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This is a work of fiction and any similarity between real people or events is purely coincidental. As this is fiction, safe sex practises are not always followed by the characters, but should be by you.
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COLLARED By Jakob
Chapter 13
Coach Hewett could tell that Ryder's scream, though muffled by the mouth full of sweaty pit hair, was not the scream of someone being violated and in pain. It was the scream of a slut who had just had several of his bitch buttons punched all at once. That scream had the Coach's dick throbbing with a large glob of pre erupted from his piss slit, suit was quick to respond running his tongue from Coach Hewett's balls up the length of his shaft catching every drop of the clear liquid. The programming imposed on Ryder by the collar had his body reacting in a similar manner, Ron's fingers pushed up inside his hole had his own dick throbbing and there was something about the fact that Ron was using Ryder's own pre as lube that was triggering highly erotic emotions to bubble up inside him. What worried in the back of Ryder's mind, the part where he still had control of his thoughts, was that he wasn't sure this new emotion had been triggered by the collar. But all thoughts washed away when Ron pulled his fingers out of Ryder's hole with a plop, at the same time Ryder meeped in surprise as Ron's right hand wound into the hair on the back of his head and yanked his cousins face out of his armpit. The meep didn't last long as the fingers that had just been exploring Ryder's hole were pushed into his mouth. Ryder went into preprogramed action and began sucking on his cousin's fingers, thoroughly cleaning his own juices, running his tongue for all it was worth.
Ron: "Oh yeah babe, everywhere that tongue has been feels so good, I can't wait to feel it sliding up and down my cock, but I think there is one more place it has to go first if you want to prove just how much you love me."
With that Ron pulled his fingers from Ryder's mouth and slowly got to his feet.
Ron: "You see babe I have this fantasy, have had it for as long as I can remember, where my girl would bury her face between the cheeks of my ass and lick me clean for all she was worth, and I figure that since you want to prove to me how much you love me you will make my fantasy come true."
By now Ron was standing in front of Ryder and as he finished speaking he slowly turned around until his ass was pointing at Ryder's face.
Ron: "Go one babe, why don't you reach out and give me a feel? Let your hands wander over my muscled ass, get to know it."
Ron leaned forward placing his hands on his knees this pushed his ass back towards Ryder, this also had the effect of widening Ron's crack just a little, not enough to expose his hole, but wide enough that Ryder could see that the crevice was as hairy as his pits had been. It was also wide enough that his hyper sweaty man stink was starting to fill the air. Ryder could see that Ron's ass, like his pits had been, was super sweaty. He could see the droplets of sweat forming on the ends of the curly ass hair that had been exposed. As he noticed all this Ryder's hands had made contact with his cousin's ass and had started to caress them from the top where they joined Ron's hips, all the way down to the crease where it joined his legs. Ryder's caresses were slow and highly sensual starting at the outside moving up and down until his hands were balanced on the knife edge, not quite dipping into the trench. Then out of seeming nowhere, but in reality had been part of his instructions from Coach Hewett, Ron asked a question.
Ron: "So tell me babe, you any good at giving a French Kiss? You good at burying your tongue in the throat of your man?"
Ryder looked from the ass crack he had been staring at up to his cousin's face.
Ryder: "Oh yeah I am a master of the French."
Some of Ryder's normal cockiness cracked through the submissive demeaner.
Ron: "Well then Baby Doll, I think that it's time that you pull those cheeks apart, don't you? I think it's time for you to get a good look at where your love for me has brought you. Get a good look at my trench, one of the sources of my man stench, a source you are going to lick clean to prove you love me. And when your tongue makes it through my jungle, and your lips have sucked and cleaned my trench, you are going to prove your Frenching skills with my hole."
As the abject terror of his cousin's last command tore through what was still left of his free mind, the collar jumped into action to suppress the emotion so it would not make it into his actions. Ryder also noticed that each time the collar stepped in like this the free part of his mind was becoming smaller and smaller. Ryder also now found his eyes trained on the crack of his cousin's hairy ass. His hands were now also in position and began to pull the cheeks apart until Ryder could see all that remained between them. At this point Coach Hewett pushed suit off of his dick, stood and moved to one of the other armchairs in the room. This one gave him a side on view of the two young slaved playing out his scenario. From this vantage point he would be able to enjoy the view of Ryder's face being buried in his cousin's hairy ass. Ryder found himself staring at the thick forest of hair that filled his cousin's ass crack. Thick and dark, glistening with sweat, the aroma that emanated from the now exposed ass was pure Ron, strong and heady with just a hint of something darker. The strength of the smell that had come from Ron's right pit, which Ryder had thought to be strong, paled in comparison to what was now invading his nostrils. Ron looked over his shoulder and made a coughing noise until Ryder's eyes met with his.
Ron: " Before you make your lovers leap babe, I am just going to warn you, since I have such a hairy ass it isn't always possible to get everything spotless, if you catch my meaning."
Ryder stared blankly at his cousin not quite sure what he was referring to. He also had a hairy ass, nowhere near as hairy as Ron, that was true but he couldn't work out exactly his cousin was referring to being spotless. He did find that the collar was giving him a chance to respond to this statement however.
Ryder: "I'm not exactly sure what you mean when you say spotless."
Ron bared his teeth in a wide grin at his cousins statement followed by a low throaty chuckle.
Ron: "What I'm saying babe is that your tongue and lips are going to be doing a better job back there then the toilet paper I used earlier today ever could."
Disgust flowed through what was left of Ryder's free mind, his cousin just told him to expect to find shit mixed into the hair and sweat. That disgust however was disappearing fast being replaced by the programming of the collar.
Ron: "Well Babe, get on in there, treat my ass right, make me feel good and make me feel your love for me."
With that command Ryder found his face being buried into the trench of his cousins ass.
To Be Continued.