Discovering Jake Chapter 7 2/20/2006
Jake wasn't keeping track of time.
He got back in office, unsure if Jef had arrived before him or after.
He'd put his suit on over the bra and panty hose, since Jef had ordered him to leave them on his stud body.
Jake still had his hairy chest and a treasurer trail done to his bushy crotch, but he'd taken another shaving.
Ty from the office had walked in on jake servicing Steel.
Keeping an eye out for Ty, jake returned to his office and started the afternoon's work, but it didn't last long as soon Ty appeared.
"Jake, didn't know you were a cocksucker, dude," Ty whispered.
"I'm not," jake said. "Well, I wasn't. I still want pussy, man, but I'm not allowed."
"Allowed? What the fuck are you talkin' about?"
"I've been forced into service."
The pair whispered, Ty being the concerned co-worker.
"Dude, if you're not enjoying it, then why was that big old dick of yers hard while you were sucking a guy's piss rod?" Ty asked. "Maybe yer bi."
"Shut up. I just need to get out of this spot. Maybe you could help me, Ty," jake looked at his co-worker pleadingly.
"You know where I live, right? Just come by after work and tell me about it and we'll see what we can do, all right, buddy," Ty suggested, laying a comforting hand on jake's shoulder.
"Thanks, buddy," Jake said.
Ty headed to his office. Ty wasn't the stud Jake was, but he was a nice looking guy.
Ty had youth on his side. He'd just graduated from college and was trying the corporate fast track. He was 22, blonde, blue-eyed, gym bunny with a very broad set of shoulders and an ass that turned heads, but Ty had a plain face. Guys and gals would trail him at the beach, but reevaluate the package when Ty turned around. Most kept at him, after all, he wasn't ugly and his body did stop traffic.
Ty thought about what he saw during lunch, jake servicing some guy in a suit. Jake dressed like a woman. That did nothing for Ty. The college grad was bi-sexual, but he liked his men as men and his women as women.
Ty was in his apartment around 6 p.m. when the bell rang.
A little later, jake was at the door.
"Come on in, buddy," Ty greeted jake. "Take a load off."
Ty offered a beer and an hour later, Ty knew jake's position.
"No offense, buddy, but it sounds like you like dick," Ty said. "Nothing wrong with that."
"But I like snatch, man. These guys have me eating ass, guys' asses," jake whined.
"And your dick stays hard through it all...jake, enjoy it," Ty said. "You need to relax. Take your shirt off, buddy."
Ty and jake had seen each other outside the office. Both liked to hang out at the beach, and knew what each other looked like.
"I'd rather not."
"What? I've got some massage oil. Thought I'd give you a massage, get you relaxed, and then we can talk about your predicament with a clear mind," Ty said in calming tones.
Jake slowly peeled his shirt off, trying to keep his back to Ty, so Ty couldn't see his shaved body. Ty had set up his massage table. He'd become a masseur in college to help pay his way through. That was where he'd discovered his sexual interest in guys.
The table was a special design Ty had found on line. It has apertures for the face, breasts, and penis. "I'll step into the other room for the oils while you strip," Ty said. "Oh, before you do, sign the client release on the table, please. My insurance company's been throwing fits. Read it first, understand?" "Sure," jake said. He scanned the document, signing it. Clothes peeled off quickly, and jake climbed aboard the table, face down, his face and cock easing into place.
Ty took in the view. Jake was muscular, with some hairs on the back that grew into a dense forest right above his ass cheeks, then covering the cheeks lightly, but then a very dense furrow of crack hair.
Ty stepped beside the table and poured some oil on jake's back.
"Just relax, buddy," Ty said in soothing tones, starting his massage on jake's shoulders.
Ty worked jake's tense shoulders, working down the tight muscles on his buddy's back. "Damn, the poor guy is tight and tense," Ty thought. He lit some incense and placed it under jake's face, but far enough from it that jake wasn't coughing.
"Jake, you need to really relax. You're muscles are too tense," Ty said, sitting on the floor and looking at jake, who looked at Ty.
"Sorry, man. Maybe I should just go," jake sighed.
"No. Relax. Roll your shoulders a little," Ty coached. He'd done this with many clients, getting them to relax when their muscles were just too tense.
Ty hadn't gotten some other ideas.
The incense was a special blend, imported from the East, that actually relaxed mind and muscles, or so it appeared. No complaints from clients and he'd been successful in his massages.
Ty scooted right under jake's face and gently reached for jake's cock.
"I think you need release, jake," Ty smiled, an oiled palm connecting to the half-hard cock.
"Ty, that's okay, man. You don't need to do that," jake said, but didn't move.
"Just massage, man. Many techniques exist for massaging various body parts. Buttocks, chest, penis, back, legs, neck, I employ a wide variety of techniques. It's just flesh, buddy," Ty cooed.
The oiled hand kneaded the groin extension, coaxing it to life as jake's breathing slowed and relaxed. Ty expertly worked jake's member, bringing it to full mast as Ty stared into his co-worker's eyes. Jake's eyes were closed, his breathing finally relaxed.
Ty slipped a rubber cock ring around jake's fuck stick and nuts, then a second around just the bull balls.
He stood, and reapplied oil to jake's back, beginning the massage again. The muscles were much more receptive now. Ty began his ministrations until jake was near purring, between sleep and bliss.
Ty kept jake from snoozing by applying pressure when he thought jake may be too relaxed. Ty had done a total back massage: neck, shoulder, back, legs, feet, arms and hands, and had one delicate part left, jake's hairy ass.
Ty leaned low toward jake's ear.
"You did read the release, right Jake?" Ty asked.
"Yeah, man," jake purred. "Read it. Signed it. This is awesome."
"You're welcome," Ty blushed.
Ty moved jake's arms parallel with the table legs, slipping them into silk bounds, then wrapping jake's ankles against the table.
Ty slipped the razor from its place and gently removed the stray hairs on jake's back, then deftly removed the dark hairs on jake's muscled globes.
Ty left the dark furrow of hair guarding jake's pucker.
Warmed oil drizzled onto the newly groomed globes of jake's stud butt. Experienced hands worked the muscles, relaxing them, pleasuring them, giving them a gentle sensation they had yet to experience at a man's hand.
Ty massaged them, working his thumbs into the hairy crack, getting a look at the office stud's rosebud.
This was the moment Ty savored, working a man's butt until the ass lips opened, begging for company. He'd worked virgin holes, married holes, homo holes, female holes.
With jake facedown, he hadn't seen Ty slowly shed his clothes as the evening continued. Jake had no sense of time, either. He'd arrived at 6 p.m. and it was now 2 hours later.
Two thumbs pried apart the muscles guarding the entrance.
In a mirror across the room, Ty could see jake's dick leaking a long strand of precum on to the floor.
"You enjoying this, jake? A man playing with yer hairy ass?" Ty started.
"Yes, I am, buddy," jake answered.
"You're dick says you are, leaking like that," Ty pointed out.
"I like my ass played with, man. I admit it."
"You know I'm bi, don't you." It was a statement, not a question, but Ty knew jake didn't know.
"I want your ass, jake. May I have it?"
"Buddy, please have my ass. Fuck me," jake begged.
Ty dipped both thumbs in to some more warm oil and began coating the hairy hole, slowly, methodically working the thumbs toward the hole, on the hole, then into the hole.
Jake sighed loudly as Ty worked the stud hole.
"What do you want, jake? You big, hairy, masculine stud puppy," Ty crooned.
"Work my ass, buddy. Shove in fingers, cock, tongue, anything you want up my ass," jake begged. "I need my ass filled."
"That why you dress like a woman? To get men to shove their dicks up yer nasty bitch ass?" Ty spat out.
"No, I explained that. I'm being forced, Ty. I know my dick's hard through it all, but I don't like being dressed like a woman. I just like cock, dude."
"That's what you're wanting now, isn't it?" Ty asked, leading jake.
"Yeah, Ty. Slide me your pole," jake begged. "I need your dick inside my sphincter."
Ty chuckled inside. Jake was an idiot. He hadn't even seen Ty's cock. He had no idea its size, big or small, thick or thin, long or short.
Or maybe he had an idea. Ty wore small shorts at the beach and it didn't exactly hide his assets. And those shorts amplified the size. Ty wasn't some hung porn star that everyone seems to be looking for, but he wasn't a pencil dick either.
His iron rod jutted up 6.5 cut inches from light hair, oozing precum in anticipation of the hairy ass crack it was going to snuggle into soon.
The ass breaker was thicker than average, not huge but larger enough that most men and women commented on it when it popped inside.
Ty whispered sweet somethings in jake's ear as he climbed aboard the table and started rubbing his dick along jake's hairy ass ditch. Ty lay on jake, reaching under and feeling the hard stud's stiff pecker leaking dick sap, oozing man honey like a maple tree.
Suddenly, jake howled. A forceful lunge and Ty's ass buster had punched in that hirsute shitter and rammed it deep and hard. Ty didn't wait for jake to adjust, he just started rabbit humping, drilling his dick deep, jackhammering jake's shit chute. Tears streamed down jake's face, dripping on the hardwood floor. He bawled, his ass being torn inside out by Ty's thick man staff, in and out, repeatedly with no breaks, no chance for jake to catch his breath.
Unrelentingly, Ty pounded jake's hole for an easy 15 minutes, like a Marine doing push ups on his sergeant.
Sweat dripped off Ty as he finally pulled his cock from jake's stretched and rubbed-raw man pussy. Ty looked the shredded hole over and indeed felt it did look like a pussy now, unshaved.
He walked around to the front and shoved his cock in jake's mouth.
"Clean that, fag," Ty commanded.
A minute later, sperm spewed through jake's nose as Ty unleashed his spunk in the stud man's mouth. Jake coughed and wheezed, swallowing and spitting, licking and lapping, trying to make sure none hit the floor.
As jake recovered, Ty released his ankles and wrists, then applied some ointment to the battered butt lips.
Ty guided jake from the table to his couch and started making out, shoving his tongue down jake's throat, and rubbing his nipples.
Jake's dick stood hard and proud.
"Yer a cocksucking bitch, jake," Ty said. "I think you're wanting those guys to use you like they are. You keep telling me you stay hard throughout."
Very silently, jake's body heaved, a silent sobbing.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, jake," Ty said, standing. "You know that form you signed? The one you said you read?"
jake looked up, fear and curiosity crossing his face.
"Yes?"
"That was a release, cocksucker," Ty said. "I run a website. People just wouldn't believe how profitable Internet porn is. I don't even need that fucking office job, except I keep finding hot men and women to put on the site."
Slowly, the light went on in jake's head, way too late.
"But..."
"No buts. I asked at least twice if you'd read the release, jake. When you leave, I'll give you a copy. It says you agree to essentially be a porn star. An attorney can sort out the legalese stuff, but even a 12-year-old could have figured it out in time.
"Here's how it works. You signed a release/contract. You owe me 24 hours of performance. Don't worry, you'll be paid well. Hell, in this area, you can make some great escort money. And you'll get a bonus for today. Live performances like that get tons of hits and I pay well for it."
"Ty, why? Why are you doing this to me?"
"It's not cause yer a cocksucker, jake. It's not a gay thing. I do this to women, too. It's you, man. Yer a cocky son of a bitch, the kind that everyone wants to take down a peg, but is just a little too afraid to.
"Now, get dressed and get out. I'll give you a performance schedule at work tomorrow and your first check."
Ty didn't let jake wash up, just offered him his clothes, watched him dress and opened the door to show him the way out.
"Oh, and Jef says `hi'. Night, cum swallower."
To be continued.