Jake wasn't sure what had happened to him.
Three hours ago he was a stud, and now he'd cum at another man's command.
He'd walked in the door to his home 5 minutes ago, and was sitting in the living room couch, staring at the squash he'd been told to buy.
The bell rang.
It wasn't the gash he'd invited over for fun; he'd called and cancelled.
He opened the door and Jef stood there.
"Hi, jakey," Jef smiled, walking in without invitation. Jef had been to Jake's place for parties with other office workers. "Nice place, boy."
"What are you doing here?" jake asked, totally taken off guard.
"Inspection time, boy," Jef said, turning to jake and reaching around the stud and patting his ass. "I don't feel the plug, boy."
"I just got home, Jef."
"That's `sir', boy," Jef prompted him. "Sandra been here already?"
"No. I called her and told her not to come," jake said.
"Sir..."
"Sir."
Jake hadn't noticed the duffle bag Jef was carrying until it was sailing through the air toward him.
Jake caught it.
"Get the butt plug like I told you and get dressed," Jef commanded. "You're going to have some guests."
"WHAT!"
"You have to be properly attired to greet guests, boy," Jef smirked. "And leave the jock strap on yer hot ass."
Jake stood on the brink of a decision.
He could stand up to Jef and watch his career plummet, or he could do as he was told. His dick twitched at the idea of the second option. Jef had kept him hard at the office, and even now, jake's dick started rising.
He headed to his bedroom.
He stripped his business suit off his 6-foot frame, revealing his furry chest and well-muscled bod. He wouldn't need to make a trip to his dungeon for a butt plug; he kept 3 in the bedroom. He reached for the smallest one, and winced.
He'd never had anything up his ass, except a doctor's finger for the company's annual physical. He thought his new doctor was a bit too friendly. He'd had to cough 7 times and the prostate exam seemed a bit long. Jake remembered trying to not pop wood during it, although a drop of precum formed.
"That's normal," was the doctor's sole comment, but jake wasn't sure if the doctor was referring to his prostate or fluid.
The small butt plug was a bit larger than a finger, but not by much. Jake had never fingered himself either. He grabbed the bottle of lube and tentatively rubbed his ass lips.
He started at his taint and the sensations of the office a few hours earlier flooded back. His stiff 9-incher strained to steel rod stiffness in less than a minute.
Jake could hear Jef downstairs, making himself at home, going through the frig, while the 28-year-old lubed his shitter.
A tear trickled down his left cheek as he put the butt plug at the breach.
The plug was a sensation different than a finger, but pleasurable. Jake felt lost in his emotions. He'd been a jock! A military man! A stud! And now he was sliding a butt plug up his shit chute that had gone up dozens of chick's crappers, many against their wills, but he was enjoying this!
His dick was rock hard as the first 2 inches slid inside. He felt some pain as he pushed further. He tried to push out.
He openly cried, not from physical pain, but from the realization he was enjoying the butt plug, his stiff pecker testament to his forbidden pleasure.
As the plug snuggled into his shitter, he lay on the bed, stroking his hairy abs and chest.
"Shit, just get dressed," came a pissed off voice from the doorway. "Company will be arriving at any minute."
Jake sat up bolt fast, shoving the butt plug against his prostate, forcing a huge gob of precum through his dick and into his jock strap.
"Yes, sir," jake grimaced. That move had been a pain/pleasure combo.
He zipped open the duffle as he heard Jef retreat to the downstairs.
He turned mad at the sight of its contents.
Downstairs, Jef had found the kitchen's wine cabinet and selected a nice vintage.
"He must be a collector," Jef thought, noting the various names and years, most of them rather expensive, but a few inexpensive bottles were there too. "Those are for the common guests," he surmised.
He checked his watch. He'd made several phone calls on the way to Jake's house.
He'd decided to start early on jake's weekend, as a humiliated man.
Jef still hadn't decided if he'd make jake a cocksucking slut, taking dick up his ass, or if he'd just let jake ask to do it by making him realize it wasn't about straight or gay or bi. It was just sex.
Sex is all in the mind. Well, there is the physical aspect, but porn wasn't physical. Erotic writing wasn't physical. Sexual ideas made dicks stiff, not mere touches.
Of the dozen or so calls Jef made, only 5-6 had affirmative responses, with several others saying they'd try later in the weekend. One asked if he could bring his wife, another a mistress, but Jef had made it clear this was a "men's only" weekend.
The cork finally popped on the wine bottle as he heard jake come down the stairs.
Jef stifled a laugh and opted for a snicker.
Jake was beet red, but Jef couldn't tell if it was anger or embarrassment.
The doorbell left no time for him to find out.
"Answer your door, boy. It's not my house," Jef commanded.
"You're kidding," jake said flatly and was rewarded with the back of Jef's right hand.
The hand was attached to the arm of a 43-year-old, 5'9", 170-pound IT manager, jake's work boss.
Jef worked out and had a hot, hairy body with average looks like some liked and others lived without.
"What the hell!!"
Jef heard Rico's voice 2 rooms away.
"Jake, what the hell are you doing dressed like that?" the Latin stud asked.
Jake was wearing high heels, his jock strap, a maid's apron, and red lipstick. Jef could barely see the butt plug from the rear view.
"Hi, Rico," Jef greeted the Latin man. Rico was in his late 30s and a co-worker of Jef and Jake at the office. Rico worked in accounting and had a ladies-man reputation, but Jef knew Rico was a closet case; a total top closet case which was going to make tonight fun.
"You know Jake, Rico. He's being a gracious host tonight for our little party," Jef smiled. He'd invited Rico, but hadn't told Rico more men were coming. Jef was going to have lots of fun tonight.
"I had no idea Jake was into men," Rico said, running a hand over jake's furry, muscled buns. "Nice ass, jake."
"Call him boy, Rico. He likes that," Jef said. "Makes his dick twitch. Watch.
"Boy."
Rico watched as jake's swelled member did indeed twitch at the name.
"He's leaking, too," Rico observed. A hand guided up jake's side and settled on a nipple, gently, but firmly playing with it.
"He's a new acquisition," Jef began but was cut off.
"I'm in the fucking room!" Jake shouted. "Dammit, that's $1,000 bottle of wine, you fuck."
Jef's right arm snapped out and grabbed jake's throat. "Want to guess what's playing in the living room, boy? I own you! Fucking mind your manners and obey or your escapades go everywhere!"
Rico took a step back from the scene.
Rico and Jef had tag-teamed several man-toys at Rico's place. Rico didn't have anything elaborate like a dungeon or play room, but he had a nice collection of toys and a 4-poster bed that doubled as a sling stand.
Jef could see Rico obviously wanted jake. Jef wanted Rico and tonight, he planned to have him.
The doorbell.
"Go greet your next guest, boy."
Jef shoved jake toward the door.
"Next guest?" Rico asked, a look of concern.
"Don't worry, you Latin stud. They're family," Jef assured.
"Nice outfit, sweaty," Jef heard. He recognized the voice of the butchest man he knew, a towering 6'9" brawny stud who actually had been a lumber jack and looked like the guy on the paper towel packages.
He was also a cross-dresser and Jef could tell by the tone that Michael was in drag mode. Jef hoped he wasn't in actual drag. He'd told Michael to come discreet. Jef was relieved to see a plaid shirt barely covering Michael's huge chest.
Michael's hands were all over jake, massaging his shoulders and back.
"He looks like fun," Michael purred.
"Get Michael some wine, boy," Jef commanded.
Jake started for the kitchen as the bell chimed again.
"Keep going, boy. I'll get it," Jef said.
Jef opened the door to reveal Steve from work. Jef could see Steve's obscenely swelled cock through his jeans.
"Jesus, Steve. Calm down," Jef cautioned.
"I want him to fuck me, Jef," Steve whispered. "Where is he?"
"Woah," Jef held up his right hand. "Come with me. Michael, can you watch the door until the bitch gets you your wine?"
"Sure, Jef," the towering stud said, looking around the house, admiring the abode.
"Here's your wine, sir," jake said, a hand stiffly putting the glass in front of Michael's face, jake's head bowed.
Michael took the glass and drank in jake.
The apron looked like a French maid's style, but was made of see-through lace. Michael didn't see skin though; he saw jake's hairy pelt, with hairs poking through everywhere.
Michael wet his lips.
Jake was trying not to walk any place. The high heels were awkward and tight, pinching his feet. His jock helped hide his stiff, pre-cum drooling cock with the apron. The jock did nothing to hide his ass, which was being caressed by Rico, who purred obscenely in jake's ear.
Jake was glad when the bell rang after a few seconds.
Jake opened the door and his jaw dropped. Standing there in a trench coat was Maximillion Stendhart, his company's youngest ever chairman of the board.
Max was a hands-on chairman, visiting the office and employees on a monthly basis; he knew jake well. He'd lusted after the young buck, but took a very hands-off approach outside the office.
Max and Jef had run into each other at a gay bar shortly after Jef had started at the office, and Max had joined the board. They never played with each other, but would occasionally share a trick.
Max was closer to jake's age, 32, stood 5'8", 155 pounds with light brown hair and hazel eyes. Max kept in shape and turned heads.
"Hi, jake," Max said, stepping inside and handing jake his trench coat. Under it was Max in a leather jockstrap, harness, wrist guards and biker boots. "Hang that up for me like a good boy."
Max headed toward Michael, extending his hand and introducing himself to Michael and Rico.
"Max! You did make it," Jef crowed, stepping back into the main room, followed by Steve.
Jake took in his surrounding. Jef, Max, Michael, Steve and Rico were drinking some of his most expensive wine and he was dressed like a whore! And his dick was steel-rod hard.
"Rico, did you bring that DVD I asked for?" Jef said, motioning the men to sit in the living room. Jake started to move, too.
"Not you. Go get us some more wine and see what you have to eat, besides squash," Jef chuckled.
"Yeah, man. It's one of my favorites," Rico said.
Max sat very close to Michael on the couch, then just plopped into his lap, grabbing the burly man's crotch and started rubbing. "Where you been hiding this one, Jef?" Max asked.
Rico opened the DVD player as Steve sat on the love seat. Jef took the leather recliner as the bell rang.
"boy!" Jef cried.
Jake came from the kitchen and handed Jef the wine bottle, a cheap one.
Jake hesitated when he grabbed the doorknob. The last time it was the chairman of the board. He was almost crying, with these men looking at him, big, burly manly men he would have asked to go pick up women, and now he thought of himself as a woman.
He turned the knob and opened the door.
Jef headed to the kitchen and grabbed a much better bottle, then headed back.
Jake was on his knees, licking Steel's clothed crotch.
Steel was a construction worker Jef had met through friends.
Jef smiled at the group.
Max was there in leather. Michael was dressed like the lumberjack he used to be, his shirt unbuttoned down to his jeans. Rico was in his business suit, but was loosening his tie. Steve had shown up in what Jef told him to wear, a tank top and tight shorts that showed off his buff bod. Now Steel had joined the group, looking like he'd just walked off the job site. Jef knew he hadn't; Steel's garb was what he wore to the local leather bar to pick up college boys. He'd take them on a tour of the construction site, then back to his place for some fun.
"Nice one, Jef," Steel said, a big, meaty paw holding jake's face in place. "His drool's starting to soak through, man."
Rico was getting the DVD through the start so the movie could begin.
"He is a hot one," Rico said, finally hitting the start button.
"Get up, boy. I don't want to blow my wad so soon," Steel said. "Damn, he's a hairy bugger."
"Don't you have any food, bitch?" Max asked.
"No," jake spoke for the first time in a long time.
"Well, order us some pizza, bitch," Max ordered.
"Ya got any beer? No offense, guys, but I don't do that wine shit," Steel growled, plunking down next to Steve. "Yer cute. Bitch, ya got some beer?"
"Yes, sir. I'll order some pizza,sir," jake hoarsely said, sulking off to the kitchen.
Men had invaded his house, made him wear a butt plug, were drinking his wine and having him be the serving wench.
The DVD caught everyone's attention.
The movie showed a big, blonde, smooth muscled stud working over a guy with a build very similar to jake's, except this guy was a hairy blonde boy. The blonde stud was working over the hairy blonde boy's butt. Four fingers were currently up the boy's hole as his cock was being milked, a steady stream of pre-cum glazing the hardwood floor.
Jake handed a beer to Steel, who took it and grabbed jake's huge, stiff member.
"I could milk this one," Steel said in his deep, low voice. It made jake shiver. "Here, have a feel."
Steel grabbed Steve's right hand and placed it on jake's bugling, pre-cum soaked jock.
On screen a fist was now up the boy's hairy hole. Michael and Max were pawing each other, watching between the television and jake.
Steve was breathing hard, stroking jake's pecker while Steel playing with jake's tits.
Steve grew bold and started massaging jake's taint, the area between the nuts and asshole. Jake couldn't believe it. Two men were using him, a co-worker and a stranger.
Steel was a little puck of muscle. He stood barely 5'2", but had huge biceps and thigh muscles, everything bulged off him, including his crotch.
Jake's eyes became glued to the screen as the buff blonde pulled his fist from the hairy blonde's shitter and then picked up a squash.
To be continued.