This is an erotic fiction story about gay men and boys with emphasis on muscle worship and domination. There is both consensual and nonconsensual sex between characters in this story. If this is not your thing or you are under legal age of consent, please stop now.
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BUFFALO BOB PART FIVE
"If you're not here in the next fifteen minutes I'm going to see about getting you fired. We can't go on like this." I was on the phone with Jerry because he wasn't there for our meeting. Larry and Claire were sitting in my office, but I wasn't going to have another meeting without Jerry. He had already missed last week's meeting.
He showed up around a half hour later, so we had our discussions. I was pleasantly surprised that Jerry seemed to be on top of everything, the term papers were well along and his students were completely up to date. In fact, he was doing better than either Claire or Larry.
"Don't go anywhere Jerry" I said as we finished up the meeting. "We have a few things to talk about."
"See you tomorrow Doctor Baker". Larry always called me doctor.
"See you tomorrow Professor" was from Claire because she always called me professor.
"Alright, you've got some explaining to do" I said to Jerry. "Spit it out."
"You have no idea how embarrassing this is for me" he said. "I was so stoned the other night I didn't even know where I was. Sorry, professor. I'm really sorry. I got so stoned while watching him do my roommate that I didn't know what was going on. I didn't know that he was going to take me to your place."
"Your roommate? He fucked your roommate? What did your roommate think of that?"
"Damned if I know. I didn't ask him, but Bob didn't ask him either."
"Is your roommate gay?"
"I don't know, he never really said, but Bob didn't care, he just helped himself. He took him down, tied and gagged him and fucked the shit out of him. And he made me sit there and watch."
"He raped him? Bob raped your roommate?"
"No, no, no, it wasn't rape. Definitely not rape. It was just a show of strength, Bob proving that he's the top man. Greg is a hunky guy and he's here on a soccer scholarship, so I guess Bob just couldn't resist."
"And he made you watch? He made you?"
"Are you kidding me? Of course, he `made' me. You know him. I know that he fucked you, so you know what he's like. But I wouldn't have missed it for anything." He got a big grin on his face. "I mean, Bob is a superstar."
"Anyway, I sat there getting stoned while I watched him fucking Greg."
"But you were totally zonked when you got here, and you were also acting like his servant or even his slave. You were obeying him perfectly."
"Okay, so he's been working on that. Come on, professor, you know what he's like. He's not only gorgeous, he's kind of arrogant and demanding and he's going to have his way. But I don't mind. I've learned to appreciate him and even like him, even if he does demand a certain amount of groveling." He laughed. "Yeah, groveling. He has a powerful personality which just takes control, and I've learned to accept it.'
"But you're his instructor. How can you teach him when he's controlling you and what...., fucking you?"
"Actually, it's no big deal" he said. "Bob is a perfect angel in the classroom. He does all the assignments and he's well along on his term paper. It really isn't a problem. But after class is over and the students leave, that's when he becomes DF and takes control. And does he ever take control .... I mean, Jesus. DF is God's gift to the human race." Jerry was glowing as he said this. He was obviously smitten.
"DF? What's DF?"
"Oh, sorry" he said, looking embarrassed. "That's Bob. He wants me to .... Well, ah, I call him DF."
"DF? What in the hell is DF? Probably something derogatory, isn't it?"
"No, no, of course not. He says it's a .... Well, it's kind of a term of endearment."
I waited for him to go on, but he didn't say anything. "Well? What is it? What does it mean?" He mumbled something that I didn't hear. "What's it mean?" I asked again.
"Outside of class I have to call him DF" he said sheepishly. "DF, Dipshit Fucker."
"Dipshit fucker?" I blurted out. "What the hell?"
"Yeah" he said softly, "and he calls me his Dipshit." Oh, Jesus was all I could say to myself. Dipshit, my god.
"Are you in love with Bob" I asked him bluntly. "It sounds like you're in over your head here."
"No, I'm not in love with him, but yes, we have a relationship. Bob is really special. I swear, he's like a god on earth, and I like being with him. And our relationship is going to continue."
"If this affects your job" I started to say, "you need ...."
"It doesn't affect my job, and it's on my personal time, outside of the university."
"But you're having sex with your student?"
"So are you" he said, throwing it in my face. "What I do in my personal time is my business and we're all consenting adults."
Everything was pretty much normal in class the next few days, Bob's left hand keeping busy and his hunky body looking marvelous. The only change I could see was that he now seemed to have a smirk on his face. I know a smirk when I see it, and that was a smirk. He was telling me something, and it worried me. I think he knew I was desperate for him and was using it to humiliate me.
I wanted to get his attention and talk to him; I still thought I could reason with him if we could talk, but each day he got up and left immediately. After a week went by without a peep from him, I was getting antsy. I wanted him. Yeah, I wanted him. I was hooked.
I couldn't understand why he hadn't come by my apartment. He said he liked my place and would be coming by so why wasn't he? I hoped he wouldn't bring Jerry with him again, but I was willing to put up with almost anything to have him come by.
No, I wasn't having sex with anyone. I didn't dare, not knowing if Bob would stop by at any moment, and besides, I didn't want to have sex with just anyone; I wanted Bob.
But that doesn't mean I wasn't having sex, getting off. I was wearing my cock out with constant righthand action. Dreaming of Bob, day and night, wet and dry, driving me up the wall. And the images were always the same: his big muscular body overpowering me and using me, abusing me, raping me. I had never for a minute considered myself a masochist, but with Bob, thinking of Bob, I was turning into a cringing wimp. A desperate bottom boy.
And then it finally happened. It must have been ten days later that I was sitting at my kitchen table (I don't have a desk) trying to study for a class I was going to teach next semester. It was going to be a master class emphasizing the Catholic Popes of the Seventeenth Century starting with Urban VIII in 1623. I was excited about it since it was for advanced graduate students only.
However, getting excited about Urban VIII could not compare with getting excited about Buffalo Bob. Sitting there at the table, I was wearing only an undershirt and jockey shorts, and the shorts were pulled down to my knees. My cock was sticking out about half hard, and as my mind wandered, which it often did, I'd reach down and play with it. I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd have to jerk off. The box of tissues was on the table in front of me ready to go.
The door opened and in walks Bob. My Buffalo Bob.
But he wasn't alone.
It was a cute guy, slim but perfectly defined, and damned if he wasn't wearing a collar, a black leather collar, and a leash. For God's sake, Bob had him on a leash.
What's with this guy? Does he only deal in slaves? Can't he have sex with a real person instead of dominating and humiliating his partners and making them slaves? Yes, I'm falling for him and love his narcissistic attitude and of course I recognize that he is special. But actually, I know nothing about him. I've never even talked to him.
But everything I am learning about him shocks me.
Both Bob and his slave were wearing nothing but skimpy black running shorts with the slit up the side and shoes, and Bob was sweating heavily, probably from running. Leading the young man by the leash, who was well-muscled although he looked tiny next to Bob; he led him over to the easy chair and sat down. Looking the boy in the face with an enormous smile on his face, he patted his lap. After only a momentary hesitation, the boy lay down on his lap, ass up. Bob started rubbing his ass.
And here I am, standing there in shock; hell, I'm always in shock concerning Buffalo Bob; I mean, what the hell?
With that big smile on his face, Bob looked at me. "Tracy and I kind of got sidetracked coming in here." He gave a big laugh. "We somehow left his backpack downstairs. It's just inside the entrance. Go get it." He looked away, turning his attention back to the boy, Tracy, on his lap, fluffing his hair with one hand and feeling up his ass with the other.
Just like always, I was left speechless. I mean: can you believe this? He walks in; he's dragging a slave; he ignores me and begins sexual play, and then gives me an order. And there was no doubt in my mind that not for a single second did it even occur to him that I would not obey.
I went down and got Tracy's backpack which was completely stuffed, evidently with clothes. I'm on the third floor so it only took me a few minutes to get back upstairs, but my mind was going around and around. How do I deal with this? And my answer was: nothing. I had no choice but to go along with the flow, whatever Bob had in mind. I really had no choice. I had to wait for a chance to really sit down and talk to him.
When I got back in the apartment the boy, Tracy was down on the floor licking Bob's feet, worshiping them. He had evidently removed the shoes and socks and was now working on the toes.
Bob looked up as I closed the door, finally giving note that I was there. "Tracy and I met at the gym a few weeks ago, isn't he beautiful? I was out running this evening and guess who I run into, this beautiful boy?" He chuckled and he pulled the boy up with the leash and just looked into his face for a moment. "Oh yeah, he's beautiful." Bob was smiling brightly, and Tracy was grinning up a storm as well. "I'm awfully sweaty from my run, Tracy" Bob said. "Let's see what you can do about it." He pulled the boy's face into his sweaty chest and Tracy got busy licking it.
"Get me a beer" Bob said, out of the blue without even looking at me.
It took me a second to think it through. "Listen, Bob. Listen." I had to say something. I had to try to get this under control. I mean, this was really too much. Yes, I found Bob attractive, and he turned me on, but this was not what I signed up for. Barging in and just taking over .... It was ....
But no surprise, Bob spoke, actually shouted: "DON'T -- YOU -- DARE." That was it. You better believe that shut me up. He was angry and glaring at me. "Don't you fuckin dare interfere with what I'm doing here." He didn't yell but it was clearly said with anger. I went and got him a beer.
He was kissing Tracy when I came back and didn't even look up, so I put the beer down next to him. I went and sat on the sofa while Bob and Tracy went at it.
Tracy sucked up most of the sweat on Bob's chest and abs, and then went over his shoulders and biceps and triceps, and even ate out his armpits. Then he worked on Bob's massive thighs for a while covering every inch, and for good measure, went back to sucking on Bob's toes for a while. This went on for well over half an hour while I just sat there and stewed.
At one point in the midst of my frustration, I got up to leave the room. Bob didn't say anything, but he immediately got an angry look on his face and violently jerked his head down. It was perfectly clear that I couldn't leave and had to sit back down. So I did.
"Take my shorts down" Bob said when he finally stood up. You better believe they were skintight, so Tracy had to peel them down. Bob pulled him into his crotch. "Lick my balls. Lots of tongue." And that's what Tracy did, busily licking and sucking Bob's balls while the growing cock bounced back and forth against his nose.
"Hey Pops" Bob said as he looked over at me, for the first time really acknowledging my presence. "What are you doing with all those clothes on? Take them off. Strip."
Knowing how volatile Bob is, I wondered if this was a good time to speak up to try to talk to him. But luckily, I came to my senses and realized that it was not a good idea to confront him while he was in the middle of fucking. I stripped.
Bob reached down and lifted Tracy in his arms and then sat down with him draped over his lap. That kid must weigh 180 but Bob lifted him like a toy. He grabbed Tracy's ass and squeezed it a bit and then slammed his hand on it, hard. Tracy howled and jumped but Bob had a good hold and didn't let him get away. I knew that ass was going to be red and sore.
Tracy actually shrieked. "P-p-please, master," he said through tears, the first words he's said since they arrived.
"One more" Bob said as he gently squeezed the other cheek. And then he let him have it, just as hard as the first one. Tracy screamed again and jumped but did not try to get away. After a long pause he whispered: "thank you, master."
Wow. Bob is unbelievable. I'd already seen what he'd done to Jerry, making him completely slavish and obedient, and now this kid. Making him say thank you for getting beaten! I don't know how much time he's spent with either Jerry or Tracy, but he sure had trained them to slavishly obey him. How could he do that?
Gently pushing Tracy onto the floor, Bob stood up, looked over at me and arrogantly stalked across the room. I say stalked because that is exactly what he did, his big, muscled body glistening with sweat and spit, and his mostly hard cock swinging back and forth as he came over, totally arrogant in his attitude.
"Fuckboy. Over here" he said, and Tracy jumped. Not bothering to get up he crawled over to us.
"Move" Bob said to me and I scooted over as he lifted Tracy up bodily again and set him on the sofa on his knees with his head hanging off the back. Without a word he grabbed me by the hair, jerked me off the sofa and pulled me over behind Tracy. I let out a yelp and had to jump to keep him from pulling the hair out of my head.
He pushed my face into Tracy's ass.
"I'm going to fuck this ass in a few minutes and you're going to get him ready. Now start licking."
No fucking way! I don't lick anybody's ass. Being gay has got nothing to do with it, it's gross. Maybe I'm old fashioned but I put cream on a guy's ass before I fuck him. I jerked my head back.
Bob grabbed my hair and hit me, hard, really hard. He used an open hand, but he would have knocked me for a loop if he hadn't been holding my hair. I let out a howl of pain as he jammed my face back into Tracy's ass. Holding me there by my hair he got right up to my ear and said menacingly: "I-don't-repeat-myself."
Will I never learn? Am I stupid? Unfortunately, it was an automatic reaction for me, and I reacted without thinking, when I knew damn well that Bob would not allow a refusal.
"What the fuck is the matter with you, old man?" Bob snapped. "You don't know yet that I'm the man here, I'm in charge?" He kicked me in the ass. Luckily, he was barefoot but it still hurt. "You be my asswipe and nothing more."
You better believe I started licking up a storm. My face stung and now I was pressing it against Tracy's cheek, but I didn't dare do anything, I didn't dare stop. I had never licked anybody's ass before, but it had been done to me a few times, so I wasn't totally ignorant. I licked away.
"You better get with it asswipe, before I really kick your ass" Bob said as he stood there keeping his dick hard and watching me. "Lot's of saliva, get it wet, and start jamming your tongue in there."
Okay, so I'm his asswipe, but I'm still falling for the guy? But I understand psychology and I know he doesn't mean it. That's just his style, showing his power, showing he's in charge. Considering his narcissistic personality and his having to always be in control, it is not surprising that he comes across as demanding and sometimes even mean. He thinks he has to be a tyrant to show his dominance, so he finds it hard to show warmth.
After a couple minutes he grabbed my hair and jerked my head back. He's being mean now, evidently my refusal set him off. My own stupid fault so I was just going to hope he would cool down.
He jammed a finger into Tracy's ass and got a squeal from him.
"Shit, you ain't done nothing yet. Get back in there and suck." He banged my face back into Tracy's ass. I tried harder, getting lots of spit I pushed it into his asshole." Bob gave me another couple minutes and then jerked me back again. He was still mad and was jerking my hair hard, and I wished I could do something to calm him down.
He stuck two fingers into Tracy's ass this time getting another yelp from him.
"Bob, please. I'm sorry," I blurted out, hoping an apology would calm him. "Please, I'm really sorry."
"What?" he snapped. At least he was listening.
"I'm sorry. You know I'll do anything for you. Anything. I didn't mean ...."
"Shut the fuck up" he said and pushed me, forcing me to scramble out of the way. Grabbing Tracy by the hips and taking aim, he pushed. I give him credit because he went slow and easy. He didn't seem to be mad now, at least not at Tracy. Tracy groaned as Bob eased his enormous ten-inch dick into him, but he only went in a couple inches before stopping and giving Tracy a respite. Tracy was moaning and panting frantically trying to ease the pain as Bob waited patiently.
Bob held there for at least a full minute before beginning to push again. But now he was ready, because he started to fuck, still gently, but gradually forcing the prick in deeper and deeper with each thrust. Bob was being so careful and deliberate with Tracy, he was obviously very experienced at this, but I can easily believe he has had an almost unlimited amount of practice getting his dick into tight places.
After the initial thrust Tracy was showing no signs of pain. There were some soft moans, but they were moans of pleasure, so I guess I had done a good job of preparing him.
Bob did not seem to be in a hurry, standing with his knees slightly bent to get on the right level, his hands on Tracy's shoulders and fucking up into his ass with slow easy strokes, pushing all ten inches in, and then pulling back. Except for some very soft moans from Tracy, there was no sound in the room for the next half hour or so. Bob had his eyes closed most of the time and had a look of copious contentment on his face. I was ignored completely and was smart enough to keep my mouth shut and just watch.
When Bob finally did start to speedup, the sounds in the room were coming from Tracy. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes" he murmured softly, sounds of pleasure coming from him as Bob began to pound his ass. Overwhelmed with pleasure from being fucked with a big dick from a gentle giant.
Maybe Bob was gentle before, but I don't think that is his style, since now, in the throes of excitement from the fuck, he gave Tracy's hair a yank getting a screech out of him as he slammed in and out of his ass.
At the last-minute Bob pulled out and grabbed his cock, started jerking it madly and let it fly. His first shot landed on Tracy's neck but the second went over his head. The additional shots, one after the other landed all over his back.
"Oooooh, shit" came from Bob and Tracy almost simultaneously as Bob fired his last shot. Then came soft murmuring, sounds of contentment, as Bob stepped back away from the sofa.
"Come here, asswipe" Bob said. So that was my name now? It didn't sound very endearing to me.
He grabbed me by the hair again, my scalp was hurting, and pulled me over and jammed his dick in my mouth. "Clean me up" he growled and I got busy doing exactly that. But, this wasn't the first time he'd made me suck his dick after he'd been fucking, but it was still gross. Yes, there was a taste of shit, but I controlled myself and sucked it clean.
"Now asswipe, clean him up" Bob ordered, and grabbing my hair again, he pulled me around to Tracy who was still on his knees on the sofa. He pushed my face up against Tracy's back where he had fired his load. "Suck it up. Suck up every bit of your master's cum."
Again, this was fuckin gross, but I knew he was doing it on purpose just to rub it in that I refused him earlier Obviously he was still mad at me. So I licked up and down Tracy's back cleaning up his cum.
"Maybe there's hope for you yet" Bob said when I was done. He grabbed my hair again and giving it another jerk he dragged my head down to Tracy's ass. "Show me how much you like eating ass" he said. "My cock was in there so now you get to have another taste. Get in there."
What can I say? I sucked Tracy's ass. It had a taste of shit as well, but I was almost getting used to it. Almost, it was still fuckin gross.
I had no choice but to put up with this raunchy attitude from Bob, until I finally had a chance to talk to him. I still had hopes of getting through to him that he didn't have to be mean and uncaring with me and the other people around him. I knew if I could just talk to him and get him to listen, I could do a lot to help him, to straighten him out.
Because he was so big and muscular, so powerful, it gave him a sense of superiority where more likely it was an actual sense of inferiority. He was clearly over-compensating by acting all powerful.
Bob watched me while I sucked Tracy's ass until he was satisfied that I had done the job. Pulling Tracy to his feet, he lifted him in his arms and walked over to the easy chair. He sat down with Tracy on his lap and started kissing.
The muscle man whom I originally thought was straight, and therefore would never kiss a guy, loved kissing. They starting to go at it.
"Bob, I've got to go wash my face" I said as I got on my feet.
"Like fuck you will. Stay there and shut up." I sat down.
They went at it for the next ten minutes of so, kissing up a storm while I sat there with spit and cum drying on my face. And my cheek still hurt.
Bob finally got up and pulled his shorts back on, and with Tracy's help got back into his shoes. I was still on the floor in front of the sofa. Then came the bombshell.
"Tracy's going to be staying here for a while until he gets things under control in his life. But he's a good fuck and definitely worth keeping." He laughed. "I don't know, maybe I'll even share."
"What?" I almost shouted but controlled myself. Hopefully I've learned, you don't yell at Bob. "Bob, you can't mean ..... Ahhh, I mean .... Bob, you can't really ...."
"Stop it teach" he growled, interrupting me. "Tracy's going to stay here for a while. That's decided. So shut up about it."
"Bob, be sensible' I started to say.
"Asswipe, you don't want to piss me off, so shut up. Not another word." Horror of horrors. Bob was going to dump this kid on me. This was unbelievable.
"Bob, you can't" I started pleading with him. "You can't do ...."
"I can, and I will, and I have" Bob said and chuckled for being so witty. "Now, that's enough."
This was impossible. Totally unreasonable, asking me to take this kid in. And yes, a kid. Although somewhat muscular for a kid, he looked twelve.
"But how old is Tracy" I asked. Was Bob asking me to keep a child in my apartment? What were the ramifications from that? I could end up in jail.
"I don't know, I didn't ask" Bob answered. "How old are you, fuckboy?"
"I'm old enough" Tracy answered, with a smile, not the least bothered by his Bob's nickname for him.
"There you are" Bob said as he walked to the door, "he's old enough." Opening the door he turned back: "You owe me eighty dollars now. We'll settle up next time."
Bob walked out leaving the door open.
So, I was stuck. Yes, I am falling for him, but I'm also afraid of him since I recognize that I have to be careful of his temper. I admire him, and actually love his narcissistic attitude, and his power and control, and I can only be impressed that he has seduced me with so little effort. Me, the guy with a PhD has not only been enslaved by this spectacular young man, but I have become his willing slave.
He still tends to be mean and nasty, but I know that is a front, and deep inside there is warmth and charm. He hadn't shown it to me yet, but I know it is there and I'm willing to wait for it.
to be continued
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