Discovering Jake Chapter 5 1/16/2006
Steel had jake hold in the second enema for 15 minutes. Tears streamed down the hairy 28-year-old jock's face from the constant pressure and humiliation as he was on all fours in his own house, Steel's construction man hands milking the jock cock.
Precum had formed a puddle in the tub that slowly oozed into the drain.
Jake hadn't seen the other guests in almost an hour. Steel had taken total control of him and jake was calling Steel "daddy".
Totally naked, with his cum-soaked jock strap stuffed in his mouth, jake was now completely naked. Steel had removed the lipstick and heels, leaving jake a man, a man to be used by other men.
Steel let go of the cock. "Toilet."
Jake walked easier to the crapper this time and started to let loose the enema. Steel cupped his left hand under jake's chin and pulled up. "Look daddy in the eyes as you relieve yourself, son," Steel commanded.
Jake looked up as the liquid rushed down. Steel licked his lips obscenely as the young future-executive let loose the enema. Steel liked this. Usually the jocks were much younger, college boys, maybe the occasional high school senior, needing a daddy and to be made men. Steel smiled as the final drops plunked into the porcelain. The construction worker's dick was hard and dripping precum right at jake's face level.
Without a word, jake's tongue snaked out to taste the cock honey, the jock strap falling to the floor, his own cum sucked out.
"Must have liked Rico's, eh, boy?" Steel asked as jake's muscle swirled around the head, lapping up the precum.
"That's a good boy," Steel said, petting jake's head. The office man's head was getting fuzzy. He was hot, and started trying to suck the cock, taking it deeper than he was ready, gagging, backing off, and going back down, much to Steel's delight.
Steel grinned as jake's inhibitions melted as the alcohol enema started taking effect. Steel remembered his high school days, the party boys hearing whispers that if they shoved alcohol up their ass holes, they could get a buzz faster. He'd been on the wrestling team of a small town, and was amazed as one of his teammates shed his clothes and shoved a beer bottle up his ass.
That guy ended up in the emergency room and the next time they tried enema kits and funnels. Steel fondly remembered the ass alcohol nights as he got his first piece of ass that way and soon had teammates worshipping his body. He'd gotten 5 teammates to agree to be his holes without knowing about each other. Senior year, he'd gotten them all together and showed homemade movies of each one servicing him.
He'd replay the palm camcorder later to relive this night with jake. Steel wondered his Jef wanted him or if jake was up for grabs. Steel was pulled back from his thoughts as the hairy backs of jake's hands caressed his smooth butt cheeks.
Steel looked down to see jake balls deep on the construction cock.
A slight movement in the doorway caught jake's eye. Michael stood there, Max eating out his furry shit hole as the lumberjack pisser stood erect, glistening with saliva.
"Go suck yer uncle's rod, son," Steel ordered.
Jake climbed down off the toilet, and padded over to Michael like a dog, engulfing the stiff, drooling staff.
Steel leaned over and sniffed jake's ass, then slipped his tongue into the clean, hairy ass crack, tasting the alcoholed hole, getting a little drunk on the idea of taking his son's cherry.
"You want daddy to pop your cherry, son?" Steel cooed in the hairy stud's ear.
Jake popped off the cock to answer "yes", then returned to the slurping, on his knees in his guest bathroom. Naked. Sucking cock. Having his ass eaten. Having been given 2 enemas. And sucked 3 cocks. And his dick had shot watching gay porn. And he'd swallowed cum.
Jake passed out, falling to the cold, tiled floor, crying. He hit the floor, awake, passed out, awake, like a dream.
Everything was dark. Jake heard sounds, but wasn't sure where he was. It was warmer, silky. He felt warmth behind him, and across his hairy chest.
He thought it was his bed, upstairs, with the red, silk sheets, imported from Egypt. He loved the feel of those sheets on his skin and women loved them, too.
The warmth across his chest moved, rubbing his left nipple, gently. His cock ached.
Last night started coming back. He'd been sucking Michael's cock when the reality of what he was doing caught up with his brain. He was a cocksucker. He'd swallowed. And he's liked it. A lot.
He remembered a brief moment moving into the living room and lying on his back on the floor, bringing his knees up to his shoulders to show off his shit hole to the other men in his house.
He fingered his ass at Steel's command, letting everyone present see him penetrate his hairy hole, like a drunk slut at a bar.
He felt a warm shower, white rain in streams pouring down on him. He felt his tongue involuntarily shoot out, trying to taste it all. He laid there, the men dressing, hugging, leaving.
The warmth across his chest caught on something in his hair. Dried cum.
He thought someone had helped him upstairs, but he didn't remember.
Shit! Someone was in bed with him, behind him, playing with a tit like he'd do to women he'd used the night before. Give them a donut and have them leave and find the next one, or plan the next date.
A tongue licked up the nape of his neck, one of the few hairless places on the athletic stud, an eye popper on the street who had had his share of female conquests.
"I know you're awake, son," Steel said. "Daddy loves you."
Jake started crying. He fucked women! But he couldn't explain these men using him and his dick being hard, except he liked it!
He liked the feel on Steel's hard dick resting between his hairy ass cheeks, prodding the virgin hole. Or was it? Jake searched his memories, trying to remember if something else had gone up his ass beyond his own fingers.
Steel increased the pressure on jake's left tit, making him gasp.
"It's nearly noon, son. Daddy has some guests coming over," Steel said, slipping his arm off jake, and out of bed.
"Don't shower."
Jake looked down his hirsute bod. Dried cum was everywhere.
"Guests? No, I'm not ready for guests," jake stated.
Steel looked down at him.
"Boy, you're a different boy today. You're mine. I have guests coming. Now, get up and be ready to serve them."
The door rang.
"Go greet. Daddy needs to shower."
Saturday was more humiliating than Friday night.
Steel had invited his family and friends to jake's house for lunch.
He fixed and served them lunch, dried cum clinging to his furry body, reeking of day-old sex. No one commented on him. They just walked in, handed him their coats and acted as if he was truly a servant Steel had.
A guy who looked like he could be Steel's dad had fingered his hole while jake waited for another command during lunch, and everyone just ignored him, letting the man fingering his hole for about 15 minutes.
The family and friends called him "Jeeves", "boy" and "the servant" without making eye contact or anything. Jake wondered if they were truly family, or just very close friends, although Steel referred to the attractive young woman as "sis". She was the type jake went for, but his dick never came to attention. She did eye him the entire time.
They left after 2 hours.
"Good job, boy," Steel said as jake cleared the table.
As jake closed the dishwasher door, he asked, "Why did you do that to me?"
"What's the problem, son? They didn't have a problem with an unkempt whore serving them lunch. Why do you?" Steel asked.
Jake didn't answer. He couldn't.
"I have stuff to do. Jef will be by later to take care of you. Don't shower. Don't bathe."
Steel left a few hours later, telling jake he should watch some television, maybe watch what was in the VCR.
Steel left.
Jef wasn't expected for another hour or so; jake turned on the television, hit play on the VCR.
And there he was, the night before in Cinemacolor and Stereophonic sound!
He'd been taped. He'd been so engrossed in sucking dick and obeying daddy Steel, that he hadn't noticed any cameras.
The tapes Jef had of him doing women, well, people would have expected that, but here he was, begging to suck dick, telling the audience he was okay having another man give him an enema.
Jef arrived to find jake curled in a ball, sobbing as the tape played, the sound on mute.
"God, you're pathetic," Jef sighed. "Get up, jake. You're making yourself into a sorry excuse for a man."
jake stood.
"You're a man who likes men, right?" Jef asked.
"Yes," jake hoarsely whispered, barely audible.
"Right?" Jef said, louder.
"Yes, sir," jake sputtered out.
"You haven't done anything to be ashamed of," Jef said, massaging jake's shoulders from the front.
Last night flooded back for Jef. He'd massaged Rico's shoulders and gotten Rico down on his cock while eating out the Latino man's hot, pulsing hole.
He'd progressed into fingering Rico's hole that had a light dusting of hair on the cheeks and a nice ring around the hole.
Jef eventually worked 2 fingers up Rico's hole while milking the uncut staff.
From there, he'd licked up the spine, munching on the nape of the neck while positioning his hips at Rico's butt.
Max had come over and distracted Rico with the leather wearing 6.5 cut thick dick stuffed in the suit wearing mouth.
Jef topped the top. Rico cried a lot with the initial pain, giving Max' cock a unique hummer.
"Steel said you were a good boy this morning, jake," Jef said. "I imagine you're wanting to shower?"
"Yes, please, jef," jake begged. "I smell bad."
"You smell good to me," Jef chuckled, running a hand between the hairy ass cheeks.
"Go shower, quickly, then join me in yer bedroom," Jef said.
As jake showered, Jef scoped out the bedroom.
Steel had called him a few hours before jake woke. They'd made the tape, but Steel made a discovery waiting for Jef to come over with the extra tape deck to make copies.
Steel discovered the attic, and jake's equipment.
Jef was immediately drawn to the leather upholstered St. Andrew's Cross. Jake's comments the night before suddenly made sense.
Jake entered the bedroom, dried. He immediately noticed the door open to the attic.
"Shit," he just whispered.
"Up you go, cocksucker," Jef ordered, pointing to the open door.
Up the stairs the naked jake climbed, followed by Jef. He'd put a small bag up behind the St. A.
"On there, boy," Jef ordered, indicating the cross.
Jake obeyed, and soon he was secured. He'd never even leaned against that cross and didn't realize how nice the leather felt.
Jef had pulled out his dick and jake's started to rise.
Once he was fully hard, Jef kneeled down as if he was going to suck jake's dick, but instead just reach for the bag behind jake. Jef was impressed. The attic dungeon included a wall sink, and he turned on the hot water, wetting a rag, then washing jake's crotch, keeping the dick hard.
The rag rubbing turned into a creamy, foamy feeling that jake couldn't quite place mentally, and couldn't see. Jef had used the head strap to keep him from lowering his head to look down.
He did know the next feeling, though. A razor starting to shave.
During all this, Jef had barely said a word.
"Hey, don't shave me," Jake ordered.
Jef smacked him hard.
"Shut the fuck up, boy," Jef snickered. "I'm sure no one can hear you, so no point to yelling."
For the next half hour, Jef shaved jake's legs, starting right below jake's nuts, and his armpits. The body parts were smooth at the end, with jake sobbing over loosing his fur.
"We're done with you for the weekend, boy. Tomorrow is yours. Don't make any lunch plans Monday. Steel's dropping by the office for a visit," Jef said. "He's really fond of you, if you hadn't guessed."
He released jake's bindings. "Clean up this mess, you smooth legged beast," Jef chided. "Armpits and legs shaved like a girl."
"But suck me first."
The athletic man's jaws ached an hour later as Jef finally dumped a load down the muscled boy's gullet, some of it dripping off jake's chin.
"Remember, cocksucker, no lunch plan's Monday," Jef pointed a reminding finger as he left.
Crying himself to sleep over his smooth legs and armpits, jake slept until 2 p.m. Sunday, then started his usual weekend chores of laundry and dishes.
To be continued