Date: Sat, 21 Nov 98 15:19:15 -0500
From: perseus@chained-rock.com
Subject: "Jock Sex Slave pt4"

JOCK SEX SLAVE - PT 4
by Perseus

[Continuing story of jock boys and the Coach who enslaves them. In 
this chapter the Coach has loaned Ford and Nick to his buddy, David, 
for the weekend. See pt. 3 for details]

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MY OWN PRIVATE WISCONSIN

They met David at 3:00 Saturday afternoon, as ordered. He opened the 
rear doors of the windowless van and they got in. David checked the 
carrier on top of the van once more to make sure the equipment was 
secure, and got in as well, drawing the doors shut behind him.

"All right, boys. Let's see your preparations."

Each hunky jock stripped off his team sweatsuit to reveal stained, 
ripped gym shorts and tight, slashed tee shirts. These they had worn 
under their clothes round the clock since Monday morning (save for a 
couple sessions with Coach) and neither had showered all week. Ripe, 
sweet, funky male odors began to permeate the van interior. David 
felt each boy's ass to make sure he was wearing a butt plug as 
ordered, and then gagged them. Getting Ford on the floor, he tied him 
face up, spread-eagled, then tied Nick reversed on top, each guy's 
nose in the space between the other's legs, and gagged them both. 
Reaching into their shorts, he worked the butt plugs for a minute, 
forcing the helpless studs to get hard. Withdrawing his hands, he 
patted Nick's muscular ass.

"Enjoy the ride, boys! You won't be able to see the scenery, but at 
least you'll have something to smell!"

David left the struggling, squirming jocks and went through the 
partition to the front of the van, closing the hatch behind him. He 
started the engine and pulled out of the drive. Smiling, he reached 
to the control panel and turned the rear cabin heater to high.  David 
rubbed his crotch as he imagined the boys, bound in the increasingly 
over-hot van interior, slimy with dripping sweat, immersed in the 
cheesy testosterone stink of unwashed teen hunk.  The boys' Coach had 
assured him that their pubes and asscracks would be crusted with the 
evidence of their weekly sex sessions.

Three hours later, they arrived at a secluded motel on a wooded back 
road, a series of cabins spaced about 40 feet apart with privacy 
fences. The place catered to those with unusual sexual appetites, and 
a man with two sweaty, smelly, half-naked youths barely raised an 
eyebrow. Once David had produced the boys' driver's licenses to show 
that they were 18, the clerk waved them on.

Their cabin had furniture covered in old white vinyl, a little 1950's 
kitchenette, and a four-poster bed with latex sheets. The bed posts 
were conveniently covered with steel rings at various heights.

As the boys unloaded the equipment from the carrier on top of the 
van, David set up the video cameras, each on a wheeled stand for ease 
of movement. The cameras were really just to satisfy Coach. For his 
own records, David preferred to use a good photo camera (with a 
remote cord, of course).

David watched the two jocks bending and carrying the boxes, admiring 
their hard young bodies, the flashes of ass cheek exposed by the 
ripped gym shorts. When they were finished, he cuffed their hands 
behind their backs.

"Okay. Now, while I finish getting ready, I want you two to go out in 
front of the fence to the parking lot and run in place for 20 
minutes. I want you to get really, really sweaty. Got it? Go!"

The jocks looked at each other, shrugged, and headed out.

"Run in place!" Nick snorted. "Not exactly hard stuff! This guy's 
gonna be easy compared to Coach!"

As soon as they started to run, Nick realized his mistake. The 
activity made the butt plugs move in their asses, making them throw a 
rod in seconds. And with their hands cuffed behind their backs, they 
couldn't keep their shifting erections from slipping out through the 
rips in their tight gym shorts. A couple cars driving back in the 
compound slowed down as the occupants took in the sight of two jock 
boys, chests thrown back to keep their balance, running in place as 
their hard cocks bounced in the cool air.

When they returned, hair damp with perspiration, they were met at the 
door by David.

"Well, look at you two boys! Sweaty and dirty! Come in before you 
catch your death of cold! I declare! Boys will be boys!"

Ford and Nick gaped at the incongruous sight before them. David's 
muscular gymnast's physique was dressed in June Lockhart wig and 
pearls, a very tiny white lace apron, yellow pumps, and knee-high 
stockings. He hustled them into the room and shut the door, prattling 
on.

"And look at those outfits! All sweaty! I bet you two are hungry from 
roughhousing or whatever boys like to do. Would you like a snack?"

Actually they were famished. Ford stared at David uncertainly. "Yes, 
sir. Uh - ma'am?"

"You boys can call me Miss Dee. First we'd better get you all cleaned 
up. Out of those clothes, now." He unlocked the cuffs, and they 
shucked off the shorts and shirts. David picked up the dirty laundry, 
taking a deep whiff of the crotches of the shorts.

"Oh, yes! You boys are really ripe! Now off to the bathroom and we'll 
have you spic-and-span in no time!"

The bathroom was huge, nearly the size of the bedroom, with a Jacuzzi 
at one end, and an open shower covering the far wall, with nozzles 
all over the walls and ceiling. In addition to the regular 
necessities of toilet and sink, the two long walls were completely 
mirrored. In the corner stood one of the video cameras, which was 
running.

Hanging over the drain in the shower floor was a pair of cuffs on a 
pulley chain.

"Okay, Ford, you first! We'll just get these little cuff thingies 
on... there! Now get your feet apart - wider, Ford, put them on those 
nice yellow flower safety stickies - good. Stand on tip toe, there's 
a good boy. And let's see - oh, yes, we should take a 'before' 
picture."

[PHOTO: Ford standing with his hands cuffed overhead, his arms 
stretched taut, legs spread, balanced on the balls of his feet.]

After the photo, David cuffed Nick's hands behind his back and pushed 
him to his knees, dragging him over to Ford.

"Okay, Nicky, show me your tongue... Oh, good! What a nice strong-
looking tongue! Now, I want you to scour all the sweat off Ford's 
body, every square inch. Start with his feet. I want you to do a 
really thorough job, understand me?"

Nick's face fell. As ripe as Ford smelled, he knew the taste would be 
strong too. "Yes, Miss Dee."

Nicky hunkered down and bent his blond head low to lick the soles of 
the bound boy's feet. Ford giggled and squirmed as the ticklish 
tongue bath continued. David retrieved Ford's shorts, turned them 
inside out and held the funky crotch firmly to Ford's nose. It was 
still damp with sweat. Holding Ford's head by the hair, he forced the 
boy to smell his own ripe ass and cock odors as Nick slowly licked 
his legs all over. As Nick reached the tops of Ford's thighs, David 
told him to skip the cock and balls for now.

"I want you to scrub those abs and pecs, Nick, and suck really hard 
on his nipples, they need it. Now, Ford, I want you to start chewing 
on this cloth. Get it soaked and chew hard so you get all the 
delicious flavor... yes, good boy."

After a while, as Ford extracted the sweet/sour sweat of his own cock 
meat, and the salty funk of his crack, Nick was ordered to stop 
chewing on Ford's nipples and start on his back, working from the top 
down. Nick worked his way lower, hoping David would have him skip 
Ford's ass too, but he was forced to continue, licking the jock's 
flexing butt cheeks all over before being made to scrub out the salty 
ripe ass crack, even working his tongue around the flange of the butt 
plug.  Ford's crack tasted of the residue of a weeks worth of anal 
sex, old lube, ass juice, dried cum from both himself and the Coach.

At this point, David stuffed the now sodden gym shorts into Ford's 
mouth, gagging him. He then donned yellow playtex gloves and removed 
the plug from Ford's ass. He sniffed it, wrinkling his nose, then 
grabbed the kneeling Nick by the neck.

"This certainly needs a good cleaning!" David thrust the slimy plug 
into Nick's mouth, making him lick it clean, then pushed his face 
into Ford's ass.

"Get that hole squeaky clean, boy!"

Nick lapped and slurped at the dirty hole, forced to lick it 
thoroughly as Ford moaned with pleasure. After a few minutes, David 
thrust one gloved finger up Ford's rectum and examined it. "Well, you 
still aren't clean. We'll have to use something better than Nick's 
tongue."

David got out an enema bag and filled it with warm water, hung it on 
a shower head and inserted the enema nozzle into Ford's ass, leaving 
the tube still clipped. Ford had never had an enema before and 
wondered what it would feel like.

David released the clip. Ford groaned as he felt the warm water flood 
into him, stretching his ass deliciously. Between the water pressure 
and the taste and smell of his musky shorts, Ford's cock rose to full 
mast. David withdrew the tube and Ford's sphincter automatically 
clamped tight. 

"All right, Ford, I want you to be a good boy and hold that water 
while Nicky finishes cleaning you up. If you release that water 
before I tell you, I'm going to have to punish you. Understand?" Ford 
nodded.

"All right, Nick: get to work on his arm pits, and make it good!"

Nick went to work, vigorously licking Ford's vulnerable arm pits' 
breathing deeply of the bitter pheromone-laced odors. Ford shook and 
shuddered at the ticklish assault, working like mad to keep his 
asshole clamped shut tight. He knew he couldn't make it. His breath 
was coming in spastic bursts, and he started to close his legs a bit 
to make holding the water easier.

David produced a flyswatter and attacked Ford's inner thighs. Swat! 
Swat! "Keep those legs spread, you naughty boy! And hold your water!"

Ford squirmed and struggled, unable to dodge the stinging blows. 
Swat! Swat! A good smack on each buttock. "I can see you need special 
encouragement."

Whereupon David delivered a rain of light stinging swats on his 
throbbing cock. Between the spanking and the tongue tickling his 
pits, Ford knew he couldn't last. He cried out into his gag, on the 
verge of letting go - when David stopped and pulled Nick off of him.

David let Ford alone for a moment as he got himself under control 
again. His inner thighs were damp.

"That was close, Ford. You're going to have to do better." Ford 
nodded again as his breathing returned to normal. The water pushed 
demandingly at his clutching sphincter.

David then pushed Nick to his knees. "Now, Nicky, Ford's cock and 
balls are particularly ripe. They'll need a very good cleaning."

Ford moaned as Nicky sucked on his balls and cock, struggling to hold 
the water as he got hornier and hornier. Each time his moved his 
legs, he got another taste of the flyswatter. Nick managed to get 
Ford's entire scrotum in his mouth at once for a good suck.

"Nicky, I want you to concentrate on Ford's penis now. I want the 
shaft especially clean. I want you to suck hard until I tell you to 
stop. Do you understand me?"

"Mm-hm." Nick went at it, licking and sucking, working his tongue on 
the glans and piss-slit, deep-throating the throbbing shaft. He was 
acutely conscious that the sticky dried stuff on Ford's cock was from 
his own asshole.

David looked Ford in the eyes and smiled. Ford whimpered, knowing 
that if Nick made him come, there was no way he could hold the water. 
And he was getting close. Ford started to shake. David was inches 
away, enjoying Ford's struggle.

He slipped off the plastic gloves and ran his hands all over Ford's 
upper body, feeling the smooth firm skin, sticky with Nick's saliva. 
David looked the hot stud up and down, then stared into his eyes 
again. Ford was whimpering into his smelly gag, squirming as the 
hunky guy felt him up. A tiny trickle of water ran down his legs.

"Yeah, squirm, you jock stud, work it. Show me what a hot, helpless 
slave you are, moaning like a slut. I love watching you struggle, 
watching you try to hold the water, trying desperately not come. 
Watching your muscles spasm and stretch. You are one hot fucking 
number, boy. And right now, you're all mine." He stopped feeling Ford 
up and pinched both the jock's nipples, twisting them. 

Ford's eyes widened as he realized he was going to come. David smiled 
again. "You aren't going to believe what this feels like."

Ford gasped as his orgasm erupted, at the same time that the water 
exploded from his ass. He felt like he was being pulled inside out, a 
continuous string of semen pulled from his spurting cock as his guts 
were yanked backwards out his gaping butt hole.

It was a minute before he could see straight.

David tore the sodden gag from his mouth. "Bad, bad boy!"

Ford gasped for air, humiliated, recovering from the intense orgasm. 
"I'm - I'm sorry, Miss Dee, please, I just couldn't help it -"

"Oh, shut up while I think of a proper punishment." David stood with 
his arms crossed, tapping his fingers. Then he gave Nick a nudge with 
his shoe.

"Nick, there's some beer in the refrigerator. Bring me two cans at 
once."

Nick stood up, wiping dribbles of come from the corners of his mouth. 
"Yes, Miss Dee."

Ford watched as David got out another enema bag, this one with a 
large butt plug for a nozzle. Then he got out a stubby pecker gag, 
with a hole clear through it.

[PHOTO: Ford, same position, in his mouth a pecker gag with a tube 
nozzle on it, in his ass the tube of an enema bag, clipped. David is 
pouring beer into the enema bag.]

David released the clip, letting two cans of cold beer gush through 
the hollow butt plug into Ford's defenseless ass. Then he clipped the 
hose end, removed it from the enema bag, and put the hose on the gag 
nozzle. Ford's body twitched and jerked in spasms as he felt the icy 
liquid invade his gut. He strained to eject it but the hollow plug 
was firmly snapped in his ass. Inches from his mouth, the clamp on 
the hose kept the beer from gushing into his dildo gag.

David reached for the clamp. "How about some nice cold beer, Ford?" 
Ford struggled and kicked, and David backed off, laughing.

"Well, I can see you prefer warm beer! How continental! We'll just 
give it a few minutes and let your ass double brew it!"

David tied Ford's feet with ropes to rings in the two side walls to 
keep him from kicking, then took the flyswatter and gave Ford a good 
working over. After a few minutes, the alcohol metabolized through 
Ford's intestines, and the jock struggled less. Ford felt a pleasant 
warmth creep through his gut, up his spine, and seep into his brain. 
The sweet, sharp sting of the flyswatter heated up his skin, making 
him groan when a blow landed on his cock or balls.

Once he could see that the alcohol was taking hold, David stopped the 
swatting and stepped close to Ford. Holding his head still with one 
hand, he reached for the hose clamp with the other. Ford watched, 
wide-eyed, as David rested his hand on the clamp.

"I believe the only possible toast for this is: Bottoms Up!"

Ford felt a stream of warm beer strike his mouth, under pressure from 
his ass. The gag was tight and he had to swallow or choke. He 
swallowed, tasting his own anal juices mingled with the beer. As he 
was forced to guzzle the two cans' worth, Ford felt David dropped a 
hand down to work his cock, making him hard again.

Then Ford noticed Nick at the side, watching his humiliation with 
open amusement. Mortified, Ford hung in shame as the liquid finally 
stopped flowing.

Afterward, Ford felt the score was partly evened up when Nick was 
told to kneel behind him and remove the plug. The remaining beer in 
the tube gushed backwards, splattering his face. A tiny trickle of 
warm beer trickled from Ford's gaping ass hole. David ordered him to 
lick Ford's butt clean again, and Nick shuddered with disgust as he 
lapped up the last drops of the anal brew.

"Okay Ford, almost done. Nick, I want you to take this sponge and 
soap him up well - especially his perky little backside. Then we'll 
rinse him all off with the shower."

Nick scrubbed him hard, working the lather into his ass, then the 
array of nozzles were turned on, blasting him with steaming hot 
water. David released him, and Ford rubbed his wrists and stretched. 
Now that the ordeal was over felt super fantastic. Light as a 
feather, clean all over. And more than a trifle tipsy.

David gave him a swat on the ass. "What do you say to Miss Dee for 
getting you so nice and clean, hm?"

"Oh - uh - Thank you, Miss Dee. I feel much better."

"Good boy. Now help me get Nicky cleaned up. I can smell his crotch 
and arm pits from here."

***

After Nicky was all clean, David had them straighten up the bathroom 
and remove the video camera and equipment, then let the boys have a 
soak in the Jacuzzi to unwind. David snapped a photo of the two 
handsome jocks lounging in the water.

"You boys still hungry?"

"Oh yeah!" "I'm starved!"

"Good. I'll get a nice snack ready while you soak."

The two jocks huddled next to each other in the tub, whispering. Both 
boys were still tasting the strong sexual flavors they had been 
forced to clean from each other's smelly areas. Ford was still 
humiliated over the beer enema punishment.

"You asshole. Why'd you suck me off so hard? You knew I'd lose it and 
get punished."

"Hey, he told me to! Besides, it's not my fault you've got a loose 
asshole." Nick grinned nastily and waved his cock in the water. "Come 
to think of it, I guess it is!"

"Yeah, Nick, you think you're so superior, next time I'm in charge, 
I'm gonna remember that flyswatter trick. You were twitching like a 
fish on a hook! I can't believe he made you come just by spanking 
your cock with it. What a slut!"

The studs glared at each other, then looked away. Ford broke the 
silence.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"Someone oughta tell Miss Dee to shave her legs if she's gonna do 
nylons."

The jocks giggled and leaned back. David came in, holding a relish 
tray and a large yellow can with a white nozzle.

"Okay! Who likes cheezwhiz?"

Two pairs of eyes met in apprehension.

[PHOTO: Ford on his back on the coffee table at the foot of the bed, 
arms cuffed together underneath it, legs spread wide and pulled back, 
held by ropes to the bed posts above his head, one of the dirty gym 
shorts stuffed in his mouth. Neat cones of cheezwhiz cover his 
nipples, a rosette fills his navel, there is piping running down his 
cock, continuing between his legs all the way to his ass hole. David, 
head tipped to the side with a TV mom smile, gestures at Ford with 
one hand, while pressing the cheezwhiz nozzle up inside his ass.]

"Voila! Now for the garni!"

David put an olive on each nipple, a broccoli floret in his navel, 
green pepper rings around his cock, and shoved a handful of carrot 
and celery sticks up Ford's ass. Putting a fresh rosette of cheese 
over his stuffed anus, he topped it with a cherry tomato.

"Okay, Nicky. We just have to get you ready." Whipping out a pair of 
handcuffs, he clipped Nick's wrists together behind his back, then 
put a plastic baby bib around his neck.

"There you go, dear! Bon Appetite!"

Nick stared at Ford, aghast. "No way! That's disgusting!"

Reaching into a bag, David pulled out a wooden ruler and advanced on 
Nick, grabbing his exposed cock and giving it a hard yank, bringing 
them face to face. David glowered at him, eyes fierce.

"I can see you're going to have to be taught some manners."

[PHOTO: Nick, kneeling between Ford's legs, face pressed into the 
spread ass, red ruler-marks visible on his white buttocks. Ford's 
back is arched in pleasure, his nipples, navel and cock shiny with 
sticky spit. David, looking stern, has one hand pressed to the back 
of Nick's blond head, forcing him to finish his vegetables.]

The microwave timer chimed cheerily. David came back with a plate as 
Nick finished sucking out the last of the cheese residue and raised 
his head. His cheeks were smeared with cheezwhiz.

"What a good boy! Next, here's a real Wisconsin treat! Bratwurst! 
Nice and hot! Do you like ketchup or mustard?"

Nick groaned.

Ford simply couldn't imagine where David had found a brat 2" thick 
and 10" long. But he soon found out exactly how a nice hot one felt 
shoved up his ass.

Nicky really did like bratwurst, but he thought David shoved it in 
further than necessary. It took him a good 10 minutes of persistent 
tongue work just to get it started. And Ford was no help at all, 
unless moaning deeply counts as help.

And, for dessert -

"Banana Split!"

Ford's ass was liberally filled with whipped cream, then a peeled 
banana coated with hard chocolate and rolled in chopped nuts was 
carefully inserted, and a cherry lodged right in his pucker. 
Meanwhile, David had melted dipping chocolate in the microwave, and 
applied the hot goo to Ford's cock, as it cooled encasing his 
erection in a thick chocolate condom. More whipped cream adorned his 
cock and balls, with nuts sprinkled on top.

Finally, David tucked a scoop of vanilla ice cream in each armpit. He 
knew it would melt before Nick got that far, but it was fun to watch 
Ford writhe.

After managing to dig out the whole banana, and sucking the cream 
from his quivering asshole, Nick cleaned up Ford's balls and armpits 
before David allowed him to go down on the chocolate cock. Nick 
worked vigorously, deep-throating the candy shaft until he dissolved 
the hard surface to the hot, throbbing flesh underneath.

At which point he got a large load of Ford's personal cream topping.

[PHOTO: Ford, back arched in the throes of orgasm, straining at his 
ropes. Nick, cheeks covered with chocolate, mouth around the knob of 
Ford's prick, semen leaking through his stretched lips.]

"Well, Ford, I bet you're really hungry by now! Let's see what I have 
for you - I hope you like peanut butter, I have a whole jar of the 
extra crunchy kind - then for salad, this lovely fat cucumber 
(burpless!) with avocado dressing - then, of course, the bratwurst - 
and then a bag of miniature snicker bars for dessert! I wonder how 
many bars Nicky can hold at once?"

***

After Ford finished his 'snack', David got down to business.

Tearing off his feminine costume, he ordered the boys onto the bed, 
waving his big hard cock at them.

"All right, foreplay's over! Time for you two slaves to put out!"

Pouring lube oil all over them, he slid onto the latex-covered bed. 
Pushing Nick face down, he forced his cock up the whimpering jock's 
hole. The blond stud squirmed and slid on the greasy bed as David 
fucked him hard. Meanwhile, David pulled Ford's head down alongside 
Nick's flexing buttocks, telling him to watch since he would be next.

David thrust hard and fast, his balls slapping Nick's ass. Nick 
grunted with each thrust.

"You want it, don't you slave? You're my pussy boy, you want this 
hard cock up your ass, yeah, you want it! Say it!"

"Oh - uh - uh - please - yeah - fuck me - fuck my ass -"

"Tell me! Out Loud! Tell me what a slut you are!"

"Oh, yes, sir - I'm your slut slave, sir, I'm your pussy boy, your 
butt toy, fuck that ass, oh fuck me -"

David worked him, making him beg for it as he thrust over and over 
into the jock's hot hole. Finally, he made him beg to have David come 
up his ass.

Abruptly, David withdrew, leaving the well-fucked jock squirming. 

"Not yet, slut boy. Ford's turn." David looked down at his throbbing, 
slimy cock. "Looks like you missed some of that peanut butter 
earlier. Better lick it off first."

Ford cleaned David's cock, fresh from Nick's ass, then lay face down 
and spread his legs. He grunted as David's large cock took his ass, 
thrusting in deep and hard, raising his ass submissively. David got 
into rhythm, fucking the jock's tight, buttery hole.

Nick lay alongside, watching. David noticed that his cock was hard.

"You liked that, didn't you stud. Admit it! Fucking gets you hot."

Nick looked sullen.

David, without missing a beat, slipped one hand around to get three 
fingers up Nick's ass. The blond jock moaned.

"Yeah, you love it! Now, while I give Ford what he needs, go get a 
big dildo and get back here. You can give your ass a nice hard fuck 
while I watch."

Nick's eyes flicked toward Ford. "Oh no, please -"

David saw the message in that quick look. "Do it! I want you to give 
Ford a good show, too." Nick bit his lip. David could tell the boy 
still suffered from having been forced to be Ford's slave as well.

Nick did as he was told, coming back and raising his legs to give 
David a good look at his ass. He started to fuck himself slowly, but 
David reached over and made him do it faster. Soon, unable to help 
himself, Nick was moaning with pleasure.

David teased Nick in between his grunts, and the slap of flesh on 
flesh as he plowed into Ford. Nick was obviously embarrassed and 
ashamed as David hit at his weak spot: "Yeah, boy, show this other 
slave what a fag-slut you are, yeah show him how you're just a boy 
whore, a greedy ass-cunt, yeah, a helpless butt-slave . . ."

And the worst thing for Nick was that it was all true - and the 
degradation just made his aching cock harder as David forced him to 
display himself. He tried to avoid eye-contact with Ford, but every 
so often their glances met, Ford grunting and groaning as David's 
strong slick cock raped his ass, but eating up nick's shame with his 
shining brown eyes.

David wanted the fucking to last, but the actually of getting to act 
out his fantasy for real had him too hot to hold off. Forcing two 
studs to eat food from each other's assholes - man, he'd jerked off 
to that thought ever since college. And now he'd done it! He could 
still feel his hand pressing on the back of Nick's head, forcing him 
to do it, still hear the jock slurping at the cheezwhiz, see Ford 
squirming in his bondage. He didn't know why, but the thought of 
cheezwhiz up somebody's butt made him hot. He couldn't go down the 
snack aisle of the grocery store without throwing a rod.

He glanced at Nick. The arrogant blond stud, forced to fuck himself, 
debase himself, moaning in pleasure as he did as he was told. Ford, 
spreading his ass and whimpering, letting David impale his ass. It 
was the control that made him hot. Control. Power. Jock slaves. All 
his.

David picked up the tempo, feeling his orgasm building inside him. He 
thought about the fantasy he was going to make them act out tomorrow.

"Oh, yes, take it, take my cock, yeah, do it, be my slave, take it, 
oh yeah take it takeittakeittakeitohgodohgodohgodohFUCK!!!"

Coming, David clutched himself against Ford, holding the sweaty stud 
tight as he pumped unending gallons of hot cream up the jock's 
clutching asshole.

As the spurts slowed, David withdrew and pulled Nick's head down on 
his cock, giving him the last few drops and making him lick the ass 
juice of his cock.

Then he pulled Nick's head off his cock and thrust it into Ford's 
messy ass.

"Eat my cream, slave boy! Eat it all!"

Nick, humiliated, slurped at Ford's ass, eating David's spicy come. 
Then he felt David start to thrust the dildo still up his ass. Then 
he felt David's hand on his cock.

"You know, Nick, I think you might be real humiliated if I make you 
come while you're forced to eat ass and take a dildo. It would show 
that you really enjoy being degraded. What do you think?"

Nick, whimpering, knew David was pushing buttons he wouldn't be able 
to resist. He didn't say anything, moaning helplessly into Ford's 
squirming ass as his body began to be wracked with spasms.

But the blond slave's cock spoke for him. Loud and clear.

Fortunately the camera remote was handy.

***

SUNDAY MORNING

The two jocks awoke to a blast of very loud organ music. Blearily, 
they rubbed their eyes, not remembering for a moment where they were. 
Then it came back, and they groaned in unison and lay back on the 
bed. The music was coming from a boom box across the room. David was 
nowhere to be seen.

They stretched, sore and tired from the wild night. Both had piss 
hard-ons.

David stormed in from the bathroom, dressed in a black cassock and 
white collar, a knotted black rope tied in complicated fashion 
girdling his waist.

"Sleeping in on Sunday morning! Evil! Work of the devil!"

It was then the jocks realized that they were dressed like altar 
boys.

"What the fuck?" Nick muttered.

"Insolent boys, taking your ease, playing your dirty games! Lift your 
robes at once!"

They did as they were told, exposing their hard-ons. David grasped 
them both, yanking them hard.

"Yes, I can see that you have been very bad, pleasuring yourselves 
with unnatural fornication! You must confess all to me! What 
unnatural acts have you committed? Answer me!"

David yanked on Ford's cock. "You, you slutty boy! Are you are 
perverted cocksucker?"

"Um - yes, I am. I admit it, uh, Father?"

"Fellatio! Evil! What else have you done?"

Ford got with the program.

"We have licked each other's assholes, Father. Many times."

"Analingus! Disgusting!"

"And Nick here likes to get fucked."

"Sodomy!"

"Now wait a minute, asshole, you get fucked, too!"

"Yeah, well I don't carry on like you do!"

"Silence! You will demonstrate! You!" He pointed at Nick. "Stand in 
the middle of the room. Lift your robe to expose your shame. And you! 
Kneel and take his cock in your lewd mouth!"

Nick stood, legs apart, lifting his red robe. Ford knelt and started 
to suck his cock. 'Father' David, meanwhile, took a wooden paddle and 
dealt measured strokes to Nick's buttocks.

Smack. Smack. "How does it feel, boy, having his mouth suck your 
cock? Having his tongue caress your throbbing prick?"

Smack. "Ow! It feels really good, Father."

Smack. "Tell me how it feels! Does it make you hot, having another 
boy at your feet, pleasuring you?"

Smack. "Uh - oh yeah, it feels so good, he's sucking it, making me 
hot, making me feel good, oh yeah - OW! - licking me, sucking me 
working his tongue -"

Smack. "So! I see what a filthy boy you are, pleasing yourself with 
him. You are so lewd that you will spill your seed, soiling yourself 
with your polluted lust!"

"Ow! Ow! Oh no, please I won't come, Father!"

"Yes, perverted youth, you will! Suck him! Suck harder! Make him know 
the shame of his lust!"

Nick was squirming as the blows fell harder and Ford worked his cock.

"Yes, moan with lust! Thrust your cock into his mouth! Make him take 
it!"

Nick worked his hips, thrusting into Ford's wet mouth, moaning. David 
paddled his ass harder. Nick was writhing, the delicious sucking 
offset by the painful spanking. He bunched the robe around his neck, 
groaning with the need to come. Ford sucked and slurped at his cock, 
working the glans roughly as Nick liked it. Normally Nick came easily 
in the morning, but the spanking distracted him.

"Pervert! Slut! Male whore!"

Nick whimpered, the pain in his ass cheeks mounting.

"Yes - yes - beat me, make me do it I'm so bad, yes, beat my ass make 
me pay make me take it -"

Nick leaned forward, spreading his ass to the paddle's blows. The 
pain was changing, blending with the sexual feeling. Nick remembered 
the humiliating moment the day before when David had made him come 
just by spanking his penis.

"Oh yes - yes - make me do it - make pay - make me come - oh yeah - 
make me come make me come!"

Suddenly David stopped spanking him and pushed Ford off his cock. 
Nick groaned in frustration.

David grabbed Ford and forced him onto the bed on his back, then led 
Nick over. He made Nick take off the red robe, leaving him in only 
the white lace top.

"Now, this disgusting cock sucker is going to worship your ass! Sit 
on his face!"

Nick got up on the bed and straddled Ford, lowering his tender 
buttocks onto the other jock's face and settling his anus on Ford's 
mouth. He moaned as he felt Ford's agile tongue slip into him.

"Is he licking you?"

"Ooooh, yes, Father -"

"Now, you must punish the filthy asseater! Spank his buttocks and 
work his unworthy cock with your hand!"

David lifted Ford's legs up and back, folding back the robe, exposing 
his ass to Nick. Nick paddled Ford's ass with one hand while jerking 
the boy's cock with the other as Ford continued to eat his ass. Ford 
squirmed and groaned as Nick let him have it. Nick spread his thighs 
wide, enjoying the rim job even though his ass cheeks still burned.

"Yes! Make the ass-worshipper pay! Beat his ass! Beat his cock! Make 
him squirm!"

Nick could tell the abuse was getting Ford hot, by his throbbing cock 
and the moans he could feel in his ass. Nick's own cock was 
throbbing, too, brushing tantalizingly against the lace surplice he 
wore.

"Now, lift him! Draw his ass up to you and suck his hot filthy 
penis!"

Nick got his hands under Ford's back and tipped his ass up nearly 
vertical, then cradled his back with one arm, guiding Ford's cock 
into his mouth. He felt Ford groan deeply as his lips were buried in 
Ford's pubic hair.

"Yes! Suck him! Use your mouth to make him come!"

Suddenly David got up on the bed, standing over Ford's raised ass. He 
uncurled a loop of his sash, which was a 1/2" thick silk rope tied in 
large decorative knots every few inches. Pouring oil onto Ford's 
anus, he forced a length of the rope into him, pushing the big knots 
in deep. Ford struggled helplessly, face buried in Nick's ass, cock 
sucked, ass stuffed.

"Squirm, little pervert, squirm with lust! I see your shame, and you 
will be forced to enjoy your depraved lewdness. Yes! You will be made 
to come, and come, and come!"

David gauged his moment, seeing when Ford was right on the cusp, and 
then yanked the knotted rope clear out of his ass.

Ford cried out, coming convulsively. Nick, mouth impaled on Ford's 
spurting member, felt the come strike the back of his throat.

When Ford's orgasm was over, they lowered his back down to the bed. 
Nick's throbbing cock peeked out through his lace top, then bobbed as 
he got off the bed. He really needed to come, but he wasn't sure if 
David would punish him for getting himself off. David ignored him, 
running his hands over Ford's sweaty skin.

"Uh - excuse me - um - can I -" he gestured at his cock "I mean - 
well - what about me?"

David turned toward him with a raised eyebrow.

[PHOTO: Nick tied face up on the bed, legs tied up at an angle. His 
back is arched. David is pulling the knotted rope out of his ass in a 
blur.]

[PHOTO: Nick in same position. Ford using a dildo on Nick's ass.]

[PHOTO: Nick in same position. Ford sitting on Nick's face. He is 
holding a remote control, with a wire running into Nick's ass. The 
bed is covered with slimy ass toys.]

[PHOTO: Nick kneeling upright on the end of the bed facing the room, 
hands cuffed to the bed posts up high. His face is contorted, mouth 
open wide, blond hair hanging limp, dark with sweat. Ford kneels 
behind with his red robe lifted, fucking Nick's ass. David stands at 
the foot of the bed, his hand on Nick's cock. A long strand of semen 
arcs high in the air. There is a large white puddle on the floor.]

David, hot from his fantasy, dragged Ford off the bed, leaving Nick 
hanging limp in his cuffs. Breathing hard, he pushed Ford to his 
knees. David raised his cassock to reveal only black dress socks and 
a blood-engorged erection. Ford immediately went down on it and David 
gave a little whimpering cry of pleasure. He looked down at the dark-
haired altar boy sucking his cock. Bad, bad, bad...

"Ford..."

"Mmhf?" Still sucking the big cock, he felt David pressing something 
into his hand. What David said next surprised him.

"Spank me... hard..."

As Nick recovered, he was treated to the spectacle of 'altar boy' 
Ford blowing 'Father' David while reaching around to paddle his ass. 
In moments David came, clutching Ford's head and falling backwards 
onto the sofa, writhing and pressing Ford's face to his twitching 
groin until the last drop was milked.

Later, as the boys cleaned up the room, David stretched out and 
watched them, daydreaming about things to come. Acting out his 
fantasies had been an incredible experience. The more he thought 
about it, the more he was convinced: there had to be a way to share 
this. There had to be a lot of guys like him, waiting for the chance. 
His eye lit on the phone jack, and he thought about his computer 
friend in California.

Hmmm...

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to be continued . . .

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