Glory Hole Sagas

THE GLORY HOLE SAGAS Chapter Twelve

Watching Matt And Harvey Playing Rough

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CHAPTER TWELVE

We left the basement of "The Spike" and took a table to share a last beer before we left. I had used up enough energy to have another beer before driving. Tom and I talked about the adventure, and I told everyone about what the man had whispered to me about his deformed buddy in the dark hall who I had made cum twice just by working his nipples. I had promised to continue to sex-play with the man and try to convince him that I really DID want to see him in the light eventually. Tom was thrilled about the note the hot checkroom attendant had left in his pocket "Please call me, Sir!" with his name and phone number. We teased Tom about having a slave.

As we sat, Sam reminded me that I had offered to introduce him to my roommate Matt, another `Nam veteran who was also into rough sex. He wanted me to call the room and see if tonight was OK, seeing how his wife was out of town. "Didn't you and Mel get enough in that last room?" I cried out. The last room had been a torture dungeon, which Tom and I had fled from, but Mel and Sam had gone into.

Mel shivered. "That room is WAY beyond me. We just went in to look. Admittedly, we got a few ideas, but most of it scares the shit out of me, too. I never knew people DID things like that to get their rocks off. What really got to me was that the guys being tortured were shooting geysers!"

Sam said: "When I was in the service, I went to a few clubs like that. I had a good time in a few places, but never did more than a few simple things, like whip a guy's ass. Except this one time when I met another military guy, another soldier on leave, also in uniform, who, if we had both been free..." he shrugged, looking heartbroken. "He was so fucking hot I could have fallen in love with the bastard! But we weren't free men, but soldiers on leave, so we just had that one passionate night together, and I never saw him again." He gave a twisted, sad smile. "But I still dream about the hairy little bastard all the time." He stopped for a minute, and shrugged. "That S&M room is new; last time I was here, it was a bunch of sofas. Mostly, it was were men hung out to rest before going for another round. The little bar was back there."

"I'll call Matt, but better I warn you. He told me that he sometimes went to clubs like that in New York, and was VERY active at them."

Tom was looking interested. "Are you going to be playing the rough games with them, Ike?"

"I doubt it. I did a few simple things with Matt, and I liked it, but I have a feeling Sam and Matt want to go a little bit further than I can take. Why, buddy?"

"Um... First of all, I'd like to spend the night with you, if you don't mind. I have never have spent a night in bed with a man, and I'd like my first to be you." I grinned at him, nodding my agreement. "I could sit on your cock while they do their stuff, just moving enough to keep us both hard, and when they're done, we could do our own action. I want to understand this `rough sex' you guys talk about, and.. Well, I kind of like your cock in my ass, Ike, and I would like to feel your lips on my dick, too."

I looked at Mel, who bowed out, having to go to work the next day. They handed me a pile of change, and I found the payphone. Matt was in, but told me that he now had a really hot date in a little while, thanks to me. "Me? What the hell did I do to get you a date?"

"You sent Harvey over to talk to me, you stud. I heard about your adventures tonight. Well, the fact that you went to that Rusty Spike dive and worked his tits over while he got screwed by a massive dick. But then you ORDERED him to come see me for a good working over. So I sent him back to his room to douche his ass and to rest for two hours, so he'd be well rested for me. To be honest, I was bored before and used that vibrator to get a load out of my balls, so I need to rest, too."

"I have someone with me. Do you mind if we watch while he rides my dick?"

"Hey, working him over in front of an audience will turn us both on a hell of a lot, so bring your plaything over, buddy."

"Uh, I should warn you that we had a fistfight earlier, but we're OK now. I'll explain it to you when we have time. But our faces are a bit messed up. Well, his is pretty much chopped meat, but I'm told I have quite a shiner already. I've always gotten so turned on when I boxed. This was the first time I got to fuck the loser. It was so fucking HOT, Matt!"

"You're a boxer? I never knew that, kid."

"There's a lot you don't know. Like the fact that my married cowboy buddy Sam was really eager to meet you tonight to play rough."

"Well, it will have to wait. I'm not sharing Harvey tonight. He's MY toy tonight! I'm in a real top mood right now, so watch that hot ass of yours." I laughed as we hung up.

I went back to the table, but before I could say anything Sam asked me who the big stud in the jock letter jacket who had been staring at me while I was on the phone from the next table to ours was. It was the big football player who had almost started a fight with me on campus for acting cocky with him, and who I had dominated down in the back room, humiliating him by publicly calling him "my new fucking girlfriend" and telling him that I "owned his jock ass-cunt". I told the three men about my confrontation with him on campus, and what happened in the backroom that night. They all looked at me with new found respect, and I felt like I was nine feet tall. Tom's hand squeezed my knee.

"The last time I saw him, he was being worked over by that pair of massive muscle twins with giant cocks. I refused to give him my load in his ass, and let some random cocksucker have it in front of him, yelling how his mouth was better than "my punk-boy's useless ass" so that he could hear the insult. Damn, I hope he's not out to start a fight and get vengeance. One fistfight is enough tonight, and he's a big motherfucker. I just might lose."

Sam shook his head. "No, I don't think you have to worry about that, kiddo, because from the looks he's giving you now, I think the big moose might be in love with you. Or at least he thinks he's your devoted sex slave. Those are cow eyes if I ever saw any." The other two agreed.

I groaned. "I didn't particularly LIKE the guy, although is ass IS hot, and he is easy to dominate with his delicate nips. I have to admit he IS handsome, but the asshole was so fucking arrogant on campus that I just had to put him down in front of his team buddies. I also have to admit that it had been fucking hot forcing a larger, stronger man to kneel to me. I don`t even know his fucking name, and I don't think want to!"

Mel asked me, "Why?"

"Because then he becomes a real person, instead of a piece of crap I control. Like I said, he pissed me off the first time he talked to me, and I still have a low opinion of him as a man. What kind of a person walks up to a stranger and asks if his can make a play for his girlfriend? Well, that wasn't quite how he put it, but that was what he meant. Like because he's a big shot jock, he could steal the girl who put on a sex show with me in the drive-in movie. He should have a clue from the way she threw away caution and dragged me to the back seat like she did that it wasn`t gonna happen. Nancy is pretty much mine, if I want her. So I guess that's why he made me feel so angry at him. And now I find out that my anger turns him into a pussy-cunt."

"No, it turns him into YOUR pussy-cunt" Tom giggled. I punched his arm as I laughed. It WAS funny. This guy I couldn't stand was staring at me like I was the love of his life. "Ike, it's strange. I know I never met him, but he looks so fucking familiar."

"Tom, you've seen the big ape on campus, and he made your ass itch. That's why he looks familiar." we all laughed, but Tom shook his head. I looked over at the jock, and his face lit up. As he stood up, I scowled at him, pointing at his seat. He dropped to his seat, dejected, and sipped his beer.

Sam was very eager to go meet Matt, but I had to tell him that Matt had a hot date, but was willing to let Tom and me watch them. That got Tom excited, but disappointed Sam, who had been looking forward to a rough night. Mel had to go to work the next day, so he couldn't invite Sam to his garage apartment for "fun and games", but was eager for their date the next night.

I had a sudden idea. "Sam, how would you like to work over my big, dumb football jock tonight? You have to remember to stay in control, so no sucking his cock, no letting him cum without permission..."

"Ike, I know a bit more about this shit than you do. I can be a total top, and when I'm done with that punk, he'll be totally broken in for you. I'll make it clear you gave him to me to use as a loan; that YOU are the Boss. I'll even make it clear that you are MY fucking Boss. And hell, yes, he's fucking hot. How are you going to do it?"

"Well, it's time to see how much control I actually have over the asshole." I glared at my "slave" and snapped my fingers at him, pointing at the floor at my feet. Smiling, he rushed over. "Who told you to stand, scumbag? KNEEL to your Owner!" He flushed, and his hands formed into fists, but he fell to his knees, and lowered his head. A number of the blue collar men around d us snickered at him, commenting loudly about the faggot football player.

"Sorry, Ike."

I slapped his face hard. "I did not give you permission to use my name, asshole, and I don't want to hear you talk unless I ask you a direct question. And above all, I do NOT want to know your fucking name. I'm giving you a NEW name. It's... " I thought for a second.. "Cum Dump. Your new name is Cum Dump. That is what I will call you if you speak to me in public, so watch your manners, Cum Dump. Is that understood, asshole?

"Yes, sir. I am Cum Dump, and Cum Dump is not to speak to his Master in public." He looked at me with pleading eyes. I knew I was about to do something really cruel. Part of me felt bad, but mostly I felt like a giant.

"Are you my pussy-boy, Cum Dump? Are you my total property? Will you obey every one of my orders?"

"Yes, sir. I am your total pussy boy; your total property. Do whatever you want to me, as long as you keep me, Master."

"Then I have a test of your loyalty and willingness for you, Cum Dump. Master Sam here needs a toy for the night. I have no use for you're useless ass right now, but for some strange reason Master Sam wants you." I had the feeling that someone was watching me. I looked up, and Mr. Brennan, my fencing teacher and future fencing coach was standing at a few feet away, a mug of beer in his hands, staring at me in surprise and some interest.

"Yes, Master. I will service whoever you order me to service." He sounded disappointed. "Whatever you say, as long as you let me be your Slave, Master." Oh. Boy, what was I getting myself into? I was committing myself to SOME sort of future encounter with this Cum-dump idiot.

"Starting tomorrow, Cum Dump, I expect you to have your ass-pussy shaved, douched and greased at all times. If I see you on campus, I may decide it's time to use your cunt to dump a load of cum in. You will obey. The only excuse you can give me is team practice. I just joined the fencing team, so I'm sure MY coach would be pissed at me for missing a practice. However, if I wanted to use you and you had practice, I WILL punish you later." I looked over at Brennan and grinned. He gave me a thumbs up, since it was the first time I had actually confirmed joining the team. I saw him looking at Mel, then at the other men. Then he left, knocking Cum Dump to the floor on purpose with a big smirk and a wink to me as he passed.

After getting back on his knees. I ordered Cum Dum to sit in the corner on the floor until we were ready to go, and he obeyed, looking like a lost child. My friends quietly told me how impressed they were.

Mel was really loaded, in more ways than one. He had taken 15 cocks in his ass downstairs, an all time record for him, as well as sucking off 9 guys.

"My favorite was that stud that you and Sam obviously know, the one who was grinning when he knocked down Cum Dump on purpose, then winked at you. Who the fuck is that hot, handsome guy, and how do I get his great dick back pounding in my ass? He had real staying power!"

Since Mel knew I was having an affair with my English instructor, Jeff Hamilton, I saw no reason to keep his identity a secret, forgetting that Tom had fucked Mr. Brenner while the stud had been fucking Mel.

"That's my future fencing coach, Mr. Brenner, Mel. Hot, ain't he? Sam and I love taking fencing class with him."

Tom choked on his beer. "I fucked a coach? How do you like that! HE'S going to be your fucking coach? Where do I sign up for fencing classes? Like tomorrow!"

Mel had also had a lot to drink, so I offered to drive him home. So I got our group to stand up and head to the door. I told Sam to go collect his toy, and be stern about it.

Sam cuffed his ear, and improvised a leash with Cum Dump's own belt. I almost felt sorry for the asshole. Almost. Sam reminded him that he was to remain silent until spoken to.

Mel loved my old car, and joined the team of Sam and me to finish the job of restoring her that I had been doing with my dad when he died. Tom knew nothing about cars, but volunteered to be the "gopher". Cum Dump looked like he wanted to help, but I ignored him. The less I had to do with him, the better. The only time I planned to fuck his ass-pussy was if he happened to be in the T-room when I was in there. Then I would humiliate him in public again. I might drag him away from teammates for a fuck and let him try to explain to them why he followed me like a puppy dog. And why he had cum stains dripping from his ass, since I would make sure a dozen men dumped loads up there before I let him leave.

We were surprised by the large size of Mel's house, until he laughed and confessed that he actually OWNED the construction company his grandfather had started. He had worked his way up with part-time jobs since he was 14 until he finished high school, and still worked on sites, which gave him the loyalty of his men. Many of them were bisexual or gay, which resulted in some interesting breaks on top of construction sites. Mel and Sam swapped spit for a good 5 minutes while they made each other's tits sore, in anticipation of their date the next night. Cum Dump sat there looking miserable, his own belt still tight around his neck.

I drove Sam home. After they got out. I grabbed Cum Dump by his balls and squeezed until he looked pained. "Remember, asswipe. You're on loan to my best buddy. If he tells me you fucked up, you're in big trouble. As punishment, I'll dump you. You'll never have sex with me again, Cum Dump, if you don't please Master Sam TOTALLY!"

Before he could answer, I started the car and took off. Tom and I headed to the college, laughing at Cum Dump, who Tom still insisted looked like someone he knew..

Matt was waiting for his slave. He was dressed in is leather harness and vest, his cap on the bed, basically naked and hard when we entered the room. He was rearing a cockring and ball separator, had on a set of nipple clamps much larger than Harvey, the leather stud In had met in the back room who he was expecting soon had worn and with a heavy chain, and had a number of "toys" sitting on his desk. All of which made Tom goggle. Since this stuff was familiar to me by a few days, I was able to be calm about it. Tom just stared with his tongue hanging out. Mat's trunk was open, and we could see the rest of his "toys" were available.

I introduced them, and Matt kissed Tom while playing with his ass. I grinned as Tom began to play with Matt's hard cock and balls.

I slapped Matt's hand. "I got you a hot toy for tonight, cocksucker.. Tom is MY date, and I'm going to show him a good time. I have the honor of being the first man to have sex with him in a bed and to spend the night sleeping with him."

Tom turned to me. "Really? You want me to spend the night?" He looked like a five year old on Christmas day. A five year old who had had the crap beaten out of him, but was happy as hell. I kissed him deeply in answer. "Now, Matt, explain some of the toys to Tom, who is new to all of this. I need to take a crap. AND HANDS OFF MY TOY, buddy!" I winked at Matt as I headed into the toilet, but I left the door open as I listened to the explanations.

I returned to the room naked, to find Tom naked, and trying to put one of the smaller butt plugs in his own ass. "Matt, help the poor boy before he breaks his neck. It's only staying there until your date gets here." Matt did that, then put on a cock ring with ball spreader tossing me a set of them with spikes on it with a smirk.

Matt said: "Now, I need to tell you something. Harvey came here straight from the Rusty Spike, after you told him I was gay and into rough sex. One of the reasons I sent him to his room for while was because we had a long talk about what we wanted from this scene, and Harvey asked for something which I need time to think about. And in turn, I told him that I had a condition HE had to think about. It seems that Harvey has been devoted to rough sex since high school, an he has had the hots for me since the first day we met. But he thought I was a totally straight Army vet, so he never even offered to do me as trade, afraid I'd beat the crap out of him and tell everyone he was a fag. Now that he knows that I am gay AND into rough sex, he asked me to make him my Slave, my Personal Property. He is serious about this request. He want to be my Property, to use and abuse and order around. I had to think about it. I decided to put a condition on it, to see if he was truly willing to do anything to please me. I'll know when he gets here if he's willing. And he will be begging me to make him my slave, even after I put a Slave Collar on him. The thing is, I haven't made up MY mind yet if I want HIM as MY personal permanent Property.' He lit a joint and sat on his bed, looking at some of his toys.

Tom was in heaven as we sat on my bed and shared a joint, cuddling, that butt plug firmly lodged in his ass. "I've never cuddled with a man before, Ike."

"How about make out with one?" He shook his head. We had kissed, but for short periods of time. We spent the next ten minutes making out, kissing and feeling up each other's chest without any tit-play. Matt sat smoking his joint and watching us.

"Harvey should be here soon, Ike. Why don't you get in your birthday gift outfit and really stop his heart. I have a few things Tom can wear, too."

I put on the outfit, which had Tom's eyes as big as saucers, and his dick dripping. I'm not one to waste a man's juices; I licked his dick head clean as Matt put a leather vest and cap on him.

"Hey, Tommy, you look so hot, I'd almost think you were a man!" I teased. He punched me in the arm, hard. He may be a bad fighter, but he's no weakling. I would have another bruise in the morning.

There was a knock on the door. I slowly pulled the butt plug from Tom's ass as he groaned. I wasn't sure if it was disappointment, pleasure or pain. Swatting his cute ass, I stood up, and put my hands behind my back. "Tom, open the door, please. If Harvey is wearing titclamps with a chain, give them a hard tug before letting him enter. Then slap his ass very hard after he passes you. Let's get him really confused."

Tom did as I asked. Harvey WAS wearing the titclamps; pretty daring walking in the dorm hall dressed like that. The leather is one thing; everyone knows he's a biker guy. But the bare chest, titclamps and chaps with bare ass and codpiece were an open statement to the floor. Then I noticed that he had a large bathrobe dangling from his hand and trailing behind him. He wasn't a complete fool, and not about to reveal that WE were gay, too. He also had a can of Crisco in his other hand, which I didn't understand. But Matt nodded when he saw it, smirking to himself.

Harvey was totally confused by a strange young man mildly abusing his hot body as he entered, but obeyed Matt's orders to get on his knees as Tom closed and locked the door and returned to me. "I invited Ike and his buddy Tom to watch you're humiliation, scumbag."

"Yes, Master Matt. Thank you, Master Matt, for accepting me. I've wanted you for a long time, Master." He crawled on his knees to Matt, and presented the can of Crisco to him like a treasure. Matt casually tossed it on his bed, and Harvey looked crestfallen.

"Are you ready to be my slave for tonight, scumbag?" Matt barked at him in military fashion.

"Sir, yes, sir! Ready, willing an able. Tonight and forever."

Matt backhanded him hard, so he collapsed on the floor. "I asked a simple question, asswipe. I don't need extra answers. Take off that cod piece so we can all see your pathetic little slave dick."

Harvey got on his knees, then snapped the leather piece off of his chaps. He had a nice sized uncut cock, and big balls separated by a ball spreader. Not pathetic at all, but I understood the need to humiliate him, "Now, crawl on all fours over here and clean my boots, scumbag."

Tom and I watched in amazement as Harvey crawled over and used his tongue on the dirty biker boots. He kept his eyes on Matt's face. I expected Matt to punish him, but instead he stared into the slave's eyes. Matt used his other foot to lightly prod Harvey's balls.

Mat leaned down and examined the very heavy tit clamps on Harvey's chest. When he pushed back the vest, I saw they were bigger then the ones he had been wearing at the Rusty Spike. "OK, asshole. In my toy chest you will find identical titclamps to the ones you are wearing. I need my slaves to know that I can take what I dish out, and these gradated clamps are a good way to prove it. Go get them, boy."

"Should I get the Slave Collar, too, Master?" He had turned around to crawl to the trunk.

Matt kicked him hard in the ass, sending him sprawling. There was a bright red mark on his bare ass. "When you have EARNED a Slave Collar, I will put one on you. So far, all I see is a poorly trained idiot who doesn't know to keep his mouth shut, or to act respectful. Looking in your Master's face! Even a novice who just starting having sex with guys this week like Ike knows better than that!" Harvey threw a startled look at me. I was twisting Tom's nipple, making him wince. Harvey's eyebrow went up in surprise when I nodded to confirm the comment.

"I'm sorry, Master. I know I'm too eager." He held the titclamps up to Matt.

"Put them on me, and put them on one click tighter than you're wearing them, you weak-willed scumbag cocksucker."

I saw Harvey's dick jump at the insults. He was loving it. He did as ordered as Matt took a deep hit on some poppers. Harvey didn't see the wince on Matt's face. When he was told to look up, all he saw was a smiling master with a set of titclamps on tighter than his. He looked impressed.

Matt stood, his hard, precum dripping dick afoot from Harvey's mesmerized face. He grabbed his slave's head, and painted his lips with his cockhead. "Open your fucking suck-hole, cocksucker." Harvey opened his mouth. "Lick my cockhead, scumbag."

Harvey obeyed exactly for a few long minutes. Matt had his eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure and concentrating on controlling his reaction. Then he reached his hands out, slowly moving them behind Harvey's head. He clamped his hands on the back of his slave's head as he thrust his cock down his slave's throat, causing him to gag. He began to fuck Harvey's throat hard, not allowing him to adjust to him, and he kept gagging while Matt shouted insults at him "You useless piece of crap! You're a lousy cocksucker! You suck cock like a virgin broad who thinks sex is fucking dirty. Common, scumbag, suck my fucking cock like you deserve to be my slave!"

Tom was boiling hot. He took the jar of Vaseline and greased up my cock, then impaled himself on it, facing the action. I wrapped my arms around him, nibbling his neck and ears as he slowly around moved on me. Enough to keep me hard, but not enough to get me off.

Matt stopped the thrusting and let go of Harvey's head, and the slave began to give him a good blowjob. From where we sat, it looked like a great one. Matt still hurled abuse at his toy, but his breath was ragged. The suck job was getting to him.

He grabbed Harvey's head and began to fuck the slave's throat. I have to give Harvey this, the man has almost no gag reflex, although he would tell me later that if he knew gagging turned a Master on, he gagged on four inches. The insults got to be less creative and Matt's hips were pounding into his slave's face. Matt is usually pretty loud when he shoots a load, so I was surprised when he gritted his teeth and fed Harvey a load while making almost no noise. Harvey began to pump out a load while Matt's dick was rammed deep in his throat. Matt was a nice Master. After shooting one wad of cum in his slave's throat, he pulled out and let the rest of land on the man's tongue.

"Well, that was barely adequate", panted Matt. Both men knew it had been great. Matt sat on his chair, and I was shocked by what he did next. Although he smoked dope, we had almost had a fistfight during our first week as roommates over my smoking cigarettes in the room, since he's a swimmer. Now he very casually and professionally lit a big, fat cigar. MAN, did he look hot in his leather, smoking that stogie.

He looked down at his boot toe and saw the load of jizz Harvey had dumped there. I knew fro one of the books in Matt's collection that the one exception to punishing a slave for cumming without permission was is his mouth was stuffed with dick or a gag, making it impossible to ask for permission. And Harvey had cum just from matt's load in his mouth, so it WAS a bit of a compliment.

Matt blew a stream of smoke at hios slave. "You have poor control, boy. We'll work on that if I keep you. Crawl here and clean up your mess, faggot." The eager slave was there I a flash, lapping it up as Matt blew smoke in his face.

Matt grabbed his chin when he was done and lifted his face, he spat in Harvey's face, but he didn't flinch. He knelt there with the spit running down his cheek. Matt nodded. "You have earned a temporary slave collar, shit-head." He picked up a lightweight leather dog collar from his desk, and strapped it around Harvey's neck.

"Thank you, Master."

Tom was moaning. "Wow, what a fucking hot scene." He bounced enough on me suddenly to me to have to make him stop.

I whispered. "It's not over. But I've never seen Matt smoke tobacco before. He must be treating this as special. But you're right. It`s hot."

"Take my boots off, Slave-boi" He obeyed. "Now, worship my feet, Suck and lick my sweaty feet and toes.. Harvey went wild. Matt grinned at me. I knew from experience that Matt would be hard in no time with this treatment. I also knew something else that turned my roommate on even more.

And he order his slave to do it a few minutes later. Matt got up and bent over his desk, his ass in the air. "Eat my fucking butt good. Make it worth my while, you useless lump of shit!" I suspected that Harvey, a dedicated slave, would be an excellent eater of ass, and a grin soon covered Matt's handsome face, but he growled "Can't you do any better than that, you worthless piece of scum?" I guess he could, since soon Matt's dick was dripping precum.

He strutted back to a chair, stogie in his face, and sat, Matt spread his legs and ordered "Clean my sweaty balls, fuck-face!" Harvey went to town with his talented tongue, and Tom began to work on my cock with his ass muscles.

"STAND!" Harvey obeyed, and Matt grabbed the chain connected to Harvey's tits and twisted it until Harvey fell to his knees, begging for mercy. He got it a full minute later as he whimpered, and his dick spurt out precum on Matt's foot.

Matt ordered him to clean that up, and then ordered him to get a paddle for punishment, leaving him to select the one. Tom, who had been cuddling against me all this time, pulled my head forward and began nibbling my ear with passion. Harvey had selected a heavy wooden one with holes in it. Matt had told me when showing me his collection that it was the second most painful of his paddles, and he only let men who really turned him on use it on him. The most painful one he only used on others; he had never had the balls to allow a man to really use it on him, except when he first got it, and then only for a few quick swats which had left him crawling on the floor, begging for mercy. It was that Master from his freshman year who he had originally bought the outfit I was wearing for who gave him the paddle, and had used it one him that one time.

I hugged Tom tightly to me. I whispered the information about the paddle to him. He groaned.

Tom tightened his ass muscles and rode my cock, sighing with contentment. MAN, this guy loved a cock in his ass! Or was it just MY cock? I had not been near him in the backrooms much, so I had not seen if he got fucked a lot, or just sucked dick. The only time I had really noticed him was when he was fucking my future coach.

Harvey took ten very hard whacks of that paddle, counting them out and thanking Matt for each of them. After a rest, he took five more, before begging Matt to stop. He looked Matt in the eye and said. "I own that same paddle, Master. No man has ever forced me to take more than ten, Master."

Matt leaned over and grabbed his slave's head. He gave Harvey a deep kiss, while twisting the tit-chain. "Tomorrow, we'll make it twenty, Boy."

Matt gulped and said "Yes, Master. Whatever you say. Master." Then ginned. "Twenty will be great, if that is what you wish."

Next, Matt ordered him to grease up his pussy. We watched as Harvey lay on the bed and put one greased finger after another into his ass, until he had all 5 in. The two man stared at each other.

Tom whispered "What's going on? Why are they staring like that?"

"Damned if I know, but we're about to find out. Shush."

Matt said. "So, you still want me to make you my Property, boy? Knowing what I will be doing to you to make you MINE? Remember, if we do this, you will always my Slave, or we'll do vanilla-play."

"I am sure, Master. I was sure when I entered the room with the can of Crisco."

Tom whispered. "What does that can of Crisco have to do with it?"

"I have no idea." I answered. "But I think that we're going to find out soon." He bounced on excitement on my dick, and I had to stop him before I shot.

Harvey knelt. "I am your Property, Master. As long as you will have me. Fully knowing that I share you with many other men."

Matt quietly asked. "Have you ever been Property before?"

"No, Master. You are the first man I ever met who I wanted to belong to. You are the man I always wanted to belong to. Since the day I first met you."

"Then I accept you as my Property. " Ordering Harvey to his knees, Matt reached over to his desk, and picked up a few items. One was a heavy leather dog collar with spikes on it, the Slave Collar. Removing the lighter one, he placed this one around Harvey's neck. "This is the sign of your servitude when we are together. Keep it safe."

"I will, Master. Thank you, Master." He bent and kissed Matt's bare feet.

Then Matt had a heavy chain in his hand, which at first looked like steel, but I realized from the glint was silver. He hung it over his slave's neck. "I will now seal you to me permanently as my Property, as you begged me to." He took a small silver lock, and sealed the chain around his neck, loose enough that it would be below his shirt collar, but tight enough that he could not remove it. It looked like very masculine jewelry. He took the key out of the lock, walked over to his pants to put it on his key ring.

He returned to his slave, and held his chin to make him look at his face. "I am going to go one step further, Slave Harvey. I am going to make a gesture that binds me to you, too, as your Master." He put an identical looking chain around his neck. It closed with a clasp that was a big silver key. Obviously, he could remove it at will, but it was a moving gesture. "Stand and close the clasp, Slave. Make me your Master."

Harvey stood and closed the clasp with a loud click. Matt grabbed his head, gave him a deep kiss, then slapped Harvey across the face, throwing him on the bed. Harvey lay back, and pulled his knees up to his ears, a grin of contentment on his face. Matt climbed on the bed between his legs.

Matt rammed into him so hard, Harvey's breath was forced out visibly. I had watched a number of men rough fuck other guys, but never with the energy with which Matt now attacked Harvey's ass. This was the loudest fuck I ever saw or heard. Tom groaned "Damn, that's hot and scary."

They cursed each other; they egged each other on. They spit in each other's faces and pulled so hard on the tit chains that I could see trickles of blood. Both men were moving their hips for maximum penetration. I sometimes got confused from their language as to which was the slave and which was the Master. Harvey was insulting Matt, and Matt was begging Harvey for more. It was WEIRD!

Tom was wiggling around on me, and I had to get him off my cock before I popped. "Do you want to try one of the tit clamps, buddy?" I whispered. "The beginner's model?"

"FUCK, YEAH!"

We realized that a marching band could pass through the room and those two would be oblivious. Matt HAD told me to use any toy I wanted. I also considered a paddle, but decided that the clamps were more than enough for a first time. I took the matched set of "baby" clamps, and then took one of the poppers inhalers off of Matt's end table, since I had left the one he had given me in the closet when I put the leathers on. I was surprised to learn that a glory hole partner had introduced Tom to poppers; he sniffed them greedily as I put the clamps on, but he watched me carefully. Then I sniffed as he did the same to me.

We lay next to each other, kissing, pulling on the chains, and stopping to take a sniff once and awhile. We didn't touch each other`s dicks at all.

After quite a few minutes, we could hear a change in the fucking across the room. We stopped and sat with our arms around each other, and watched as Matt rammed very strongly into Harvey, who, with a passionate yell, shot a load so massive, it actually hit the fucking twelve foot high ceiling! Even from across the room, we could see that although he was rammed totally into Harvey's wildly grabbing ass, cum was spurting out of it from around the plug of Matt's cock as he cursed in Vietnamese. I had heard him do that a few times when shooting a good load jerking off.

I expected them to stop. Harvey just cried our: "Make me your property, Master. Take me all the way. You KNOW what I need, Sir. I`m begging you, Master. Make me your Property for real."

They were not totally oblivious of us; they rearranged themselves so that we had a good view. Matt reached over and grabbed the can of Crisco, popping open the top. He scooped up a big glob of it and pushed it in Harvey's hot, cum dripping ass. He added more Crisco as he added more fingers.

When four of Matt's fingers were working into Harvey's hot ass while he was sniffing the poppers and screaming in joy, Tom said "Fuck sitting in the balcony - I want front row seats!" He dragged me to sit on the floor next to Matt's bed. Harvey turned and smiled at us. Matt winked at Tom, who shivered. He told me later he felt like Matt was telling him he was next, and at that point, wasn't too sure he wanted Matt to ever just plain fuck him, even though he had been hot for Matt's cock when we got to the room. Tom cuddled against me. It felt nice. I put my arm around the smaller jock.

We watched with open mouths as Matt's thumb folded in and entered, and then his whole hand slowly entered into Harvey's astonishingly stretched ass ring. He used more Crisco to grease up his wrist and forearm. Then his wrist entered, and the ring snapped around it.

Matt gave a cry of triumph; Harvey had tears in his eyes, but he moaned "MORE!" and for the next five minutes, Matt's forearm slowly sunk into Harvey's butt. Both men appeared to be in a trance. Matt moved his arm in and out. Finally, after about a half hour of this, Harvey muttered with regret, "Enough, Master. Enough for tonight. Enough for your Boy's first time."

The withdrawal took just about as long. Tom and I had both gotten soft; the entire thing was frightening and at the some time exciting. When Matt began the withdrawal, Tom got up to get us some beers. To our surprise, Matt barked, "Yeah, get us a couple, too, kid." They both sipped beer for five minutes as Matt's arm and hand slowly reappeared. Harvey seemed to have a little pain as the widest part of the hand was pulled out, but his soft cock shot out a spurt of clear goop so large that many young men would envy it as an orgasm, which ended up showered Tom and me. Matt used a big towel to wipe off his arm and hand.

Matt cuddled up behind Harvey, and slipped his now hard dick back into him slowly. They cuddled that way. Harvey murmured "Thank you far making me you Boy, Master. Forever Your Property!"

I wondered about that; I knew that Matt was commitment phobic. Skeptical, I asked "Matt, are you actually going to be lovers with him now? YOU? Master Matt 'I don't believe in relationships' Slater?"

It was Harvey who answered. "I am Master Matt's Property for as long as he wants to keep me, Ike. It was ME who wanted to be the Slave. I was the one who offered myself to him earlier tonight. Matt is still a free agent; I'm the one who gladly gives up my freedom. Master Matt can order me to have sex with any man, or he can tell me I am free to play on a night when he doesn't require me or want me. He can order me to periods of celibacy. I told Master Matt when I had my first talk with him that I fell for him the first time I saw him, but I believed his lies about Sheila, too. If I had known he was gay, but knew he wasn't into rough sex, I would gladly have been his lover and given up the rough stuff I've loved since I was 16. We got everything straightened out earlier, when I got back here from the Rusty Spike. I didn't even go to my room, just knocked on the door. I think Matt might have told you we had a long talk, and then he sent me away to rest, so he could think about my request; to be made be his Property. He had told me what he would do to mark me as his Property, and although being fist fucked was the one thing I have never let ANY man do to me before, I agreed to think about that as his condition. I even know that he has a vanilla date tomorrow night with his little fuck buddy downstairs, who I've also had vanilla sex with a few times, Ralph Williams."

Tom looked at me. "Williams? Is he a relative, Ike?"

Harvey said. "Why? Is your last name Williams, too, Ike?" I nodded. "So is mine. From Williams County?" I grinned. "Tom, are YOU from Williams County?

He shook his head. "Lincoln County. That's two counties over."

I laughed. "Ah, so you don't know that over a quarter of the population of this county, and a good portion of the folks in the surrounding counties, have the last name Williams? My three or four times great-grand father, Jeremiah Stockton Williams I, was the first settler of the county. One of his sons, Jeremiah II, founded our dear old Williams' College. The first Jeremiah was a horny old goat. He had a wife who he had ten sons and four daughters with, and after he fucked HER to death, he married a 16 year old girl when he was in his 60's, and had another seven sons and three daughters with her. He was 93 when he died. I'm descended from the second wife."

"But that's not all. He had two free black mistresses; the Williams family never kept slaves. And all their children, mostly sons, were named Williams. He had three or four white mistresses, and would support them and their bastards if they named their kids Williams. He even 'married' a Native American chief's daughter and had about a dozen Williams brats with HER. He also had a few one time bastards floating around with lonely widow ladies. So there are a lot of Williams in this county who I am only very distantly related to. His descendants by his bastards are as proud of him as his legitimate descendants."

Harvey laughed. "Jeremiah wasn't the only one to leave a trail of bastards. My family is descended from a bastard son of a son from his first marriage. Jeremiah II, who founded this college, actually. So Ike and I ain't even kissing cousins. Unless Master Matt orders me to kiss his ass?" He smirked and Matt swatted his ass. "I wouldn't play genealogy with Ralph, by the way. I tried it, and he got really upset. He finally admitted that HE himself is a bastard. Barely knew his old man, who is dead now." I nodded. "His brother goes here, too. He's his roommate, in fact, and also gay. I've never met him."

Matt said "I only met him really quick once. A big guy, nothing like Ralph at all. A bit of an asshole, I thought."

"So, are you keeping you date tomorrow night with my perhaps cousin downstairs, Matt?" I teased.

Harvey said "Actually, he might be closer related than we think. He could practically be your twin, now that I've seen you naked. Uh, except he has a slightly bigger dick. Slightly. And you are a bit hairier. A tiny bit. Other than that, you two could pass as brothers, perhaps even twins. He's about your age, too."

Matt said "He's right. I told you that I began fucking around with him because he looked just like you. The first time you and I had sex, I was astounded by how similar you both are. You even make similar noises during sex. You look more like his brother than his real brother does. So I bet you ARE cousins. Got any horny uncles who might have cheated on their wives?"

I shrugged. "My dad's family all died when he was very young. He was the sole survivor in his immediate family of the 1918 Spanish Flu epidemic. He was brought by up some cousins. He never knew very much about his immediate family. Or at least, he never really talked about them."

Harvey looked at me. "You can tell me to drop dead, but.."

"Yes, I DID use the past tense. Dad died when I was a junior in high school. But I was a late life child, so he was 60 when I was born and 76 when he died. I almost killed my mom when I was born, and she`s been in delicate health all my life, and still is going on 65. Now, can we stop talking about the Williams clan? Unless you have someone interesting to tell us about, Harvey? A gangster or a hero?"

He shook his head, laughing. Matt said. "I see no reason NOT to keep my date with Ralph, especially since his brother is away. Now, since my slave boy here has admitted to fucking my boyfriend," we all laughed, "I think I can persuade Ralph to have a three way. We HAVE discussed it in the past, and he would like to try one. So a man who he's already had sex with should be perfect. We'll just leave the real Slave Collar upstairs, Boy."

"Yes, Master."

"And it will be vanilla play, so you are free to play with me as an equal. Unless Ralph knows about your.. tastes?" Harvey shook his head. "Then we're equals with him. If he asks about the necklaces, we tell him we're a sort of couple, but not a strictly monogamous one. Which is basically the truth. I hereby give you permission to play with him if he wants, to avoid any kind of questions. His brother too, if he turns you on. But right now, they are the only men I`m giving you open permission to fuck with vanilla. Oh, and Ike, since he brought us together, and is right here."

I grinned. "Good, because I have a date tomorrow night who is kind of shy, and if I bring him back, I would like an empty room."

Matt sighed. "I already promised to make myself scarce, Ike. But now I promise to be gone until noon. OK?"

I laughed. "You'll probably be meeting him very soon. This is the other swim team member I was telling you I met. He's willing to meet another gay member of the team, too. It's just that, well, he's never gone on a date with a man before, and I sort of tricked him into this date, so I'd like to make it special for him, even if we don't fuck again. We had a great time at the glory holes, so I don't see why we shouldn't end up in bed." They laughed, and turned over to cuddle. Harvey's stretched asshole looked like a Tunnel of Love!

Matt and Harvey were soon dead to the world, wrapped in each other like lovers.

Finishing our beers, Tom dragged me back to bed. He wanted me to finish fucking him the bed. I smirked as I realized he was jealous of my date the next night! I made slow, deliberate love to him until he began to plead with me to fuck him harder. I rolled over, and told him "You take over. Sit on my pecker and fuck yourself as hard as you need it." He grinned as he began to bounce up and down. I bent forward and managed to catch most of his prick in my mouth, and he stopped as I began to suck on the head and some of the shaft.

It wasn't the best blow job either of us had ever been involved in, but the fact that it was going on while we were connected by my dick in his tight, grabbing ass made it HOT! I could feel the spasms of his orgasm start, and soon was drinking his load. He bounced up and down on me a few dozen times after I let his dick go, and I shot a load in his ass. After the night we had had, it was not a spectacular load, but it was a nice one.

We rearranged ourselves on the bed, and I slipped back into his ass as I grabbed his naked body to me. I whispered in his ear in an affectionate tone as I gave his ass a sharp slap. "You are a jealous fucking asshole, buddy-boy! Get this through your thick, stupid cute head, or I'll have to beat you up on campus: you will ALWAYS be my special buddy. It was sort of sweet to realize you got jealous hearing about my date tomorrow night. But tomorrow MORNING is when we have to start to convince the entire campus that although our faces look like shit, we are the best of buddies. It has to start at breakfast. So get a good night`s sleep, my special buddy." I kissed his ear as he sighed and tightened his ass muscles around my softening prick to let me know he got the message.

Inside I moaned. Another missed chance to hook up with the hot redhead I keep flirting with in the dining hall. One or the other of us is always with someone. Well, if I see him alone at breakfast, I'm inviting him over! Even if it causes Tom to have a jealous fit. I'll figure SOMETHING out.

I just HAD to meet that redhead from the dining room.

But that is another story.

This chapter of "The Glory Hole Sagas", and all previous chapters are:

Copyright 2006 , revised 2010 "Ike"

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author who can be contacted at oldtimer25@gmail.com

Note: With this chapter, I have run out of the original stories, and I will now be writing totally original material, so the adding of new chapters will slow down a bit. I have extensive notes on the way I plan for the way rest of the story will go, and it is planned through the rest of "Ike's" school year - and we've still in OCTOBER, guys!