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At the end of the day I sat at the table waiting for either of the two boys to come home. I had several bags of jockstrap and collars. And I had gotten additional stuff.
I learned from the salesperson that a 'bottom' and especially a 'sub' (terms I had seen on the internet when I searched for leather collars and jockstraps the night before), terms that were weird for me but which I guess I now was for these boys, usually wears a leather wristband on his right wrist to signal his position. So I got one of those.
They had different harnesses that would cross my hairy chest and I got some of those. I even got one harness that an extra strap that went down you stomach to a chrome ring you put around your cock. So I got that.
The salesperson said I couldn't return any of these, and they were by no means cheap (especially when consider how little clothing was involved) but I had gotten so caught up in what the salesperson recommended I decided to purchase them anyway. If this was an elaborate joke my Terry, who did like to jock around, then it was on me.
I spend almost the full month's rent the two boys had paid me to get clothes that basically confirmed something I wasn't convinced I was, a 'bottom' or a 'sub'. I didn't even know if I was actually gay.
I had planned on showing these things to Terry. It was he who had told me to get them. If it was a joke, he could have his laugh and aside from my pride and some cash it would be over. If it wasn't a joke, then I would finally get to see Terry in his sexy nylon neon boxer-briefs and maybe even got to suck his Asian cock, perhaps see him naked.
My cock stated to harden as I drove home thinking about it. OK maybe I was at least bi. I had been sniffing Terry's dirty underwear (which was never dirty enough for my liking) and been jacking off every night looking at naked and underwear clad Asian boys, thinking about Terry as well as the boys in the pictures.
I hadn't jacked off thinking about a woman. In fact, I was only jacking off looking at Asian boys. I was developing a thing for Asian boys that went beyond Terry. Maybe I was gay.
While I hoped Terry was home and couldn't wait to show him what I had bought in the hopes getting to suck his cock was a real thing, I didn't want Mohamed to see them.
I didn't want to face the Egyptian boy after what he had done to me. Facing him with all sort of leather clothing with the common theme that it all left my ass exposed would be asking for him to do it again.
I was prepared to get fucked again by Mohamed if it meant I got to suck Terry's cock (an amazing twice a day he had suggested). But if Terry wasn't serious and Mohamad learned I had bought this gear he would think he could fuck my ass anytime he wanted. I knew I didn't want to give him that licence.
I didn't know if I ever wanted to be fucked again. It had hurt when he had raped me. Though, if I was being honest, I did get hard sniffing his underwear and I did get hard licking his cock when he was done. I even shot a massive load just after what had been a painful humiliating experience.
I would wait until I could get Terry alone and show him what I had bought. If it turned out he was joking that would be the end of it. If he was serious then I would get to suck his cock, something I desperately wanted to do. Only after that would I have to figure out if I would sign on to rest, like wearing these outfits in my own home, doing chores and especially whether or not ever let myself again being fucked by Mohamed.
I assumed no one was home and even if they were, Mohamed always stayed in the basement and Terry usually in his room or, if not, quietly working at the dinning room table. I could then peel him off to my bedroom and show him what I had bought and find out if he had been serious, maybe even suck him off right then and there. I desperately wanted to see him in his underwear and check out his cock.
When I walked into the condo, to my surprise, it was Mohamed who was working at the dinning room table. I hadn't seen him since he stole my virginity. He always stuck to the basement and I couldn't imagine he would want to face me after what he had done.
"Are those for me," said Mohamed, flashing me a big smile.
He looks so innocent when he smiles. It is hard to believe he had forced himself on me and made my lick his cock afterwards.
"I went shopping for Terry," I said. I wasn't entirely sure Terry had discussed the 'plan' with him and if he hadn't I didn't want to open a can of worms that I could still keep closed.
"Its for both of us. Let's see what you got," he said, pushing out a chair with his foot for me to sit next to him at the dinning room table.
Reluctantly, one by one, I pulled out the leather pieces and showed them to him. I was so regretting I had gotten carried away. By going beyond what I had been asked to get I was sending a signal I was into their plan and I didn't know that I was.
"So I think most of this we won't be using right away," said Mohamed. "Terry is kinda vanilla. He only agreed to the jock and the collar because I told him it would be a 'proper uniform' for our 'house boy."
'Vanilla', is that what you call someone who doesn't force themselves on you, shoving their cock up your ass and fucking you even though you are in pain? I didn't say anything.
"I like these three jockstraps," said Mohamed. "They have pouches that unsnap. When we are alone I will remove the pouch, not because I want to see your cock but because I like knowing you are soft while I fuck you. It turns me on you aren't enjoying it."
Who was this boy? He was so kind and sensitive when I met him. He was quiet and kept to himself. I even thought he was shy. Where did this vicious streak come from?
"Terry will the pouch in place or one of the jockstraps that don't have a snap-able pouch," said Mohamed. "Neither of us want to see your old man cock but he would probably be grossed out if he saw it. And we both want him part of this if only to split the rent."
I thought to myself, the only reason I am considering this is because I want to suck Terry's cock and see him undressed as often as I can. If Terry wasn't part of this I wouldn't be part of this. But against I kept quiet.
Mohamed clearly saw himself in charge and having experienced his roughness I didn't want to do anything to put him off, not when it actually seemed like I was going to get to suck Terry's cock.
"So these jocks and these collars are the ones you wear when Terry is around," said Mohamed, gathering up the rest. "Go put one of these on. The rest I will keep and I am sure we can find a use for them when we are alone."
My worst fears had been realized. By getting caught up in the moment and buying additional gear I had signaled to Mohamed I was willing to be fucked and used by him.
I reluctantly took the jocks and collars he had handed me into my bedroom and put on a black leather jock with red trim and a matching black and red leather collar. The fact I am only in two pieces of clothing doesn't mean I can't be fashionable.
I felt so exposed.
Mohamed has seen me in a bathrobe. Well, he has basically seen me naked when he had caught me jacking off and pushed the back of my bathrobe up to fuck me. Nevertheless, I was so nervous coming out of the bedroom wearing only the collar and jock.
"Come he," he ordered, as I slowly emerged from the bedroom.
I walked across the kitchen, which my bedroom door opens onto, to the dinning room where Mohamed was sitting.
I held my hands in front of the pouch of my jock. While my cock was covered I felt embarrassed being in the jock. Even though I was just as embarrassed at him seeing my hairy chest, stomach (which is not toned) and legs.
"Turn around," he ordered.
I turned so my back, and bare ass, was facing him.
Mohamed reached out and grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands.
If I felt exposed before I felt more so as he spread my cheeks and looked at my hole.
"Terry told you I will be fucking you regularly," he said, less as a question than as a statement.
When he didn't saw anything I realized he was waiting for an answer and said a quiet "yes".
"Was that your first time," he asked.
I nodded, too embarrassed to answer out loud.
"You felt like a virgin, nice and tight," Mohamed said. "But Terry said you were gay, you had been sniffing his underwear and I caught you sniffing mine."
I didn't know how to answer.
Mohamed didn't seem to care how I answered that one. He finished inspecting my hole and stood up.
"We need to christen your new outfit," said Mohamed, who undid his jeans and pulled his big cock out, which was already hard. "That seems the Christian thing to do" he added with a laugh.
"I am an atheist," I said nervously.
"Figures," he answered. "Dining room table?"
"I guess," I responded nervously, figuring he was asking me if I wanted to be fucked bent over it. "This is only my second time." I then added "I don't even know if I like it."
"That was obvious when you were crying," he retorted. "I had my first time when I was 10. You will get used to it."
Had he been fucked at such a young age? Was this part of his culture?
Suddenly I found myself not scared or resentful but accepting. This was something that was part of him. Whether it was just his bizarre childhood or something bigger, this is what he thought was normal. That is probably why he was so rough because showing sensitivity meant it was something more than fucking an available hole. It was probably why he wanted to know I was soft. If I was hard and enjoying it that might make it 'gay sex'.
I bent over the dinning room table, my bare ass framed by my new jockstrap, ready to be fucked.
"This time I will use some oil," said Mohamed.
I found myself pleased he was being so generous as he walked into the kitchen, got some vegetable oil, and put some on his cock.
I watched, bent over the table, as he applied the oil to his cock. It was an impressive penis. It was proportional, with the head just slightly bigger than the shaft, not with a huge head as I had imagined when he raped me a few days before.
His cock glistened once the oil was applied, accentuating his golden brown skin. It still looked so big, sticking out of his open jeans, his blue jockeys pushed down under his ample balls, causing them to jut forward.
This big penis was going to be shoved in my ass again. I was going to get fucked for the second time in my life by this university student's young Egyptian super-sized cock.
As he positioned his cock at my hole and pushed I realized the oil didn't make any difference in terms of the pain or the friction of his cock. It only made it easier for him to slide in. But I could feel every inch of his skin, every vein and every curved.
I imagined lube would give me a slight barrier between my hole, the lining of my rectum and his big cock. Though his cock was so big I would likely always feel every inch as it slid it in.
I tried to relax as the head entered my hole and slid up my rectum until he was buried all the way in, his balls pressing against the back of my ass.
Then he took hold of my hips and began to fuck.
I was given no time to get used to it. I grabbed hold of the edge of the table and held on.
There was a big foreign object up my ass. I don't know if I would ever come to get used to that let alone come to like it. But the pain was much less than the first time he had raped me. I was now accepting that this was going to happen frequently and while I wasn't liking it, I wasn't hating it either.
Someone or some people had done this to Mohamed as a boy and now he was doing it to me. This is what he knew to do. It was his normal, and now it was my new normal.
Part of me wanted to please this young Middle Eastern boy who probably just saw this as something men did. I could think of worse things to do and I did find him attractive. His golden brown skin must look nice against my while ass as he stood behind me thrusting his manhood into my ass.
Could I learn to like this? Part of me wanted to see what we looked like, me bent over the table in a jock and collar and him with his young brown cock pulled out of his open jeans buried deep up my older ass.
Half way through fucking me he ripped off the cup of my jock and felt my cock to see if I was soft. Even though he had told me he was going to do that it still took me by surprise.
For me it was humiliating. I always thought my cock was average (seemed to be in the locker room in high school) but with his big cock up my ass it felt puny and the fact it was exposed sticking out of the front of a jock with the codpiece removed made me feel even smaller.
He un-cupped my cock and balls, which had fit in his hand, leaving my little soft cock and balls to sway in the air exposed under me as he pounded my ass.
Finding me soft seemed to turn him on more and he fucked my ass harder, really pounding it, and before long he was tensing and cumming in my ass.
As I could feel his cock spewing cum into my ass I was struck by the position I was in. I was wearing only a leather collar and leather jock, with the front removed, my soft cock and balls exposed, bent over my own dining room table, bare assed framed by a jockstrap, getting cum dumped into me a university student.
This was my second fucking. I was no longer a virgin. The first time I had thought of as rape. This time it was as painful and rough but I had willingly bent over my table to get fucked. I had been fully broken in.
Both times I had been fucked was from behind (though I was less pinned this time). I was about to taking the second load of Mohamed's cum up my ass. I was actually pleased at this fact.
Mohamed was gorgeous and part of me was happy I was bringing him pleasure.
Maybe I would come to like being fucked by this Middle Eastern boy with a big cock.
I could feel Mohamed's cock pulse again and again as he continued to shoot his load deep inside me. I loved the idea of this. He was shooting cum up my ass.
In spite of the fact he had just fucked me hard and that it had hurt, I was thrilled this boy was cumming in my ass.
I found myself squeezing my ass around his big cock, wanting to help him force his cum up out of his balls and deep in my bowels.
As Mohamed pulled out I heard the front door open.
I scrambled to find the front of the jock so I could snap it back in place and hide my cock from Terry. Not that I was embarrassed at Terry seeing my small cock, the way I had felt when Mohamed has just now felt it. Terry was probably the same size or smaller than me being Asian (I would hopefully find out soon). I just didn't want him to see my 'old man cock' as Mohamed had called it in case he was grossed out and got turned of the 'plan' the boys had come up with. If he did, then I would have just gotten roughly fucked for no reason.
That and I had started to harden as Mohamed began to cum in my ass and I was embarrassed by the fact. It meant I had actually liked it.
Getting the front snapped back in place over my semi-hard cock, I realized how exposed I still was. I had covered my cock but I was still just in a jockstrap and collar. Even though Terry had been the one who told me to buy this outfit I wanted to run to my room and hide. I felt so naked, more so since my ass was sore from having just been fucked.
My hands instinctively went to cover myself, with one covering the front of my jock and the other trying to cover my naked upper body.
Mohamed was less shy. He made no move to put his cock back in his pants.
I suspected he wanted Terry to see his big piece of meat. It was impressive and it was still hard and shiny with oil and other juices. It glistened in the light. He probably also wanted Terry to know he had just fucked me right there in the dinning room.
When Terry came into the dinning room he couldn't help but glance at Mohamed's still exposed shiny cock, realizing to my embarrassment that I had just been fuck by Mohamed. Nevertheless, the conversation quickly became about me.
"What do you think of our 'boy's' uniform," Mohamed asked, slowly putting his cock back in his jeans and doing them up.
How am I a 'boy', I don't get that.
Terry looked me up and down, making me feel even more exposed and vulnerable.
"That works," he said.
"He seems to like his new roll," Mohamed said. "He not only eagerly bought this and some other outfits we didn't ask for, he was eager to put one on and get fucked."
While it was true I had gotten caught up buying outfits, I was hardly eager to put one on and get fucked. Mohamed knew this. In fact, he had checked to see if I was hard while he fucked me and seemed to get off on the fact I definitely didn't like getting fucked. It had been Mohamed who had insisted on fucking me.
"If you are so eager to put out plan in effect, then why weren't you in my room this morning, sucking my cock," asked Terry.
Well perhaps it is because I wasn't eager for you plan. While I may not want 'all' of the elements of your 'plan', I knew in my heart I did want to suck you and I was too nervous to open your bedroom door. What if you hadn't been serious? I wanted that part of the plan too much, that I would have been heart broken if it had been just a joke to out me as 'gay' (something I am not convinced I am). I didn't answer.
"You can make up for it now," Terry said, turning and heading to his bedroom.
OMG, this is real. I am going to get to suck Terry's cock. This I actually was eager to do. Maybe Terry was right. Maybe I was gay and had just never realized it.
End of part 4