Lovers By Nathan Harvey
The first hassle of my day was with that smart-ass security guard at the front door. He kept waving people in until it was my turn to pass his desk. He called me over to show my badge and identification. He was a real bozo as he examined my ID smirking and calling me one of the new boy wonders they'd hired from college. He was a real pain in the ass. On the other hand standing that close to him I couldn't help but notice his strong physical appeal, That dude must really work out to get a body like that. His silver badge projected out from his massive chest and his nametag called even more attention to his physique. If it weren't for that dam sour expression he would be a good-looking fellow.
I had mastered most of the names and faces of my fellow workers. The first few weeks of a new job are always hard for me. I don't have that wonderful memory some people do for faces and names. For me getting introduced to the whole department at once was quite a strain on my memory. I started to get a good feel like I might be breaking down some barriers when three young fellows asked me to join their coffee clutch. One morning while we were sitting around sipping our brews they asked me if I'd had a run in with the `Blue Terror' yet. They went on to explain the company had to have a security guard now because of some of the classified documents they had begun to process for the Government. The company had to bring this joker in from some Chicago security firm to protect the office and its files. He wasn't a company employee so he could act anyway he wanted to the employees without reprisal. Everyone had run-ins with him at one time or another and he seemed to think all young guys working here were wimps or fagots and the women were whores. Well at least I felt better knowing the guard hadn't singled me out to persecute.
It was after five and the department had emptied out and the floor was getting dark. It had been one hellish day and I had stayed later than usual getting my accounts in order. Switching off my desk lamp to leave, I worked my through neat curved rows of boring metal desks and tables finally reaching the elevators. I wondered if after the excitement and newness of this job wore off how long I would be able to stick out the dull life of an accountant. At least I was working with a young crowd. There had to be more to life than bookkeeping and porno flicks. The gay life in this little berg seemed impossible. La Porte had just one slightly Gay bar in the lobby of one of the hotels. Everyone was too afraid to pick anyone up for fear of someone seeing them walk out with a man. The only thing in my life l enjoyed around here was spending Sundays quietly fishing on Fish Lake to the south of town. I began to think that the only way I was going to get any sexual relief was to drive into Chicago on the weekends.
Standing there in a pool of light waiting for my elevator I became aware of the growing darkness spreading around me. I was beginning to get impatient for that damn elevator. I was brought back to reality when the bell and red light suddenly activated and the silver elevator door slid open. The bright lights of the elevator blinded me for a moment. Then I saw this large figure standing there with a gun in his hand. It scared the shit out of me and I damn near fainted. Staggering backward and loosing my balance he seized me by the arm and steadied me. Struggling against his iron grip I saw it was the security guard. With a scowl on his face he asked asked, "What the Hell are you doing here at this time of night". Grabbing my arm and pulling me into the light giving me the once over he treated me like a piece of garbage. He had me scared shitless and all I could do was mumble that I'd stayed late on my own time to finish up a delinquent account. He walked around me sizing me up like a piece of sale merchandise at a thrift store.
Asking for my identification he began to pat me down for a weapon and stolen property. As he ran his hands roughly over my body I was getting the strange notion that he was looking for a weapon of a different size and shape than any gun. The last place he checked out was my groin and he damn near squeezed my nuts off. I realized it then this bozo was feeling me up. For a small town hick he was a horse of a different color. He belonged in a Marine boot camp hassling recruits. Straightening, he touched the bill of his cap smartly and said I was free to go and that he would escort me to the front door and let me out. Stepping in front of me he led me into the elevator and then through the dark corridors of the main floor with his flashlight. In the dim light I could make out those broad shoulders dropping down to a tiny waist. His firm little bubble butt pumped and swayed with a delightful rhythm and he strode smartly down the long corridor to the main entrance. For all his iron and fire he was one sweet looking stud. Turning he warned me about staying after hours without notifying security. It was company policy to check out all personnel that stayed past closing.
Reaching the door he turned and offered to buy me a drink at Harry's as an apology for ruffing me up. He said he would be off duty in thirty minutes and would meet me at six. Looking at that mean fucker my first reaction was spending an evening with him was the last thing I wanted to do. I had nothing better to do and if it would make things easier for me to get along with him why the fuck not. Walking over to Harry's bar I figured I might as well have a look around while I was waiting for my sadistic hunk. Taking a seat at the bar I ordered a gin and tonic with a twist. Surprised by the size of the drink they served, the bartender said it was the cocktail hour special. Sitting there sipping at my drink I had a chance to check the crowd out. I noticed that it was a rather strange group with lots of middle-aged men sitting one-on-one with young men, even some that almost looked like boys. Then I realized Harry's was a gay bar. I wondered how I'd overlooked this place. Everyone there seemed to be preoccupied with checking each new patron out as they walked in the door. When my guard came in a hush fell over the place as soon as they recognized him.
Spotting me at the bar he smiled and joined me laughing and saying his uniform always got that reaction whenever he came in here. He just loved to scare the hell out of these fagots. Looking up at him I wondered if he got much enjoyment out of being such a mean son of a bitch. From the way he pawed me I suspected he had bed more than a few men in his day. We had a few drinks and I began to get uneasy with some of his comments. Pleading a headache from the stress of my long day I left him in a hurry. Work progressed in the usual way and I started to think I was going to like it here. I would see my security guard from time to time and he always seemed to have that mean look on his face. If I encountered him when I was alone he still always gave me a hard time. When our eyes would meet he would move his hand down to his crotch with a lewd smirk on his face. It seemed he would go out of his way often to find me and repeat this kind of encounter. He wasn't the kind of person one could forget easily. I would picture that handsome brooding face with those pouting lips and of course that great basket of his. I was afraid of him, but he was becoming my fantasy officer lover. I had been thinking about him all day one Friday and decided to stop at Harry's bar to see if that was his regular haunt.
Entering the dark bar I headed for a small booth toward the rear of the room where I could watch everyone coming in. Nodding to the bartender as I passed, he acted as if he remembered me and asked if I wanted the usual. The bartender, who was really cute, brought my drink to the table, and asked if my lover that cute hunk in the uniform was joining me. Stammering I said I wasn't sure. I wondered what in hell that guard had told them after I left. As I sipped my drink I was soon looking up at the face of my Guard who took it for granted I wanted him to sit. Swinging a chair around from a nearby table, he made himself comfortable and we fell into conversation about things in general. But kept steering the conversation to sex. No matter what I would start talking about we kept going back to sex. Eventually he pushed the chair back to the other table and slid into the booth next to me. Sliding me over he kept crowding me. Massaging his crotch as he pushed me over he said he was one of those studs that were born to fuck. He liked to screw anything, but he really liked fucking men the best because he could beat the shit out of them if they resisted him.
Moving his leg hard against mine he was pulling no punches. He told me he liked the looks of my ass and reaching across my leg began to feel me up. That's all it took, as soon as he felt my rod he knew I was hot for him. This guy had a body designed for sex and if he ever warmed up I knew I would love to play on his instrument.
Smiling that cruel crooked smile as he got up to leave he told me to follow him if I wanted to get the fuck of my life. Smitten by his manner and horny as hell I stopped by the bar to pay my check. The bartender smiled saying, "You two boys have a great weekend." and gave me a knowing wink. It was just a few short blocks to his room in one of those converted old Victorian homes. Using his key in the main door we entered a small dark hall we climbed several flights of stairs. Opening a large oak door to led me into his room. I was stunned by all of the chrome and glass furniture. It was like stepping into an operating room. The only color in the room was the black leather on the sofa and a modern painting of a war scene. This guy was really something else again. Hesitant and afraid of what I'd gotten myself into I turned to leave. He had been standing just behind me and while he still had his cap, the shirt of his uniform was unbuttoned exposing his chest and firm abs. His pants had begun to slip to his knees exposing his hard cock glistening with pre cum. Quickly kicking off his boots he stepped out of his pants and shrugged off his shirt. "Take it all off" were his only works as he moved toward me.
I was now afraid for my safety. Shaking in fear I stripped my clothes off on the spot dropping them all around me. Commanding me to eat him I fell to my knees in shame and humiliation. He advanced toward me holding his meat in his hand. Putting it to my lips I let my mouth slip onto his meat slowly. He had different ideas. He grabbed my head and forced me to ingest his whole rod in one giant thrust. Then he began to moan and flex his butt pulling his cock back he began to fuck my mouth. Becoming more excited as he slid in and out of my mouth he got more violent and dropping to his knees, forced me under him never letting up on his vicious rape. The brutality of it all inflamed my mind and turned me on. Opening my throat even wider and raising up to get even more of his meat as he pumped me he was quick to feel my acceptance of his domination. Now he slowed his movements to delay his organism he was content with his cock deep in its warm tight shelter of my mouth. Then beginning that slow grinding movement moving his meat around in my throat his balls began banging my chin as his pubic hair covered my face. Sucking on his meat and breathing breathed in his manly scent I managed to reach up an play with his balls.
Unable to hold off any longer he began to shoot volumes of sperm deep into me. Sucking hard I tried to milk every drop out of him. Pulling out of me he said this weekend I was going to get all the meat I could handle. Then hanging his balls in my face I began to suck and lick at them and pull them into my mouth to suck on them. Pleased with this attention he slid down my chest and began to ruthlessly twist my nipples with his fingers. As the pain increased I begged him to stop, but that spurred him on to continue pinching and twisting answering, "Only if you eat my ass."
Pleading with him I said I would do anything if he would only stop. I stuck out my tongue for him to see that I would do anything and finally releasing my nipples he knelt over my face. Lowering himself so I could eat his ass he started squirming and pushing down on me until I realized he wanted me to fuck him with my tongue. I began in earnest to try to satisfy him. I was terrified of him, yet more excited, and hotter than I'd ever been with anyone else. The rougher he became the hotter I got, wanting his body and gratefully accepting his cruelty to get it. His meat was not big but it was fat and hard. With the speed and force at which he ravaged me I felt my body yielding to his every wish, my mind accepting his every command. He used my body without any tenderness or warmth like I was just a receptacle for his pleasure. This realization began to make me feel hatred for him more than passion. My guard was a cruel sex machine with only one thought-- self-satisfaction. I licked and sucked and as he moved back I sucked in his balls and began to massage them with my tongue. Satisfied he rolled over on his back and began to spread his legs demanding I rape him.
Stunned and sore from his vicious attack on my body I scrambled to lift his legs to expose his tight little asshole. Excited beyond my endurance by the roughness of his attack on me, and driven with a desire to get even, I sank my cock deep up his ass. Without any preparation, no tenderness, I jammed the full extent of my ten inch cock deep into him with just one vicious thrust. I then started slamming my rod into him, my hips pounding on his ass with all the might I could muster because I wanted to cause him as much pain as possible. As I lunged forward in my vicious attract he looked up at me with his eyes wide and filled with pain, tears streaming down his face. He had always been the aggressor and now he was the one being raped. It was then that I sank as deep as possible into him and filled him with my lust and passion jerking and quivering as I emptied my balls. I remained hard deep in his body and as we lay there and kept grinding his ass making him beg for mercy. Then finally pulling out so quickly that room was filled with the suction noise of my exit from his ass.
Dropping his legs and sliding up his chest and putting my hot slick cock to his lips pushed forcing his mouth open. Once into his mouth I rammed my cock deep into his throat. mouth. His eyes opened in terror as I plunged in and out of him and he gasped and struggled to breathe.
I could read the fear in his eyes as my meat plunged past his palette deep into his throat. I rode his face like the cunt of a back street whore. I was going to get even with this son of a bitch if I had to screw him all night. Finally, after forcing him to take me down his throat, up his ass and eat my ass my final degradation for him was to shove my cock into his mouth and use him as my toilet. I was exhausted, and with my last efforts forced him to take my cum again. Then I simply collapsed. I lay there with him in my arms weeping and kissing me. I was at a loss for words. Here was this big strapping brute--the one that had terrorized me at work forcing me to service him and he took me like a slave obeying his master. Now he was lying in my arms weeping like a baby. Finally he was still, and I got up to dress. Kneeling there naked before me with his head bowed he begged me to stay with him just a little while longer. It was then I realized that I'd rode this beast, l had broken him, and now he belonged to me.
Too exhausted to argue and more intrigued with his latest development, we lay together in his bed and slept. I was startled awake by his calling my name and bringing me a sumptuous tray for breakfast. He'd been up early cooking and baking and had prepared me a gourmet breakfast. Placing it on the bed he then sat and watched as I ate. I was amazed that this amazon and rough cut animal was cooking and serving me like a little fagot. Clearing the breakfast try he returned and had me stretch out on the bed. Then he began massaging my body with scented oils. I was delighted as he rubbed, licked and kissed my body and pampered me like royalty. When he had me well oiled he crawled into bed with me and as our bodies slid together with the oils I experienced the most gentle loving sex I'd ever had.
We began dating on the sly. It would do neither of us any good to have the world know the security guard was consorting with an employee, particularly a gay employee. We would take long drives into the countryside, sometimes even parking at a remote area by Fish Lake. We would sit and neck like lovers until final I would have him in the back seat screwing the hell out of him. Then it would be my turn to play and I would suck him until he screamed for mercy. On long weekends we began driving into Chicago and registering at the Drake. Then we would go to the bars on the near north side and dance. We were in love. We found a new apartment and moved in together having reached that point where we wanted to be a couple. I could never get enough of his sweet tenderness and love. We developed a few games and some times I would make him my slave, beating him and forcing him to submit to me. Other times he would put on his uniform and hand cuff me and treat me like an abused prisoner. However no matter what games we played, we ended up holding each other tenderly making love.
It became apparent to the people at work that something was different about our security guard. He was always smiling and pleasant now. He was the talk of the office since what people had complained about for so long had changed. It was too much for them in this small town and that was our undoing. Eventually we were spotted walking hand in hand and the rumors flew. We were not willing to give each other up so it was only a matter of time until we each turned in our resignations. He has been reassigned to an office building in the loop and I knew I would have no trouble finding another accounting job. We began packing to make our new life in Chicago together.