CAN'T RAPE THE WILLING
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 SIX: THANKS
True to his word, in about an hour, Boss returned, hoisted the men's feet, and fucked Ethan's ass again, hard. This time, he told Jake he'd have to do without--Cunny had first dibs on his erections that night. The screams were subsiding by now. In fact, Ethan seemed to be looking forward to the next visit. In all, there were five. Headache and fears forgotten, Ethan fell asleep, and Jake soon slumbered beside him.
Come morning, Boss sent Jake upstairs with ankle restraints on to cook breakfast, while he ravaged Ethan's ass one more time. He didn't take Ethan upstairs to eat, though, saying he was not ready for that yet. Jake brought the coffee, sausage, and oatmeal down to the table in the captive room. Boss took the dishes away, brought in bag lunches and several sodas, and then dragged in the massage table, setting it up where it had been before.
"Puss, I have to go to work now, and I'm going to have to count on you as senior sub here to help me out with part of Cunny's training. This morning, I want you to shave Cunt's body completely, just like I did yours. After that, I also want you to give him a nice, long massage, at least an hour and a half, also just like I did for you."
Jake began to protest his incompetence at massage, but Boss held up an authoritative hand. "Whatever you do, if it's gentle and loving, he's going to like it. You'll learn, and get better with practice, which by the way, you're going to get. Now, after you finish, you can be on your own the rest of the afternoon, and I won't tie you up, but you have to stay in this room. I'll be back by 6:00."
Ethan looked expectantly at Jake. "This should be fun," he offered.
It was, for both of them. After all, Jake had adored his lover's beautiful body since they became best friends and team-mates in soccer and swimming back in middle school. This would hardly be the first time he had caressed all parts of it.
They began with showers, not together, but washing one another from outside the tiny stall. Then, the shearing began, and Ethan's body, splayed out on the towel-covered massage table, was relieved of his light, strawberry-blond coating of hair, one strip at a time.
It was the most prolonged period of attention Jake had ever paid just to Ethan's comfort, without shifting into fuck mode or the receiving end of the caressing, and both men found it incredibly pleasurable. Jake particularly got into the meticulous toe licking and sucking.
"Oh, man," groaned Ethan. "That's worth the price of admission right there." Pretty impressive, Jake thought, since the price of admission had been kidnapping and repeated ass-raping.
After lunch, the men spent their afternoon cuddling, sleeping, and sucking one another's cocks. Captivity would be boring very soon, but for the moment, it was nice to have absolutely no responsibilities calling. Neither regretted opting out of visiting parents and siblings this Thanksgiving. Being kidnapped and raped was proving to be much more interesting and pleasant.
They were starving by the time Boss returned, despite their sandwiches. He brought large pizzas and a six pack of beer on his return, though, and they filled up. It was Wednesday night, the eve of Thanksgiving.
After dinner, Boss ushered the boys over across the hall to the exercise room, where the massage table and the sling were now in, presumably, their usual places. "Get in," he said to Ethan, patting the leather seat where Jake had gone for his first fuck marathon. Ethan took his place, and Boss snapped locks into place.
"What about me, Boss?" Jake asked.
"Fuck him."
When half-a-dozen or so other men entered, not bothering with masks this time, they found Jake already enjoying the benefit of his lover's warm, tight hole. He pulled out without cumming after several minutes to let someone else have a turn. But he kept going back after every two or three others. In all, he creamed Ethan's colon three times, in seven fuck sessions. The other men all came in their condoms at least twice, and most three times. Ethan was well satisfied anally, his stomach coated in his own drying cum, when the men trooped back upstairs again, and he and Jake showered before crawling into their bed together.
Boss had asked earlier what time they would need to begin preparations if Thanksgiving dinner was to be served in early afternoon, and he promised to wake the boys by 7:00 so that they could get to work. He would haul the supplies over from next door before going to bed.
Right on time, Boss invaded their space early Thursday morning to force his dick into both their asses one time before leading them up, unrestrained, to have a bagel and coffee and get going with their culinary duties. Not being able to do baking a day in advance, they opted for ready-made pie crusts for pumpkin and mincemeat pies. They could bake in the large countertop toaster oven. But there would be no cake, since oven racks were already occupied by the bird and her friends.
Boss put extra leaves in the dining table, brought out an antique table-cloth, and told them to set the table for eight. He had invited a group of his leather buds from the club, who he'd found would not otherwise have had anyone to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner with. They showed up soon after noon, five men from twenty-five to forty years of age, wearing their boots, and a couple of them leather caps, but otherwise quite normally attired in jeans and tee shirts. Three men, when they saw the residents' dress code, stripped off naked and joined in. A fourth stripped to his boots and black jock. Only one, the forty-year-old, kept his boots and jeans on, but shed his shirt to expose a beefy chest covered in black hair.
The dinner was a great success. The captive men seemed to sense exactly what Boss hoped to have happen, though he never explained himself verbally. Boss seated Jake at the end of the table, near the kitchen door, with Ethan in the middle of a side and himself at the head. He presided quite capably at carving and serving, while Jake and Ethan kept the food advancing and the used dishes in retreat. Both captives worked carefully to keep every guest engaged in conversation. They were almost like Geishas in their social acumen, as if they had been trained in this for years. Each food item was perfectly prepared and appropriate to the meal. The guests were impressed, and Boss was beaming by the time dessert was served.
The men adjourned to the living room, where they settled down to talk about sports, sex, politics, and friends from their club. They complimented Boss lavishly on his dinner and the manner in which it was presented, with particular notes of praise on his two new subs (none to them directly, though, of course). Ethan was set to work on the dishes, mainly loading the dish washer. And Jake was gestured into the living room with the others. Only one man in the room had pants on, and Boss caught Jake's attention and nodded toward him, mouthing "suck."
Jake walked over to Stan, the oldest fellow, who was seated on a loveseat at the street side of the room, feet apart, and stood, naked, between Stan's boots. He knelt gracefully, and asked, "May I pleasure you, Sir?" in a soft but assured tone that brooked no contradiction. Stan nodded, smiling, and Jake slowly, tantalizingly, unfastened his belt buckle, unbuttoned his 501's, and reached into his BVDs to remove a fat, seven-inch cut cock, generously surrounded by black pubic hair. Jake began to lick and suck. Stan's jeans were below his wide-spread knees in no time, and his moans rent the air.
The others tried to go on with their conversation, but in truth, they were mesmerized by Jakes' lean, beautiful, hairless backside, so gracefully bending to service his guest, and so clearly relishing doing so. In a few moments, before Stan achieved lift-off, Ethan rejoined the group, saw what was afoot, smiled, and walked over to the next senior man in the group, Al, in his mid-thirties, who was nude except for boots, and already hard from watching the action across the room, and he knelt between Al's knees similarly. Al's gaze was already fixed on Ethan's eyes, and Ethan just leaned forward and engulfed Al's hefty eight-incher. Al's brown pubes were trimmed, and his scrotum was clean-shaven. He was a delight to suck.
In order, the boys gave expert after-dinner blow jobs to every man present. Ethan was odd-man-out to take Boss's cock at the end, but in mid-blow, Jake joined them for his share. The other men never failed to comment, later when they told of this experience, on how beautiful, sexy, and remarkably domestic the scene was.
For Ed, it was his dream life coming true. In his own way, he was a conservative, family oriented, middle-class man, raised unreformed Mormon, who--largely due to his homosexuality--had rejected all the religious teachings of his childhood, but somehow retained the authoritarianism, the paternalism, the sense of family, and the bent toward polygamy.
Just as Jake was putting the finishing touches on his blowjob, someone politely reminded Boss of a big football game that had just begun on television. That prompted the eight men to retreat to the TV den downstairs, where the big-screen TV and plenty of comfortable seating awaited. Ed led the way and discreetly closed the door to the captive room as he passed.
As they settled in to watch the game, Boss pointed out the refrigerator filled with beers and sodas, and offered the hospitality of the house to all his guests.
"Anything you need or want, Puss and Cunt will be happy to get it for you. I hope you'll all take advantage of both their asses, too, before you leave. They are nice, tight bitches, both of them, and they are happy to serve you." He sent Ethan to the exercise room to retrieve the bowl of condoms and the lube left there the previous night, and then he settled down to watch the game. Not one to miss a cue, Jake got him a beer from the cooler and passed them around to the others, as well. He kept one for himself and held one out to Ethan as he returned with the sex supplies. Boss made no comment.
Blair, the twenty-five year old, was on top of Ethan fucking him before the first quarter was half over. He'd been eyeing both bitches appreciatively all afternoon, and when Jake blew his seven inch dick earlier, he could hardly contain his excitement, losing his jizz in just minutes. Apparently, there was more where that came from, because he had no hesitation in producing a new erection or in filling a condom just half an hour later atop Ethan. Blair laid Ethan out on his back on the carpet between the coffee table and the TV and mounted him. Every time his rounded, lightly hairy ass rose over Ethan's hole, it blocked the trailer across the bottom of the TV screen and exposed Blair's tight little brown ass pucker to those on the sofa. If you wanted to know yards-to-go, you had to look quick, between Blair's hip-thrusts. But not one man complained, nor did they seem to try to look quickly.
Perhaps inspired by the scene in front of the TV, Al, seated in the center of the sofa, began to stroke himself into an erection. Jake, who was rubbing some lube into his hole while watching his boyfriend getting fucked right in front of him, caught the movement out of the corner of his eye, picked up a condom, and moved in front of Al.
"Please, let me help with that."
Kneeling, he began to lick up and down Al's long dong. In just a moment, it was very hard and fully erect. Jake smoothed the condom on it quickly, placed his knees on either side of Al's thighs, and impaled himself on the pole. He leaned forward to rest his head on Al's right shoulder so that the man could continue to watch the screen while Jake lap-danced him. Stan and Willie, on either side, moved over slightly to make room for Jake's lower legs, but not so much that they wouldn't have contact with the young bitch's silky touch. Stan reached over to stroke Jake's butt and leg as he gyrated next to him.
By now, every man in the room was revealing the true length and girth of his full erection. Gary, on the loveseat, had a near-eight-incher going, and in his easy chair, Ed sported his impressive crotch-rocket, the largest in the room. Blair finished getting intimately acquainted with Ethan and moved back over to the love-seat next to Gary. Ethan looked up, reached over next to the TV and picked up a small waste basket, holding it out to Blair, who dropped his slimy condom into it. Ethan returned to his previous posture on his back in the floor, all but calling out "Next!" to entice another patron. Gary was quick to seize his chance. He picked a condom from the bowl and did his best to imitate Blair's action thrust by thrust atop Ethan's responsive body. Blair saluted Ed with his beer can. "Damn, Ed. You sure know how to throw a dinner party!" Ed beamed. Clearly, he was having a great time just watching his friends enjoy his bitches. And the bitches themselves were hardly complaining.
Al didn't seem to be able to cum while being so passive, though he tried having Jake remain still while he thrust up into his gut from underneath. In the end (which was where Jake liked to take it), he had Jake kneel on the coffee table while he reamed him doggie style. That finished him off pretty quickly, and Willie asked to swap places with him for a moment. Al scooted over, and Willie took up the tattoo, hammering Jake's buttocks from behind. Ethan, who lay red-faced and sweating on the carpet, took note of his lover's expression of ecstasy. Maybe, he thought, the prize for `worst-thought-out birthday gift of the year' would not come his way after all.
Willie didn't take long. He wound up at the opposite end of the sofa from where he began, with Stan in the middle, pile-driving Jake's more-than-receptive ass. Meanwhile, Gary, sweating profusely, rose to his knees, ripped off his drippy rubber, tossing it into the receptacle, and struggled to his feet. He got himself a beer from the fridge and resumed his place next to Blair. He rested his hand companionably on Blair's muscled thigh, and the two grinned at one another.
Ethan got up and handed out beers to all who wanted one.
"Cunny, Babe, come sit in my lap for awhile," said Boss, taking his beer. Ethan settled in facing his kidnapper, and Boss surprised him: he kissed Ethan deeply and lovingly. Underneath Ethan's hips, he positioned his big erection, and Ethan settled down upon it. The two proceeded to make out with open mouths and exploring tongues while Ethan just sat on Boss's phallus, wiggling just enough to keep the heat fired up in both their bellies.
Jake slipped out for a moment to wipe up his slimy ass, wash up, and fetch chips with salsa for the coffee table where he had just been fucked three times. He sat on the carpet where Ethan had been lying and resumed watching the game, which was now well into the second quarter. He reached over to stroke Ethan's foot and ankle. Then, noticing Boss's sexy, manly feet close by, he crawled over on all-fours to lick and suck on them. From time to time, he included one of Ethan's in his attentions also, and occasionally raised up to lick Boss's balls and the juncture between Boss's cock and Ethan's cock-filled hole. The eyes of the room were affixed to his busy tongue the whole time.
"This is the best game I ever saw," declared Gary.
"It absolutely is...who's playing?" agreed Blair.
At half-time, Boss whispered into Ethan's ear, and Ethan smiled and detached himself from the pole on which he had been sitting.
"I'll be out in the sling if anyone wants me," he offered cheerily.
Blair chimed in, looking hopefully in Jake's direction, "Did I see a massage table in there, too? Damn, I'm feeling kind of tense today, don't know why."
Jake glance over at Boss, and Boss nodded imperceptibly. Jake winked at Blair and took his hand giving him a lift up out of the loveseat. He led him down the hall following Ethan, who was just settling in.
"I'm getting past my prime," Stan was saying. "Twice in an hour is about my limit." So he stayed put and munched on chips and salsa with his beer. Ed stayed behind also, but Gary. Willie, and Al tagged along into the exercise room. Jake spread a bath-sheet on the massage table and gestured for Blair to lie face down on it. He eagerly complied.
In just half an hour, Jake was not able to give Blair the full treatment, but Blair didn't seem to know that, or mind. He moaned and groaned with pleasure the whole time, particularly when Jake rolled him over and brought him to a happy ending with two fingers up his ass and his lips all the way down Blair's cock kissing his pubic mound. Blair's cum shot past Jake's tonsils untasted, until Jake licked the last drops off his drooling cock head.
Meanwhile, Ethan was taking on the other three men in the sling, one by one. It took the full half-time plus commercials to get them all off, since they had so recently unloaded--twice each. While he massaged Blair's powerful body, Jake took in appreciative glances at the muscular buttocks and backs hunching his partner nearby.
As the men wandered back into the den for the second-half kick-off, both Ethan and Jake went to their room for a quick shower and douche. Even using rubbers, a lot of juices seemed to accumulate back there, and they certainly did not want to leave oil spills or skid-marks on Boss's furniture and carpet. They returned, refreshed and wet-headed, to sit on the carpet at the men's feet and watch the remainder of the game, which did turn out to be pretty exciting. There was no further sex, just pleasant male camaraderie and friendly banter. These men had mostly been friends before they came, but the bonds that joined them were now more strongly sealed by shared intimacies in sexual release. Ed had played his hand well.
For he did have an additional agenda that he had not informed his bitches of yet. As he had intimated to Jake at the Club, Ed had plans to make a lot of money renting these boys out, and himself as well, as he had done already to supplement his income. All of the men present were well positioned not only to provide very valuable word-of-mouth around the leather set, but also to do some of the renting themselves, for their own enjoyment, and on behalf of other friends and groups they were involved with. Ed expected to get back his investment in food, drink, and sexual favors back many-fold in the near future
When all the guests departed, after the game (and before another began), Jake and Ethan set to work finishing the clean-up upstairs, and the three of them enjoyed leftovers for a light dinner. Afterward, Boss invited them upstairs to his own room, where they had a quiet and even romantic evening together in his king-size bed. He even let them stay all night. Later, the boys would come to appreciate what a singular honor this was, as Ed was not a man who usually slept over with any of his dates, or invited them to stay, either, after sex.
In bed, the night-game played on the TV mounted on the wall, and Ed did keep an eye on it, sports fan that he was. But for the most part, he occupied himself making out tenderly with his two boys, one on one side and one on the other. Together, they ministered to his body, suckling his nipples, licking him all over, and kissing every square inch of his skin (and all of each other's they could reach). Both boys sucked his dick and rimmed his ass. But he sucked both of theirs, too, and rimmed just as enthusiastically. He fucked them in order, first Jake, then Ethan. By the time they all dozed off to sleep beginning with Ethan, who cuddled up next to Boss sweetly, the three were in a nirvana of contentment and sexually satiety.