jared was standing next to the fire, looking disappointed as I jogged up. "Sorry, Jared. I had to avoid a car." "No excuses. You didn't have to stop and hide, you could've kept running." Jared replied. He was right. A cool dude like Jared in my position, probably would have kept going. Nothing to hide when his stud body is running through a yard at night. Once again, I'm an idiot. "Penalty dare!" he said. Defeated, I came over to Jared and stood in front of him. "Time for some more letting go on your quest for manhood." Jared reached behind the love seat and pulled out the trash can from my room. The one that was filled with all the underwear he'd made me throw out. I looked wide eyed at Jared, as he said, "Let's go bro. I want each and everyone in the fire. We are going to ensure you can't get them back." I sighed, even more defeated but walked over to the bin. My brand new 2xist trunks were on top so I pushed those aside, grabbed my favorite boxer briefs and turned back to the fire. Jared moved behind me, softly cupping my bared ass with his right hand and whispered into my ear, "Do it dude. Show me that you want to." To be continued