Tom the Fireman Part 63
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Having a harrowing drive into the city, Tom was relieved when he finally reached the city house. With the city in almost gridlock, he painstakingly drove to the townhouse. After parking, he gathered his suitcase and let himself in. While punching in the security code he was excited he was finally there, looking forward to his big morning. Needing a few minutes to gather himself, he sat in the dark looking out the front window. The passersby's' walked on the sidewalks, some by themselves, others with a group, talking and laughing as they made their way past the darken window. Missing Steven, he reached for his phone, dialing his partner to let him know he arrived safely.
Hearing the phone ring, Steven looked at his phone, sighing before hitting the answer button, trying his best not to let Tom know he was crying. While drying his eyes, Steven hesitantly answered the phone, trying to sound convincing that nothing was wrong. Failing, his voice was cracking from his nervousness, Steven gulped when Tom noticed something was obviously wrong - hearing it immediately in Steven's voice.
"Are you crying?" Tom questioned, as he sat by the window in the darkness, looking at onto the street.
Wiping his eyes and inhaling, "Yes, I'm missing you," replied Steven trying not to think of what just happened.
Hearing those words Tom smiled, they meant so much to him. "I miss you too!" Tom beamed. "I love you!"
Feeling like he betrayed Tom, there was silence on the line, as more tears formed in Steven's eyes, he broke up as he said, "I love you too." Not wanting to make Tom too concerned.
"I'm just watching the people outside walk past the house, the neighborhood is nicely decorated for the holidays. Just wish you were here with me, I have never been here without you," Tom continued to chat away.
"Well, you're a big boy, I'm sure you will do fine. There are plenty of DVD's to watch if you get bored," sniffled Steven, trying to take his mind off of RJ.
"Well, I just wanted you to know I arrived safely; that I love you and I miss you too!" reassured Tom. Knowing something happened, but Steven wasn't going to tell him.
"I love you too," as Steven sniffled, "I'm going to bed early, I have to be up in Easton first thing in the morning. Good luck with the interview. I'm sure you'll do just fine."
As Steven hung up the phone, he kept thinking why he was entranced with RJ, was it because this stranger was a forbidden fruit, now that he is a married man. His desire to touch him grew strong, as he tried to fight the feelings of infidelity.
As Tom put down the phone, he wondered if Steven was alright. Picking up his phone again, he dialed Jake, knowing Sam was out of town. When Jake picked up, Tom asked him for a favor," Can you check on Steven. I'm concerned something might have happened to him, and he's not going to tell me."
Hesitating before answering the request, Jake wasn't going to let the cat out of the bag. Trying not to let on Jake replied, "Sure, I'll call you right back." Looking at Randy, Jake quickly got up saying, "I'll be right back."
"Tom wants to you to see if Steven is alright," Randy asked, "Do you want me to come?"
Nodding his head `No,' Jake replied, "Stay here, Steven can be fragile when he's in this state." Randy replied with a frown, as he lay there stretched out in front of the fireplace basking in the warmth. "You know where I'll be." As he gave Jake a devious smile.
Jake gathered the articles Steven left behind in his frantic departure, getting dressed to Randy's disappointment. Jake walking over to see if Steven was ok.
"You sure you don't want me to come?" asking Randy once more.
"Oh! I want you to come, but when I return. I could have my hands full," Jake smiled.
"I was hoping at least your mouth." Retorted Randy.
Laughing as he stepped outside, Jake bundled up thinking how Steven could have streaked across the driveway, it was cold being all bundled up. Hearing the ground crunch under his feet as he went to check on Steven, he pulled his jacket even tighter, feeling the cold air. Noticing a pair of underwear, Jake gathered the lost article.
Knocking on the front door, Jake patiently waited outside bouncing up and down to keep warm. Not hearing anything he paused for a minute before he reached for the handle, noticing it wasn't locked he opened the door carefully. Walking into the house, Jake called out Steven's name but didn't get a response. Walking into the living room, then the den, and even the kitchen; not seeing Steven downstairs, he walked upstairs calling his name. Noticing the light in the hallway that came from the direction of his bedroom, Jake peeped into the bedroom through the cracked door, seeing Steven on the bed curled up in a ball.
Startled as he looked up, Steven sat up in bed as Jake walked in the room, "Hey Steven, I think you worried Tom and us. Tom just called and asked me to check up on you. Tom wants to know if you are ok."
Steven mumbled, "I'm fine. I shouldn't have come over when you had company. I didn't know Sam was away, I'm sorry, truly sorry."
Sitting down on the side of the bed, "Did you tell Tom?" Jake asked.
"No, and I'm feeling horrible about what could have happened," confessed Steven. "Did you?"
Resting his hand on Steven's shoulder, "I didn't let on that you were over there." As he handed Steven the missing articles of clothing. "Nothing happened, this evening never happened as far as I'm concerned," comforted Jake.
Looking up through watery eyes, "I'm sorry. I'll be OK, I'm just mad at myself, I just wanted to know who that man was that I saw last night and then this morning leaving the guesthouse."
"That's ok, just an old friend," dismissed Jake.
"A very hot one, at that," as Steven gave Jake a knowing smile.
Jake leaned into to hug Steven, "It's alright, everything is alright, nothing happened." As he patted Steven's shoulder. "Why don't you get under the covers to keep warm, it's going to be a cold one tonight."
Tearfully smiling, Steven raised up his ass and legs to lower the covers, Jake watched as Steven got under the covers. Standing up and walking to the other side of the bed, he tucked Steven in, kissing him on the forehead. Turning he closed the blinds on the window saying, "Good night."
Jake felt comfortable, knowing Steven would be alright. Patting Steven on the head, he gave him another kiss before turning off the light, leaving the same way he entered. Closing the door behind him, Jake bundled up tightly thinking about what was waiting for him when returning back home. Stepping inside, he placed his finger to his lip, as Mason stood in front of the fireplace naked, peering down at Randy's naked body. Jake saw that Mason was primed for tonight's activities. As Jake removed his coat, Tom answered the phone. Jake reassured him things are alright, that Steven's in bed. Hanging up the phone Jake dropped his sweatpants joining Randy on the floor, as Mason held his hands out to the warmth of the fireplace.
Tom sounded relieved on the other side. Thanking Jake, knowing Steven was all right. Tom was able to relax. Bored of watching the people walk by, Tom decided to get naked as he headed toward the master bedroom. Opening his lightly packed suitcase, Tom reached to the bottom. He pulled out the toy from the other night. Being alone, he wanted to try it out. It was a long time since Randy had implemented such a device on him, he wondered if he still had the stamina. Searching for the lube as he routed through the suitcase. Finding it he set it down on the nightstand. Placing the acrylic toy on the bed Tom headed into the bathroom.
Looking into the mirror Tom ran his fingers through his beard, realizing he hasn't been recognized recently because of his facial hair, he mulled over the thought would be better if he shaved it off, against Steven's wishes. Walking back into the bedroom, he opened the portfolio, looking at his clean-shaven face, but he liked the privacy he got when people didn't recognize him with the beard. His fingers graced his beard, thinking it was better to keep it.
While looking into the mirror, Tom wanted to see if there were any pictures of Barron. He was curious to see what Steven's lover looked like, only seeing brief glimpses in pictures. Heading back downstairs, Tom looked through the photo albums that were discovered on the shelf. Not being able to find what he was looking for as he placed the last one away, something caught his eye. Pulling out all the photo albums, Steven found another stashed out of hiding, just wanting to be noticed. Opening the photo album, BINGO, it was what he wanted to see.
Turning the pages as he looked at the handsome ruggedness of the mountain man, Tom couldn't see Steven with such a `lumber'sexual. The curly redhead with the muscular frame and a beard that went down to his chest. He turned the pages seeing him in tight tee-shirts that stretched over his muscles, and an unkempt beard that almost hid his impressive chest. The arms were as big as Tom's thighs, and a flat stomach.
Seeing a picture with Thor as Tom thought of him with his shirt off, made Tom's knees grow weak. He was looking at a comic book action hero, as Tom couldn't take his eyes off him. He was like a kid looking at the newest comic book of his favorite action hero, except Tom was sexually excited at the masculinity this man naturally oozed.
Hastily turning the page, a few photos fell out the back of the book, it was like they wanted Tom to find them. Picking them up off the floor, Tom had to look twice to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. Thor' naked. Tom's cock instantly sprang to life, looking at the muscular nakedness. Nothing that he saw in those comic books had impressive bulges, letting one know they were male. But this was Barron, buck naked Thor', with a cock swinging between his powerful thighs. This was too good to be true, as he stared at the beauty.
With his mouth drooling, Tom couldn't put his tongue back in his mouth. Staring at the raw sexuality of Barron's nakedness resulted in Tom experiencing tingling in his awaking loins. Realizing there were more pictures for his viewing Tom set the photo next to him on the arm before looking at another, this photo was of Barron fully aroused. Tom had to close his eyes, he wiped the precum from his cock, licking his fingers as not to stain the fabric of the chair he was sitting in.
"That fuckin' lucky bastard," Tom said out loud as he opened his eyes to gaze upon the incredible picture. Not wanting to take his eyes off it, he placed it on the arm of his chair, before looking at the next photograph. Tom had to set the rest face down, as he quickly gazed at Steven in `Thor's' massive arms. Feeling jealous, seeing Steven in the arms of another man. He kept reminding himself, that this was before they met, and that the competition no longer exists. Tom had to walk away from the pictures. He ran back upstairs skipping every other step, trying to avoid the stimulus of his current state, Tom could feel himself sweat, with his heightened state of arousal.
His mind just wouldn't allow Tom to calm down, his hormones pumped through his body, forcing him to walk back downstairs. Picking up the remaining pictures he placed face down, something was directing him to look at those pictures. Picking up the photograph of Steven in Thor's' arms, he set it face down on the chair, closing his eyes before looking at the next, Tom thought his cock was going to explode as he saw Thor' with Steven tied up, the ball crusher between Steven's legs. Tom's mouth dropped, seeing another side of Steven.
"Fuck, Thor' was his Randy," Tom spoke out loud. His cock throbbed seeing Steven in this predicament, not believing Steven would have posed or allow anyone to take such intimate pictures. He wanted to see the other's but knew he wasn't ready to deal with what he already saw. Gathering the photos from the chair, Tom stacked them together, taking them upstairs. He was getting an education on Thor' and his 'Clark Kent'.
Tom placed the pictures face down, something wanted him to look at those pictures, but another side of his deviousness was telling him to look. Tom was feeling insecure about his body, wondered what Steven saw in him. If that was his husband, how could he ever compete. His insecurities were surfacing, his cock shriveling as Tom tried to think of other things. Stretching out his arms, his hand came in contact with the ball crusher that Tom stole from Steven.
Picking up the acrylic device, Tom examined it before removing the nuts from the screws. Fishing his balls and then his cock through the first hole, Tom struggled a little bit as the hole he placed the jewels through was a little snug. Pulling on his balls to make sure they made contact with the bottom plate, Tom rearranged himself. With the two nuts still in his hands, he worked his cock through the second hole lowering the acrylic upper part against his balls. With his free hand, Tom felt he was obligated to press the two plates together, feeling a little pressure on his balls. Gathering a nut between his fingers, he slowly placed onto the screw that stuck through the top plate, turning till he felt the pressure against the one side of his ball. While still holding the contraption together, Tom placed the second nut between his thumb and index finger turning the nut loosely around the screw. He pictured he was Steven in that picture and felt the presence of `Thor' commanding him in the room.
Feeling the intense pressure on his balls from the plates as the unheard voice in his mind told Tom to squeeze them a little closer. Adding more tension as he turned the nuts to hold the pressure on his `boys'. Feeling the approval from the unseen entity. Tom looked between his legs, seeing the ball crusher in place. Reaching up with his hand, as his semi-hard cock starting to rise Tom took his nipple between his thumb and index finger - squeezing and pulling at the same time. Moaning as he felt the pleasurable pain of his nipple, his cock stirred as it slowly engorged with blood, causing the cock to expand against the tight hole of the crusher.
Enjoying the exhilarating self-pleasure, Tom placed both hands on his nipples. Teasing himself, as his cock pointed to the ceiling adjusting to the initial pressure. Tom felt the presence wanting him to increase the tension by pinching the plates a little closer together, as he turned the nuts. Grabbing his phone, Tom took a picture of his cock and balls squashed between the plates. Holding the phone, he stroked his cock. Seeing the `boys' pressed against the clear acrylic, the pressure causing his cock to ache as it began to produce his sweet nectar.
Turning his head, he noticed the picture of Steven lying next to him, his legs spread with the crusher between them; his wrists tied as well as his ankles; as Barron had attached clamps to his nipples. Feeling his cock throbbing, Tom reached for the lube on the nightstand, pouring a little into his palm, he reached down, wrapping his lubed palm around his pulsing dick. Moaning as he felt the slippery lube make contact with his sensitive cock head, his hand proceeded down the shaft. The presence watched with approval, as Tom's straining cock glistened watching himself stimulate the captive cock. Removing his hand, Tom admired his massive cock as it stood proudly pointing toward the ceiling. He consciously compared the weapon that hung between Barron's legs as he glanced at the picture, both impressive in size. The wet, slippery shaft fueled Tom's desire as he returned his hand to slowly stroke the long axis, feeling the pressure against his balls.
Desiring Barron's cock as he was getting used to the feeling, Tom sensed it was time for more pressure; squeezing the plates closer with his lubed hand, as he adjusted the nuts again, winning the approval from the force. The pressure on his balls caused his cock to leak even more. Placing the lubed hand over his straining cock, Tom slowly stroked himself. Enjoying the slow self-pleasure, along with mild self-abuse.
As Tom stroked his cock, the plate rose and fell with the direction of his hand. His balls trapped between the two pieces of acrylic, Tom palmed the cockhead, sending shivers of pleasure down his shaft throughout his body. He enjoyed teasing the tip of his cockhead. He watched the leakage, tensing as his palm excited him. Tom was aware of pleasuring himself as his stimulating actions pleased the presence that directed him. Slowly wrapping his hand around the shaft he proceeded to slowly work the pole, as his hand glided smoothly against the velvety hard surface, causing Tom to moan with pleasure.
As he stroked, he tightened the nuts against his balls as his mind instructed him. Tilting his head back as he arched his back. Raising his ass from the bed. Tom slowly thrust his hips into the air to stroke his cock. As though directed by some entity, Tom reached for his nipple. Placing it between his thumb and index finger, he pinched while he stroked his aching cock which each thrust upward. He writhed on the bed as he made self-love to himself.
The plates were getting closer as the nuts were tightened. Tom slowly worked himself, calling out verbally to his imaginary lover. "Yeah suck my big fucking cock, you like my big fucking cock, don't you?" as he felt the energy pass through his body.
Pulling intensely on his swollen nipple caused Tom's cock to throb. As instructed he pinched a little harder, raising his shoulders from the bed as he squinted. His cock telling his lover to stroke his cock. "Yeah tighten those plates, squeeze my fucking balls, make me feel alive." Reaching down as he gave his aching nipple some relief while paying attention to squashing his nuts. "Oh, yeah, that shit hurts daddy." Rising his hips off the bed he looked at his shimmering cock jutting from the constrictive hole of the device. "Yeah, hurt daddy, daddy likes that." As his hand went back to his nipple with the other wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly.
Watching his pre-cum gather at the tip of his piss slit, Tom felt a warm breath of air on his cock head. Scooping the fresh nectar being squeezed from his nuts, Tom instinctively tasted the sweetness while he pinched his nipple a little harder. Twisting as he pulled, "Yeah, daddy likes" growled Tom.
Feeling his nipple getting sore, Tom released his nipple from between the fingers. Scooping up more of the free-flowing nectar, he rubbed it on his nipple before trying to pinch the slimy nipple, causing his cock to pulse. With his feet flat on the bed, knees bent, Tom thrust his hips toward his face as he pumped the rock-hard rod.
His breathing was irregular. He moaned out loud, "Yeah, oh, Yeah, fucking A, yeah, oh Fuck Me THOR!" He closed his eyes, imagining being tied up as the master worked his cock, trying to hold back until he was given permission to cum.
"Oh, My Thor" escaped from his lips as he pumped faster on his cock. Pushing up with both feet on the bed as his shoulders touched the bed, creating an arc in his back, he was going to explode. Holding back, Tom was screaming into the air. Echoing throughout the room as he fought himself to keep from cumming. His body tensed. He grabbed the sheets while giving his nipple relief. He curled his fingers into the bed sheets, fighting the pending orgasm.
Feeling the energy throughout his body, as he heard in his mind, "Let go." Screaming loudly, he hollered as he felt the first wave course through his rigid body. The awesome rush caused his head to turn from side to side. Screaming as he felt the thick load rip through his body, blasting out of the tip of his cock, landing on his face. Not expecting the first blast, Tom jumped when the warm, thick load landed on his face. Feeling the thick glob oozing down the side of his face toward the sheets below. Not stopping his self-pleasuring Tom yelled out, "Oh, Fuck" as the second blast exited his body, landing in his hair, with his hand still pumping on his cock, the third blasted caused his body to tremble, arching his back as the load shot into the air, landing on his furry chest.
His mouth was open, forming an `o' but no sound came out as the fourth and the fifth blast through his body with less intensity. Opening his eyes, he envisioned an image standing over him, the touch of the energy rocked his body, with the last of his thick body fluids, dripping down his hand. Exhausted, Tom's body collapsed onto his bed. His mind reeling from the intense session, as he collapsed paralyzed where he lay. Dozing off for a few minutes.
Thinking he heard a doorbell ring, the presence left. Tom awakened finding his cock still trapped in the device. Hearing the doorbell for a second time, he realized someone was actually at the door. Tom tried to get the device off his cock with no avail, hoping whoever it was would just leave, Tom was working unloosing the nuts, fumbling as the doorbell rang a third time.
Panic set in when he heard the front door open, realizing he forgot to lock it. With fear in his mind, he didn't hear his name being called out. He froze as he listened to the footsteps in the house. Tom was yanking but it was too tight around his massive cock. Panic filled his eyes as he heard the steps coming up the stairs. His heart was in this throat when the bedroom door squeaked open. Dreading the presence Tom felt was real, he struggled violently with the device as he lay in bed. Bev peered in to see his trapped cock at full mast jutting up from the device that encased his balls. Tom froze with his struggle when his eyes met Bev's. Pulling the door shut, Bev went back downstairs, as Tom struggled to get the device off.
Bev sat in the parlor waiting for Tom, texting Steven that Tom is ok. Hearing the movement upstairs, she knew Tom was up and putting on a robe. He came downstairs avoiding eye contact asking, "Is everything was alright?" Bev looked out the front window, "Steven asked me to check in on you. I just text him saying you are ok."
Biting his lip he was waiting for the question, but heck if he was going to volunteer any information. While still looking out the window, "Do you guys always play with your dicks?" holding out her hand in the stop position, not really wanting Tom to answer that.
Bev stood up looking at Tom, "Follow me." As she headed toward the basement. Not knowing what Bev was doing, he followed ducking the ductwork as they made their way to the back of the basement. Opening a lid to a turtle dish Bev removed the key, unlocking a door that Tom didn't even know existed. Stepping inside she turned on the light, not saying anything, as Tom followed behind her. His mouth dropped, but felt his cock stir as his eyes adjust to the dimly lit room.
Looking at Bev, she looked a little uncomfortable, "This was Barron's room, I had to keep this room hidden when Steven had his breakdown. I didn't want to explain this to his parents." Tom looked around not believing what he was seeing.
Tom walked into the room, running his finger over the years of dust that collected. He looked at Bev, "Steven." Nodding her head no'. "This was Barron's and used it on occasion when he was feeling in a naughty' mood. Steven claimed he never participated in Barron's conquests." Handing Tom the key, "This is yours," as she walked out of the room, heading back upstairs.
Tom wanted to explore but figured he would do so after she leaves. Bev smiled as she gave Tom a kiss, "I have to go, I just wanted to make sure you were alright." As she turned to walk out the front door into the brisk night. Tom scratched his head, "This is strange."
With curiosity getting the best of him Tom went back down to the basement, not being able to see well in the dimly lit room, he went upstairs looking for a flashlight. Routing through the cabinets and drawers Tom found one, checking to see if it worked. Before heading down the feeling excited him about this new discovery.
When Tom entered the doorway, he noticed the sling hanging from the rafters. Running his hand over the leather, he felt a little excited as he thought about what might have gone on down there. While shining the light, he found St. Andrew's cross attached to a wall, several tool carts when he opened the drawer's he found Barron's toys. This was walking into a leather store: seeing all the kinky devices for sale, never thinking people actually used them, but there they lay in the drawers.
Shining the flashlight - he saw a urinal with a pipe that led straight down connecting to nowhere, a glory hole. Laying on the one workbench was a case. When he opened it up, Tom wasn't sure what he was looking at. Upon closer inspection, opening paper instructions he learned it was something called a violet wand. Closing the case back up he saw the screens, turning on the power the DVD player came to life. Pressing more buttons Tom watched scenes unfold. Tom stood there with his mouth open, witnessing guys get abused. Laying down in the sling, putting his legs in the stirrups while viewing more of the discomforting scenes unfold. Not able to take his eyes off the movie, Tom watched with his mouth open. Seeing the tormenting carried out, though he would never let anyone do that to him, he was curious why the guys would allow that.
Getting squeamish with the one scene, he turned the equipment off, routing around finding a vice clamp with some acrylic plates attached to the end. Just seeing the DVD, he knew what they would do with them. Turning the handle of the clamp, he watched as it opened. Lowering the clamp, he placed his balls between the two acrylic plates, tightening, feeling the pressure on his balls once again, as his cock hardened.
Knocking a cylinder over onto the floor, Tom bent over to pick it up. Curious about what was inside, Tom dung the flesh covered object with the white rubbery material around it. As the white pealed from the flesh colored object, he realized he was looking at a replica of Barron's cock. Removing it from the tube, he peeled the white latex from the impressive self-made dildo. Impressed with the size, Tom placed it under his arm.
Not really wanting to go there after his evening self-pleasure in the bedroom, Tom knew he wanted to explore this room a little more. He was curious about his new discovery. Calling it a night, Tom turned out the light, locked the door, slipping the key into his robe. He had many questions but needed to wait for the right time. Looking at the time, he realized it was past his bedtime, Tom headed upstairs, dropping the robe as he got under the warm covers.
Tossing and turning, Tom was excited about his discovery in the basement. Every time he woke up during the night, he thought he felt Steven cuddling with him, realizing nothing was there. His mind wandered to the idea of the sling, Tom imagined it called out his name. He finally thought, he was taking it down and bring it back home, along with some other toys that excited him.
Waking in the morning, Tom quickly gathered the pictures; his ball crusher; and lube. Seeing the colossal phallus, he had to promptly rush downstairs to make sure it wasn't all a dream. Finding the door unlocked, he saw a picture of Barron lying on the dust-covered counter of the workbench. With water dripping off his naked body as he climbed up a ladder from a dock, Barron was smiling as he looked directly at the camera. Picking it up, Tom carried the picture upstairs laying it on the counter before heading to the bathroom.
Running his hands down the front of his body, Tom lifted his arm taking a whiff. Turning around, he started the shower, stepping into the warm cascading water wetting himself before soaping his hairy body down.
Rinsing off his body, he grabbed a bath towel, drying himself thoroughly before stepping into the bedroom to get dressed. Feeling a little anxious, Tom realized it was really happening, he was going on an interview with a modeling agency.
Looking at his phone, Tom memorized the address before leaving the house. Before closing the door behind him, Tom stood in the doorway, "It was nice to meet you, Barron." He closed the door and headed toward the subway station with his portfolio in hand.