CAN'T RAPE THE WILLING
Kevin Donovan
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. 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.
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CHAPTER THREE: `PUSS'
`New position, at least,' Jake grudged. He got up and walked over to the sling, suspended average-waist-high. He slid his ass into it and raised his feet into the leather stirrups. He lifted his arms to the straps above. He lay his head back and waited.
After about ten minutes, Boss entered, carrying a bowl of warm water, a can of shaving gel, and a hand towel. A razor rested in the bowl. Without ceremony, he began to shave Jake's body, from chin down, one limb at a time. He shaved his chest and abdomen. He removed all of his pubes and scrotal hair. He even pulled Jake's feet up and back to shave his buttocks and the crack of his ass. From throat to the tufts of his toes, Jake became completely hairless. It was an incredibly erotic experience.
He'd often shaved parts of his body before, and usually kept his balls clean. Ethan preferred them that way for his oral pleasures. But he had never removed it all before. Now, he was amazed how much more naked he felt. Completely bare and exposed. Boss took away the shaving gear. But he returned about five minutes later, this time bearing small snap-on locks, with which he secured Jakes' hands and feet within their straps.
`The better to fuck me,' thought Jake. And he was right. Boss did fuck him--twice within the next hour.
"Damn, Puss, you have a great ass," he breathed.
Jake felt himself blushing like a schoolgirl at the bizarre compliment from his rapist.
"That's what all my rapists tell me," he answered drily, evoking another chuckle from Boss.
After the second time, Boss slipped Jake's black hood back onto his head again, returning him to darkness. He left Jake in the sling and disappeared for about an hour. Then, the door opened, and there was a stir of movement. Just from the air movement, Jake deduced that several bare-foot persons had come in.
There were some whispers around the room he couldn't quite make out. Then, he felt fingers at his ass. Some cool gel was smeared onto it. A cock thrust in, but it wasn't Boss's, it was much smaller.
`Hell, I can take that size all night,' Jake thought smugly.
The man humped his ass for at least ten minutes before spewing. He stepped back, and another immediately took his place, this one a bit longer, but even slimmer. Jake silently took the abuse.
And so it went, for the next two hours or more. Jake estimated that there were up to eight different cocks. It was hard to be sure, but he thought every man fucked him at least twice, some three times. Many were average-size in endowment, and a few were smaller. But three were at least eight inches, and four in all were quite thick, enough to challenge his anal capacity. Most of them emptied their nuts onto Jake's face or upper body. By the time the men tired of their entertainment and drifted away, Jake was utterly fucked out, and a cream-covered mess.
Half-hour after the group departed, Boss entered again. He removed Jake's mask. Then, he raped Jake's ass one more time, slamming the sore, much-used man-cunt hard and deep. Jake groaned. He wasn't in pain, exactly, but he'd never been ridden so hard in his life. He just felt worn. And yet, he'd also never felt so sexually satisfied. Boss finished with a grunt and a shudder.
Boss left, but quickly returned with broom and dustpan to sweep up an obscene-looking pile of used condoms on the floor beneath Jake's rump. It was a relief sto see those! Then he made another trip, carrying the bowl of warm water and a washrag. First, he felched out Jake's used hole--the only cum in it was his own, but he sucked it out. Then, he gently bathed Jake's sore ass with the warm water. It felt divine. He bathed Jake's dick and balls, too. Then, he sucked Jake off, again washing up the area with the warm rag. Finally, he smoothed on some ointment, maybe aloe. It was soothing and welcome. Boss released the locks and left the room
For a time, Jake was too tired to move, and the sling was actually quite comfortable. Eventually, he gingerly removed his feet from their stirrups and tried to stand. His knees were weak. He actually had to hold onto the sling for balance. When he felt stabilized, he hobbled to the bed.
Jake lay down and almost immediately went to sleep.
He awoke, feeling groggy. He felt he'd missed something, but had no idea what. The wall sconce burned all the time, and he had gotten used to it--at least he could see to find the toilet, which he found he needed. After pissing, he noticed what had seemed strange when he awoke. The sling was gone, and in its place was a padded massage table. He wondered what raping opportunities that would offer to Boss. He inspected the table. It had a shelf built underneath, on which an array of creams and oils were gathered. Who would massage whom? he wondered. He certainly knew nothing about massage therapy--yet--though he suspected he might be about to learn. He crawled back into the bed and drifted into sleep again.
The smell of coffee awoke him. His eyes opened just in time to see Boss's bare backside exit the room. On the table, his tray awaited him with a stack of pancakes, three sausage rounds, butter, and a small pitcher of warm maple syrup, plus the coffee and cream. Jake had slept so much, it was almost hard to stop. But he got up and stretched, then tucked in to his breakfast. He was just pleasantly full when finished.
Boss returned just then and patted the massage table.
"Up here," he whispered. "On your stomach."
"Ohh, mann," groaned Jake like a teenager. "Do you have to rape me again now, just after such a nice breakfast?"
"Rape you? I've never once raped you!" protested Boss as if stung.
Jake was stunned. He hardly knew how to respond.
"Shit, dude, you've hardly done anything BUT rape me since you kidnapped my ass, what, two or three days ago!"
"Two, but I wouldn't call it kidnapping. I'd call it submissive role play. And I haven't raped you. You're gay, right? And you like to bottom, right? Well...you never once said `no' to me."
Jake's jaw dropped. What the hell could all his screaming have meant, then, he wondered. But he was beginning to feel a little confused. Did he really never say `no?' Did he do anything to invite or encourage this thing?
"Now get up here," demanded Boss.
Jake rolled onto the table on his stomach. The platform had two sections, and at the juncture, there was a round opening. Boss reached up and pulled Jake's unit through that to let the boys hang. He punched a button underneath, and soft music began to play from speakers in the head piece. His smooth palms stroked across Jake's back gently. He pressed Jake's face into the crack between the two head-cushions.
Next, Jake felt warm oil dribble across his back and butt. Then the magical hands smoothed it all over his backside, over and over, in long, easy strokes. Jake relaxed He was warm and comfortable under the strong hands of a master.
Jake actually tried to take note of what Boss did, but it quickly began to all run together. There was time spent on neck and shoulders, until they were thoroughly relaxed. While he stood up at the head of the table, Jake raised his head and found Boss's stiff hard-on poking right at him. Boss let him suckle the head of it while he worked Jake's neck and shoulders. Then he pushed Jake's head back down as he moved over to one side. Boss went down both arms, rubbing and soothing, and worked on Jake's hands intently. Jake had never experienced anything at all like it. Boss did the same with each leg and foot. He actually spent longer on Jake's feet than anything else, so far. He not only rubbed and stroked them, he licked and sucked them, each toe and in between each toe. Jake could hardly stand the pleasure.
But when he got to Jakes' ass, Boss revealed his true specialization. He rimmed Jake like he'd never been rimmed before, and with Ethan, Jake certainly had been well-rimmed before. Boss worked slick fingers, and other things, like dildos and butt plugs, into Jake's hole so cleverly, Jake could never tell quite what it was that was in him. His prostate was on fire with lust. At one point, Jake came to realize that Boss's cock had been in him for some minutes, and he hadn't even been aware that was what it was.
Somehow, he also got milked in the process. His hard cock and dangling balls were caressed and stroked and manipulated until the cum flowed out like a river.
He never knew how Boss ended the treatment, for he was asleep. When he awoke, he was face-up on the table, utterly blissed out. He now wore a cock-ring with ball-stretcher, which extended his scrotum, already ample, several inches, pressing his big testicles tightly into his elongated sack.
He hadn't even staggered back to his bed, though, before Boss came back in. He leaned over and kissed Jake tenderly but deeply. Jake caught himself almost returning the kiss's passion.
"I know you!" he burst out. "You're the Phantom of the Opera! I saw your show! Twice! I knew you were gay all along. So--your face is horribly disfigured, then?"
Boss laughed out loud, for the first time.
"You're cute. I like you. I think I'll keep you, instead of just rolling you out on the curb like I thought about doing. Wouldn't you be embarrassed if I did have some awful birthmark or scar! But no, and I'm not going to show you, either--yet. Get dressed, we're going out." He tossed a wide leather dog collar on the table.
Jake now became aware that Boss was wearing chaps, a g-string, a chest harness, and boots, along with his head mask, all in shiny black leather. Interestingly, his ass was still bare.
"What, in the morning? On, what is this, Sunday morning? We just had breakfast!"
Boss laughed again. Clearly, he was having a great time with this.
"YOU just had breakfast. I went out for dinner. MONday dinner. What you had is all I know how to cook. Can you cook?"
"Well, yeah, very well, actually.
"Good, then in the future, you do the cooking."
Jake mindlessly placed the dog collar around his neck, his brain distracted.
"Now what? Where's the rest of my clothes?"
"That's it, Puss. I'm not one of those sentimental types who dress their pets up as if they were human. You get a collar, and a leash." The eight-foot matching leather leash was folded up in his hand, and he swatted Jake's backside with it. "And, for tonight, the mask. Your identity is secret to the public, for the moment."
He pulled Jake's arms behind his back and cuffed them securely.
"Hey!"
"You're in training, Puss. We have to take certain precautions. They'll come off later, if you behave yourself." Boss knelt and hobbled Jake with ankle restraints as well. "Don't want you running off, now do we?
He unlocked and removed Jake's chest harness, with its attachment to the ceiling.
"Oh, yeah, and there's this." He picked up a mouth stretcher, round to accommodate a dick entering, but not allowing any chatter. "We don't want too much chit-chat with my buds, either. Not that they are much for talking." I'll put that in just as we arrive. Ready?"
Jake shrugged.
"Aw, Puss, let's hear some enthusiasm. I'd have thought you'd be dying' to get out of this room and get you some man-dick tonight. When I say so, of course. Now, you ready?"
He swatted Jake's ass with the leash again, for emphasis.
"Yes, Boss!" declared Jake.
"That's better, then. Let's go."
He led his barefoot and naked captive, hobbling hesitantly, out into a narrow, dim hallway, and along that to a door, which he opened, leading into a cold, darkened garage. His car was backed in, and its trunk was open. The license plate was on the trunk lid, and out of sight.
"Inside."
"Aw, man," Jake began to whine.
"I don't have protection from your violent little plots from the back seat, Puss. Get in."
Jake plopped up onto the edge of the boot and swung his feet over into the well. He knelt there and tried to arrange himself inside. Impatiently, Boss pushed his head down and slammed the door. Jake heard the automatic garage door opener grinding, the motor cranking, and then he felt the car moving down a short driveway. It turned right into the street, then left, then right again. In five minutes, it turned right into a driveway and swung around behind a building. It came to a stop. Jake was glad--it was cold, dark, and cramped in that trunk.
The trunk lid opened, and Boss offered a hand to his captive. They were parked in the paved parking lot of a brown-brick building, but it was dark back there. A couple of others were parking nearby. They saw Jake emerging from Boss's trunk and just laughed. So much for Neighborhood Watch.
"Where are we?"
"My club, of course. The Rack, perhaps you've heard of it?"
Jake sputtered with surprise. "The Rack? Shit! That's OUR bar, my friends and I! We drink there all the time, man!" He stared inquisitively at Boss, really puzzled now.
"I know. I've seen you. But this is the after-hours version, it opens when the public house closes at 2:00. You know, a bar here has to close by 2:00. But a private club can be open all night. This is my club, a place for men into leather and bondage."
Boss released Jake from his wrist and ankle restrains.
Meanwhile, Jake's mind reeled. Of course, he knew about the after-hours club, but he and his crowd were not into leather. They had come out at closing time several times, and had seen the leather-clad club group beginning to arrive, as well as those who came upstairs earlier to get a head start on beer-drinking. Most of them seemed to be older men, from Jake's perspective anyway, with some in their thirties or even twenties.
One particular night popped into Jake's memory. He was walking with Ethan toward his parked car, a bit tipsy from an evening of drinking and joking with their buds. Ethan was designated driver. A man in full leather gear stepped out of a van and slid open its side door. Out stepped a very young-looking man, small and slim, with shoulder-length dark hair. He was completely naked, except for collar and leash. He had a beautiful, smooth complexion, and he was hung just a bit over average, but cute as hell. His eyes locked briefly with Jake's, and Jake felt a strange thrill in sensing the combination of excitement and fear in those intense, young eyes. The young man quickly cast his gaze downward submissively and scampered on agile, bare feet to keep up with his master, who was striding away toward the back entry.
"I'd card that one," Ethan had remarked.
"Then I'd fuck him," answered Jake, his eyes riveted on the sweet young ass.
"Not unless his Daddy said so, you wouldn't."
They had both laughed and driven to his place for a round of very satisfying sex, in Jake's case, fueled largely by the image of that beautiful, captive boy, his slim, tight butt, and the wild look in his eyes. That had been several months ago, back in the summer. Jake marveled at the irony that brought him here tonight.
Boss snapped him back to the present with a tug on his leash.
"Now, don't you embarrass me in there in front of my friends," he warned. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, not really. This is about pleasure, sexual pleasure, but there can be a certain level of pain, too, in getting to that pleasure. Kind of like ass fucking. It hurts, but it's a good hurt, you know? Well, of course, YOU know. Anyway, if there's something we need to talk about, we'll do it after. Don't challenge me in there, or I'll have to beat the crap out of you to save face, comprende?
Jake nodded. "I'm in, Boss. This will be interesting, to say the least. I'll be good."
Boss's last speech was low, but in close to a normal voice for the first time. `Now where do I know that voice from?' Jake began to wonder, for it sounded familiar. But he had no time to dwell on it. Boss was inserting his mouth-stretcher and fastening its strap behind his head. This was a new thing to Jake: it forced his jaw open and his lips into a large circle.
"I don't care who you blow," Boss said, "or who blows you. But don't fuck anybody at all--unless there's another pet in there and I tell you to breed it--and don't let anybody fuck you unless I tell you to, or set you up for it. Look to me for permission, for anything, OK?"
Jake nodded. Boss turned and walked to the entry, with Jake, now Puss, right behind him.