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If you have read any of my previous stories you will know that I tend to be a romantic with a bent toward happy endings. This story starts out as a potential romance but is one that takes a wrong turn, or so it seems. And as for the ending, you'll just have to read on, but be forewarned that this is a darker and more sexual story than my usual. The author retains all rights. Comments are appreciated at NJMcMick@yahoo.com.
Chapter 5
For a night out with Carlos, I got home fairly early. My nipples were hurting so I took two Advils and followed them with a couple of snifters of Remy. I put on some quiet music and, as I sipped the brandy, I thought about the new direction my life had taken the last couple of months.
There was no question that Carlos' body drove me wild with desire like nothing I had ever experienced in my life. His luscious smooth dark brown skin, tight muscles and small frame were an awesome combination. And then that wang of his ... I just couldn't get enough of it. At first it was an abstract desire. It was so big I knew I couldn't do much with it. But then he started forcing it and I discovered I could take it. And that turned me on to no end, knowing I was able to take whatever he decided to give me. It wasn't just sex, though. There were his penetrating, almost black, eyes that I wanted to dive into and lose myself in, and that quirky little smile of his, sort of a cross between childlike simplicity and a supercilious sneer. And it was more than his body and the way he was using mine, too. It was the whole package. I'd never lacked for confidence and had been able to take control of any situation I found myself in. I was a top, to use a term I learned from Carlos. An alpha male, or so I thought. But in recent weeks Carlos had turned the tables on me. Not only was he in charge in bed, he ran everything in our relationship. And while I instinctively resisted his domination and the way he kept me on edge, I was discovering that I enjoyed giving in to him and letting him have his way. I felt this strange sense of accomplishment whenever he forced me to do something I was sure couldn't do and I'd hate, but managed to do it anyway.
So while I was a bit off-balance and had more than a little fear of what was coming, I was looking forward to the next few weeks. At least Anne was out of the way. That was a two-edged sword. I didn't have to worry about getting home late or her sensing something was going on with me, but it also opened the door for Carlos to be even wilder than he had been. She was gone less than one day and he'd had my nipples pierced. We were going to some sort of party on Friday. What was next? Would I even get home over the weekend? I had no way of knowing. I suddenly realized that I was hard and I wasn't thinking about anything sexual. But the uncertainty of my new life with Carlos somehow turned me on.
Wednesday was a totally boring day. Sure, I sucked Carlos off in the men's room, but that had become the norm. It was just work as usual and I went home alone at quitting time, spent a couple of hours puttering around the house, talked to Anne on the phone and went to bed early. On Thursday, though, I was looking forward to our after-work activities, whatever Carlos wanted them to be. We took the bus up to the East Village and had a couple of drinks at Rick's, then went to the apartment. I was relieved to find that Jose wasn't there. I loved doing things with Carlos and while Jose's beer can fascinated me, he did not.
Carlos had me strip as soon as we got inside. He went into the kitchen for a couple of long-necked bottles of beer and handed me one. He sucked a few inches of the bottleneck into his mouth, bobbed up and down on it a few times and grinned at me. I was relieved to see that he was feeling innocently mischievous. I sipped my beer as he circled me, examining my body. I felt self-conscious being totally naked and being checked out by someone still fully clothed.
"Okay, we've got over three weeks until the wife gets back, so I think we can make some further cosmetic changes."
"What do you mean?" I was on edge immediately. Without thinking, my hands shot up and covered my nipples, which were still sore although they seemed to be healing well.
"Relax, sir, I'm not talking about any permanent alterations, at least not at this point. But I was thinking that you're a bit hairier than you ought to be."
'Hairier?' I looked down at my practically smooth body. I didn't have a single hair on my chest and even lower there was just the faintest trail from my naval down to my pubes. Aside from a light dusting of fine black hair on my arms and legs, that was it.
"Yeah," he nodded, lost in thought almost as if I weren't there. "That hair has got to go."
He looked into my eyes and gave me his quirky little smile. In spite of my concern, I nearly melted.
"Why don't you go into the bathroom and stand in the tub? I'll be right with you."
I knew what was coming but didn't object. After all, I had almost no body hair anyway so how bad could it be having it removed? I set my beer down and did as he instructed. I had to admit I felt a little foolish standing dry in the bathtub waiting for him. It was worth it though when his hot little naked body with that partially engorged club between his legs appeared in the doorway.
"Okay, before we get to the business at hand, I think we'd better prepare you for later."
'Prepare me for later?' What was that about? I didn't have long to wonder. He reached into the cabinet under the sink and took out a bag with a long tube attached to it.
"We've just taken our chances before, but one of the few things I'm not into is scat, so let's just make sure you're all cleaned out, shall we?"
That made it pretty clear to me that I was going to get fucked again, but I wasn't worried. In fact, as I looked down at Carlos' swollen tool I was eagerly anticipating it. Following his instructions, I got down on my knees and elbows, my ass in the air. He filled the bag with water and hung it on the shower curtain rack, lubed up the nozzle at the end of the tube and inserted it into my hole. He opened a valve in the tube and I felt warm water rush into me, filling me up.
"Just hold that inside as long as you can, Ry."
While I held it in he got his tools ready. He took an electric trimmer that I assumed Jose used on his goatee and a disposable razor and shaving gel from the cabinet. After about ten minutes he gave me permission to sit on the toilet and release the enema. I got up and out of the tub but then stood next to the toilet and hesitated, waiting for him to leave the room. Carlos grinned at me.
"Watching you empty your bowels doesn't exactly turn me on, but knowing how much it's going to embarrass you to do it in front of me does, so I'll put up with it and so will you."
I reluctantly complied, feeling like I was blushing from head to toe. We then went through the whole process a second time. Fortunately, he was satisfied after that.
He had me stand in the tub again and went to work on my pubes with the trimmer, cutting them down to a quarter of an inch or so in length. Then he turned on the water, rinsed off the loose hairs and had me twirl around once, then do it again with my arms raised until I was completely wet. He took a disposable razor and a can of shaving gel from the cabinet under the sink.
"Now I don't think I have to warn you to keep as still as possible while I'm doing this. We don't want any unsightly nicks or cuts, do we? That would spoil the effect."
He had me raise my arms and clasp my hands behind my head. I was shocked when he began to apply the gel to my armpits. I hadn't even thought of the wispy black hair I had there. Carlos very carefully used the razor on my pits and then turned his attention to my arms, removing what hair I had with long smooth strokes.
"You're good at this. Have you done much body shaving?"
"Naw, never tried it though I always wanted to."
"It's a good thing I don't wear short-sleeved shirts to work. Totally bare arms look a bit weird." In spite of the situation I was starting to relax. His smooth shaving strokes almost had the effect of a massage. We were talking almost normally, although the subject was anything by normal.
"Yeah, you really have to see the whole body to get the proper perspective. Just leave it to me to make sure everyone who matters sees the whole picture."
"Everyone who matters? What are you talking about? Who's going to see this?" That was the end of the relaxing. I'd been under the impression that this whole thing was for his pleasure and my humiliation, not for anyone else to see.
"Relax, Ryan, of course others are going to see my handiwork. What would be the point, otherwise? Sure, I'm gonna get off looking at you in your fancy suit in the office, knowing that you're as smooth as a little boy under it, but it's only going to be humiliating for you if others get to see it as well."
"But you promised that all of this would stay between the two of us, and maybe Jose, that you wouldn't fuck up my life in any way except in private."
"That's not what I said at all." He'd continued working as we talked and by that point he had lathered up my treasure trail and pubes and had begun shaving my most sensitive areas. "I said I'd do my best not to fuck up your job or your marriage, but I didn't say anything about keeping all of this private. Sure, I'll take some precautions, but I'll share you and your body with anyone I want. I thought I made that clear. If you've got a problem with that you know you can put an end to this at any time. Just say the word."
I did have a problem with that but there was no way I was going to end it until I was sure he was going too far. Carlos was enjoying himself, pushing me farther every day, but he knew I had limits. I had to trust that he wouldn't want to fuck it all up by pushing me too far. I said as much to him.
"You see, that's just what I was looking for. Trust. You have to trust that I will take care of you and I have to trust that you will take care of me. Of course, we're taking care of each other in different ways, but it comes out the same in the end." He squatted down in front of me, spread the gel over my ball sac and looked up at me, razor in hand, grinning.
"Now this is really trust," he said as he put the blade to my balls.
He finished the job, removing every single hair from my legs. He even had me bend over and use my hands to spread my cheeks so he could shave my ass crack. I'd never looked at my asshole and wasn't even aware I had any hair there. Apparently I did, but not once he was done with me. He turned on the water again and rinsed me off, running his hands all over my body. It was such a sensuous feeling, his hands on my unnaturally smooth skin. I had been hard through most of the shaving, but now that we were both wet and slippery and our bodies were rubbing against one another, I was so turned on I thought I would explode. I was beginning to hope we'd end up having a nice passionate love-making session, like the ones before I fucked it all up.
"Are you guys nearly done in there?" I groaned at the sound of Jose's voice. I'd completely forgotten about him.
"Just about, amigo." Carlos turned off the water and grabbed a couple of towels, handing one to me. "You got everything ready out there?
Inwardly, I groaned again. This was obviously going to be another three-way. In spite of being totally in charge, Carlos had been friendly and affectionate ever since we'd left the office. Friendly and affectionate were not words I associated with Jose.
"The table's set. All I need now is the centerpiece."
Carlos slapped me on the butt as he hung his towel on the rack. "C'mon, let's get going. Jose sounds like he's in a good mood. Don't fuck it up by keeping him waiting."
We went into the bedroom and Jose was standing naked across the room, leaning against the doorway. Man, he was a beefy, muscular stud. A little guy like Carlos was more my type but that didn't mean I couldn't appreciate how hot Jose was, physically at least. He came toward us and ran his hands all over my body, checking up on Carlos' handiwork, then stepped back and looked me over.
"Nice. I still think you should have shaved his head, too, though. Slaves don't deserve to have any hair at all."
"Maybe you're right, but that wouldn't go over at the office. Much as it annoys me, I have to work within my slave's limitations."
That was a relief to hear although I didn't like their use of the word slave. I also found it disquieting that they were once again talking about me as if I were an inanimate object, not a person who was part of the conversation.
"I'm sure you can stretch those limits if you try, bro." Jose cocked his head to one side. "Playtime now?"
"Sure thing. Let's go." I expected Carlos to direct me to the bed but instead he led me to the living room. I froze at the sight that greeted me. The coffee table in front of the couch had been moved to one side and hanging from the hooks in the middle of the ceiling were four chains suspending a leather sling about three feet off the floor. There were towels spread on the carpet under it. I turned to look at Carlos.
"Ever hear the expression, 'having your ass in a sling,' Ryan? Now you're gonna find out what it means."
"Yeah, this makes your holes so much more accessible to us without a mattress in the way. Carlos and I can use you however we want like this."
The two of them got me into the sling and attached my legs to the chains with leather restraints. I felt completely helpless, exposed and at their disposal. I wasn't too worried about Carlos, but I didn't trust Jose. Carlos poked and prodded me a bit and then lubed up a finger and started playing with my asshole. As he slid the finger in it felt very uncomfortable.
"Shit, you're tight! You've got to relax, man, or this is gonna hurt like hell. Hang on and I'll get you the rest of your beer."
He went back into the bedroom, returning seconds later with the bottle I hadn't finished earlier. I had no use of my hands but I tried to raise my head as much as I could so he could help me drink it.
"That little bit of beer isn't going to relax him much, Carlos. Let me add some of this to it."
Jose picked up a bottle of vodka and poured several ounces of it into the beer bottle. I couldn't imagine how that was going to taste, but with what Jose had in mind I discovered that wasn't going to be an issue. He took the bottle from Carlos, stuck the mouth of it against my lubed hole and pressed and twisted at the same time, sliding the long neck of the bottle into me. Then he tipped the bottom of the bottle up, pouring the contents deep inside me.
"Fastest way to get the alcohol into your system," he leered at me. "Just lie still for a few minutes and let your body soak up the booze."
He went into the kitchen and came back with two beers, handing one to Carlos. They stood there and talked about their day, again as if I wasn't even there. Finally, they must have decided enough time had elapsed. One of them held a pan under my butt and had me release the rest of the fluid into it. I was feeling a little woozy but I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the position I was in.
It was pretty clear they were both going to fuck me so I tried to relax and just go with it. After all, I'd survived their double fucking once before and Jose had been in a much rougher mood then. I could only hope that Carlos would go first again and loosen me up. I also expected to be impaled at both ends, after Jose's remark about easier access to my holes, plural. So I was surprised when the two of them both squatted down near my butt and began to play with it.
For a few minutes they ran fingers all around my anus and up and down between it and my ball sac. Now and then one of them slipped a finger inside me. Although I couldn't see who was doing what, I could generally make it out, since Carlos' fingers were slimmer than Jose's. Jose also had rough calluses on his. The vodka was really starting to kick in and I felt totally relaxed. They increased their playing to two fingers and then three. I could tell that sometimes they were all Carlos' fingers, sometimes Jose's, sometimes one or two of each. At one point they each inserted two fingers, and in spite of the vodka it was an uncomfortable stretch.
"You pull that way and I'll pull this. Let's see how far we can open him up, amigo."
"Okay, but just a little, Jose. We don't want to rip him apart. We both want to fuck him, remember."
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna spoil our fun." I groaned as they pulled their fingers apart, stretching me even more. "Damn, will you look at that hole? If we had a flashlight I'll bet we could see all the way up inside him."
"I'll keep that in mind for next time, but the way this guy opens up we'll have to be careful or we'll lose the flashlight," Carlos giggled.
By this point I was looking forward to just getting fucked, even if it was by those two huge dicks. All of the fingers inside me and their stretching was making me nervous. I just wanted to get back to the now familiar feel of one of these giant schlongs up my ass.
I didn't have to wait long. The guys stood up and Carlos positioned himself at my backdoor, which was hanging just slightly over the edge of the sling. I bent my head up and looked at him slowly stroking his enormous hard snake, spreading lube the length of it. Jose moved around to stand behind me and bent my head back so I was looking at his swollen but not more than half-hard dick. Without thinking I opened my mouth and he began to feed it to me. In this state it was a real mouthful but at least it fit.
Carlos was working his fingers into me again, re-opening my chute. He withdrew them and placed his large mushroom head against my stretched hole, then wiggled his hips a little until the head was inside me. After all of the finger work it wasn't a stretch at all. He put his hands on either side of my hips, grabbed on and pulled me sharply toward him and I felt his thick shaft slide into me in one long movement. Once buried completely inside me, he wiggled his hips again, making himself comfortable, feeling at home.
Jose moved a step forward as Carlos pulled me onto his rod, keeping his fat dong buried in my mouth. When Carlos started pounding my ass by thrusting his hips into me, Jose did the same to my mouth, although he was surprisingly gentle about it. My head was hanging back, my jaw open as far as it would go, but my teeth were still scraping his thickening shaft a bit. There was no way his was going down my throat but he seemed content with being able to move a few inches beer can of it in my mouth.
By now Carlos was long-dicking me, shoving the entire length of his tool in and out of my hole, rubbing my prostate with each stroke. I'd been half-hard all through the fingerplay but now my dick was like steel, standing about an inch above my lower abdomen. I reached down and began to stroke it, but my hand was quickly slapped away.
"None of that, sir. You'll come when I say, if I say. For now just lay back and enjoy the ride."
Carlos fucked me hard for nearly fifteen minutes, frequently changing the angle of his thrusts, as if he were trying to stretch my hole even more. At one point he wrapped his hand around the base of his dick and seemed to punch it into me, pulling completely out of me and then slamming it back in. After one of those hard thrusts I felt more stretched than usual and realized he'd slipped his thumb inside me along with his shaft.
"One of these days, when we've got this pussy really broken in, we'll do a real double fuck, Jose. And I'm not talking about one at either end like this. He'll ride us both together."
In spite of the physical impossibility of that act and the damage I knew they'd do if they tried it, a thrill went through me as I thought of being impaled on both of these two enormous pieces of meat at once. I realized what a change I'd undergone over the past few weeks. I'd always thought of myself as a top and loved to fuck. Sure, that was with women where there was no possibility of switching around, but even when I'd started having sex with Carlos my primary goal was getting into his hot little butt. And while the sight of that little ass still turned me on something fierce and I looked forward to the day when he might let me inside him again, I'd found there was nothing in the world that made me feel the way a big cock stretching and pounding my manhole did. I loved it and literally couldn't get enough.
Carlos' speed picked up and his fucking got rougher, so Jose carefully pulled his dick from my mouth and inched forward, resting his balls on my lips. I licked them and tried sucking them into my mouth as Carlos pounded away, obviously nearing his climax. Carlos grabbed my hips again and with one last almost vicious thrust buried himself inside me. I felt his cock throbb in my hole as he shot his juice deep in my bowels.
He took only about five seconds to catch his breath and then pulled out, leaving me feeling like I was gaping open, feeling terribly empty. I didn't have time to regret the emptiness as the two guys quickly switched places. Jose lubed himself up and slammed his beer can into me in one forceful thrust. I gasped at the intrusion but it didn't hurt the way it had the first time he fucked me. Either Carlos had done a great job warming me up or I was getting used to being a bottom boy.
Carlos put a hand on my forehead and pressed down, then slid the still mostly hard dick that had just been up my ass into my mouth. I slurped on it, tasting cum, lube and who knows what else.
"I know you didn't enjoy those enemas but now aren't you glad I gave them to you? I'm always thinking ahead, trying to take care of you. Unless you'd like to try this without cleaning out first sometime. We could try that, too."
Although my head was wedged between his thighs I shook it as vigorously as I could. That was one thing I was sure I didn't want, and from what Carlos had said earlier in the bathroom, he wasn't into it either, fortunately.
Jose was furiously pounding my ass now and Carlos was standing still, allowing the movement of the sling to push my mouth up and down on his dick. My jaw had been aching trying to accommodate Jose's thick stump so it was a pleasure to be able to relax it a bit. And it actually felt good when Carlos' meat popped into my throat and slid in and out. In spite of the fact that he'd just cum, Carlos was quickly getting into it, and after only a few minutes I could tell he was about to shoot again. I tried running my tongue around his head each time he pulled back, hoping to bring him over the edge. It worked, and while his first shot was down my throat, he pulled back and filled my mouth with the rest.
I was relieved that the whole scene seemed to get to Jose and so he didn't last as long in my ass as Carlos had, since he wasn't as much fun as Carlos, in spite of his size. He just fucked me, plain and simple. While Carlos seemed to hit my prostate on nearly every thrust, whether by accident or on purpose, Jose missed it most of the time. He was much more into his own sensations. Sure, the feel of that thick log stretching me wide was a turn-on, but it got boring after a while. He finally gave one loud grunt and froze, dumping his load inside me. When he pulled out I truly did feel like my hole was gaping.
"Man, look at all our jizz leaking out of that cunt!" Jose said as he pointed to my ass. "Hey, I got an idea."
He disappeared into the kitchen but was back in a second holding a shot glass. He ran it up my crack, scooping the cum running down into it, then held it at my hole.
"Go ahead, squeeze out some of that juice, pussy-boy." I did as he instructed, feeling the liquid run from my ass. After a minute Jose stuck a finger inside me and scooped out some more, then scraped his finger over the rim of the glass. He brought the glass with its thick milky liquid up to where I could see it. "Now open wide, pussy-boy. Time for some protein."
Even though I knew I'd been cleaned out earlier, I still wasn't thrilled about the idea of drinking stuff that had come out of my ass. I looked up a Carlos, hoping he'd veto the idea, but he just smiled down at me and nodded. Reluctantly I opened my mouth and Jose dumped the gooey white jizz into it. In spite of where it came from, it tasted just like all of the other cum I'd ingested. And as much as I hated to admit to myself, I got a little thrill knowing where it had come from.
Carlos moved back to stand between my legs at the end of the sling near my butt. "Good boy, sir. And just so you won't feel like you're the only pig in the room ..." He squatted down and buried his face in my ass, shoving his tongue into my still loose hole, slurping out the remnants of their juices. In spite of the fact that I hadn't come, my erection had started to go down after the fucking was over. Feeling Carlos eating out my hole brought me back to a state of full arousal.
"Make him jerk off, bro. Not that he deserves to cum but he might as well drink his own juice as well as ours."
Carlos stood up again and smiled that crooked little smile of his. "Yeah, I guess he deserves at least that." He unfastened my legs from their restraints and lowered them to the floor. I hadn't realized until then just how sore my muscles were from having them in the air so long. Then he surprised me by motioning to Jose and they both went into the bedroom, leaving me lying in the sling with my arms still attached to the chains.
"Be back in a sec, sir," he called over his shoulder. It was more than a few seconds before they returned, fully clothed. Carlos unfastened my right arm and then the two of them stood near my feet, arms folded across on their chests.
"Okay, Ryan, pull on that pinga and work some jizz out of those worthless balls of yours."
I did as he ordered even though it was humiliating jerking off in front of two fully clothed men who looked as bored as if they were waiting for a bus. I wanted to have it over as soon as possible, so I closed my eyes and relived the most stimulating parts of Carlos' and Jose's fucks. An image of both of the two huge dicks buried inside my hole, ripping me open, popped into my head and I erupted, flooding my belly and chest with an amazing amount of white goo.
"Damn, it looks like we got him a little worked up," Jose chuckled.
The two of them used their fingers to scoop up all of the cum and feed it to me, then Carlos ran a damp cloth all over me, cleaning the rest of it up. I was sure if it was physically possible he would have made me lick the remnants off my dick. Carlos released my left hand from its chain as Jose headed for the door.
"That was a whole lot of fun, bro. Thanks for sharing. I've gotta meet my buds now." Jose turned and grinned. "Maybe next time we can invite them to the party. I'm sure your little piggie would love that." He opened the door and left.
"How about it, Ry? Wanna be the guest of honor at a gang bang?
I vehemently shook my head and said no, thinking how humiliating it would be to have strangers see me this way. Carlos and Jose were one thing, but others ... no way. Although the thought of guys lining up for a shot at my hole made my dick start to rise again.
"Sure, your mouth says no but your eyes just flashed yes, loud and clear, and your dick was practically shouting hooray. You don't seem to realize how big a slut you are and I'm just beginning to find that out myself. We're gonna have to explore that idea some more."
He went into the bedroom while I struggled out of the sling. My arms and legs didn't seem to be working very well. Carlos came back with my clothes and tossed them on the couch.
"Better get dressed. You've got a train to catch."
He got us a couple of beers as I started putting my clothes on. I took a swig and the cold brew felt good running down my sore throat. He sat and watched me get dressed, nursing his beer.
"From now on, sir, no underwear. Until wifey gets back you're gonna be freeballin', 24/7. And don't forget to bring the car into the city tomorrow. It's gonna be a late night."
Earlier at Rick's I'd tried to get him to tell me a little about the party we were going to but he'd just said that wasn't anything I had to worry about. It was going to be fun and that's all I needed to know. I still wanted to know more.
"Anything else I have to do?"
"Yeah, now that you mention it. You'd better bring some extra cash with you, maybe a few hundred bucks. We have to pick up our outfits after work and you're paying, of course."
"Outfits?"
He gave me that crooked little smile. "Yeah, it's kind of a costume party."
To be continued.