Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 17:02:43 -0800 From: Contero Subject: torture part 2 To all the sick fucks that emailed me... Thanks! Keep 'em coming and I'll do my best to make you cum! Remember, this is fiction. Nothing real here. Except maybe for Ed. And the dog. We did live together, ok, so it's kinda based on a true story... You just have to figure out which parts are real and which are a figment of my imagination. Oh, almost forgot... All you kids under 18, put your pecker down for a second and hit the back button. Wouldn't want you to read anything inappropriate... Torture part 2 What to do, what to do? After Ed went to sleep, I replayed that thirty-five seconds of tape over and over. And over. I had more orgasms that night than I though humanly possible. All kinds of wild ideas and fantasies flew through my head. Bull's tongue running up Ed's asscrack, balls, shaft and circling over his purple cockhead was truly the tamest. I've always been one to keep my fantasies to myself, even to the point that I would make approaching another guy a fantasy (I'm really in the closet-). But these images propelled me into another dimension of sexual energy. Not only the hardness of my cock, or the itching in my asshole, but the depraved thoughts of what I could do with the evidence I now held. My mind was spinning... I couldn't believe I actually saw him do that, let alone got some of it on tape. Seriously, gotta think now. Come up with a plan... First thing that comes to mind is blackmail of course. I could copy the tape, hide the original somewhere, show Ed the original then make him do whatever I wanted. I could picture it: Ed bound in leather, one of those orange ball-gags stuffed way down into him mouth. His wrists and ankles cuffed to the legs of the big leather chair in the livingroom. The seat-back is high enough to force my roommate to stand on his tip-toes and arch his slender, muscular back high in the air. What a sight. I'm dripping pre-cum just thinking about it. Did I mention my cock slamming in and out of that smooth hairless, 22 year old bubble butt of his? I could make him do anything. The world was my oyster. And Ed was gonna serve it to me. I didn't get a single second of sleep that night. Thank god I didn't have to work the next day. Ed did. He was out bright and early. I finally got some sleep on the couch in the morning, then got up, showered and ate. I spent every waking second thinking (ok, thinking while beating off) about what I should do from here. Let me ask you, could you have done anything else? Before I realized it, the day had passed and it was about time for Ed to come home. My fingers trembled as I slipped the fresh copy of the tape into the VCR. I figured, "what the hell? Might as well get it out of the way as soon as he gets in. I'll be getting head from him mere minutes after I hit play." He came in. As usual, he was wearing those Umbro shorts- green with a white stripe this time- argh! I positioned myself. I gripped the remote control tight in my very sweaty hand. I got my breath and called to him, "Hey Ed, com'ere a second, will ya?" "Hey D-. What's going on?" He walks in from the kitchen with a couple of long-neck Coronas and hands me one. "I picked up a case on the way back from the field. Figured ya'd want one." I took the beer from him. It even had a lime wedge in the bottle's mouth. "Shit! Why'd he have to be so kewl?" I thought. Ya can't blackmail someone who's kewl to ya. He tipped the bottle upside-down, corking the mouth with his thumb. The lime slowly floated to the top. Turning it upright, he put it close to his mouth and let go. A spurt of beer mist and mini lime chuck showered his lips, chin and goatee. Ed slowly stuck out his tongue and swiped the mouth of the bottle, lapping up the rest of the lime that remained. His thumb found it's way to him mouth. Slurping it inside he cleaned if off and pulled it out with a pop. I though I was gonna pop myself. It seemed to take forever before he brought the bottle to him lips, threw back his head and sucked down a huge swallow of the golden fluid. He watched me watch him. Shit. Busted. I quickly tipped my beer, perhaps a bit too quickly. Instead of a little spray, I got a foamy beer orgasm over my mouth and chin. I shoved the mouth of the bottle into mine, sucking up the foam. "Practicing?" Ed cracked a smile. I wanted him, oh, did I want him. And I could have him on his knees in less than a minute, begging me not to show that tape to anyone. But he was too beautiful. What he did to that bottle. I was so hot. I wanted him. All of him. I needed him. I needed him to want me like I wanted him. "Thanks." I mumbled. I chickened. "Dude, I'm fucking rank. I gotta go shower." He said and headed for his room. I watched him go. "Fuck!" shot through my head. "He did it to me again!" Ed was always fucking with me. He'll do his best to get me horny, then walk away. Then I just feel stupid. Perfect opportunity; and I let it pass right by. I was so frigging mad at myself- wait a second... Another shower? Never thought I would need anymore evidence, but hey, a longer tape would be key. So I didn't make a move on Ed, perhaps it's not a total loss. Ed let Bull loose from him steel dog-prison that he had to be kept in- he'd destroy the house if you didn't watch over him every second. The pit came bouncing into the living room, ran over to me and stuck his nose right into my crotch. I sure he could smell my pre-come that was leaking, no flowing, from the head of my dick. Ed whistled. Bull bounced off to the bathroom. Casually I lowered the now fixed blinds, opened the little door on the TV rack, moved the stack of videos and flipped the A/B switch. No picture... Ok, ok, I flipped to channel three and there was my Ed, leaning over the vanity, trimming his goatee with my buzz-clippers. Bull is relaxing in the corner. Ed had his shirt off and was rubbing his hard pecs with one hand, then brought the clippers down to them, hearing off the faint little hairs that were in the cleft between. He leaned back and flexed his tight six-pack and ran the clippers over the ripples, taking off the few wisps that were there. Clicking off the clippers and setting the down, if figured the show was over, butt... Ed was just full of surprises lately. All at once he pushed his Umbros, boxers and tighty-whiteys over his hips and let them fall to the floor. Every time I see his underwear selection, I throw wood. Bull picks up him head, undoubtedly catching a whiff of Ed's now exposed rosebud, then gets to him feet and pushes him nose into Ed's crack. He pushes him away and grabs the clippers. He glides them over the small of his back and his tight, round cheeks. Then spreading his legs wider and leaning way over the vanity, Ed pushes the clippers down into his crack, along his asshole. Once smooth, he stands tall, leans back and clips his bush to mere stubble. His cock is rock-hard. Mine feels like the skin is gonna tear open and the blood spurt out. He moves his pole left then right to shed all of the hair, then lets it go. The hard rod that I so desperately wanted to get my lips around slaps up against his tight abs, leaving a sticky gob of pre-cum where it hit. He didn't even have to hold it up to shave his balls! The throbbing slab of flesh stayed tight against his abs, bouncing around as the clippers tickled his balls. Did I mention that I was frantically beating of own hard cock? No? Well, you bet I was. After a few short inspections of his handy-work, Ed grabbed a bottle of aloe lotion from the shelf and started rubbing all over his chest, ass and cock. He really worked it into his cock and started beating off. Leaning forward over the vanity, he stuck his ass in the air and whistled softly. Bull jumped up from the corner where he had sat back down. I don't know if he loved the taste of the aloe lotion or the rank of Ed's ass more. Personally, I think Ed's ass would do it for me. Bull buried his snout in his crack and chowed down... Ed frantically fisted his meat while Bull slurped at his ass and balls from behind. He bucked his hips and I could hear his moans through the wall, over the shower, but not through the video. The camera had no sound. Something to fix tomorrow, I quickly decided. At least he couldn't hear my moaning. "Turn over!" I said aloud, maybe a little too loud. From the angle of the camera, I could only see the head of his cock, poking out from his pounding fist around his body. I wanted to see it all. Ed turned around, his chest heaving. Seems that I go my wish. His fist blurred as it flew up and down his shaft. Bull stepped back from his fist for as second then lashed out with his tongue and swirled it around Ed's dickhead. In just seconds, Ed threw his head back and cried out. Cum shot from the purple tip of his cock. The first shot hit Bull right in the nose. His tongue wiped it away in one swoop. The second on top of the pit's snout, it too disappeared under his tongue. Shot after gooey shot flew from his dick, landing on the dogs snout and mouth. That pit happily slurped up every one. I couldn't hold out any longer. My balls exploded, shooting my own cum across the room. I couldn't tell where cause my eyes involuntarily locked shut as the waves of the most intense orgasm ever tore through my body. My orgasm made my muscles tremble and my joints lock up tight. I savored the intensity for what seemed like ten minutes, then fell to my knees, completely drained and out of breath. I just rested, not even looking at the screen. I was in a haze. I felt good. "Click." I heard it. My eyes shot open. That was the door to the bathroom. Could Ed have finished with the shower already? How long was I sitting there on my knees? The cum on my hand and dick was pretty sticky, almost dry. Whatever. I had only seconds... Pull shorts up, open door, videos, switch...put it back, couch, channel... Ed comes in. I am one lucky bastard. Fuck! Why is Sesame Street always on? "The letter K, uh? I'da thought you were at least up to Q by now." He's more than crackin on me. "It's this or that Pokemon crap." I know he hates that shit as much as I do. "What ever happened to Scooby-Doo?" (I wasn't even trying to crack a joke-) "Scooby was kewl. I could get into him." Ed really had no clue. "I bet you could." It's a good thing I have a little control over my mouth. I was really proud of myself until I looked over and saw the three lines of cum dripping from the lower corner of the TV. Panic starts to set in. Ed was looking at a newspaper. Good, he hasn't seen it yet. I could get him into the kitchen and get back with a wet paper towel and wipe off the TV without him noticing. Yeah, that sounds like it'd work. Ed isn't very observant. This we have established. Perhaps he didn't notice. I could get away with this. I'd get up casually and get us another round of beers. Casually, my ass. My heart was pounding. Before I could get up, somewhere between panic and frantic, Bull lumbers in from the kitchen, still licking the remnants of dinner from his face. He head butts Ed in the thigh, without looking up he orders, "go away." Dejected, the pit turns and slowly walks away. Passing the TV he turns and sniffs the cum. He lashes out his tongue and it's gone in two swipes. After a final lick he moves on. Ed never picks his head up from the paper. I actually start breathing again. Comments? All welcome- this is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Tell me how I'm doing.