Chapter 9 The Curse of Troy Fletcher
Includes leather, chastity, water sports, sounding, ball stretching, sucking, domination and humiliation... Average reading time: 20 minutes.
This scene picks up immediately after chapter 8, just as Troy enters the Anvil fetish bar to meet his 9th son Ethan for the first time...
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A heavy door was all that stood between Troy and his 9th son. He had come so far and he couldn't turn leave now, not least going back to that bastard bouncer at the entrance. Troy braced himself and took the plunge. He walked through a switch back to find himself swallowed up by the Anvil.
He was in a dark and sweaty space, softly lit with pools of warm red light. The walls were black or exposed brickwork, and everywhere was the evidence of the bar's former existence as a factory. A haze of smoke hung in the air, which rose to the ceiling at least 15 metres above. Overlooking the space were three levels of open plan mezzanines, all of which seemed to extend far back into the distance.
However, Troy's overwhelming impression was of wall-to-wall leather. Men of all shapes and sizes, and in all states of undress. Drinking, sweating, rutting... he was surrounded by it. Wherever he looked he could see sex, so much that it was difficult to distinguish individuals. Fucking, sucking and rimming... and that was just what he could see on display. He knew from his website research that the dark room mezzanines could only be more hardcore.
Fighting a rising wall of panic, he resolved to get himself cleaned up and then get a drink. Once he'd washed the cum off his face he'd feel more confident, right? He still couldn't believe the leather-clad bouncer at the door had so maliciously wiped the sponge leaking from Troy's arse across his face. He felt so dirty and used.
In the smoky darkness he could just make out a sign to the toilets, pointing deep underneath the first mezzanine. He slowly made his way there, doing his best to step around the writhing mass of men. The room was too packed and the room too drunk though, and he kept on bumping into guys. Or guys aggressively bumping into him. He kept pushing through, trying to forget the pinches of his bare arse, tugs of his big nipple rings and growls of `hey, look at the fresh meat'. Troy knew he could do this...
He was now under the mezzanine and following his nose more than anything else. The smell of stale piss was getting stronger, so he must be getting close. The further he went the more overwhelmed he became though. The heat, the smell, the noise, and the crowd. He felt like an imposter--
"You!" cried a man he'd just bumped past. He felt a leathered hand firmly grab his arm and the touch turned him back. Shit! Troy was looking straight into the eyes of his 9th son. Who was even hotter in real-life. A harness powerfully framed the son's flawless chest, whilst his shoulders were filled with power. Even his arms looked bigger than in his visions; a thick vein running down each bicep to emphasise their strength. Christ, even his bulge was threateningly larger...
"I've been dreaming of you. You've filled my thoughts for weeks... and now here you are, flesh and blood. How is that possible?" said Troy's son with a quiet authority far greater than his age. "And Jesus, why the fuck are you covered in cum? You look like somebody's bitch... are you?"
"No, no.... of course not" replied Troy, trying to deny the evidence. Even though he was here to find this man, he was struggling to catch up with the reality of actually seeing him. Especially in his current state. The two of them could not have been more different. Troy felt defiled, unsure and anxious. And yet the man holding onto his arm was totally self-possessed and at home. Even his leathers exuded confidence, being well worn in compared to Troy's fresh and unused virgin ones. Except for the cum dripping down his inner thighs of course...
Doing his best to slow the moment down, Troy offered to buy them both a drink. "Sure, but I'm not letting you out of my sight" replied the man, leading Troy to the bar.
Troy couldn't help but notice how easily the crowds seem to part for his son, he didn't have to nudge or barge people at all. He didn't even have to queue at the counter, somehow two bottles of beer were in his hand as soon as he glanced at the barman. And then they were in a dark corner, in as quiet a place as the Anvil could offer on a busy Friday night.
Troy stood up straight and did all he could to project confidence. He explained that he had dreamt of the man too, dreamt of him right in this bar in fact, and that was how he had found him. He went on to explain their connection... and the curse. He ended by holding out his hand to properly introduce himself.
The leather man took Troy's hand and shook it firmly. "Troy, eh? I'm Ethan" he said, a brief spark hanging in the air. Troy was glad as all the time he'd been talking the man's emotions had been impossible to read. It wasn't so much that he was being stonewalled, he was just that Ethan was inscrutable. Like he didn't need to reveal anything about himself to the world. He took it all in, not a wasted motion or emotion. At least he'd shook his hand--
"That doesn't explain the cum on your face though" replied Ethan seriously. He looked at the man claiming to be his father and waited for an answer. In some ways meeting the guy he'd been thinking about for weeks on end was a let-down. Apart from his initial and intense curiosity at seeing the stranger for real he was unfazed by what Troy had to say. He hadn't had a mother or a father in a long time... well, not since they'd caught him fucking his older brother. Ethan had the bigger dick of all the men in his house, so it was only fair, right? His parents hadn't thought so though... Since then he'd been on his own, using only his guile and guts to get through life.
Troy felt Ethan's eyes bore into him and he flushed red explaining about the bouncer... and what it had taken to get to the bar. That he hadn't wanted any of this but he'd had no choice. Ethan shook his head, in disbelief or acceptance Troy couldn't tell.
"Well, I guess that rings true with what I've seen in my head. In fact, it's only my visions that makes me think the curse isn't bullshit! But, tell me... the mean looking guy with the giant PA that likes to donkey punch you, is he for real?"
Troy took a slow blink and nodded.
"And the young guy with the dick the size of a horse cock? The one you secretly love being fucked by the most when it's really big? Have I made him up?
Troy shook his head, no you haven't.
"And the porn star twins with the giant tits you keep on sucking? Seriously?!" Ethan laughed wickedly in disbelief as Troy nodded his assent once more.
"But the three brothers with cum cannons for cocks? The ones whose spunk you wolf down like the elixir of life? Surely they can't be real?!"
One last sad nod. This wasn't going how Troy wanted.
"That's some seriously fucked up shit man! And you're saying that I might be one of your sons? The 9th, yes?" asked Ethan rhetorically. He seemed to know all of this already. "Then we need to find out how the curse has affected me, right? My birthday was five days ago so you're a little late... but no reason we can't work it out together."
Troy's last fragile wall of confidence crashed down. All of this had been for nothing! He wasn't in control! He was an imposter, covered in dried cum and standing with his chapped arse hanging out in a hardcore leather bar! His son - the one he'd fantasised about so long - was crazy hot but seemed crazily possessed. Why did Ethan seem to know so much when all Troy had seen was a blurred vision?
From that point on he knew that Ethan owned him: his son was dominant and on his home turf. Whereas Troy had been his a bitch for so long that he was completely lost. His grand plans of controlling meeting his 9th son went out the window and he was swept away.
Ethan had been looking at Troy with amused contempt but then everything seemed to change. His body hardened and grew in statue yet without getting taller.
"On your knees... now!" said Ethan, making it very clear he didn't expect to say it twice. Troy sunk to the floor. He suddenly felt very small.
"Now... the curse isn't going to affect me with any of the things your other sons have, right? I think it's time I branched out your sex education" he said with a sly grin.
"I know what it could be! My bladder has been feeling pretty full these last few days. Maybe it's that!"
Without pausing for a beat, Ethan reached into his leather jeans and pulled out his flaccid cock with his gloved hands. It was one of the most perfect cocks Troy had ever seen. A flawless tube with no imperfections or interruptions, just six, thick inches of flaccid meat. It had heft, it had class and Troy was captivated.
"Open your mouth, bitch. Let's find out whether you need to drain my bladder for me!"
Anyone looking on to the pair would have seen a hot sight. A muscular silver bear drinking his first load of hot piss from a young and commanding leather Dom. Yes, the man on his knees looked to be struggling to swallow it all, but the top looked to be a real expert and must have been controlling his stream to ensure not a drop was lost (even if the bottom's face said the taste was unpleasantly bitter and acrid). Finally the flow stopped and the top could be heard telling the bottom to lick his cock clean...
"Hmm... you did better than I expected" said Ethan, withdrawing his dick just when Troy was getting into it. "You sure you haven't taken piss before? If not, you must be a fucking natural! Never mind... I'm not sure whether my bladder feels any different though. Did that feel like a big piss to you? It felt pretty normal to me. I guess we'll have to try it a couple of times to find out for sure..." he broke off to take another heavy swig of beer.
"Damn, I wonder what else it could be? I know! My piss slit has been feeling kinda tight since my birthday. Maybe I need to stretch yours? Give me more room to work with, eh? How about it?" asked Ethan, as if Troy had a choice. "Don't move a muscle bitch, I'll be right back."
Troy hung his head in shame. He had drunk his 9th son's piss and now... god, stretching his piss slit didn't sound good. And yet since bumping into Ethan his dick had been straining the confines of his cock cage and he felt sad that Ethan was leaving him, even if for just a moment.
Troy waited and waited... worried he'd been left to fend for himself. He was scared he'd be scooped up by one of the many guys prowling the bar for a hole to fuck or a body to abuse...
He was right to be afraid. He suddenly became aware of a towering presence behind him. And a familiar and gruff voice.
"Well... look at the little bitch slut now" said Eddie. "This is a happy co-incidence" he smiled evilly. Troy's heart missed a beat.
It wasn't a co-incidence at all. Eddie had been so enthused at fucking up Troy's mind on the club's doorstop that he couldn't resist coming down to play. He'd been wandering around the bar looking for the little muscle slut when he'd found Ethan pissing into the slut's mouth. His dick took a lurch! Trust Ethan to find the muscle cunt, he always got the hot men!
He'd waited in the shadows for his moment. And this was it.
He stepped in front of Troy's kneeling body, his leather even more intimidating in the confines of the club. Troy sunk further down on his knees. The last thing he wanted was to see this brute again! He was the one who'd wiped cum all over his face. What would he do now? And what would Ethan say? He'd told him to wait, not to fuck around with other guys! However, it was the glint in Eddie's eyes and the giant metal shears in Eddie's hands that totally threw Troy though.
"Oh yeah, bitch... time to release your meat!"
Troy's protestations fell on deaf ears and he was dragged up onto his feet. Soon his leather jock pouch had been discarded and the padlock on his cock cage cut through.
Troy heard the lock and cage falling noisily onto the floor before he realised his dick was free. His cock though? As always it was one step ahead, a big slug of precum pushing out the tip as it unfurled.
Eddie murmured in appreciation. He knew his instincts would be right! This muscle bear had some serious meat to play with! He dropped the shears and took the thickening prick in one hand and the heavy balls in another--
"I see you two are getting reacquainted" said Ethan, surprising them both. To Troy's dismay the giant bouncer didn't release his cock in shock, he just carried on leisurely manipulating it. Damn, there wasn't going to be any escape. And why the fuck was his dick getting so hard?! The sight of Ethan and the leathered hands on his dick were simply too much.
"I know, and I think he likes it!" said the leathered-up bouncer. When he'd seen Ethan leave the muscle bear he had stopped the younger top in the shadows. Told him all about their encounter at the door, including some very personal details... like the true state of the muscle bear's cunt, and the fact that his cock was caged. In seconds Eddie was tasked to set Troy free. He'd grabbed the bar's steel cutters (always useful in a place like this, after all you never knew when someone might misplace a key and need access...) and set to work.
Now it was time for Ethan to get stretching... all with Eddie's help to keep the muscle bear steady. He'd been delighted to see his father's big dick revealed. He took pleasure from working over any man, regardless of their size or shape. But he couldn't deny that having a surplus of cock to work with gave him more options. He nodded at the bouncer.
Before he could think Troy had been manhandled onto a padded table nearby. The furniture was typical of the Anvil. Somehow it was a venue that managed to make you feel as if you were intimately connected to the action and yet always with the space to create your own moment. Not that Ethan wasn't being watched though... Ethan was a player who had serious game and everyone wanted to see just how he was going to use the fresh meat he'd ensnared.
Anyone looking would have seen Ethan's prey held down by a giant dressed in full leather, who seemed to be taking inordinate pleasure in his role. The prey itself didn't seem to know whether to struggle or accept its fate, but surely his big muscles meant he could get away if he really wanted to, right? And if he wasn't enjoying it then why would his thick dick be standing up so painfully hard and straight up from his body? And definitely not pumping out such unnaturally thick glops of precum?
Next they would have seen Ethan opening up a small leather case and carefully selecting a thick metal rod before holding it up to the muscle bear. They would have seen words exchanged, the bear violently struggling, and then Ethan shrugging his shoulders as if to say `have it your way.' The steel rod then being returned to the case and replaced by a much, much thicker one instead. The terrified bear going shock-still as the cold metal sound was then wiped against his dick, lubing it up with his own precum...
The bear's meaty dick was then held by the top's free hand, pulling the foreskin down and away from the glans as he went. It was held firmly, maybe too firm... And then the sound glinting in the light and being slowly inserted into the bear's shaft. As it descended it was difficult to tell whether it was gravity doing its magic or whether it had a forceful helping hand from Ethan... either way, the bear seemed stunned at the sensation of the thick metal forging a path down his cock. Even more when Ethan started brutally pumping the sound up and down, making the bear feel as if he was being wanked from the inside.
Everyone watching would have seen pleasure turn to pain as the sounds remorselessly increased in size. But they also would have seen a cock being expertly worked and stretched by a true professional. Just the right amount of pain and punishment and pleasure, kept on edge, building it up, taking it down, stretching it until the the muscle bear quivered all over, his cum desperately trying to force its way past the sound. Strong waves of relief as the top pulled the last gigantically thick sound out.
"Christ almighty!" said Troy. It was the first time he'd orgasmed naturally in a long time and yet... his cock was on fire. What the fuck had his son just done to him?! He was dismissively released by Eddie, who told him to "shut up bitch, many men bigger than you have taken far worse. Besides, by my reckoning all Ethan's done is stretch your piss hole to a size befitting your cunt!"
The words immediately shut Troy up. Eddie nodded his thanks at Ethan, pleased to be part of such a hot scene. Ethan then turned on Troy.
"Did I say you could cum?! Showing me up in front of one of my friends? You know, I think this whole sounding experiment has been a failure. My piss slit doesn't feel any different. Does yours? I thought not," answering for Troy, even though Troy's piss slit was clearly open and oozing bubbles of cum. Would it ever return to normal? And boy did it sting!
"You clearly got some pleasure out of having your cock tortured though. But maybe it's your balls we need to focus on... mine haven't been hanging quite so low recently."
In seconds, Ethan was was manipulating Troy's ballsack in his leather clad hands. Troy was still lying on the table and he couldn't help but sit up on his elbows to see what was going on. His balls had been grabbed in one hand and then - painfully - pulled as far away from his body as they'd go. The stretched skin was suddenly wrapped in a giant metal cuff. The cold steel and the tension on his balls was a new feeling for Troy and he wasn't sure he liked it, not least seeing Ethan fiddling around with an Allen key and guessing that the cuff wasn't removable. He was shocked at just how thick the metal was: at least 2" high and an inch thick.
Ethan then commanded him to get up, saying it was time to go meet some of his friends. Troy swung his legs off the side of the table and felt the true weight of the cuff for the first time. He softly moaned and immediately went to cradle his balls with a free hand. Ethan wasn't having any of it and slapped the hand away. "Did I say you could touch, bitch?! Be quiet and keep those hands off" he said sternly. "Now get down."
Trying to be careful, Troy did his best to slide off but the platform was high and even for him it was a long drop. His booted feet landed heavily and he cried out in pain as the heavy metal whipped his balls. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, but even then he knew that the strain on his balls was only going to get worse as the tension increased.
Ethan pretended to be furious at the cry of pain. "You really are a fuck-up, aren't you? You parade your bare arse around in chaps for everyone to see and then beg my friend Eddie to mark you out as the slut you are. You then walk-in with so much cum running down your legs that you look like the aftermath of a barrack room orgy, telling everyone who looks that you're that you're nothing but a cheap whore. And then you spin me some line about a curse in an attempt to get me use your fucked-up body? God. No more Mr Nice Guy..."
Ethan told the muscle bear to stay still and wait. A couple of minutes later the Dom came back with a bucket that held ice and six bottles of beer, with another couple of bottles in his hand. He gave one to Troy and told him to drink before downing another himself. Surely Ethan wasn't planning on getting him drunk?
It was actually far worse.
Anyone observing the two would have seen the confused muscle bear lower himself onto his knees and swallow another huge load of the top's piss, though some was humiliating sprayed on the bear's face at the end. It was done with care and not an inch of the sub's head was missed nor a drop of piss wasted. Suddenly, what looked like a pre-existing dried layer of cum on the bear's face started to rehydrate and glisten in the dark.
The bear was then back on his feet, slightly stooped from the thick ball cuff he was uncomfortably wearing. That wasn't all though. Soon the young top attached a metal hoop to the base of the divider though it was unclear why... Aha, a hook was now being used to hang the bucket of beer from the new attachment! The muscle bear winced in pain at the extra weight, especially when the top gave it a shove to make it swing.
The older bear was then led around the bar and up and down the mezzanines as the young top looked for his friends to deliver them an ice-cold bottle of beer, delivered by balls. The journey seemed to take forever, not least because the night was getting late and the bar emptying, but also because the younger guy seemed intent on covering as much distance as possible. He even made a point of visiting some friends twice as the first time they'd been too busy fucking or flogging to accept a cold one.
The fact that the bucket was slowly being emptied seemed to make no difference to the bear, he waddled about bow-legged, the tension in his balls - now stretched inches and inches from his body - was there for everyone to see. It was then that the indignity really started. The young top offered the empty bucket up to anyone who needed a slash and the bear became a walking piss carrier. He had now had to move extra slow to make sure he didn't spill a drop, though after one `accident' when a few drips splashed on the floor and his legs the top was sure to ask the bear to make up the difference with his own piss - forcing the bottom to empty his own beer-filled bladder into the bucket and thereby help add his own valuable contribution to the stretch. (Though quite why the bottom looked so agonised as he pissed was anyone's guess - only people who had seen the bear's sounding session would know the painful truth of his piss-hole!).
Finally their long beer and piss patrol was at an end. Even despite the all-encompassing agony in his balls taking most of his attention, Troy had seen more sex walking around the bar than he ever could have wished. The things being done to his body seemed tame to some of the things he'd witnessed.
Troy and Ethan were now standing overlooking the bar on the very top mezzanine. He was glad that it was late and the bar was obviously emptying and he could go home and rest. This entire night had been a disaster. His body was wrecked and he had never felt such pain or public humiliation before.
"Enjoying yourself, stud?" asked Ethan, seemingly as fresh as when they'd first met. Troy mumbled an answer in exhaustion and for once Ethan didn't pursue a reply. He seemed more interested in unlocking a giant cupboard set into the wall.
Troy waited patiently - what else could he do? - desperate for the piss bucket to be removed. Finally, Ethan turned back and carefully unhooked it.
The relief in Troy's balls was extreme but he was shocked at just how purple his nuts looked and at how low the metal weight was hanging compared to earlier. Would his balls ever go back to normal?! Ethan then removed the steel cuff, none too carefully, and started to massage the bear's distended sack. Troy's pain was off the charts as the blood came rushing back and Ethan tenderised his balls.
Finally he seemed content and stood up. Troy was hurting and exhausted, not able to help himself. "Please... can I go home now? he pleaded.
"But we haven't found out how the curse affects me! Surely you don't want to stop until we know for sure?" replied Ethan. Troy's heart sunk. Oh yeah - the piss drinking, the sounding, the ball-stretching... surely they hadn't been in vain?
Ethan hauled out his own fat meat to check... "Sorry to say this, but I'm not sure all that experimentation has made a difference. My bladder doesn't feel any smaller, and my piss slit looks just the same, as does the stretch of my balls... what a bummer" he said, almost sounding crestfallen.
He seemed to immediately pick up though. "I know! Maybe we're being too complicated about this and you just need to give me a good old-fashioned blow job? How about that, eh? Do it good and we'll know where we stand for sure..."
Troy didn't need to be told twice. Seeing this blow job as his ticket out and finally being able to rest after the longest day of his life, he sunk to his knees and took his son's thick shaft in his mouth. He may have been tired but sucking a dick to him was instinctual by now. To his great surprise, he found that he wasn't on cock auto-pilot though. No, he savoured the rich funk that his son had built up over a night going commando in leather. He gloried in the flawless girth that forced him to stretch his mouth wide. He relished the deep and invasive heft that concentrated his breathing on getting air in and not gagging. But above all, he loved sucking his dominant son's dick. Despite all this - the humiliation, the crushed plans, not knowing what the future would bring - he couldn't deny that his leather son was fucking hot. He realised that his own dick was powerfully hard as Ethan took full control and started savagely face fucking him.
By now he was really feeling it and the time between Ethan allowing him to snatch a gulp of breathe was getting longer and longer. Ethan's gloved hands were pressing Troy's head into his crotch, burying his junk for all his worth, starving him of oxygen. Troy's own dick was like an iron bar, his tender balls tight against his body: this was one of the most intense experiences of his life. Troy's throat muscles went into overdrive, knowing that the only way for him to be released was to send his son over the edge. Finally - desperately - Ethan's body convulsed and Troy felt great slugs of cum fire down the back of his throat... Troy then frantically struggled to be released but still Ethan held him tight, until one heavy touch of Ethan's great boots to the base of Troy's balls was all it took. The oxygen-starved bottom shot with all his might! Ropes of ecstatic jizz fired out of the muscle bottom and sprayed Ethan's leathers.
Finally it was over and Troy was released. It was one of the amazing orgasms of his life and he was dead beat, but somehow - seeing Ethan's expectant face - he knew what he had to do. He licked the fat pearls of his cum off his top's jeans and boots, giddy with fresh oxygen and the taste of leather.
He finally stood up and looked at Ethan, saying something he'd never said before. "Thanks, son."
Ethan could see what the night had done to the man in front of him and felt the bond that connected them. Ethan reached out and hugged his father, the touch of a man's body never having felt so good or so right.
Next: Troy finds out exactly how the curse affects Ethan...
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