Discovering Jake Chapter 8 2/26/2006
Steve worked 2 floors up. The 45-year-old, 6-foot tall, very hairy in all the right places cocksucker was an occasional fuck of Jef's and had the teeth marks on his ass to prove it. He was always popping wood around Jake, though, with a father-son fetish that had Jake fucking steve's Daddy ass. Steve's hair, in contrast to Jake's, was light brown, curly, even on his chest and had grown in all the right places for the office stud. He wore a thick goatee on his squared jaw with the constant 5 o'clock shadow
Jake Thomas was exhausted as he sunk into his couch to watch the late news and consider his day off.
Friday, he was the office stud. Over the weekend, he'd been turned into a cocksucking whore boy, swallowing and taking dick up his shit hole, and liking it. Not just the sex, but being controlled, used, humiliated.
At the same time, he hated it. He wanted pussy. And he wanted his hair to grow back. He wondered how long it would take the hair shaven from his legs, armpits, arms, back and ass, except for the furry trench guarding his hole.
Jake stood and looked at the mirror just inside his front door, a full-length mirror placed their by the previous owner, but jake had used to watch himself fuck a woman or dozen women, thrusting in their holes.
Now, he viewed the mirror as a way to track his shavings. The only place he had hair left, beside his head, was his ass trench, pubes, a treasurer trail from his chest, and...
"SHIT!" he screamed out loud. He'd seen his shaved chest before, but he hadn't paid any attention. He'd been shaved down so none would peak over a shirt collar, but he didn't notice until now that he'd been shaved and trimmed, and the chest hair left looked like a bra!
All those men who'd watched the porn site a few hours earlier had seen the 6-foot tall stud with a bra-shaped, hairy chest.
Jake stumbled to his bathroom, running warm water into the tub and turning on the steam shower. He reached for his razor and started searching for the shaving cream. He couldn't believe this.
"How many people watch that fuckin' website?" he wondered, slipping into the tub, and immersing himself.
He couldn't believe this. He'd been knocked down from office cock-of-the-walk to cocksucker. In a pub. On the internet. In his office. In his own fuckin' home.
He soaked for a while, the room filled with steam, then lathered up his chest and started shaving, crying. He loved his chest hair, his symbol of manhood, and now he was having to commit the ultimate humiliation to himself by shaving off his own chest hair. The procedure barely took any time, but it felt like hours as the lean, muscled stud made the last stroke, removing the last hair.
He slipped from the tub/shower enclosure and looked in the steamed bathroom mirror.
"shit."
The others had left a treasure trail, linking jake's hairy chest to his hairy pubes. Now, it looked ridiculous, a line of hair starting just between his nipples and leading down through his inny belly button and into the forest of hair surrounding his pussy pounder.
He stood at the sink, applying more lather and whisking the hairs away. In no time, the trail was down to his navel, but jake kept going, feeling even a little trail looked bad.
He cleaned up and looked at himself. He blushed again, and swore. When he was a hot, hairy ape stud, his bushy pubes looked fine. Now, he felt it looked like overgrown vines in a garden. He wasn't about to shave that away, but he went searching for the shears he used to trim gals' bushes so he wouldn't snag hairs in his teeth when he ate them out.
That thought made his boner pop.
He pulled the plug on his tub, letting it drain.
He found the shears, plugged it in and trimmed up his pubes, trying to duplicate the look he'd seen on porn stars' crotches.
He thought about trimming up the ass, but didn't. It was the only hair he had left, that and his trimmed pubes. He wouldn't shave the last of his manhood away, no way, no how.
He showered.
He toweled off, then looked in the mirror. Damn, he was hot! He was a fucking stud. He could see his muscles much better. He did mourn the loss of his hair, but liked that it revealed his bod, more.
Naked, he trekked to the living room and started flipping channels. Nothing caught his eye. His cell phone rang.
"I'm coming over. Get ready." Click.
Jef had called.
Jake got a little pissed. No, "Can I come over?" or "Are you busy?"
And "Get ready." How?
His phone beeped.
"Enema." Text message.
Jake lost no time scurrying to the bathroom and doing as directed. This was humiliating, too. He thought back to a visit to his doctor a few years ago. He couldn't even remember why he'd gone, but the doctor had scheduled him to return for a complete physical with enema and some other procedures.
Jake remembered Dr. Blake. The doc was a nice guy, good looking like jake. They'd gone out for beers a few times, even went on one double date. But the guys hadn't clicked. Acquaintances, not friends, but jake like Dr. Blake and still used him.
So he went back for his full physical and procedures. Dr. Blake had instructed jake to strip and went through all the physical procedures, then "Have you ever had an enema, Jake?" Dr. Blake asked.
"No."
"Well, you've had rectal exams, Jake. I've just given you one. Now, for an enema, I'm going to have you stand at the end of the exam table and bend over, then reach back and spread your gluteus maximus for me."
"Spread my butt cheeks?" jake clarified.
"Yes, jake. Geez, yer a perv, man."
Jake did and when Dr. Blake turned around, he noticed the furry ass. He had his finger up there plenty of time, but he'd never looked at it as anything but a man's ass, ready for medical use.
Today, he saw something else. There was a reason he and jake hadn't become friends. Dr. Blake had specifically hooked jake up with gals the doctor knew liked 3-ways, involving 2 guys. They'd all reported back jake wasn't into that, but the doctor arranged a double date. It had gone badly, too, and the doctor gave up. He figured he'd lose jake as a patient, but even 2 years later, the buck stud kept coming.
Now, the doctor drooled.
He had to be careful. He couldn't cross a line, not with jake; hell, not with any patient.
Dr. Blake applied the medical lube, then inserted the tip.
Jake stood there, thoroughly embarrassed, blushing from head to toe.
The tip was smaller than the doctor's finger, but then he felt the rush of water, filling his bowels.
"How often do you work out, jake?" Dr. Blake asked, patting jake's butt.
"Every day, doc. I alternate the sets I do every other day, so they get their proper rest," jake said, bored by the conversation, but curious why there was any conversation at all. Dr. Blake had never been chatty on previous visits.
"Looks like you're keeping in great shape..."
jake's mind is snapped back to the present as he expels his bowels for the second time, hearing the door open.
"Where are you, boy?" Jef bellowed, slamming the door behind him. He was ready for some fun. He'd let enough men have theirs. The company was a stickler for taking holidays on the day they fell. Tuesday, tomorrow, was such a holiday, and Jef planned to make the most of it.
"I'll be right down, Jef," jake yelled back, but with an unmistakable sighing attitude with it. Then jake realized his mistake. "Sir!"
Jef hadn't given jake much time. He'd called enroute, figuring jake would have just enough time to be ready.
The shaved stud padded down the stairs to his own living room, to find Jef in full leather gear, head to toe.
"Good, boy. Yer naked. Ty says `hi'," Jef chuckled. "Heard ya had lots of fun today."
"Yes, Jef. And I did enjoy it, but I need some pussy, man. I need to shoot," jake have demanded, half pleaded.
"On your knees!" Jef yelled.
Jake instantly sank, wanting to be defiant, but knowing better. Jef popped the snaps on his leather jockstrap and his cock was revealed. He rubbed the honey-tipped staff on jake's lips. The shaved stud boy instinctively licked.
Jef stepped back, intending to tease the young buck. That's when he noticed the additional shaving.
"What the fuck happened to your hair, jake?" Jef whispered, unsure if he should be pissed or happy. He'd had no intention of shaving jake that far. He knew Ty had shaved him, but he knew Ty wouldn't have shaved the "bra straps" and certainly not the entire chest.
Now the boy was nearly bare, not to Jef's liking.
"Stand up," Jef ordered. "Turn and bend over."
Jef inspected jake's ass, noting Ty's work and his cock tingles as he sees the ass crack is untouched, a hairy nibbling ground for him, a chance to watch jake's butt hairs cling to Jef's prick as it pumps in and out of the hirsute hole.
Five minutes later, the pair is in Jef's truck, heading to Jef's favorite leather bar.
Four hours later, they return.
Jake went dress in leather shorts, leather boots and a collar. Jef held the leash. Jake's butt was flaming red and he could barely sit for the drive home. He'd lost count of the number of fingers and tongues that had been up his shitter at the bar, the number of times his nipples were tweaked, the number of times he was called boy, the number of times he'd had to pay for drinks by giving the bartenders blow jobs.
He was embarrassed, humiliated, more exhausted and ready for bed.
That wasn't what Jef had in mind.
Since jake had submitted on Friday, Jef had put jake through the ringer, but had barely done anything with jake himself.
Tonight was Jef's turn. He directed his boy up the stairs to the bedroom. Jake led Jef to a guest room and Jef coughed. Jake led him to the master bedroom.
Jef sat on the bed and motioned for jake to remove the boots and shorts. He then motioned for jake to get on his knees and start sucking Jef's rigid member.
Tired, jake gave a sloppy blowjob. Too much teeth, too much drool, too little suction.
Jef grabbed jake by the hair on his head and backhanded him.
"Why are you giving me a shitty blowjob, jake?" Jef asked. "I know you can do better than that. Dammit!"
"Jef, I'm tired. Ty worked me over forever, and lunch was no picnic," Jake bellowed, rubbing his face and standing. "Yeah, I may be a cocksucker, but even I need some rest!"
Jef stood and stared into jake's eyes.
He thought for a while, then sat back down, then stood up again.
"No, you go get a leather paddle, bitch," Jef spat out, sitting.
Jake knew what Jef was going to do. He thought it stupid, but he knew what was going to happen. He picked the solid leather paddle, the one that he knew would be least painful.
Downstairs, Jef was still on the bed, his dick half-hard.
"Over the knee," Jef pointed, taking the paddle.
Jake had underestimated Jef's rage. After 15 minutes, jake was just in shock, unable to yell, cry or anything but a low sob.
Jef was pissed at himself, too. He'd let jake get too used in one day. He decided to spank jake, sleep with him, then pleasure himself in the morning. But jake had to be taught.
Jake kept ointment in the nightstand, just in case. He'd used it a couple of times, once with a woman who liked it very rough, too rough for Jake, and he'd sent her away that night.
Now, Jef was rubbing the soothing paste onto his blistered and reddened buttocks. It barely had any result at first, but by the time he'd spooned into Jef's hairy body to sleep, he felt much better. Jef licked and nibbled around his ears, Jef's cock gently sawing jake's furry crack.
Jake expected to sleep, he was so tired, but Jef wasn't tired at all. He gently, but firmly nudged jake onto his front, lying on top of him.
Jef leaked precum, lots of it and he had produced enough that it would be its own lube. Jake momentarily resisted, but Jef exercised patience, knowing the stud boy was too tired.
Jef slid his stiff, throbbing rod into the hairy valley, feeling the heat, anticipating the tightness, the hot, hair shit hole others had tired in the past 4 days.
The experience brought jake back to the doctor's office, warm wetness filling his ass as the doctor talked about dates and chicks and sexual habits jake had.
The enema felt weird and the talk was getting him hard. The doctor administered 2 enemas and noticed jake sporting wood.
"Looks like you're a bit excited, jake," Dr. Blake noted.
"Just the talk, doc. We are talking about sex," jake said.
"True," Dr. Blake said, snapping the plastic of a glove. "Now, bend back over and pull your `cheeks' apart for me. Push back a bit."
Jake's hairy ass jutted out enough that his dick wasn't protected by the table and the doctor could see it half-hard, kind of dangling below the hairy taint.
Dr. Blake reached under and started pumping the penis while lubing jake's hole, then sliding a finger inside.
"jake, I'm giving you an extensive prostate massage and sex test. The idea is to make sure you're body is dealing with the stresses of sex. I'm monitoring your heart rate and when we get a sample, I'll check your ability to have children."
To jake, it all sounded medical, but to Dr. Blake, it was total bullshit. Jake wasn't the kind to recognize real medical from fake, and he certainly wasn't going to be bragging about a doctor's visit that included enemas and fingers up his ass.
Dr. Blake massaged jake's prostate as he milked jake's cock. Jake got lost in the hand job and didn't notice when a second finger was slipped in his ass. Dr. Blake sat on a stool, drool running down his chin, wanting to dive into that hot, hairy ass, but knowing this would be the extent of the fun, kind of.
Jake moaned and groaned, totally loosing track of his time in the doctor's office. His dick hurt. It wanted to shoot, but the doctor was doing something and it wouldn't.
Finally, the 2 fingers (2? When did that happen?) pulled from his hot hole and reached for the specimen cup.
The doctor switched his technique and suddenly jake's cock was gushing.
Jef was tweaking jake's right nipple while Jef's other hand had his balls pulled from the body, arching jake's back and making his ass more open to Jef's cock.
Jake felt a warm rush and realized Jef was coming up his ass. He was too tired to care, just hoping it meant rest.
It did.
Soon, after licking jake more, Jef dozed off to sleep, his cock lodged in jake's ass and jake fell asleep soon after.
To be continued.
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