CAN'T RAPE THE WILLING
Kevin Donovan
letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com
What follows is a work of gay erotic fiction, featuring bondage, domination, some light kink. It is completely fiction. All participants, if they existed, would be over the legal age for consent wherever you live. If you yourself are under that age, leave now. The author never condones any kind of coerced sex or unprotected sex. Like all Nifty authors, I get inspiration and encouragement from your comments, so please don't be shy.
This is only my second Authoritarian piece: the first was "The Harem," October 11, 2001.
CHAPTER TEN: `DILLON'
Boss and Alex, a. k. a. "Ho,'" did not arise on Saturday until after one, by which time, Ethan and Jake had gone out clothes shopping and still had time to have a nice brunch awaiting them. Boss was a real man who did eat quiche. Both sleepyheads were still smiling from the recollection of the great time they had had in the Rack, Afterhours the night before. They took turns telling choice parts of the tale. Two things were clear: Alex had found his element in a significant way, and the two of them were developing a very special relationship together. A side effect of that, however, was that both were exceedingly grateful to Ethan and Jake for bringing them together, and that gratitude raised the other two wives in their regard enormously.
Ho,' it turned out, loved to be hit. His backside was welted and striped from the abuse he had taken, and he was excited as shit about it. He, of course, had no mask, as Jake had had, and no cock restraint, as both Jake and Ethan had had--he just flopped free, naked but for the collar. And proportionally, he had a lot to flop. So Boss had hoisted him by his spread ankles into the air upside down, and men had flailed away at his back, shoulders, butt, thighs, and balls with various disciplinary devices. Alex screamed, but never used the safe-word he had been given. When he took him down, Boss tied him spread-eagle to a horizontal St. Andrews' Cross and let the men gang-bang him to their hearts content. Then all pissed on him, as had been done to the others, and he guzzled Boss's beer piss, and the two men sat at the bar for an hour drinking unprocessed beer and watching the welts rise up on Alex's pristine skin.
Then Whelp arrived with his father, Andrew. Alex admitted that just knowing their relationship turned him on even more, but he also acknowledged that Whelp was a real babe. Naked, there was no way to hide his boner. Dillon had one, too--after all, Alex was a looker himself, like Boss's other wives.
"One condition," said Andrew as he approached the bar with Dillon on leash beside him. "I want to fuck this one as he fucks my boy. I'm as clean as Whelp is--after all, we share fluids, and we both keep tested."
Boss just looked at Alex. It had to be up to him to take Andrew bareback. Alex nodded. "OK," was all Alex said. He would do it, to get at Dillon's ass, but he wouldn't be happy about it.
Dillon was trying to look bored, but his dick told another tale. He hopped up on the bar, as before, and the men crowded around for best views. Alex climbed up behind him. Then Andrew stepped up on the stool and knelt on the bar behind him, unzipping his leather pants. Boss did the lube honors for both bitches. Alex slid into Whelp, and Andrew poked his big porker into Alex. No problem--Alex had been taking Boss, who was even bigger, and he'd just been reamed by the whole bar, so he hardly felt it. He just held the pose and let Andrew push him into Whelp, until they worked out a rhythm together. It took over ten minutes, longer than with just one guy fucking, but in the end, both bitches got bred.
Afterward, Alex asked Boss to take him to the wet-room to hose out his gut. He didn't want Andrew's swimmers in him, as he wasn't really attracted to the guy--he was there with Boss, who offered to take Dillon, too, and Andrew agreed. They were gone only a few minutes, but while in the wet room, Dillon whispered quickly into Ed's ear.
"My dad is coming to see you, soon. Not about the house. I just want to say, please say yes. I'll do anything. Anything. You won't regret it."
Boss refused to tell Alex what Dillon had said, and the three of them returned to the bar as if nothing had taken place between them. As they left, though, Ed happened to look back toward the corner of the big room, and there he saw Andrew breeding his son as a circle of men watched. He felt better about it, knowing for sure that Whelp was of age and consenting, but he hustled Alex out the door anyway so that he would not see that action.
To follow up on that presentation from Alex and Boss, Ethan and Jake revealed that they had gone out to do some early shopping that morning while the others were sleeping, and both had picked up a couple of outfits they wanted Boss's approval on. That involved putting clothing on in the house, so they needed his permission, which he granted, just for the purpose of the modeling. Each man had selected two outfits, one casual wear and one more party-wear, and they had gone all out to accentuate their physiques and their sexiness. The clothes were far from their usual conservative, businessman style, or even their collegiate preppy looks from the recent past. Among other things, they screamed "SEX."
They appeared in the casual outfits first.
"What does this outfit say to you, Boss?" asked Jake.
"It says, `Kiss me, Fucker,'" responded Boss.
"Keep it?"
"Oh, yeah."
Jake walked over and kissed him, grinning.
"How about this?" asked Ethan with a smile.
"That says, `I'm easy, but I belong to That Guy,'" he said.
"And?"
"Keep it."
They tripped back up the stairs excitedly, and returned in their party clothes.
"What about this?" Ethan went first this time.
"Hmm. That one says, "I bend over for you."
"Too much, huh?"
"Depends on how close by I am. It does not say, `Ask my husband first.' We'll have to be careful where you wear that one, Cunny."
"I'm afraid this one may say, `I suck cock,'" said Jake.
"Yeah, I believe it does. Why don't you come over here and show me how you do that, Puss?" Jake slipped out of the slinky new pants and the soft cashmere sweater, sans underclothes, quickly and laid them across the chair arm before he knelt to take Boss's throbbing dick into his mouth.
"We'll take these back Monday," laughed Ethan, gathering up the discards.
"No, Cunny, let's not be hasty. I'm thinking what those two outfits say may be just right in certain circumstances. I particularly like what Puss's is saying to me right now. They'll make every gay man and every straight woman in the room cream their pants--and that's not always such a bad thing. I say keep `em, for when I decide I want to make people envy my ass."
Laughing, Ethan took the clothes upstairs to hang and returned nude as Jake was just finishing up on Boss's blow job.
"Jake, while you've got that suction going, would you do me, too?" asked Alex. I need to relax some more."
"I'll do everybody," Jake declared. "After all, I have clothes that say `I suck cock.'"
"Boss, how `bout if we take massage classes?" asked Ethan. "Might come in pretty handy not only for one another, but also for this little side-line you have planned for us."
"Damn straight. I'll teach you myself. Among my various skills, I'm a licensed massage therapist. Once Puss gets finished with these blow-jobs, let's go downstairs and get started."
The men spent the remainder of the afternoon poring over some of Ed's texts on anatomy and manipulating one another's muscles on the table downstairs. They vowed to continue every Saturday afternoon through the winter, until they all became adept at the skill.
Later, after a wide-eyed delivery man brought Chinese food to the naked household, Boss had a further presentation.
"I actually had these last night, but last night was Puss's special time. I hope you don't mind, Cunny and Ho', but you need your birthday presents now, not when the actual dates come up. It'll be pretty obvious what these are."
The stacked boxes were, indeed, a giveaway. Complete leather outfits, just like Jake's, were now available for both the others. Boss had in mind that the boys would be wearing them as part of the marriage celebration coming up.
Later, the wives went on line and ordered accessories as their gifts for one another. Jake bought floggers for everyone; Ethan bought studded dog collars with matching leashes; and Alex bought two more of the neat riding crops. They'd be in prior to the big party.
But the big party was not to happen before Christmas as planned. Something would happen to cause Boss to postpone the celebration a whole month.
Boss spent the whole of Sunday morning in his bed, with one of his wives at a time, making love. They started the day around nine with a light breakfast together in the dining room. Afterward, Boss took Alex by the hand and, smiling seductively, pulled him up from the table and into his arms. They began to kiss. Ethan and Jake continued to clear the breakfast table, smiling indulgently.
"We'll be upstairs for a while," Boss announced, and the two left hand in hand.
They were occupied in Boss's bedroom for over an hour. Toward the end of that time, Andrew Wilcox called for Boss on the phone. After trying to put him off, Ethan went up the stairs and stepped into Boss's room (he never closed the door, since they were all "married.")
Boss was taking his newest mate missionary style, with Alex's knees pulled back and his heels tapping on Boss's buttocks. Their mating was strenuous and far advanced, with lots of panting and sweating going on. Ethan's dick got hard.
"I told him you were `indisposed,' but he insists it's urgent," reported Ethan.
"Tell him I have my dick in my wife right now. Ask him to come to lunch here at 1:00. If I'm not finished with all of you, he can watch."
Ethan laughed. He knew Wilcox would be hoping for that. On the phone, Wilcox agreed. Ethan and Jake got busy putting together lunch for five, plus refreshments for the game day group, who would be arriving in mid-afternoon.
Boss took the time to give Ethan, and then Jake, a fine ride in the sack before their guest arrived. Those not busy being serviced were busy in the kitchen, and all was in readiness when the doorbell rang, except that Jake still looked a bit flushed, and his butt was rather slick. He excused himself immediately after answering the door to visit the lavatory.
Wilcox insisted on a private meeting with "the man of the house," so the three bitches took their plates to the kitchen table. The meeting lasted half an hour, and Boss emerged to consult with his wives. He sat at their table, leaving Wilcox in the dining room.
Wilcox had come to make the offer that Boss had been expecting, but the others did not know about. Andrew Wilcox wanted to divest himself of his son as sub partner. Both of them had always seen that as a temporary thing, and it was becoming inconvenient now that Dillon was moving up in the firm. Dillon wanted to be with Boss--AND Boss's three hot bitches.. His father was agreeable--provided that he was adequately compensated, and he approved of the arrangement for his son. They came to an agreement easily, both wanting it to happen. Therefore, Boss's dreams for completing his family were coming to fruition more quickly than he could have hoped: he was resolved, pending the approval of the others, to propose marriage to Dillon as his fourth and final wife.
That approval was quick and enthusiastic in coming.
"There's one catch," warned Ed. "Wilcox wants all five of us to be on call, free of charge, to serve as escorts and hosts to his out-of-town clients as needed, for three years. I told him I only top; you guys are versatile. He's OK with that. What do you say?"
They were quiet for a moment, waiting for one another to respond. Finally, Ethan said, "I would have expected him to ask for about $10,000, which we don't really have right now, since our cash and credit are tied up for the moment with the construction plan. So this is better. He'll take it in trade."
The others agreed. "How many gay clients could the man have, anyway?" wondered Alex.
"Probably more than we imagine. OK by you guys if I ask him to bring Dillon over tonight after the game group leaves? We can talk things over, and see what happens."
They had a feeling they knew what would happen, and it would involve a trip to Boss's bedroom for Dillon, but they were excited about that and agreed with enthusiasm.
They had some difficulty concentrating on either the game or their responsibilities serving their guests' gustatory and ejaculatory needs, but no one seemed to notice. They were all excited as could be about meeting Alex, and eager to take his mouth for a test run. He was a good sport and sucked off as many as he could manage, but Jake and Ethan had to step in--gladly--to pick up some of the slack for him, especially on second rounds.
"Just wait til next week," Jake whispered to Ethan, winking, as they watched their friend's face rising and falling on a nice, thick eight-inch erection.