Enslaving the Renegade Chapter Four: Top Man by Evan Andrews 2020
This is a fan fiction. The story is based on one that appeared in a 1984 issue of the magazine First Hand. That story was only 3 pages long, but I enjoyed it so that I decided to expand it and recast it in the universe of the TV show, Renegade, starring Lorenzo Lamas. The story should in no way be considered a true representation of the true sexuality of either the actor or his character.
The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If that offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
If you enjoy this story, or even if you hate it, please contribute to keeping Nifty going at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
Reno lay back on Malik's chest, his legs spread wide so that the big Black man could plow his ass from underneath. In the days since he had been broken in to getting fucked up the ass, a daily session with Malik's fat cock had become routine. Today's session had a set goal, and as much as Reno wanted to ride the cock in his ass hard and fast and make it spit out its heavy load of cum, he instead writhed on that cock, panting, concentrating on slowly teasing the man behind the engorged meat for as long as he could.
With his eyes closed, he heard the door to the bedroom open and a man walk in. From the tread, it was Torres, but Reno couldn't be bothered with that right now. He had to concentrate on Malik's cock.
Torres watched the two for a few moments and said, "It's interesting, but what's the point?"
Malik laughed through his lust and said, "Well, Mr. Torres, Vince here has a special job to do. He has to ride my cock as long as he can without bringing me off. He doesn't want to be provocative in either extreme, too much or too little. I figure that eventually he'll get me too hot, and I'll just roll him over and finish pounding the life out of his ass for today. Of course, if he doesn't keep me hot enough, I'll get bored and take him hard anyway. And of course, he doesn't get to cum himself until I'm done, one way or the other."
Torres walked over to where the two men were rocking away on the bed. Reno opened his eyes and looked up at his master. Torres looked back and slowly opened his own pants. He pulled his cock out and crawled up on the bed.
"Boy," he ordered, "Open up your mouth and take my cock with those lips Suck me ther same way you're fucking Malik."
As Reno swallowed the thick, olive cock, Torres pulled off his shirt and leaned back, resting his hands on his calves. With a slow, steady rhythm he thrust in and out of Reno's mouth while Reno used his tongue to tease the Latin dick. The days when he gaged on Torres dick, and even Malik's, were the distant past.
They managed to go on like this for most of a half-hour, and then Torres cursed and, grabbing Reno's head, rammed his cock as deep into the slave's throat as he could manage. Reno tensed his throat muscles and pulled Torres' load screaming down into his stomach. Torres fell back and watched Malik roll over on top of Reno and start to long-dick the slave's increasingly talented asshole. In less than a dozen hard, deep strokes the butler was shooting his own cum into the biker's body to the accompaniment of Reno's screams of submissive passion that he and Torres were both getting used to. Malik pulled out and rolled Reno over, wrapping his fingers around the biker's hard dick to give him his reward, but Torres laid his hand on top of Malik's.
"No," said Torres, and Malik held his hand still around the biker's cock, "Not today."
Reno thrust up into the fist that held his shaft, but Torres grabbed him by his balls and said "What part of `No' didn't you understand, boy? You never cum unless I say you can."
Reno was desperate after the prolonged attack by both his horny masters and begged, "Please, sir, I'm so hot, so horny. I've got to shoot. Please, sir, this slave has to get off."
Reno thrust up into Malik's hand again, but Torres squeezed his balls hard enough to bring tears to the biker's eyes and pulled Reno's cock out of Malik's fist.
"Maybe later, if you're good. Not now. You don't deserve it," Torres said.
"Malik," he said looking over at the Black stud, "I want you to stay with Vince this afternoon. Get him cleaned up and oiled down. Then this evening after dinner, bring him down to my office. Whatever happens, I don't want him to cum before then."
Torres put one finger on Reno's frenulum, and Reno moaned at the simple teasing caress.
"I want him desperate when I get him tonight, so desperate that he'll do anything to cum. Got it?" Torres asked.
Malik smiled as though he understood something Reno had missed.
"I follow you, boss," he said, "Vince here'll be just what you want for tonight."
Torres stood up, pulled back on his clothes and left Malik to pull Reno up out of the bed.
"First, fuck-boy, we're going to get you cleaned off, then we're going to lay you in the sun for a few hours before I oil you down. Mr. Torres wants you for something special tonight."
All Reno could imagine was another group scene like the one when he'd served dinner just a few days ago. Mmm. Four cocks taking his every hole and hosing him down with man-sap. His cock started to rise again until Malik noticed and chuckled. Malik might have been under orders not to let Reno shoot his load, but the big Black stud did everything else to keep his charge hard and horny. In the shower, large skilled hands kneaded every muscle and teased every nerve ending Reno had. In fact, Malik seemed to take an almost sadistic delight in touching Reno where it would send a flood of sensations straight through to Reno's cock. By the pool, Malik had him lay out completely nude, and the passing breezes nearly drove him further into a frenzy.
Luis brought a light dinner out to the pool late in the afternoon. Malik pulled Reno to his feet and sat him down facing his virile chaperon. Reno had never thought of a patio lunch as a means of seducing anyone, but the way Malik ate his food and the way he fed him from his own fingers kept Reno's dick rock hard the whole time. Finally, as the sun was setting, Malik led him back into the house and gave him a massage. A phone on the side table rang and Malik picked it up, keeping an eye on Reno to see that he did not touch himself.
"Yes sir, Mr. Torres," he said into the mouthpiece, "Certainly, sir, he'll be oiled up and ready for you in ten minutes."
He hung up the phone and turned to face Reno.
"Out of bed, boy, and stand right here."
Reno came over and stood in front of Malik who took a bottle of oil off the dresser and dribbled part of it out onto Reno's chest. His big hands worked the oil warm and stroked it into the slave's skin. In the lamplight, Reno's body began to take on a warm glow. Malik oiled his back and arms, his legs and took a cruel pleasure in oiling the biker's muscular ass before reaching between his legs to finish the job with this balls and cock. Reno choked back a gasp, but Malik's hands were gone before he could really register their presence.
Malik completed his preparations by fastening a leather collar around Reno's neck. He hitched a finger through the collar and said, "Let's get you to the master, then. He's waiting."
He led the naked Reno downstairs and towards the room in the back of the house where Torres had first had his way with his jack-of-all-trades. Two men were waiting there for him. The first, Torres, was smiling, and the second, a handsome Latino man with a trim beard and angry eyes, glared at him. Reno felt an impulse to cover his erection, but a warning glance from Malik kept his hands at his side before they'd even traveled an inch.
"What?" the second man demanded, "Who the hell is this? What are you trying to pull?"
Torres walked over and slipped his fingers under Vince's collar, drawing him across the room and then forcing him to his knees on the coffee table.
"This is Vince," Torres said, "And I think that he may be just the man to help us tonight."
"Help us? Just let me at that little prick for five minutes. I don't need any help with that," the man countered.
"You could do that, certainly, Esai," Torres agreed, "And you'd be perfectly within your rights. But how much use would Jeremy be to you after that? You've got a hot temper, my friend, and a heavy hand. Besides, a beating your way would only strengthen the slave's resistance. Trust me, I've been handling fuck-boys for longer than you have."
"So, what? You want to have this one do it?" Morales asked, staring at Reno.
"Not it--him," Torres smiled, "And a lot more. The problem is that you wanted a virgin, and you just don't get a good sex slave without breaking him in. Trust me, when Vince here is through with our little problem down in the basement, the boy will beg to do whatever you want him to. He'll be even better than that virgin you thought you wanted."
Morales stood up and walked over to the kneeling Reno.
"Yeah," Moales said, "I did see this guy this afternoon. He was out by the pool with a raging hard-on. Hell, he's still got it."
Morales walked around Reno, looking his body over. Then he reached out to feel his arms, his pecs, his throat, his hair, his thighs, and finally his abs. He was about to take Reno's hard cock in his hand when Torres interrupted him.
"Don't do that, please, Esai," he said, "I had Malik spend the afternoon keeping Vince right on the edge. That was the hard-on you saw. Right now, he's so hot that he might explode if you touch him."
"Okay, so how do we do this?" Morales asked.
"Come downstairs, and I'll show you," Torres said.
Torres latched his fingers under Reno's collar and pulled him off the table. They all four made their way downstairs to the dark room where Reno had gotten royally ass-fucked for the first time in his life not so many days ago. Reno's hard dick pulsed in sympathetic memory of what the room represented.
They entered, and Reno found the room in almost total darkness. The only exception was a spot in the middle of the room that was bathed in light. A young, slender White boy was bound to a St. Andrew's cross. A padded bench sat some ten feet in front of the boy,
Reno recognized the young man as Jeremy, a kid he'd seen once or twice being sunned in the afternoon. He was totally naked, as was Reno, but his eyes were blindfolded and his mouth filled with a gag. If the nudity was not enough of a clue, the leather collar with steel rings attached to the sides made his place in the house abundantly clear. The boy's wrists had been manacled head high on the frame, and his ankles likewise secured so far apart that his dick dangled down like the piece of hose it was. The kid was hung. Reno was a little jealous. It didn't seem fair for a boy like that to have that much meat hanging. Then again he was also obviously on the bottom end of the current situation, and Reno didn't envy him that.
The young man turned his head to listen as the four men made their way into the room.
"Well, Jeremy," Torres said, "Have you had time to reconsider your little show of pique? Mr. Morales was quite upset with you, justifiably so, but he's willing to forgive you if you've remembered your place. You are my slave. That means you do what I tell you and who and when. So, when I tell you that tomorrow, one way or another, you are going with Mr. Morales as his new fuck-boy, you will not contradict me and you will do exactly what he and I tell you to. Do you understand?"
The gag garbled Jeremy's words, but the intent was clear and defiant.
"I was afraid that you might still be of that mind," Torres said, "Malik would you please get ready."
Torres crossed the room and spoke quietly to the restrained young man.
"You are a slave, and your body is to be used."
Meanwhile Malik pulled Reno aside and put a finger to his lips.
"Not a word," he whispered.
Reno listened to Torres repeating to Jeremy that he was just a slave and that whoever he was told to suck or fuck, he would. The young man shook his head, but Torres just repeated himself again and again.
"Mr. Torres wants you to fuck this boy, fuck him long and hard, like the piece of trash he is," Malik said in a low voice, "You got that?"
Reno was stunned.
"Me? Fuck him?" he asked.
"Yeah," Malik said, "And not just up the ass. Show him just how low he is. Drill home the fact that he is a sex slave and that he must submit. Got it?"
Reno said, "Yeah, I got it, but how do I keep from cumming? I'm so hot I'll shoot the minute I slide my dick into him."
Malik grabbed hold of Reno's cock and slathered it with some sort of cream.
"This will deaden your nerves just enough to let you fuck him long enough to make our point," Malik said, "You ready to earn your keep?"
Reno grinned at him.
"Yes, sir!"
Malik slipped a leather harness over Reno's head and fastened it around his body. Carefully, he threaded Reno's long shaft and balls through the harness' cockring, then he pulled a leather jock with a snap-on codpiece up the biker's thick thighs. He held gloves for Reno to slide his hands in, slipped boots on his feet, and topped the whole outfit with a mask and leather cap.
"Very nice," he said, "Now do exactly what Mr. Torres tells you. You may be going to top, but you're a fuck-boy, just like Jeremy. Never forget that."
They re-entered the lit area, and Torres smiled at what he saw.
"Very nice, Malik," he said, "I like the look. You're to be congratulated."
The boy stiffened. Reno guessed that he imagined Malik standing there in front of him ready to do, well, whatever to him. Instead the Black man smiled and disappeared into the shadows, probably to jerk off.
Torres walked across to a new pool of light where two easy chairs were sitting. He motioned for Morales to take one while he sat down in the other.
"I think you know what to do," Torres said, "If I have any suggestions, I'll pipe in, and, Jeremy, if you are minded at any point to remember your place, Mr. Morales is right here for you to apologize to."
Reno walked up to Jeremy, slowly, letting each footfall register in the boy's imagination. He grabbed the boy's chin with one hand and whipped out the gag which fell down around his collared throat. Jeremy ran his jaw back and forth, and tears of pain ran down from underneath his blindfold.
"Remember this," Reno hissed at him, "And don't give me a reason to stick that gag back in."
Jeremy started in surprise at hearing Reno's voice, and he turned his unseeing face towards him.
Reno let his hand travel from the boy's jaw down his throat to his chest. He traced one pert nipple with a single finger, and then the other before running it further down over the taunt stomach. Sinking to his knees while his fingers explored the boy's body, he eventually made his way down to his waistline. He was almost to Jeremy's cock when he drew aside and ran both his hands down the inside of the boy's thighs instead. Eventually he reached the ankles where, deliberately, he unfastened the ankles, drew them together, and then refastened them to one another with a only few inches of play between the cuffs. Rising to his feet once again, he unfastened one wrist and reattached the restraining cuff to a ring on the boy's collar. The other wrist followed suit. The boy nearly fell into Reno's arms, but the biker stud pushed him back roughly against the frame and grabbed the kid's big cock. The boy had been in Torres' hands long enough that he automatically began to respond to that treatment. When he was fully hard, Reno released the shaft and began to unfasten Jeremy's blindfold.
He pulled it from around Jeremy's head and stepped back so the boy could see him. Jeremy's eyes were half lidded against the bright light, but eventually his vision cleared and he focused on the leather-clad stranger in front of him. Reno grabbed him and drug him from the cross to the bench. Sitting down, he pulled the boy over his knees, leaving his bare ass high and vulnerable. Reno raised his hand and brought it down hard on the white ass cheeks. Jeremy gave a cry, and tried to wriggle free, but Reno grabbed the boy's wrists and attached them to his collar to make holding him in place easier.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" he demanded, punctuating the question with another slap across the firm ass cheeks which was promptly answered with another cry, "Who the fuck-- what the fuck do you think you are? You stay put until I'm done spanking your ass."
Reno rained blows across the boy's but cheeks until they were a livid, angry pink and Jeremy's cries had dissolved into a constant sob. The boy was really desperate now.
"Please, please, stop spanking me!"
Reno glared at him.
"Stop?" he said, aiming another blow, "Why should I stop? Can you tell me one good reason why I should stop?"
"Oh god, it hurts."
"Yeah, so it hurts. What else should I do with this ass of yours? I'd have some use for a fuck-boy right now, but you, you're just some piss-ant disobedient punk who needs his ass beat good."
Another few blows fell, and Jeremy was singing a different tune from his earlier defiant tone.
"Please, no, use my ass. Please, sir. Do anything, but stop spanking me," the boy begged.
"Use it?" Reno asked, "Like this?" and he began to force two fingers into Jeremy's asshole.
Jeremy cried out, and Malik (his hard cock sticking out the fly of his pants) was suddenly at the biker's side with a tube of lube. He squirted a bit onto Reno's gloved fingers and stepped back as Reno went back to his finger rape of the boy's ass.
"Use you like this?" he demanded gruffly, "Use you like a common fuck-boy whore?"
He added a third finger to the assault on Jeremy's ass and listened as the boy screamed some more.
"Are you a fuck-boy, boy?" Reno asked, "Say it!"
"Goddam you, no!" Jeremy cried, but Reno could feel the precum oozing from the boy's cock and the slight fucking movements he was making in response to Reno's finger-fucking.
"Not a fuck-boy?" he said, roughly pulling his fingers from Jeremy's ass, "I think you're lying to me."
Reno grabbed Jeremy by the hair and pulled him back up. He grabbed Jeremy's cock and rubbed the boy's precum up and down his fuckmeat.
"See, I got your dick dripping wet by finger-fucking your punk ass. Straight boys don't get off on being finger-raped by a man, only fuck-boys like you. You probably want my dick next, don't you?" he demanded.
He forced Jeremy down between his thighs, and then he forced open Jeremy's mouth and rammed the ass-slick fingers in. The boy tried to pull back, but Reno had him by the hair and pulled him down onto the fingers.
"Suck those fingers, fuck-boy. Lick them clean of your ass juices like the sex slave you are. Show me how you're going to service my big dick."
Jeremy's tongue began hesitantly to circle the fingers and run their length, and he soon had them clean. In the meantime, Reno released his hold on the boy's head and began to unsnap the codpiece of his leather jock so Jeremy could see. The black cup came away, and Reno's dick sprang up. He pulled his fingers from Jeremy's mouth and held the cup up to his face instead.
"Smell this," the biker said, "And watch as I get this piece of meat ready to fuck you."
The boy breathed in the scent of Reno's junk, watching hungrily as Reno stroked his own meat into full hardness and greased it with more lube.
"You see this big cock, fuck-boy? You know what I'm going to do with these nine inches?" he taunted.
Jeremy opened his mouth and lunged at Reno's dick to kiss and suck it, but the biker caught him by the hair and pulled him back roughly.
"Forget that, fuck-boy," he said, "You get what I give you when I give it to you the way I give it to you. Now, on your feet."
Reno pulled Jeremy back up and turned him around. He locked one hand Jeremy's hair, pulling him down into a crouching position. The other reached around the boy and grabbed hold of his cock, pulling him back towards Reno's glistening dick.
Reno positioned himself, and rammed up into the boy's asshole, while at the same time he pulled him back over those hard nine inches of rigid fuck-meat. Jeremy wailed as cock invaded him for the first time, but Reno ignored his cries of pain. The biker came up into a crouch, pulled out a little, and slammed back into the tight hole, forcing Jeremy to take a step forward. He did this again, and forced another step, and then another.
"What are you?" Reno demanded, punctuating each word with another thrust and step.
He held still waiting for the reply, but all Jeremy did was whimper.
"Answer me," he growled, slamming the boy with his cock again and again.
Jeremy screamed as Reno fuck-walked him around the room.
"Oh god, I'm a fuck-boy," the kid finally cried out.
"Yeah, tell me again. What are you?" Reno taunted, punctuating his words with merciless pounding.
"Yes, sir, yes. I'm a fuck-boy, sir," Jeremy said.
"Then why aren't you begging me to fuck your ass harder?" Reno growled.
He fucked Jeremy around the room for several more minutes while the boy begged to be used like the worthless punk whore he was.
Eventually, having bent the boy over the leather bench, Reno stopped, buried to the hilt in Jeremy's ass, and demanded "Whose fuck-boy are you?"
"Yours, sir," Jeremy cried.
"Wrong answer," Reno snarled and threw several more deep strokes into his ass, "Who is your master?"
Jeremy glanced frantically towards where Torres and Morales sat in their easy chairs, stroking their crotches. Torres pointed at Morales
"I'm Mr. Morales' boy," Jeremy said, defeat coloring his words.
"Right," said Reno, "Now let's go, and you can show me that he's your master."
Reno fucked Jeremy across the room while Torres disappeared into the darkness. When they came to Morales, the Latino stud reached up and took the boy's head in his hands, pulling him down into his crotch. He held Jeremy's head in place with one hand, grinding up against his face, while he unfastened the boy's wrists from the collar with the other hand. Then he pulled Jeremy's face up.
"Get my pants off, and suck on your master's cock, fuck-boy," the lustful top ordered.
Jeremy dove into Morales' pants and inhaled the thick cock while he forced pants and boxers down over his legs to the floor. Morales lay back and spread his thighs apart.
"Yeah, chico, work that cock," he said, "Chupa me. Make love to that meat like the cock-sucker you are."
Jeremy sucked at the Latin man-meat as though it were the last he would ever taste, and Morales unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it back over his shoulders. Jeremy reached up to play with Morales' nipples and swallowed Morales' entire cock into his throat at the same time.
Reno had been fucking the boy's asshole all along, slowly and gently, but now the gasping Morales gave him a sign, and the biker pulled out of the boy's ass, slowly. Jeremy moaned as the flare of Reno's cockhead pulled past his sphincter, and Morales yanked the boy's head up off of his dick.
"What is that noise? You'd rather have that slave's dick in your ass than my cock in your throat?" he demanded.
"No, sir," Jeremy said, "I mean, yes, sir. I mean, I want cock in my ass, but I want your hard cock inside me, not his. Give me your cock, sir, please. Fuck your boy."
Morales gestured at Reno, who knelt and began to unfasten the cuffs on Jeremy's ankles.
"There now," Morales said, "If you want my cock, boy, you climb up here and plant yourself on it."
Jeremy climbed up onto the chair where he squatted down over the thick pole of prime, Latino meat. Morales grabbed the boy' hips and pulled him down hard onto his cock. Jeremy threw back his head and thrashed back and forth as Morales' dick took Reno's place in his ass, claiming his heart and mind. And soul.
The trim beard reflected the smile on Morales' face.
"Ah si, chico," he gasped, "Ride my hot meat. Make papi proud."
Reno disappeared back into the shadows as the two studs threw themselves into a frenzied fuck on the easy chair. Once he was hidden by the dark, an invisible hand grabbed his cock and began to stroke it.
"We can't have you putting this away for the night with the engine still running," Torres voice said in his ear, and the wet warmth of a mouth took the place of the hand on his dick.
"I think you've earned the right to shoot now," Torres said, "But first..."
Torres put his hand over Reno's mouth and then slid a slick finger into his asshole to loosen him up. Eventually his master's thick olive cock took the probing finger's place inside him, and the three men began to rock back and forth in their coupling.
The fucking in the light and the fucking in the dark gained momentum. Reno reached behind him to cup Torres' ass and pull the olive dick further inside him. With the other hand, he grabbed the head of the man sucking his cock and ground that mouth and throat down over his shaft. The smooth-shaven skin told Reno for sure that those were Malik's lips on his cock, a first, and he reveled in the Black stud's sucking technique.
After very little time, Reno grunted out his orgasm into Malik's unseen mouth at about the same time that Morales and Jeremy screamed out theirs. Morales' dick spent its load into the boy's butt, which was all Jeremy need to trigger his own orgasm, dousing Morales' chest with boy sperm.
Malik stood up and tongued the creamy biker load back over his thick lips into Reno's mouth while Torres wrapped his arms around his muscular torso and snarled as his cock erupted up Reno's ass. The two men took Reno by the straps of his harness and pulled the beefy stud further back into the darkness to where a bed was made up. At the same time, Morales pushed Jeremy off his cock and onto his back on the floor where he began to pile dive the fuck out of him, face to face and just as hard as he had before.
As Reno eagerly wrapped his lips around the cock that prodded his mouth, feeling muscular thighs lock his head in place, he heard Jeremy cry out.
"Please, Mr. Morales, sir, fuck me. Yeah, fuck my ass hard with your big dick. Oh God, never stop fucking me, sir!"
"Damn right, never stop," Reno thought as pulled up his legs to get fucked himself.
Author's note: This story was written back in the 90s, and I cast certain men in given roles. You may want to imagine someone else, and that's okay. The same caveats as to the sexuality of my cast of actors apply here.
Esai Morales (Esai): from his Outer Limits episode, Jeremy Jackson (Jeremy): from his later appearances on Baywatch.