The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
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FoR SaLE By OwNEr 58 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Son... of... a... bitch!" Kyle shouts out loud upon entering the townhouse, the torn envelope dropping to the floor as he reads on.
"Hey Kyle. Long time-no see!"
"Hey Vince," Kyle says low-keyed without looking up.
"Problem?" Vince asks, scanning the same letter as he leans on Kyle's right shoulder. "Hey, who's getting evicted?"
"Me... I mean `we' are."
"Who's this Ka-napp fella?"
"My dirty-dealing-two-bit-two-timing-asshole-of-a-brother," Kyle replies. Then finally addressing his thirty-four year old `sometimes' resident, "Well nothing to do but look for a new place!" He leaves Vince there holding the letter.
"Can he do this?" Vince asks as he follows Kyle into the kitchen.
"Oh he can do it alright and has every right to do so. It just pisses me off he doesn't have the decency to pick up the phone and tell me."
Vince suspects, "Decency? By the way you talk about him it's not one of his better traits!"
"What am I doing?" Kyle asks no one, pulling assorted foods out of the refrigerator and tossing them on the counter.
"Getting a snack?"
"Dinner. Uhhhhh," out of frustration Kyle answers.
"No problem. Why don't you go lie down or something and leave dinner to me!"
"You Vince?"
"Hey, Scotty's been showing me some stuff. Trust me."
With more important things on his mind, Kyle decided to `trust' Vince. "Okay but I'll be on the phone with Alex if you need anything." Then leaving the kitchen, "Just hollar!"
Before hitting the cookbooks, Vince gets comfortable with a nice frosty mug of beer. Thinking like one of the teens he unbuttons his shirt and strips it, replacing it with an apron. "Now let's see," he cracks his knuckles. Facing the bookshelf he reads off, "Shall we eat Martha, Rachel or Tyler? Mmmmm Tyler it is!" He laughs at his own private joke. Laying it out on the counter he takes a long sip of beer, his eyes glued to the cover. "Tyler-baby... if it could only be... you and me cookin' in the kitchen!" Choosing something he thinks as `no fail', he reads something which stops him dead in his tracks. Leaning out the kitchen door he yells out at the top of his lungs, "Hey Kyyyyyyyyyyyyyyle!"
"Yeah Vince," Kyle looks up from over the top of the sofa where he's reclined for his chat with Alex.
"Oh, you're on the phone with Alex. Forgot."
"What's up Vince?" Kyle asks.
"You got an idea where this oven is made?"
`Oven made'? Kyle questions himself. "Hold on a sec, Alex." With his cellphone still in hand Kyle reports to the kitchen. Looking over the oven he comes to the conclusion, "If it was made twenty years or so ago it could have still been made in the USA. Other than that I'd say China."
"Either way," Vince replies, strumming his finger over the next few recipes in the Tyler Florence cookbook, "that counts out what I was thinking of making."
"Hold on Alex," Kyle says into the phone again. "Um why would it matter where the oven is made?"
Flipping back to the stew, Vince points out, "Because it says right here to use a Dutch oven."
"Okay. If you say so Vince," Kyle replies, rolling his eyes and walking out of the kitchen to the tune of Vince whistling something he heard on KTU.
Just as Kyle jumps over the sofa and lands in the lying-down position the doorbell rings.
"I've got it!" Vince yells out. As soon as he opens the door he makes comment, "What're you selling, because I might be interested!" It must've been the two beers which made him giggle at his own joke!
"I'm looking for Kyle? Is he at home?"
"Depends. Who might you be?" Vince asks the suavely dressed young man.
"My name is Chris," he too eyes Vince up and down. "Are you Kyle's father?"
"Do I look old enough to be Kyle's father?"
Cracking a smile, Chris responds, "No."
To save the day or at least a bunch of explanations, Kyle appears with his cellphone attached to his ear. "Hey Chris! How'd the lunch turn out at the Mesa Grill?"
"Rats!" Vince replies as he's left to close the door, Kyle stealing Chris away from him. "Oh by the way," he gets in, "I'm Vince!"
Standing there Vince takes in the beginning of their conversation. From what he can get out of it, some guy named Asaph, apparently a close friend of Chris', already has a boyfriend, which seems to sadden Chris, which Vince takes it as this Asaph guy must've been Chris' boyfriend. "If you ask me, he doesn't deserve a nice guy like you!"
Kyle throws in, "Chris is staying for dinner Vince," a loosely thrown hint for Vince to butt out!
"No problem. I'm getting right back to Tyler now!"
"So what does Asaf's father think of all this?" Kyle asks Chris.
"He hasn't told him. Asaf and Travis are moving out of town. Apparently Travis has been attending a college in the midwest and has an apartment all set up. All that remains is for Asaf to find himself a job."
Seeing the sad emotions filling Chris, Kyle took his hand and tried comforting him, "I'm sorry things turned out for you like this Chris, but believe me where one door closes another one opens."
And just as he said it, the front door opened.
"Heeeeey... we're home!"
Both sitting on the sofa didn't leave much room for Jason and Jarret to park themselves, Jarrett giving Kyle a kiss on the lips. "Have we had a great four days!" His arm remains around Kyle as Jarrett moves his head to the right.
Chris asks, "You must be Alex."
"Nope, but sometimes I wish I were!" Jarrett responds. "I'm Jarrett and this here is my boyfriend, Jason."
After the introductions a lot of racket is heard in the kitchen.
Through the kitchen portal Jarrett is heard yelling, "You're cooking Vince? C'mon Jason. We're eating out!"
"I take it Vince is not a good cook?" Chris asks Kyle.
Then from the kitchen comes, "Get outta there... I'm gonna smack you Jarrett!"
Chris then asks Kyle, "I take it they don't like each other?"
"They fight like cats and dogs but in a nice way." Then Kyle summons Chris upstairs, "C'mon I'll find something comfortable for you to slip into."
"But I should be getting home."
"Here. Use my cell. Tell your folks you'll be late," Kyle instructed, whipping out his cellphone and flipping it open.
As Kyle shopped' the dresser and closet, he heard Chris talking, telling whomever was on the opposite end he had to work late'.
"What's wrong with the truth, not that it's any of my business?"
"It's complicated."
Being what Chris has told Kyle already he figured things could be for Chris if he said he was staying at another guys' house. So instead of belaboring the point he hands Chris, "Try these."
"Calvin Klein? Dolce & Gabbana? Diesel shirt? Wow! This is high class!" Chris stands astounded.
"And if they fit they're yours!" Kyle generously passes on. Before Chris can dispute, Kyle tells him, "You can change right here. Hang your suit in the closet."
Kyle had it all planned out from the moment he found out Chris and Asaf hadn't rekindled their past love affair. On his cellphone he caught Jacov just as he was about to leave Braddock's. In an instant Jacov changed his plans of meeting with friends to attending dinner when he heard Chris would be one of the guests.
"Honey I'm home!"
It was Alex's voice, Kyle scooting to the front door to get his afternoon kiss.
"So how was the lazy-man's day?" Alex asks as he heads for the kitchen. Before he gets his answer he asks, "What's burning?"
Vince answers as Kyle and Alex hang over his shoulders, "I had a little problem `braising'."
Kyle moves the pan from one burner, over. "More like `burning', huh Vince?"
Before he got away, Vince replies, "I'm gonna smack you Kyle!"
"I guess that means we're not wanted," Alex says. As he turns around he's swept off his feet. "Hey, aren't those your clothes?" He asks Kyle while looking at Chris.
"Aren't you going to ask who's in them?" Kyle says.
"Who's in them?" Alex replies as if on cue.
"This is Chris Battani, my limo driver for the day," Kyle says, leaving a whole field of questions open for Alex to ask.
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Being nosy, Jack thought it a better idea picking up Jim at the end of his working day.
Before he can even greet him, Jim says, "John is coming for dinner tonight. I hope that's alright?"
How could it not be, the way Jack is eyeing the shirtless French farmer up and down. "I think I can set another plate."
"Great!" John replies. "Let me grab a shirt, okay?"
Already morphed from the job life to heading home, Jim had clothed himself in his tee shirt, but his sweat had soaked dark patches in it.
"Looks like you boys have been hauling ass today?"
Tough to change a person, Jim let the `boys' slide, especially when he knew Jack knew about the kinky play they sometimes indulged in on lunch hour.
"Sooooo, anything I should know about?" Jack inquires.
"About?....What?"
"Any `funny business' going on, on the job today?" Jack smiles.
"Oh none today. We worked hard moving freight from here," Jim motions with two hands, "to there, then John deciding last minute we needed to deposit some pumpkins near the front when the produce truck showed up. But you know?"
This is the part Jack was waiting for.
"I couldn't swear to it, but I think John and the produce-delivery-guy have something going on betweenst themselves?"
"Something huh? Like what?" Jack stands there, feet shoulder width apart and his stance of arms folded across his chest. With the `leather' he could pass for the same get-up as a master at Sonnemaker's leather party.
Not keeping Jack in suspence, Jim lends, "The kind of stuff you would like?"
Then ideas start dancing around in Jack's head, Jim reading the thirst for the kind of fun Jack likes.
"What's on your mind?" Jim asks.
Using his index finger, Jack enunciates the question, "I want the name of that produce driver. If he's into what I `think' he's into then maybe we can set something up."
Butting up his chest to Jack's, Jim brings Jack back into reality, "Oh and would I figure somewhere into this scheme you are dreaming up?"
"What scheme?"
"Don't give me that," Jim says, all knowing. Allowing the back of his hand sled down Jack's front, feeling up the pent up emotions Jack has conjured up by his thoughts, Jim tells him, "I think it could be fun, you and `Master Produce' ordering John and I about!"
Staring Jim down, Jack says adamantly, "Now where on earth did you come up with such a cock'n'bull story?"
"From you `cock'?" Jim replies, this time using his hand to outline the extended tube down Jack's pants leg. "Don't you think I know you by now?"
"You do, do you? In roughly two weeks time you have me down pat, do you?"
"In more ways than one!" Jim says, his teeth helping him to fan a grin in front of Jack's face.
"You just better never' tell what happens in our' bed!"
"No problem, `boy'!"
Jack smirks as Jim laughs his ass off.
"Did I miss something?" John asks, smoothing his tee down his stomach.
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More cautious about Kyle bringing Chris Battani home than when Alex brought Michael into the household, he's found out enough to satisfy his whim. Onto more important matters, Alex brings up their afternoon cellphone subject, "So what's going to happen about Knapp selling the townhouse out from under our feet?"
"It's not like we're going to be destitute," Kyle replies.
"I didn't think so," Alex replies, then fills Chris in, "Y'know Kyle's Mr. Moneybags here?"
"So I found out today at Braddock's!"
"Oh, did you happen to meet up with Scotty's boyfriend?" Alex asks.
"Poor Scotty," Kyle renders, turning the smile on Alex's face upside down.
"What happened? I thought he was interested in Scotty. I thought...."
"Yeah. Me too," Kyle says.
Chris brings up, "Is this something to do with Jacov Reuveni?"
"Jakive who?" Alex asks.
Kyle educates Alex, "They've filled the position real quick, moving a salesman from downtown, uptown, this guy named Jacov," and Kyle slows down the pronunciation, "Reu-van-i. Come to find out we have a common association with Stephen Braddock."
"Which means he must be another Mr. Doughbags, huh?" Alex asks.
"In essence, but his father is from the old school, seeing fit he earn a living even though he has the money to sit back and take it easy."
With the doorbell ringing, Kyle stuffs his brother's eviction letter into Alex's chest, racing for the door as his words trail off, "Must be the delivery guy from Braddock's."
A habit from turning sixteen, into seventeen, Alex's hand was up under his tee shirt, rubbing his stomach fur as he read word for word the letter from Knapp's attorney.
"Ahem!" Kyle alerted Alex. "Want to stop playing with yourself?"
"Oh sure," Alex replied, his hand falling to his side as well as the hand with the letter attached.
"Alex, stop staring," Kyle said out of humor and not meant to embarrass.
"I'm `not' staring, okay and by the way, thanks for embarrassing me!"
"If you'd like to know, my name's Jacov," Jacov jumped the gun to offer instead of Kyle.
"Nice to meet you," Alex replied.
"Jacov?" came the call from afar.
"Hey Chris. I've got your clothes out in the car."
"Hmm," Alex replied, eyebrows fluttering.
"For your information, he `means'," Kyle informs Alex, "the clothes from Braddock's he and I picked out this afternoon for Chris?"
"Oh sure," Alex makes excuse, "I knew that!"
Elbowing Alex in the ribs, Kyle offers himself and Alex to go fetch.
"Hey, you want something to drink?" Chris asks Jacov.
"Sure. Non-alcoholic though."
Slowly, even though it's been one late afternoon spent at Kyle's townhouse, Chris was fitting in like one of the fixtures. From the coffee-cup-search this morning he already had found almost anything else. Pouring some cranberry-apple juice from a refrigerated bottle, he offers one to Jacov, saying, "Bottoms up!"
Jacov smiled.
His smile drew the comment out of Chris, "I miss something?"
"I don't know. Did you?"
For certain, each acknowledged the loose translation as their eyes stayed glued to each other until a ruckus developed in the other room.
"I wish you hadn't," Chris humbled himself, knowing what the sounds of ruffling shopping bags meant.
"Oh stop it," Jacov responded.
After hesitating a minute, Chris followed two feet behind Jacov.
As the two enter, Alex drops the hint, "I know if some guy bought me all this stuff he would have to be my boyfriend' and not just a friend'!"
"Alex, can you quit it?" Kyle rolled off his tongue in a whisper, only meant for Alex's ears.
But it was out in the open, Chris responding, "Is that what we are?"
Jacov had no knowledge of Chris' former boyfriend, Asaf, so didn't question his thought as he turned to look at Chris, "That's how I'd like it to be. How about you?"
Again Alex seeing it his way, suggests, "How about sealing it with a kiss?" He followed up with an "Owwww," Kyle's hefty flop to Alex's stomach.
While out to the car again for another trip, Chris says, "I like Alex's idea. You?"
Their first failed attempt wound up having Jacov remove his glasses. "Sorry," he said.
"No. Leave them on. I think you look sexy with glasses," Chris said. "They might get steamed up?"
"I'm up for an experiment," Jacov replied.
Chris' bad-boy side made him say, "I'm just `up'!"
As they came together, Jacov showed how he could be just as bad, a hand toying with the outline of Chris' crotch. "I'd like to take care of that sometime," he dropped the subtle hint.
"How about now?"
Coming home earlier, Kyle had given Chris the royal tour of the townhouse. He knew of the spare bedroom and it's proximity, a few feet from where they shared their first kiss. Entering the room, Chris killed the overhead light, in favor of the lamp on the nightstand. He began to turn his tee shirt, borrowed from Kyle, inside out, his arms encased in the fabric like laundry in a bag.
With no inhibitions, Jacov already placed his hands on Chris' bod. By the time Chris had torn his shirt off over his head, Jacov had crooked his neck, his tongue reeking sweet havoc on Chris' chest.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Chris sighed when Jacov dared to use teeth on his nip.
"Like it rough?" Jacov said with a smile.
"I like it any way you want to dish it out!"
Given the go ahead to attack and plunder, Jacov took the center of his white dress shirt, same one he wore all day at Braddock's, in each hand and tore it open, exposing the patch of hair midchest, the dark circles around each nip and the trail to his beltline. "You can do the rest," Jacov made suggestion.
"I bet this is a two hundred dollar shirt," Chris says as he stared Jacov down. Finishing out the stripping, Chris pulls it from Jacov's pants and rips the last two buttons, sending them to the shirt-button graveyard. Placing the shirt behind Jacov's back, he engages the two arms in shirt-bondage.
It was Jacov's turn to sigh deeply, Chris getting his revenge, his teeth gnawing away at Jacov's tiny nips.
"Yeah, ohhh yeah!" Jacov said out loud as his head dropped back.
`What a glutton for pain,' Chris thought as his teeth pulled the nip from Jacov's chest.
Remaining motionless, Jacov looked down and watched as Chris undid his belt buckle, sliding the thin leather belt from his pants loops. Jacov chanced informing Chris, "You can use that on me if you want?"
"Maybe later," Chris said, tossing it on the bed.
Sighing deeply, Jacov thought he died and went to heaven as Chris stuck his hand down his pants, both pants and briefs that is, and grabbed hold of his two big balls.
He gave a tiny squeeze. When Jacov sighed with more desire, Chris squeezed harder. "I think we could have some fun," Chris says. However he departed from the roughplay and bowled Jacov over on the bed. As they made love, off came the rest of Jacov's shirt, their pants and their briefs. After putting Jacov to bed, Chris rolled over on his back. Taking the hint, Jacov lay down so his mouth came to rest over Chris' pubes. He made love first to the pubic rug, then got busy keeping Chris' 9.5c shaft stiff.
In a fit of ecstasy, Chris called out, "Ohhhh... do my balls?"
For a couple of hours there wasn't many places where Jacov's mouth didn't travel.
"Where'd they go?" Alex asked, dropping his second load of shopping bags on the floor.
"Use your ears!" Kyle clued him in.
Alex smiled upon hearing moans and groans from the spare bedroom. "All I've got to say is they better finish it up before Michael comes home!"
"Helloooooooooooo!" came the cheery voice as Vince walks in the front door.
"Somebody's in a happy mood," Kyle stirs interest in why.
In a crisp voice, Vince says, "Got a hot', hot' date tonight!"
"But you only left twenty minutes ago to pick up carrots, Vince," Kyle questioned the bachelor.
"Anybody we know?" Alex asks, sideswiping the inconsequential details.
They follow Vince to the kitchen and watch him help himself to a cold beer. "I went to cash a check at the bank this morning.... and the teller... mmm-uh! We met again at Guerra's Supermarket. "
"She was that cute, Vince?" Alex joked.
The infamous words followed, "I'm gonna smack you Alex and no, she' wasn't cute, but he' was a walking bombshell!"
"Exploded before you could get your hands on him Vince?"
Vince asks permission, "Alright if I slug him?" from Kyle.
"As long as it's not below the belt," Kyle jokes.
"Anyway," Vinces skips out on the punishment, he recants this morning's aquaintance, "I cashed the check and walked away from the counter. Almost ready to walk out of the bank I realized I was shorted a fifty. To cut it short, the teller had to count out his whole draw. It was a big to do. Sure enough, he was over fifty bucks. Of course because he was very cute, I forgave him on the spot and even talked his boss out of putting something nasty on his record."
Alex again interrupts, "How did you manage that? Give him a blow job, Vince?"
Kyle joked, "Go ahead Vince. Take your best shot!"
"Kyyyyyyy-le," Alex whined. "You're supposed to be on my side."
"I'm also supposed to be helping Vince make dinner, so will you let Vince tell his story?"
In a way Alex too wanted to hear it, so kept his mouth shut til the conclusion.
"So tonight I'm wining and dining a guy ten years younger than `thou'!" Vince places his palm on his own chest, letting it bounce.
"Hmm, make sure you bring him home before my bedtime!" Alex jokes.
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As soon as David Sonnemaker allowed Adrian Stetson to walk in the front door he was in for it. With the door closed, Adrian forced David against the wall, Adrian's hands pinning both of David's wrists to the wall in a spread-eagle fashion. But instead of expecting the play intended, David couldn't get a word in edgewise with the twenty-seven year old working his lips over. From what he was feeling, coming up from the south, he didn't object to any of the rough treatment.
Letting up, Adrian backed away. "From now on when you show up to the door to let me in, you won't have a shirt on! So let's start now, shall we?" Standing from a few feet away, Adrian watched as David slowly unfastened each button. "Yeah. You've got the idea. Nice'n'slow," Adrian made comment. "That's it. Now, peel it back real slow over your shoulders."
Without words, the thirty-five year old slowly did as expected, working his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to his wrists.
"Hold it right there," Adrian commanded. After walking up to him, he ordered, "Turn around."
From the moment he left the Coffee Bean, David Sonnemaker yearned for the day to pass fastly. First thing he did upon arriving home was to make arrangements for his limo driver, twenty-one year old Kief Decado, to pick up Adrian at his apartment. Kief had shown up one night at one of his kinky parties. At the time David assumed the role as dominant, Kief following his every wish. Next, David made sure everything was perfect, the sauna set at a certain temperature, hot tub properly seasoned with aromatics so when heated it produced a manly scent, the on-site tennis club tidied up and special' attendants on duty so his guest could be comfortable' on and off the court and of course he had to have his prize possession, his dungeon, tuned up properly if their evening progressed to where Adrian held him hostage.
However David slowly began losing his freedom when Adrian used his own shirt to bind his wrists behind his back.
Standing there, Adrian looked David over. "You know, if I wanted to I could stuff you in a closet and make off with everything you own?"
"Everything?" David questioned, peering down over his hairy bod, pinpointing a certain area below.
"Oh, no need to worry about `that'. I'll certainly be making off with these gems!" Adrian gave David's crotch a squeeze.
"Akkkkkkkk!" David cried out in pain, his head dropping back, his eyes squinting.
Letting David catch his breath, Adrian then pawed at the rest of the jewels through David's pants. "Yeah. I knew you would like that little sampler'. Oh by the way, I had a very nice conversation with Kief on the way over here. I think I've got him convinced he could' own you too?"
"But," David went to interrupt... "Ugh!" Came the sharp remark when Adrian slapped him across the face.
"Next time you'll wait til I've finished before `requesting' to speak."
The doorbell rings. David shows fear on his face thinking he would not want certain people, most prople, to see him barechested with his hands secured behind his back.
"Must be Kief, or it could be..." Adrian hesitated, wanting to spring his `other' surprise on David much later. "C'mon in Kief."
Maybe David had visions of past encounters with Kief, the twenty-one year old tied to a frame, David using his bod at whim, but he never would've dreamed this to happen.
Walking over to David, Kief says, "Y'know Adrian, that night of the dungeon party I had visions of doing this!" David howled when Kief reached up and found David's nips through his chest rug. Mashing them, he twisted them, then mashed them some more.
"Better save some for later," Adrian cautioned Kief.
"Right. So when's the others dropping by?"
Kief had asked, but it was David's reaction he waited for. He wasn't dissapointed as Sonnemaker questions, "Others?"
"Y'know I had to discipline him once, Kief. Your turn."
Adrian had prepped Kief well. Afterall, it had been a half hour drive from his apartment, plus the picnic grove they stopped at, Adrian taking Kief's ass in a ritual to own him as well as what he intended for David Sonnemaker.
"I know you said any offense should follow with corporal punishment," Kief said as if reading a code book.
"That I did. So, what course of action do you think we should take?" Adrian put it to Kief.
Boldly Kief responds, "I know this doesn't fall exactly in line with what you told me, but I'd `feel' satisfaction if we could fuck him at both ends?"
"That's absurd!" David shouted out.
Walking up to David, Adrian says, "This is one very persuasive technique." Pressing David's chest up to the wall, Adrian hammers his stomach with a gutpunch.
"Ugggggghhhhhh!" David belches as air rushes from his bod.
"And look at that, will ya?" Adrian makes light of the situation. "Our boy is on his knees, begging to tongue our cocks! You first?"
Kief loved the idea, especially when at Sonnemaker's last party he begged not to have sucked one more cock after taking down loads from at least eight other guys. "C'mon. Open up bitch!" Kief demonstrated his dominant side, same time running the tip of his cock over David's pursed lips.
Not replying with open lips, Adrian suggests, "I can put him in a full nelson while you work his gut over?"
David's eyes shot to Adrian's.
"I'll do it too," he cautioned David for a second time.
Doing Adrian was one thing, but having to submit to a guy who bottomed at the last dungeon party, took down an untold number of cum as he ordered other boys to fuck his throat, well the idea didn't rest well with David.
"Okay. You asked for it!"
"Wait... I...." David protested as Adrian stepped behind him and untied his wrists, pulling his shirt off and dropping it on the floor.
The whole time Adrian smiled. David could have protested with exercising his freedom, but didn't, actually allowing Adrian to put him in a full nelson.
"Nice abs," Kief said, daring to run his hands over David's tight stomach.
Trying to weasel out of this made Adrian feel awesome inside. Already his leather pants were packing and now stretched to the limits with the scene intensifying. "Why don't you see what they're made of?" Adrian provoked Kief into gutpunching David.
"Really?" Kief replied. Then looking into David's eyes, Kief said, moving his hand, "I think I'd rather try seeing what his balls are made of!" He gently tapped David's crotch with his fist.
David protested out loud.
Kief didn't react, instead telling, "Man is he raw material," meaning for being owned he didn't act like he was owned.
"I told you he was going to be," Adrian said, still holding David in the full nelson only his hardness pressing up against David's rear.
"I don't know about you Adrian, but I'm kind of wound up."
"Feeling it myself," Adrian read Kief's mind.
"Why don't we find a bedroom to work out our frustrations and then we can think about taking him down to the dungeon when your friends come?"
When Adrian let David go, he immediately started protesting, "I'm not having some kid...."
The kid' let Sonnemaker know where he stood, backstabbing him with a punch. Walking around front, as Sonnemaker had dropped again to his knees, lurching backwards, Kief let him know, "Let me show you where this kid' stands!"
From leaning over backwards to bending in half, the top of his head touching the floor, David held his arms across his middle.
"Nice one," Adrian patted Kief on the back, referring to the hefty kick-to-the-abs.
"I wanted to do his nuts," Kief let on, "but I figured there was plenty of time for that later. I guess we're going to have to find our `own' room."
This time Adrian forced David up the wide staircase. Still he protested between groans of pain and still out of breath.
"You're only making it worse on yourself, `boy'!" Adrian told him. On the inside he smiled. He wasn't holding David very firm, enabling him to break out of his hold with an ounce of muscle.
"Who could ask for anything more? A kingsize bed!" Kief said as he opened the first door he came to.
Entering, Adrian dropped Sonnemaker to the floor with the instruction, "Strip bitch!"
Kief threw in his opinion, "And if you don't do it quick, I'll aim lower with my foot!"
"Y'know?" Adrian looked around at the lavish room, his head poking into the next room, the jon, he observes, "this might make a nice bedroom for yourself, Kief?"
"Would sure beat the dorm!"
They weren't paying much attention but as Adrian had thought, David had a strong desire to be owned. It showed when he moved to his knees, unbuckling his belt.
"I'll take that," Adrian said, pulling the thin leather dress belt from the loops of David's pants. He winked as he handed it to Kief.
Kief shared, "Proably as good as a strap. Man, Adrian, you should have seen the beating I got that night!"
"Hmm," Adrian used some scare tactics, "maybe you'll get your revenge tonight!"
David didn't like the sound of that. Sex was one thing, but `the kid' whipping him with his own belt?
When he protested, Kief went at him with the belt.
Vocally, but even more shocked, David looked down upon himself, his mouth gaping open as he viewed the red welt through his chest hair from shoulder to shoulder.
"Well I guess `that' shut him up!" Adrian said with a giggle, causing Kief to laugh it off as well. As Adrian guessed, David wanted this and as he peeled his pants off, the wet spot on the ceiling of his pup tent even made his suspicions stronger.
Before David stripped the only article of clothing left, Adrian had him on the bed faced down. Both looked at the mounds outlining his briefs.
"Hey! I got a great idea!" Adrian exclaims.
"What?" Kief asks.
"Y'know I haven't shot my load down a throat in a long time? Why dont' you do the honors and take David's ass?"
Well for sure David wasn't going to stand for that even though he lay faced down. However the moment he started into his complaining tirade, Adrian was literally `on him'.
"Whoooooa, Adrian!" Kief shouted out.
Adrian's knee pinned David to the bed. Stealing the belt, Adrian doubled it in half.
David wailed in pain as Adrian thrashed his white ass!
"Oh.. my.. God!" Kief said in disbelief as he heard David Sonnemaker whining in pain.
"Here," Adrian took Kief's hand. "Feel this."
"It's like.... hot," Kief said of his hand skimming over David's reddened ass.
"Yeah. Perfect for fucking. C'mon. Get your tool lubed up."
"With?"
"There's always a tube in the night table drawer?"
Smiling, Kief went to look for it. "Wonders never cease!" the twenty-one year old limo driver responded to finding a bottle of KY gel.
"What'sa-matter? Never fucked a guy?" Adrian asked when Kief had trouble deciding whether he should lube up the unwilling victim's chute.
"First time," Kief replied, a bit embarrassed.
"Betcha it's not `his' first time!" Taking a fingerful of lube, Adrian stuffed it in David's ass hole.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkk! Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" David screamed.
"Maybe it's his first?" Kief theorized, not knowing the rough manner in which Adrian force-fed David's ass, adding two and three fingers. Then, looking at Kief keeping his cock in check, Adrian shares, "I loosened him up good, but you'll probably still have resistance with that beer can!" Adrian smiled when he heard a slight whisper from David's lips, beer can?' "Turn over bitch! I want you to see the kid' fuck you hard!"
With Adrian holding his dress belt he didn't feel he had a choice. When he turned over he made eye contact with Kief's fuck-tool. Trying to recollect the night of the party he couldn't recall anyguy being as big as Kief.
"Here. Let me make it easy on you," Adrian referred to Kief. Taking David's ankles, Adrian lifted them up in the air as he stood on the bed. "See his hole?"
"I see it," Kief replied.
"Then plug it!" Before feeding his tool into David, Adrian assured him, "He won't be giving you any trouble. Look at him. He `wants' your tube buried deep inside him."
"Is that true?"
Sonnemaker didn't make a sound. Not until Adrian reached around Kief and stung his chest with the belt. "Oh shit! Yes... yes... yes.... I want you."
"Want him where?" Adrian humiliated him.
"In my ass."
"How deep?"
"All the way in."
"Now," Adrian made his last threat, "put it all together and properly address `Master Kief' with your request boy!"
David couldn't believe it. Not only was he humiliated about a `bottom-boy' from his last party owning him, but also him being a twenty-something year old. He figured a guy in his late twenties, thirties or forties a good match, but never this. He suffered a second sting to his chest before blurting out, "I-want-you-deep-inside-me-Master-Kief!"
"See?" Adrian directed to Kief. "I knew we would come to terms. Don't let me stop ya!"
As soon as Kief was well on his way to making David's ass filled, Adrian stare into David's eyes as he parked his butt on David's taut abs, blocking his view. "Now. Let's see how good those cock-sucking skills are!"
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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....