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"ROAD TRIP `ATM'" wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Excuse me, a moment. Wait here a minute, okay?"
"He kind of got nervous for moment. Did you sense that?" I asked Roberto.
"I don't know. Sure is a nice place."
"Place? More like a palace!"
I looked around the front door steps, at the lovely kept garden, it's purple and pink flowers, so neatly manicured, as it kissed the sidewalks and steps. Roberto backed up a few feet, beyond the walk, to take in the view at a wider perspective, then retreated to where I stood.
"Somebody's looking at us."
"From where?"
"One of the upstairs windows. I think they thought I spotted them, so they ducked behind the curtain. I saw it still wiggling."
"Y'know Roberto, this is starting to give me the creeps. Why don't we make up a fast excuse and go back to the Hyatt?"
"Give you the creeps? Don't you trust Alvin, especially after he let you ram your shaft up his ass?"
"Well... I...."
"Man did his cream taste sweet."
I could see there was no convincing Roberto. Maybe there could be some truth to, `a taste of honey is worse than none at all'!
"Okay you can come in now."
We looked at each other, my lover and I, then proceeded to follow Alvin. Inside, everything was well matched, as far as decor was concerned. Plus, clean as a whistle. Even little knicknacks, which adorned many a tabletop, looked freshly spit-polished, reflecting in the table surface. Entering what looked to be a library, fresh scents of flowers stirred up my sinus. I sneezed.
"They bother you?"
I shook my head no, then snorted out a hefty one.
"Anton?"
"Yes, sir?"
From the opposite end of the room, a short, older man, maybe 45, appeared. Like I said, I have a problem justifying guy's ages, by what they look like.
"Anton, remove the flowers from this room, the diningroom, home theater and guest room."
"Right away sir."
I'm not sure if Roberto picked up on it, but for a guy who caved in, not more than an hour ago, to a sadistic top, he sure was changing his colors. What happened to the Alvin at the Cash'n'Dash, whom humbled himself before us and John?
"Are there any foods you are allergic to, Anthony?"
I replied, "Strawberries."
"I'll make sure they are not served this evening."
"Hey, where are the nuts?" Roberto asks.
"Nuts?" I replied to my love.
Standing there, Roberto held up this metal nutcracker. Only thing, they looked to be about twice the size, most ably to accomodate four times the size of walnuts.
"Um.. uh.." Alvin stuttered, "we ran out. That's it. We ran out and I'm sure Anton forgot to remove that from the room."
"No problem," Roberto told him.
I sensed something different about Alvin. From confidence, he fell short of holding himself up, suddenly resorting to a nervousness. Placing the nutcracker in a draw, he seemed to compose himself better.
"How about a drink?"
"Sounds good to me. I'll have a scotch.. double, on the rocks."
"Roberto?" Alvin inquired.
"Uh, Dr. Pepper. Double. Off the rocks. Well, if it's not cold, throw in some pebbles."
He made me smile. It helped lift my senses, which had been telling me something was amiss here.
When Alvin left, I said to Roberto, "This place is kind of spooky."
"You really had your heart set on the Hyatt, didn't you Anthony?"
"No, it's not that. It's everything else."
"Like what?"
"Well, for one thing, the nutcracker."
"What about it?"
"It's way too big for even a handful of walnuts."
"Maybe you break two at once."
"Then, what about Alvin's attitude?"
"He lives in a highfalutin' joint, Anthony. He has to have some sort of... of.."
Roberto snapped his finger, searching for a particular word.
I filled in the blank, "dignity?"
"That's it," the final snap came. "Daginity."
Letting the mispronounciation slide, I smiled.
"Drinks will be served out by the pool."
"Pool?"
"Yes and swimming is `au naturel'."
As we followed Alvin, I sported fun at him, saying to Roberto, "Hifalutin, my ass!"
Walking, he pinched my butt. I gave him an evil look.
Things began looking up, as we approached the half glass-walled swimming pool. Both of us stare at the blond heading our way, totally in the buff, his light haired pubes shifting around, his cock and balls swinging to and fro. His hair was wet, a golden brown color, water dripping down his chest and stomach, giving the effect of drenched chest and stomach hair, all silhouetted against a deep tan, including his pelvis areas.
"This is my good buddy, George."
We exchanged greetings, saying, "We've heard so much about you."
"You did, did you? I hope everything good."
Another strange occurence. When George mentioned that, it seemed to make Alvin cringe. Something strange was going on here, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The moment the three of us came into contact with George, things changed.
"Tenn, be a doll and get me another coke?"
"Um, sure George."
"A twist of lemon?"
"Sure."
"Can he get you two anything?" George asked of us.
"We put our orders in already."
Yelling across the pool, to the small bar, George screams, "What the fuck's taking you on their drinks, Tenn?"
"I'm on it," Alvin replied.
However, it didn't seem like George cared much for his response.
"Excuse me, for a moment, please?"
Asking us cordially, I made it permissible for George to walk away, towards the bar.
"This whole situation is getting creepier by the moment!"
"A little."
"A little, Roberto?"
"Okay, so it's weird."
"Weird? An understatement. First Alvin's this meek little counter-boy, then an indignant, precocious ward of the butler, now submissive to George? To me, it looks like he's got more split-personalities than Sally Fields playing `Sybil'!"
"It's Field, not Fields."
"You know what I mean. And what's this `10' thing George is referring to?"
"I dunno. Maybe he sees Alvin as a perfect 10?" Then Roberto says to me, "Anythony, can we just be cool?"
I wanted to be cool. Very cool. My mind wasn't only on the creepy stuff. Looking over to the bar, my top-side began kicking in. The more my eyes kept looking at George's ass, the more I wanted to exercise my top-given right, to take it.
"Hmmm..."
"What?" I asked.
"Does your stock get replenished that quick, Anthony?"
"Whatever do you mean, my love?"
My churning balls couldn't tell me that I wasn't feeling something towards the hot blond.
Pressing his finger on my chest, my one and only replies, "Just you remember that when it happens, I get first dibs on George's manseed and `not' Alvin!"
I gave up all hope of our one on one love affair, forever one on one.
"When it happens? When what happens?"
"Don't you play dumb with me, Anthony Toricelli!"
His look to my crotch told all. Right after, looking at my reddened face, confirmed my desires.
"I don't believe you couldn't figure out youself being gay, Anthony."
"I had a feeling, but..."
"Truthfully now, you never had sex with a guy?"
"Never.. I..."
"Not even oral sex?"
"Nope... I..."
"Not even thought about it?"
"Well, I..."
"Fantasized?"
"Well, of course, I...."
"As you jerked yourself off?"
I was ready to confess.
"Here's your drinks. Sorry he `took so long' getting them ready for you."
More like Alvin's master, George lifts our drinks off the silver tray, placing them in our hands. I'm not sure what my perception had been, but even though George's demeanor had reflected this uppity, dominant tone, I had developed a counter-dominant spark of my own. When I first lay eyes on him, I wanted my nose taking in the blond pubic hair, as I tasted his slack meat. Now, without reserve, I wanted to tear this blond down, put him to his knees, get him on my cock. Who had the split-personality traits?
"Wow! This is strong!" I gasped.
Almost choking on my double-scotch-on-the-rocks, I made comment of the strength. Roberto too made mention of the funny taste of his Dr. Pepper.
"Tenn must've put too much lemon juice in it," George commented.
"Yes, I'm sorry about that," Alvin seemed to play along.
The two acted kind of strange. Alvin, in the first place, had invited us to swim. George, the inviting one, clammed up. Both stood there, watching us.
"Whew! This sure is strong."
"Here, Anthony," George offered, "why don't you take it easy in this lounge chair."
By the time my butt pressed down on the plasticized straps, girdling the metal frame of the lounge chair, I saw Alvin helping Roberto to the easy chair.
"Are... you..... are you okay, Roberrrrrr...."
Before realizing my mouth wasn't working, I heard my glass of scotch crash to the cement, patio floor. Next thing, as if ten seconds passed, I found myself coming too.
"Oooooh my head...."
"Soon you will be worrying about more than the headache, I assure you."
"J-john?"
After waking up out of my journey to the dark world of sleep, I realize my position. Looking up, as if I couldn't feel it, I take in the view or my arms stretched high above me. Around my wrists I see black bands, coupled by metal. Fed up, through a metal ring, it keeps my arms tightly bound above me. Another chain holds the ring in place. As if `deja vu', I quickly recall my event with Miguel. But it doesn't last long, my attention drawn to the rest of my body and the predicament I'm in. My legs are spread, same black bands drawing them apart. My cock and balls are hanging down. I can feel the dampness cool them, a slight hint of air stirring up the atmosphere around them.
"So, how do you like the place? I designed it myself?" John asks.
Already sensing my self guided tour, from what I could view, he fills me in on my surroundings.
"Here, we have a nice padded table, which I'll lay you out on, later."
It then occured to me.
More important than my own life, I ask, "Where's Roberto? What have you done with him?"
"Don't you worry about him. He's having the time of his life, with my boy Alvin and his friends."
I wondered where John was going with all this. First he has me tied up in bondage like this, refers to the table with shackles adorning each corner and now he's standing here in front of me, feeling up both sides of my bod, leaning his torso in, so as to rub his hard shaft against my hard cock, kissing my lips and...'oh shit'! I just realize it. My cock is as hard as a rock! How could it be with this sense of danger, for my lover and myself? I had other questions as well. Even though tied up, left with no control of my situation, I didn't give up on my adamant fervor.
"I thought earlier we shook hands, meaning `you' said we would be working this out in a gentlemanly fashion, John?"
"Alright. I'm going to level with you, Anthony."
"About fuckin' time!"
Weird that I spoke to him in this manner. Right now, I was in no position to dictate to him anything I felt.
He patted my cheek, saying, "That's what I like about you Anthony."
With gumption, I came back at him with, "Fine way of showing it."
"It's going to be a long evening. Don't you worry, Anthony. I'm going to show you my entire gratitude."
I didn't like the sound of his laughter. A little reminiscent of Vincent Price, a bit higher in timbre, nonetheless, malevolent.
"If you knew what was good for you, John, you would let Roberto and I go."
Then, he took hold of my chin, with the mouth he just kissed, his fingers pressing tightly.
"Good for me? I think not. In fact, I have some inside knowledge about what you think is good and not so good for yourself, Anthony?"
As if the Riddler, from Batman, I wondered where he was headed with all this.
"You see, Jake and I didn't just happen upon the Cash'n'Dash. Let me cue you in on sweet, innocent Alvin. It isn't the first time he's seen the inside of my dungeon."
Right away, my insides tightened up, more tight than my body, hung up like a slab of ham, as my thought keyed in on my loverman.
"And those `two' I mentioned on the phone to you?"
"You were talking about Roberto and I, weren't you?"
"You aren't as dumb as you look, are you Anthony?"
I was livid and he must have seen it.
"But, unlike you do think, I `am' a man of my word."
"Like this is how you show it, John?"
"I had to get some pleasure out of seening you get humiliated, Anthony."
With that, he walks over to the side, loosens something latched to the wall. My arms proceed to cave in, downwards. The first thing I do, of course, when he approaches me, is take my fist and throw it into his gut.
"Uggggggggghhhhhhhooooooooooooohshiiiiiiiiiiiit!"
Doubling over, John bends, his hands on his knees.
It wasn't only my fist that knocked the wind out of him. The chain had come into play, delivering a hefty gut punch. Quickly, I tried to see the means by which to unlatch both my wrists. I would have to unbuckle one of the leather wrist cuffs. I didn't have time, as I saw John get to his feet.
"Good one, Anthony. My turn!"
I tried best I could to defend myself, however I forgot about one little detail. My legs still had been restrained. My freed arms allowed a little play, but still I had no agility in which to move my feet. Immediately, John was on me. He took the small amount of chain connecting my wrists, brought both arms up and over my head, pinning my hands to the back of my neck.
"This is going to be so much fun!"
Smiling a toothy grin, he held his right arm back, fist clenched, his biceps bulging, as if showing the power behind his forthcoming punch, aimed straight for my center abs region. Pulling back even further, to gain more momentum, he sprung forward.
"Arrrrrrrgh!" I screamed out, in natural manner, as if to absorb the gutpunch. "What tha?"
Letting go of my arms, bound over my head, clapping his hands together, John laughed his ass off.
"Bet you thought I was really gonna do it!"
Seemed authentic to me. However, much as I didn't cater to having his big fist diving into my midsection, I did feel kind of pissed.
"Just what is your fuckin' game here, John?"
"Game?" He asks.
Going to my right, he unhooks the chain holding my right leg in place.
"Why all I wanted to find out is just how tough you can be Anthony."
'This guy's a whacko', I summise, but I better play along, even though I have no clue what direction this is headed in.
"And did you find out?"
"Oh man did I. Man was that gutpunch so fuckin' hot!"
Now I was totally confused.
"Like I said, John. You mind explaining all this?"
Bending down, he started to throw my understanding into a complete spiral, downwards. The mystery surrounding all this began to get even more bizarre. I stood there, as if numb, letting him unhook the cuff from my left foot, my arms, still behind my head. I don't know why, even though John had let go, I kept them at the back of my shoulders. As I watched, he only smiled. I didn't dare make a move, when his hands had been only a couple of feet from my jewels. Then it happened.
"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh!"
My head dropped back into my hands and I arched my back, as my shafted became engulfed in something wet and warm. Cradling my hands, I sighed out long and heartfelt, feeling a tongue swirl around my cock head, then dig into the slit. His hands, which could mangle, instead softly carressed my balls, softly fondling them. As quickly as he started, he stopped.
"Ready for the table?"
"No way," I replied, my foot stomping on his midchest.
When he found himself flat out on the floor, he only looked up, grinning.
"Okay. I admit. I deserved that."
"And a lot more!"
Probably as he might do himself, I beat him to it. Not intentionally. Here, I still had my hands linked together, but my feet as free as a pair of doves. Light on my feet, I stepped lively, my heel on the only part of his body left unprotected. I mean, his balls hung right out of the space in the middle of his leathered crotch, looking like a target, if I ever saw one.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkoooooooohshit!"
I couldn't believe I was actually feeling good, a little smirk detected, as John did a situp, placing both hands around my ankle, begging for me to let up on the heel of my foot.
"You give, John?"
"I give up... I give up.... I give up, okay?"
"Not that I fuckin' trust your `good' word or anything!"
"I... I swear. I'll do anything you say."
"Now why would you want to do that, John?"
Like I said. He was playing a game here and I had a tough time trying to figure out the rules.
"Because..."
On my guard, my foot relaxed, allowing him to slowly crawl up onto his knees, examining his pouches. I wasn't too keen on him standing though. But my predisposition, the more dominant attitude, seeming to become a part of me, taking over my inner being, towered over him.
"Yes? I'm waiting."
As if the tables turned, there John sat on his knees, a servant to the one in charge. The one standing there, with the power in his hands. Something inside of me, stated it permissible to allow John to inch his way closer to me, via walking on his knees, his leather chaps being marred on the knees, his head furthering a position right in front of my crotch. I stood back.
Then, to widen the gap of understanding everything that had transpired, which still left me in the dark, he says, "I really need to have you, Sir."
"Sir?"
I questioned why he called me that, but he obviously interpeted it in an entirely differenct concept.
"Master?"
"Um," I gulped, "Sir will do."
Catching his drift, I thought on the mannerisms of the only other person in my life that had acted in such a manner, Miguel. Like I spelled out before, things don't happen without a reason. Right then and there, I took on the mannerisms of my Latino master, assuming a like role.
"Then what are you waiting for boy? Get those lips on my cock!"
I must've been very convincing. Leaning forwards, John took my cock in his hand, as if a hot dog in a bun. At first, his tongue shaped it, causing it to swell to it's mighty, 9.5c status. I wasn't the only one groaning. I stood there, my cuffed hands clenched, as if praying, as he worked over my shaft with his tongue. But, when he reached up, taking my hands, I had a different reaction.
"Trust me," He said, looking up at me.
"Why should I?"
"I could've busted your balls by now, instead of sucking your cock."
He had a point there. I let him take my cuffed, chained wrists and place them behind his head, before he went back to sucking my cock so delightfully, though I wondered why.
Pulling off, he asked, "New at this, are ya?"
"No," I lied.
He could see right through me. I know. Reaching up, he pressed on the insides of my elbows. The reaction caused my arms to push backwards. Equally, it cupped my hands around the back of his head, drawing his cock deeper into his own throat. I expected a lot of coughing, but instead it followed the contour of his windpipe. Now I knew where Alvin learned it. As I thought about him, my mind drew back to the fact that I wasn't the only one involved in this game of John's. Roughly, I grabbed at his scalp, pulling backwards. My shaft slid out of his throat, out of his mouth.
"Where's Roberto?"
Seriously, the wry, smiley face gone, he states, "I swear to you that he is having the time of his life."
For the first time, since Roberto and I set eyes on John, I had a gut feeling he told the honest truth.
"Yeah, well if I find out otherwise, they'll be hell to pay."
Then he says to me, "You're learning... you're learning good!"
He cracks a smile.
"Huh?"
My mind thrown back to the dark, I questioned him with my looks.
"Okay. I've had my fun. Oh one last thing. Just to make the score... more than even?"
"Score?"
"Yeah. So you don't go blabbing all over creation that John Hunnicut doesn't keep his word."
"John Hunnicut, eh?"
He didn't answer. Instead, I followed him across the room. It's then I began to develop a new perspective on the subterranian chamber. Once I had visited a wax museum and they had this `room from hell'. This painted no different a picture, even though a bit subdued, in comparison to the wax museum furniture. Off to the sides, two pairs of stocks stood. I gulped when I saw the rather large sized dildos and buttplugs. I had to ask.
"Can you really um, stuff `them' into a guy's ass?"
"Easily. Want a demonstration?"
"No thanks!"
"I didn't mean on `your' ass!"
Still, I was more interested in where he took me. Perhaps to Roberto, it crossed my mind. Yet, I still had this ease he was in good hands.
"Here, let me undo those."
As he unbuckled my left wrist, I looked over his shoulder. I didn't say anything, seeing the square platform, made up with white bedsheets.
"That feels better," I announced, my hands rubbing my wrists.
Going about his business, he unbuckled his waist, taking off the leather harness fanning over his hairy chest. Next, he took off his chaps. I kind of had a feeling where this was leading.
"I don't care what you do, you're not fucking `this' ass!"
"Don't be ridiculous, Anthony."
Conscious of a bed, him stripping, what was I to think?
"How do you want me?"
"Want you John?"
"Yeah. Told you I was keeping my word."
"Um, let me know if I'm on track here, but weren't we supposed to handle this like gentlemen?"
Straightening up, getting off of knees on the bed, John stands there with his hands on his bare torso.
"And how did you think that was going to go, Anthony?"
"Um, a wrestling match... us fighting it out like two frats perhaps?"
"And if I had won, I would've been in your ass."
I gulped.
"Really?"
"Instead, I had my fun, now you have yours. How do you want me?"
This time, as he started to the bed, I looked upon his ass differently. Now being offered to me, as if a slab of gourmet, French steak, my hand went to my cock, stroking it up into ramming condition.
"That's good," I reckoned.
I watched as he proceeded to the head of the bed, his head and shoulders sinking down, his ass high in the air. I licked my lips, not that I wanted to get them on the hairy crevice, but for my hard shaft, readying to taste his ass. I stood, lingering over his ass.
"Lube's in the draw, unless you want to fuck me dry."
I didn't know the difference, yet it did seem to make sense to lube up my shaft, before penetration. I went for the draw. His hand caught my wrist.
"No. Do it dry. I want to remember this fuck."
`Make up your mind!' I thought.
What a job I had getting in. First, trying to push my cockhead beyond the wiry hair, to his waiting hole, was a chore. I'm not sure if he felt it or not, but I cheated, when in my attempt to wanting to get in his ass so bad, my mouth churned up saliva, accidentally dripping on my own cock. I smiled, when I found it made good lubrication. From there on in, I spat out wads of it.
"Well, what's keeping you?"
"Hold on!" I answered, annoyed at him.
Thinking for sure, after I did it, my hand slapping his right ass cheek, as a deterrent to his onery attitdue, that I would wind up in one of his dungeon stocks. However, he took the lick of my hand without provocation, arching his back.
"Oh man, you're so fucking hot, Anthony!"
I couldn't believe it. John was getting off on me being dominant to him! I decided, since he was game, I'd play it to the hilt. I grinned, when I saw the leathery implement on the nightstand where he indicated the lube, in the draw. I reached over.
"Heeeeeey! What are you gonna do with.....akkkkkkkkkk!"
His cock leaked some juice when I flung it across his shoulders. Again, he cursed, calling out my name, praising me for my actions. Weird that it felt so good to be in control. I exercised my rightful position, as my cock sank forward. I had heard Roberto, playing out his brother's role, tell Alvin, `get your hand off your cock', so I used the same phrase, only ten times meaner.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" John cried out.
The flogger across his shoulder blades, reinforced my order for him not to touch his leaking shaft.
"Your..." he breathed heavily, "you're so fuckin' hot, Anthony.."
I added a couple more superficial stripes to his back.
"What'd you call me boy?"
"Sir!" rang out.
I smiled, but half of my glee wasn't from the humiliation that came from John's lips. As my 9.5c rod sunk deeper into his ass, John arching his back, grunting, the warmth that surrounded my hard shaft, pleasured me beyond what I could sense verbally. My hands actually plied his hairy crevice apart, wanting to get deeper inside. Even as my balls sensed the end of the descent, I wanted to get more of myself inside his ass chamber.
"Oh man! What the fuck you doing, John?"
"Feel good?"
"Hell yeah!" I answered, as if one of frat wrestlers, back at school.
I never sensed such pleasure, as his ass ring, contracting, causing a tighter fit, as my shaft moved in and out.
"Oh shit.... oh fuckin' shit!"
My memory shot back to hearing one of the fratguys saying that, in public and me frowning upon it, but right now I couldn't give a shit, as the base of my 9.5c felt the clenching action, traveling all the way to the head, then back again, as I thrust my shaft back inside John. I'm not sure how long I was going at it, but for one thing, I didn't want to shoot my load yet. Sweat covered my body. I could feel the little ripples of it trickle down me, as if in a sauna. Yet, it didn't deter me from moving out, then easing myself back in.
"Change!" John called out.
I wondered what he meant, but didn't question his expertise. I imagined him doing this to other guys, numerous times. Leaning forwards, he pulled off my cock.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeey!"
I struck out, really unintentionally, striking the side of his abdomen with the flogger. Instead of lashing back at me, he accepted it, along with taking his hand and guiding my rigid shaft back inside him. Holding his own legs apart, upwards, he skillfully stuck the tip in. Instead of me thrusting in, he pushed down on his ass. I didn't concern myself with how it got in, only that it had returned to it's rightful place, in it's warm tunnel.
"Ooooooooooh fuck yeah!" I called out.
Once again, the circle of pleasure overtook me, as John flexed the door to his ass chamber. Then, as this whole bizarre act began, he did something else totally off the wall. Placing the flogger back in my hand, he let it's leathery fronds fall over his chest.
"What?" I subconsciously asked.
"Do me."
"Do you?"
"Yeah."
He took my hand in his, lifting it, letting the long tapers caress his hairy pecs. Removing the pillow from behind his head, he clasped both hands behind his head. I picked up the flogger and lightly let it hit across the flanks of his wide, muscular chest.
"That the best you can do?"
Was he ever sorry for asking a stoopid question!
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Oh shit!" He gasped.
He asked for it, he got it, as I came down hard on him.
Looking at his own pecs, he gasped, "Oh shit!"
Still absorbed with how my shaft responded to his hot innards, I still had an interest in this new thing I did with the flogger.
"Oh man, did I do that?"
"Yeah and it feels so fuckin' hot!" He replied.
That's all the go ahead I needed. In a way, as I reigned down upon his chest, with the flogger, hearing him cry out, kind of made me feel good. At least that's what my cock was telling me. From that point on, I began to get a little wild, flogging his chest, even his stomach, then speeding up the pace of my shaft, as it had a desire of it's own. Like my wrist, flinging the leathery implement against his hairy flesh, my shaft seemed wired, responding to it. Soon though, I had to drop the flogger, to use his hips to counteract my battering-ram action. Even though I knew John to be taller, more powerful, muscle wise, I dove into him like a freight train. After spilling my seed deep inside him, my crashing onto his body, totally spent, sexually and physically, it felt like falling into a hot swimming pool. I could hear the sweat splashing. No sooner had I taken the plunge than I felt him erupt between us. His body arched, carrying my weight along with the thrill.
"Reporting for your pleasure, Sir!"
I knew the voice to be Alvin's. The palm of my hand, embedded in the side of John's hairy abs, I used it to press up from his sweaty chest, turn, look at him.
"Roberto?"
"Um, can I like be myself now?"
"Be yourself?" I questioned.
However, I realized it wasn't me, my lover chatted with.
Paving a way, with his hand, George replied, "You're released from my service, to your new master."
"Cool!" Roberto said, cheerfully, offering a big grin. He proceeded to inform me, "Hey, you should've seen all the fun I had!"
As a kid, returning from an amusement park, Roberto filled me in on his activities.
"First they did all this discipline stuff... see this?"
He turned his back, his own hand pointing out the line across his ass.
"This is what I got for talking when I shouldn't have!"
Live wired, Roberto was thrilled that a red line, silhouetted against his hairy ass, showing me his trophy for discipline.
"Must've hurt."
"It did. Felt so hot, too."
Switching from his ass, he looks down at his chest.
"And see here?"
It was tough not to see his nips, strutting out from the little wisps of hair surrounding each.
"A bit red I see."
"Yeah. Do you think they look any different?"
"Puffy," I chose the adjective out of thin air.
"You know how they got that way?"
"A plunger?"
"No, stoopid!"
George, even though my Roberto had been released from duty, orders, "Watch it boy. This is your master you're talking to!"
"Oh yeah. Sorry about that, boss!"
Even George had a smirk on his face, like me, about to crack up, burst out laughing. But, to follow his lead, I kept my cool.
Then George butts in, with, "So, who's up for some asswork?"
Both Alvin and Roberto vied to be first.
As we headed into the main chamber, John came up next to me, saying, so the others couldn't hear, "Didn't I tell you your boy was having the time of his life?"
"He isn't my `boy'. He's my boyfriend."
"Yeah, well don't burst his bubble just yet. The kid's having a good time."
As John pushed ahead of me, I began to realize it. In here, in this chamber, we all left the real world, entering this fantasy world of the physical and emotional release, letting ourselves take on roles, differentiated from our normal lives. I decided to allow myself to be drawn into the fantasy. There's one thing though, that I didn't want to happen, no matter how much everybody was turned on.
"No way," I said, making the time out' signal. "That things is not' going in Roberto's ass. I intend of having a tight fuck for a long, long time to come!"
Deviating back to our real lives, my love addresses me, with open arms around my neck, "That's so, so sweet."
I acknowledged his caring attitude.
"But, can I try `that' one?"
Pointing to a medium-sized buttplug, I figured I better let him try something or I'll never hear the end of it.
"Why don't we see how it goes?"
That made my answer a `maybe'. However, I was blown away by Alvin's answer.
"I'll take it!"
No wonder, when I fucked him at the Cash'n'Dash, his ass was loose!
"Excuse me, Master George?"
All eyes, especially George's looked to my Roberto.
"What is it, boy?" Geoge replied nastily.
"I know I'm speaking out of turn here, but could you do me a favor?"
"It'll cost you boy. What is it?"
"Um, can Anthony fuck you?"
It was spoken so sweetly. I wanted to embrace, but my attention was drawn in by John.
"No fuckin' way!" George called out.
Immediately, John's hand was on the blond's shoulder.
"You will do as Master Anthony tells you boy. You want his ass, Anthony?"
I could tell that George stood there, humiliated, hoping. On the other hand, I sensed John getting great pleasure out of the whole scenario. Thinking about it, caused John to do some of his own thinking, looking upon Roberto.
"You do my boy and I'll do your's?"
I didn't need Roberto's opinion, to form my own, saying, "No way. Nobody does my boy except me, thank you!"
My figuring, sensed putting John in a grumpy mood, however I began to feel his gentlemanly side start to kick in.
"No problem," he stated. "Here," he surrendered George's shoulder, "fuck him anyway. I'll work my nephew's ass."
"Your nephew?"
"Yeah," John laughed, "lively scheme we had cooked up here, eh?"
Even Roberto was stunned, replying, "That's your uncle?" he asked Alvin, staring at him lying on his back, on the bondage table, as his Uncle John began fastening his limbs.
"You would do that to your own nephew?" I questioned.
"Hell, Anthony. Wise up. Who do you think got me started on this hobby of mine?"
"Hobby?"
Before I could get anymore answers, George had taken up his position on the bed, back to the sheets, hands under his thighs, his legs in the air.
"You want a plug up your ass, boy?"
Roberto looked to me.
"Go ahead," I responded, as he waited for my permission.
I figured John would be spreading Roberto out on the extra black, leather-covered table. Instead, he had Roberto climb up on the table Alvin was eagle-spread on, faced down, his mouth over Alvin's cock. `He's in heaven', I thought, as his mouth went down on Alvin's shaft. At the same time, Alvin opened up, taking Roberto's 7c inside. John then proceeded to tie Roberto's limbs to Alvin's.
"Hot position," I mentioned to John, on my way into the separate bed chamber.
"And....Anthony?"
"Yeah, John?"
"Don't go easy on him?"
The evil grin on John's face make my balls churn. At this point, as I entered the room and saw the blond all prepped for me, there's nothing I wanted more, than to take his ass, roughly shove my hard shaft deep into his attitude ass. I even surprised myself, hopping onto the bed, getting to his ass, like a vengeance. I found out what it was like, as John called it, sinking into an ass, `dry'. Wasn't half bad for me, as it was for George, as he gasped out in pain. Contrary to the soft manner in which I had grown accustomed to, my chest leaned against his thighs, as I vied to bury my shaft deeper. It was weird too, in that as much as I had the inclination to impale myself on his ass, it didn't take much to lose my seed. Also, I wasn't into falling between his legs, as with John. No, instead I crudely pulled out, my wet, deflated cock drying in the breeze. I found I didn't want to wait for an airdry, pulled his knees down and wiped myself on his blond pubes.
"Um, can I cum?"
My answer bounced back at him, as a flat, "No," swatting his cock as if a toy.
Anxiously, I hopped off the bed, hurrying into the main chamber.
"Done already?"
Before I could speak, George, who had followed, whimpers, "He won't let me cum!"
"A man after my own heart," John described his feelings towards me. Then he asked, "Here, want to take over working the boys' asses, while I work over my boy's ass?"
"But my ass is so sore as it is," George tried protesting.
He earned a slap across the face, which put him down temporarily.
"Just get your fuckin' ass in there and all primed, boy!"
Poor George.
Reporting to the bondage table, I asked, "What do I do?"
I could see, where Roberto tickled his tonsils with Alvin's cock, the end of a flesh-colored buttplug protruded.
"He took that thing up there?"
"It's not like my nephew's a stranger to a buttplug, Anthony."
"And you say you got into this through him?"
"Yeah. Caught him when he was a junior in high school, in his room, playing with his own ass."
Reporting to the other end of the bondage table, seeing Alvin working over Roberto's cock, with his lips almost on his balls, I saw a black item, a fraction of an inch sticking out of his ass.
"Oh my. How deep does that thing go?"
"Buttplug? Small. I told you I was going to be gentle, didn't I?"
"So, he didn't feel any pain?"
Before John could answer, Roberto pulls off of Alvin's tube and replies, "A little, but it felt so hot while he was shoving it in... yowwww!"
"Oh, sorry `bout that," John replied, after he had slapped Roberto's ass, "force of habit."
"Do I get to get even?"
"What do you mean, Anthony?"
If John thought I was going to let him get away with humiliating me, he had another thing coming. On the side, I figured he got a charge out of it anyway. When I was done, tying him face up to the bondage table, hassling George out of his already ass-high position, forcing him onto the bondage table, mouth open to accept John's cock, I folded my hands across my chest, to view such a sight.
"Go ahead John. I'm waiting."
He looked straight at George's shaft, poking at his hairy chest, both sides of his head almost touching the blond's thighs.
"I would hate to have to resort to drastic measures, John."
"I bet you would, Anthony!"
Already, John had started to buck his hips.
"I'd hate to have to punish one of ya's if the other one was to eat up the other's cum first!"
I had to giggle. After I said it, George picks up the pace, going down on John, pursing his lips, really imitating a tight fuckhole, then speeding up the action.
"Damned if I'm getting my ass whipped!"
I did help him get George's tool into his mouth, bending it downwards, so as to make it reachable by John's open mouth. Of course, I didn't make it too easy on George, picking up his balls and using the big orbs as a crutch, to draw his stick into John's orifice. I knew I would be milking myself dry here, what with fucking John and George to completion, but my balls wouldn't let up on me. Nearing shooting time, I decided to give John the humiliation of all humiliations. The three of us went off about the same time. I made it doubly humiliating for John, as he gulped down George's seed. Erupting, my white cum shooting out in ropes, I positioned my cock tip over John's face. I got him good! I wasn't finished though.Walking around the table, I hoped up on the end, my knees between John's legs. Grasping George by his blonde locks, I pulled his sagging chin off of John's balls. His mouth was already open, for the using. I stuffed my wet cock inside.
"Clean it off, boy!"
Perhaps if George hadn't had the nasty attitude, I might have been more subdued, not even have made him clean off my cock, but something deep inside compelled me, as I finished off my roleplay. Taking my exit, standing on my own two feet, I looked over at Alvin and Roberto. They too assumed the tired out position of cumming. As I rolled my lover's head to the side, hoping to steal a kiss, Alvin's cum seeped out from his lips.
"Gross!" I replied.
"Tasted real good," he says to me, "but I think I've had my fill today."
"Oh? How does that go?"
Roberto went on to inform me of the eight or ten, he lost track, cocks he sucked dry, before he came in here to play with John.
"And how many times did they milk you?"
"Only twice."
After I released Roberto's and Alvin's limbs, I turned to John.
"Comfy still?"
"C'mon man. Just release me?"
I stood there, my hand rubbing up and down his arm.
"And what will you do for that favor?"
"Just the fuck let me up?"
I couldn't believe it. After I already had unloaded my seed into his ass, then George's, the words I conveyed to John, started to make my cock twitch again.
"Um, Anthony?"
"Yeah?" I flicked my attention to my lover.
"Alvin says he's had enough play for today. George, him and me are going to go upstairs and take a swim."
"Don't you leave me stranded here, Anthony!" John warned.
I could feel the vibrations taking over my cock and balls. I wasn't ready for that swim yet.
"You go ahead. I've got to untie John here."
"Okay."
I waited til they had been out of sight.
"Well, you going to untie me or what?"
Bending down, I picked up a buttplug, the end as wide as a four beer cans.
"How does this thing work, anyway?"
It was my turn to laugh my ass off, as John's eyes became as wide as saucers!
Before we made our way out of his dungeon, I asked if he had anything to stimulate the nips. He placed these square units on my pecs, over each hairy nips and tightened the screws, capturing my nip meat in each. First came the pain, then as my balls churned, I needed release, from the immense pleasure.
As we left the dungeon, he asks, "Are you sure you don't want something up your ass?"
Once upstairs, we joined the boys in the pool. Seems that some of the other guests had stayed to cool down.
"Any guy's ass that looks inviting, you let me know Anthony."
"How about all of them?"
"Like I said, Anthony. You're a man after my own heart. Take as many as you want!"
I could have, but right now, only one interested me. The one that stood near the end of the diving board, ready to take the plunge, waiting for the hot boys to clear out from underneath. That night, well early morning, I lay there, watching my sleeping beauty, his beautiful chest rise and fall with the rhythm of his breathing. Thunder startled me out of my reverie. It's then I heard a knock come at the door.
"Come in. We're indecent!" I joked.
With the opening door, came our host.
"Alvin?"
"Um, mind if I come in?"
"Not at all, but be quiet. Roberto's asleep."
"No I'm not!"
I accused him of being a faker. Something I knew he was getting good at!
"What's up Alvin?"
Still with nothing on, he approached the bed.
"Um, I'm all alone and the thunder scared me."
"A twenty-something year old college frat and you're scared of thunder?"
"I'm nineteen and alone."
"What happened to George?"
"I'm not attached to him. Like I said. We're friends."
Roberto questions, "Well, what happened to the other guys?"
"Some had to split. A couple wanted to have more fun in the dungeon with Uncle John and..."
I had to cut him off. It seemed appropriate.
"Speaking of which. Why did you lie to us?"
"Oh that."
He made a motion to sit on the edge of the bed. I acknowledged it as `okay'.
"It's kind of a game we have."
"So I noticed."
Roberto made me shut up. I let Alvin go on.
"You see, I figured you two had been traveling together, then sensed you had been more than friends."
"Gaydar?" I asked.
"I guess you can call it that, but also you seemed to be open to the discipline, too."
"I found it sort of interesting."
I know Roberto would call that an understatement!
"So did Uncle John. When he called back and left the message, I knew it was a signal. Um, I also am guilty of being selfish."
"Selfish? How does that go?"
When he looked to Roberto, I knew it was one-sided.
"I loved the taste of his cock. I wanted to taste it again, get to know his body more intimately."
I watched, as Alvin crawled up and took a peck from my lover's lips. As Alvin talked, he slowly lay down, right in front of Roberto. My lover placed his hand on his stomach, working his finger in and out of his deep bellyhole, rubbing over his thin, dark treasure trail.
"Kind of hairy for a nineteen year old," Roberto mentions, his fingering up of Alvin's hairy chest.
"Yeah, well. It runs in the family."
I switched the subject.
"George calls you his perfect `10'. That's why I thought you two are a couple."
"Oh no. You're mistaken."
"I didn't think so," my lover said to him, his hand advancing up the abs trail, to mid chest.
"When George called me `Tenn', he meant my name."
"You're name?"
"Yes. Alvin Tennyson McCormic, the third, to be exact."
"Third, eh? So, you have a long line of decendants, huh?"
"Is that where you get all your loot?"
I didn't think it proper to ask, but Roberto had already said it. I can't say I wasn't curious.
"Uncle John holds it in a trust for me, until my twenty-first birthday."
"I suppose that explains you working at the Cash'n'Dash?"
"That's really Uncle John's."
"So you already mentioned."
"Right. Uncle John says it's good for me. Shows me real values in life, not that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth."
Roberto jokes, "You're very good with a cock, too!"
I couldn't believe it! Right in front of me, Alvin takes the back of Roberto's neck and pulls his lips in for a kiss!
No time like the present, for a knock on the door.
"Enter," and under my breath, `why not!'
"Excuse me, but John wanted to know..."
The whole time, George's eyes are glued on Alvin.
"If you wanted to join us, in our room."
"All of us?" I ask.
"Or some of you. Whomever is horned up enough for some hot sex."
"You can go if you want," Roberto asks.
It must've been my hand rubbing my cock and balls, though I tried hiding the action with the sheet.
Giving in, I replied, "Are you going to be alright?"
Stupid to say, in the first place, I looked upon him, Alvin's body splayed out on the bed.
"I'm game," I replied.
"Aren't you coming?" I asked George.
"Um, no. John said to return only if `you' didn't following through on the invitation. No, I'll hang here with Roberto and Tenn."
"Me? What makes me so special?"
George smiles, saying, "I think John likes you, which says a lot."
"Oh? How's that go?" I inquired of George.
While we're chatting, Roberto helped himself to the bed and Alvin's anatomy!
"I don't get the whole story," George scratched his strawberry blond head of hair, "but John's never `invited' a guy into his bed before."
"Oh? Then how... what?"
I fidgeted for the correct term, my mind drawn occasionally to the bed, seeing Alvin parting his legs, my Roberto finally getting a taste of his balls.
"You see, John never invites what he can take."
I think I felt priveledged. Getting up, I reached for the robe, out on the chair.
"You're not going to need that," George tells me.
I drape it back, over the chair.
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More driving ahead.....
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection without prior written permission, by the author.