Meanwhile, Howie had moved around and was standing on the bench on the other side of the table. He held Mike's head for a moment, until Mike opened his eyes. Then he directed Mike's mouth onto his cock. Mike sighed around it and Howie pushed it deep into Mike's mouth, and I was looking up between Howie's legs, seeing his balls swinging as Mike's nose was buried in the skimpy hair at the base of his cock.
That three way action began to take on a life of its own, each scene playing off the other until we were totally lost in lust. I put my head back and sighed. Fuck! Was I glad that Mike was my roommate!
Mike moved on my cock, and each time he came down on it, I pumped up into him. I watched as he continued to work on Howie's cock. I could see it work in his throat, and that was such a turn on that I knew it wasn't going to be much longer for me. Mike adjusted his position and began to take short strokes over one spot, and I could feel what had to be his prostate on the head of my cock.
The friction was building up and I felt the whole thing building. I had talked with Mike about this rush towards orgasm, and he said that is why he wanted me to appreciate it more and learn how to control it. I didn't know about control at the moment. Then in a flash, as the rush began to overwhelm me, I realized that Mike was totally in control again, in control of me, Howie and himself. He was orchestrating the whole thing to please himself!
But I didn't give a fuck - I was there and fell off the edge and plummeted to the abyss, as I began to fill Mike's ass with blast after blast of hot cum, loving the feeling of the warmth of his hole around my cock. I felt the warmth of Mike as he shot between us, covering our stomachs and chests with his cum. Then I looked up and saw that Howie had grasped Mike's head and was pumping away deeply into Mike's mouth, obviously cumming. Mike managed to disengage so that some of Howie's spunk landed on my face. That only caused me to push deeper into Mike and shoot a final blast. I felt Mike's left leg trembling against my side as his muscles and nerves were pushed to their limits.
There was a collective sigh as everyone settled back down from the high. I held Mike still on my cock, not wanting to move. Howie patted Mike's smiling face, and then stepped off of the seat. He bent down, licked his cum off of my face, and then fed it to me in a kiss. That just made Timmy throb a bit more.
Then he whispered in my ear again. I looked into his eyes to make sure he wasn't kidding. I nodded my understanding, but didn't know if I could. I lay there for a moment relaxing and focusing. I needed to anyway, so I relaxed and finally began.
Mike's eyes opened and he looked at me and then smiled widely, as I continued to fill him up with my piss. He stayed clamped around my cock as I emptied myself into him. Such a strange sensation. One that I had never thought of. Howie was one kinky dude, or someone had taught him a bunch of kinky things! And Mike seemed to be enjoying it as well. But then I knew he had a thing for piss!
That made me laugh a bit and Mike looked at me; I shook my head, smiled and concentrated on finishing. Finally there was no more. Mike stayed that way for a bit, and then I guess he had to move and change positions. He kept his ass clamped tightly around my cock as he slid off of me. He moved up from his squat position to stand up and stretch his legs. "Fuck, that was nice!"
He gingerly climbed off of the table and walked a bit away, turned, looked at me and smiled. "Have I told you that you are one hot roommate?!"
I thought for a moment, and laughed, "Well, just a moment ago you were burning me up with the Bengay shit, so I guess you could say I was one `hot' roommate," I said, remembering the burning feeling.
"I mean hot in other ways, asshole. But we can always do that again, if you want."
"Next time you get some too." I said, thinking about putting some on his cock and balls.
"I meant you fucking me, dipshit!" He laughed, and so did Howie.
The look on his face changed. "Be right back!" He stepped slowly down the steps and off to one side of the beach. He used his heel to dig a little pit; then he squatted over it and let the gush flow out. Without embarrassment, he stood when he finished, scooped the sand over the hole with his foot, and then he walked into the lake to rinse off his butt.
When he came back, Howie said, "I think it is time for dinner. Anybody else ready?"
He pulled a BBQ grill onto the beach, poured on some charcoal, then lighter fluid. and then lit it with a swoosh. We went back into the cabin while the coals burned down. Everyone was gathering stuff together. Mike opened the fridge, got out the milk, poured himself a glass, and then brought the glass up around his cock. He sighed.
I laughed and said, "I always wondered how you recharged that thing," pointing to his dick submerged in the milk."
Howie and Mike both laughed, then Mike said, "Just had to cool ole' Max off and this was all I could think of." He stood that way for a bit, then took the glass off, and took a big swallow of the milk. I shook my head and laughed. My roommate!
After all the supplies were gathered and taken outside, I lathered the guys up again with the green goop, first making sure that I knew where the Bengay was. I threatened to use it on their sunburn if they didn't behave. It was quite hilarious - each was red only on one side. "I guess we're going to have to toast the other side tomorrow!"
Howie laughed and said, "I'd much rather have my ass red than a burned dick."
Mike laughed and said, "Anytime you want your ass red, you just drop by our room. I have a nice belt we can use on it. Or hairbrush, if you prefer."
"Promises, promises," Howie chimed in.
By the time they were covered with goop, it was time to begin cooking. Howie took over cooking the hot dogs, while Mike and I laid out the condiments, buns and chips. Mike went in to get drinks, and I had an idea. It really didn't take much work to get Timmy to go along, so when Mike came out, I asked him, "You ready for your hot dog?" I held out a bun with my dick incased in it, spread with mustard and relish.
It took him a second and then he smiled and said, "You bet your ass! Let me have a bite of that!"
I told him to get away, and turned to show Howie, who laughed. I took the bun off and Mike came over and offered to lick up the mustard and relish. I obliged him. It felt so wonderful to have Mike's tongue working on my cock. He made short work of cleaning me up, then he said, "Maybe later I can have some more."
I thought about something they had talked about earlier, "How about some chocolate syrup?"
"With Marshmallow fluff!" Howie added
"I'll fluff you!" I said,
To which Mike added, "Yeah, you would!"
And we all burst out laughing. Howie brought a platter over to the table for the hot dogs, and for a bit we were busy putting our dinners together. Once everyone had a plate with a couple of dogs, chips and a beer, we sat on the edge of the porch and began to eat. I was starving. It had been a long day and lots of activities.
"So do you guys often find that there are guys who will fuck you, but really prefer girls?" I asked, still learning all about this lifestyle.
Howie answered, "Well, I have had guys who seem pretty much that way, just needing a place to get off and not really caring who or what it is. Then I have met some guys who say they like both guys and girls - guys who are bisexual and get turned on by guys and girls. And not only do they fuck, but they like to get fucked as well."
Mike added, "Then there are the guys that call you all kinds of names while they are pounding your ass, then end up begging for you to fuck them." He thought for a moment, "I guess they've just been suppressing their desires, afraid to face what they really want.'
"Course there are guys who don't want to have anything to do with the whole thing. Some are cool about it ^Ö oh that's your thing; you do it and I'll do mine. Then there are those that think you are diseased, crazy, wrong and just sick. Those guys are the ones that go around screaming faggot, and all those great words."
Mike continued, "It just constantly amazes me the variety of men that I hook up with. I mean there is no one "type" of man that likes other men. I have been with jocks, geeks, scholars, frats, tall, thin, thick, hairy or not. It doesn't seem to matter."
"How about married men?" I asked.
Howie laughed. "That doesn't seem to matter at all. I have been with a couple of married guys, and the guys at the bunkhouse have talked about it as well. And some of those guys wanted to be a bottom. I mean they didn't want to be the driver, different than when they are with their wives; they want to be fucked. So it doesn't seem to matter if a man is married or not, or whether he wants to have sex with a man. And it doesn't seem to matter when it comes to being a bottom or a top. I mean some guys want to be a top and some want to only be a bottom, but for others it doesn't matter."
I looked at Mike and asked, "How about the guys who like to control everything? I mean, it doesn't seem to matter with Mike whether he is on the top or the bottom; he seems to control all aspects of it."
Howie answered, "I have noticed that about him, just in the short time I have known him. But I have known others that are the same way - controlling everything, and sometimes it is part of dominating as well. But usually, dominant guys don't like to bottom."
Mike smiled, "Yeah, I get off on getting people off, so I like to be in control. It is such a strange thing when I am not in control, and I haven't experienced it very much or very often."
"I have an idea of how we can work on this issue with you, Mike." Howie had an almost evil smile on his face. "But let's finish dinner and get things cleaned up first."
We each had several hot dogs, chips and a couple of beers. I know I was hungry and it appeared the guys were as well. Howie said, "Let's save dessert for later and relax a bit before we start helping Mike with his issues," he smiled again, and looked at Mike.
We carried the stuff back in and cleaned up. Howie dumped the coals out into a fire pit and added some wood and started up a small campfire. He was stirring it with a metal poker, and he left it in the fire after he moved the wood around.
We reminisced about campfires we had had as kids, and the stories that were told. The more time I spent with these guys the more I was amazed at how many things were the same and how many were different. I mean we had all had campfires with our dads at one time or another, but the stories that were told around the fire were different. Mike's stories were all about ghosts, vampires, and demons, and his brothers worked with their dad to scare the younger boys. Howie's stories were all about hunting and fishing ^Ö the biggest fish, the one that got away, etc. The stories around my campfires were all about wild animals that for some reason had it out for humans. I always went to bed scared to death that they were going to attack our tent.
We laughed as we shared our stories. Then Howie said it was time for the evening's entertainment. We went into the house; I was wondering what was going to happen next.
Howie took us into the living room, and then went in to the bedroom and came back with a black bag. He reached inside and brought out a pair of leather straps. He walked over to Mike, took an arm, and strapped the leather around his wrist and did the same with the other arm. Then he reached in and brought out two more straps and attached these to Mike's ankles. Mike was already beginning to swell as Howie finished buckling the last one.
Howie led Mike over to a spot in the room and raised Mike's right hand over his head, and I then noticed the eye-bolt in the beam, and Howie clipped Mike's wrist to that bolt with a metal clip. I saw Mike's upper lip sprout a mist of sweat as Howie hooked the left wrist to another bolt.
Then he spread Mike's legs apart and clipped those restraints to bolts in the floor. Mike was now stretched out between the four points. He was trying to smile, but I could tell he was just a bit concerned. Neither of them had said anything since the process started. Howie reached into his bag again and came out with a leather strap with a ball on it. I figured out, as he wrapped it around Mike's face, that it was a gag. He fitted it in Mike's mouth and then fastened it at the back. He reached in again and brought out a large piece of leather and put it around Mike's head, covering his eyes. I saw Mike tremble a bit at that.
I was getting hard, just watching him being restrained, thinking what it must be like, and how I would be so helpless and utterly at the mercy of someone else, and be on display, and man...I was getting hot. And I realized what Howie was doing to Mike - he was taking away any control he could possibly have, and leaving everything in someone else's hands. Timmy was up and paying attention.
That didn't go unnoticed by Howie because he said, "You can be next, Tim, if you want." He said it with a smile, and gently. I didn't know how to respond. I sort of nodded and shook my head at the same time. He smiled wider and winked at me.
He reached over and fondled Mike, caressing his cock and balls, making him swell and harden. Mike leaned into the ministrations, and Howie removed his hand.
Howie reached into his bag and pulled out another piece of leather with some chains on it and a single piece of leather about ½" wide. He strapped the narrow strip around Mike's cock and roughly tightened it and then snapped it closed. The leather cock ring made Mike's balls stand out, and his cock so hard and tight it nearly shone.
I heard a muffled sound from Mike; I couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or what.
Howie took the other piece of leather and held it out for me to see. It was a curved piece of leather with snaps along the ends, and one side had little spikes sticking out of it. I wondered where he was going to use that.
He smiled at the curious look on my face, and then reached over and wrapped it around the base of Mike's balls, so that the spikes were facing in toward Mike's balls, and three connected chains hung down. Howie told me it was called a ball parachute. He gripped the top of it and squeezed it down onto Mike's balls. I saw Mike tense up a bit at that.
Howie then reached into his bag and brought out a lead ball. He attached this to the end of the chains and let it hang. It pulled the leather down around Mike's balls and stretched his sack down as well. Mike's dick twitched.
Howie let him stay that way for a while in total silence. I saw Mike tense up at the beginning, and then he relaxed a bit, when I guess he realized that he couldn't do anything about it. I saw him biting down on the gag; then his jaw relaxed.
Howie went outside and came back with the iron rod he used to stir the fire, with the end glowing a dull red. I could tell Mike was smelling something and I smelled it as well. Howie told Mike, "I am going to apply this hot iron to you just below your right nipple. If you hold still it won't hurt."
I wanted to release Mike right then. I felt he had been through enough and didn't want him hurt any more. I started to say something, but Howie looked at me and shook his head.
He walked over and put his head next to my ear, "No sounds; he has to be focusing in on himself and everything that happens to him. He can't be distracted by anything else."
I tried to whisper back, "But.."
He whispered again, "It is not doing any permanent damage and you are not going to believe how he reacts to this before we are done."
I tried once more, "But^Å" I was beginning to get upset and worried for Mike.
Howie must have sensed it, because he put his arm around me, hugged me and whispered again, "Trust me; he will be okay and he will thank me when it is all over."
He reached behind him and brought over something that I didn't see. "Now hold still; it will only hurt for a moment." Mike tensed up and strained against the bonds.
Howie pressed a cube of ice against Mike's chest just below the right nipple, and Mike inhaled and strained against his nipple. I think he was expecting the smell of the burned flesh, because he breathed deeply and then relaxed a bit as Howie removed the ice cube. Mike's arms trembled again.
Howie put the poker into the fireplace and then brought out of his bag a chain with clamps on either end. He applied one first to the left nipple, and I heard Mike inhale sharply, and then he applied it to the right nipple, and Mike again sharply took a breath. The chain hung down and added tension. His nipples stood out white at the end through the clamps.
Howie brought out the tube of Bengay, squeezed out a bit, and spread it along Mike's rigid shaft. After a moment or two, I saw and heard as Mike's cheeks puffed in and out as he tried to breath through the searing heat that had to be hitting his cock. But the head of his cock swelled and stretched and a drop of precum formed at the head.
Again Howie let him wait a bit. Then he pulled out a very realistic looking dildo. It was at least 8 or 9 inches long, and seemed about 2 inches thick. He greased it up with Bengay and went behind Mike. He spread Mike's cheeks apart and Mike first clinched down and then relaxed. He hadn't anticipated the contact it appeared, but then he relaxed. Then Howie put the head of the dildo at his hole and pressed in.
I think Mike thought it was just a lubed dildo, as he relaxed and it began to slip in. Howie got it all the way in, buried up to the very realistic balls. After a moment, the heat had to have hit Mike, as he began breathing raggedly again, panting. His whole body tensed up and strained at the bolts.
Howie continued to watch Mike's face as he took the tube of Bengay and squeezed out a large glop of it. He approached Mike and rubbed it in, all over Mike's hairless balls. Mike really tried to pull free at that point, and I thought I saw tears leaking down from his blindfold, but couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears.
He was now panting in the gag at a rapid rate. Howie squeezed out more, and smeared it all over the head of Mike's cock and all over the shaft.
Mike shook for a bit on the restraints, until Howie whispered to him, "Relax. Let it flow over you." Mike wilted into the restraints and seemed to take a deep breath. He cock had gone down some. Howie gave the weight on his balls a push, and it began swinging, stretching out the ball sack with each swing.
The Bengay had to be wearing off, because he was relaxing a bit. Howie went over and pulled a bit on the chain attached to the nipples, stretching them. Mike moaned and his cock began to swell again. Howie kept tension on until Mike's cock was hard and pointing straight towards the ceiling.
Mike was leaning out and into the pull, trying to reduce the tension as Howie increased the pull. Then Howie relaxed the tension, and Mike sagged back a bit.
Then Howie jerked the chain and they came off of Mike's nipples with a snap, and Mike stiffened once again.
Howie was hard and dripping as he worked on Mike, and I was turned on as well. I don't know if it was from the tormenting of Mike or the fact that Mike was getting turned on through the process. His cock had begun to drip again.
Howie moved behind Mike and began to work the dildo in Mike's ass. He seemed to concentrate on one spot, and kept working in short strokes on his hole, and Mike's cock dripped more and his breathing was increasing again.
Howie stopped and swung the weight on Mike's balls again, once more changing the focus of Mike's pain/pleasure. Mike was shaking and panting around the gag.
Howie let that swing, and then applied a dab of Bengay to Mike's nipples, and I heard Mike suck in a breath around the gag as the burn hit his now tender nipples.
Mike's cock again strained and swelled and dripped. Howie massaged the precum into the head of Mike's cock, causing Mike to moan around the gag.
Howie was changing the point of contact on him, and it was obvious the lust was mounting in Mike. Howie ran a finger along the length of Mike's cock on the bottom side, and Mike's whole body shuddered in the restraints. Sweat was running freely down from his pits, his face and his chest.
Howie quickly unsnapped the thing from around Mike's balls freeing them. Mike sighed. Howie then reached over and took Mike's balls in his hands and began to squeeze. Mike began to stretch up on his toes, as if attempting to pull away from the pressure on his balls. Again, Howie told him to relax.
Howie continued to squeeze, and precum drooled out the end of Mike's cock. As Mike relaxed into the pain, Howie gave a final squeeze and released his balls. He once more rubbed the precum around the flared head of Mike's cock. Howie was also sweating by now.
He went back and worked on the dildo in Mike's ass again, doing long, fast, deep thrusts - almost all the way out and then back in all the way. Mike was once again tensing in his chains.
I heard his breathing speeding up once again, his arms trembling and his cock swelling.
Howie continued to work on his ass, then stopped and breathed deeply as Mike hung trembling. Then Howie reached around and ran his finger once more along the underside of Mike's now purple-headed cock, and Mike erupted and bucked in the restraints and shot and groaned and whimpered around the gag as he shot and shot and shot. When he finished shooting and his cock had cum dripping off of the end of it, he hung there trembling.
Howie grabbed a towel and wiped himself down with it as we watched Mike come down from his orgasm.
He let him stay that way for at least a minute, and then he moved up and unclipped one ankle and then the next. Mike's feet were trembling as he stood on his toes to relieve the tension on his arms. Howie waited a bit again, and then reached up and undid first his left hand and then his right. Mike collapsed onto Howie's shoulder and Howie carried/dragged him over to the arm chair and laid him back into it. Mike sighed as Howie removed the gag. He laid there limp, as Howie removed the blindfold, his eyes remaining closed.
He laid there until his breathing calmed, and then he blinked his eyes trying to focus. He took a deep breath and looked around the room, his eyes coming to rest first on Howie and then on me. He smiled a very tentative smile and whispered, "Fucking, mindblowing wild!" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath again, and then smiled and opened them again. "Wow!"
Howie handed me a towel, and that is when I realized I had been sweating as well. Both Howie and I were still very hard and dripping.
Mike motioned to me and I moved close to him. He pulled me closer and I thought he was pulling me in for a kiss, but instead he pulled me into his sweaty pit and I inhaled and took in the heady smell of his musk and sweat. I stuck out my tongue and took a lick as well, savoring the tang of Mike's sweat.
He pulled me on top of him, and I was enveloped in his sweat and smell. I saw a tear run from his eye and he whispered to me, "Thank you." I didn't understand. "Thank you for not interfering. You probably wanted to, but thank you. It was wild, painful, pleasurable, beyond imagining. I have done some wild things with my brothers and all, but nothing so intense and complete as that." He squeezed me again. "Thank you."
Then he released me and I got up as he sat up and looked at Howie. "Thank you!" he said with a bit more strength in his voice. "I owe you big time. That was so incredible, so strange, and so wild, I can't describe it. To not be in control was terrifying at first, and then it became a fear, and then it became intoxicating. And your directions to relax into it were exactly right. It allowed me to go with the pain and relax into it. Totally fucked with my mind, not knowing what was coming next. I thought sure you had branded me with that poker. I vividly saw it as you had stirred the fire with it, how it glowed, and I smelled the heated metal.
"It was nearly what seemed a minute before I finally realized I hadn't smelled burned flesh and that you had to have used ice." He shook his head again, and put his hand out for the towel, which I handed to him. His arm was still shaking as he dried the sweat from his face, arms, pits, etc. "Really fucked with my mind!"
He looked over at Howie and me and said, "You two look like you need to do something," pointing at our dripping engorged cocks.
Howie spoke up, "Well, I thought we might put Tim through the routine, Similar to what you had. What do you think?"
I spoke up before Mike could answer, "No, please!" Timmy pulsed at the idea, but I was terrified.
Mike laughed and said, "Maybe in the morning then, when he is nice and fresh!"
Sweat ran down my sides at the thought of that. I couldn't comment. I trembled at the thought of it. My emotions were running away again as I thought about what Mike had gone through and the weekend and everything.
"Mike, I need to talk to you," I said, trying to keep a steady voice.
"Whoa, this sounds serious. Why don't you two go out back while I put things away here," Howie said. I looked at Mike and he looked at me strangely as he tried to figure out my expression.
He came up and put his arm around my shoulder and led be out onto the back porch. "Let me jump in and rinse off. You stir up the fire and I'll be right back."
I watched his naked form as he walked down to the lake, lit by the yellow light of the back porch and the moonlight streaming down, and fought the tide of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. Not for the first time did I wonder about how my life had changed since I had met this incredible guy!
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