Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2002 23:47:11 EST
From: MaineBoyXY@aol.com
Subject: Behind the Eight Ball, Ch. 2

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                             Behind the Eight Ball
                                   Chapter 2
                                       By
                               MaineBoyXY@aol.com
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The room was silent except for Cory's gentle pants. He was limp on top
of me, like a stuffed toy someone had draped over my folded body. His
cock was softening, but the weight of his hips held it inside my ass. My
thighs were sore from having my legs folded up to my chest, and my
asshole felt like it had been reamed with a wire brush after his dry
penetration and long, hard fuck.

"Hey, Cory?" I heard Ben ask softly. "You look a little worn out,
man. You want to take a breather while I use your bitch in the
bedroom?"

"Huh?" Cory moaned. He was completely spent. I'd lost all track of
time while he had fucked me, the sensations of pain and pleasure had been
too much, and my mind had been trying to sound the depth of Ben's plot.
"Oh, yeah, sure man. I just never felt anything like that before."
Cory slowly and stiffly lifted himself off of me, and rolled onto his
side on the carpet. I winced as his dick slipped out of my ass and then
sighed as I was left empty. The cool air and the slimy cum Cory's rod
had smeared felt good on my burning hole.

"Get up, fucktoy," Ben spat down at me. I reached up to pull Cory's
briefs from my mouth, which Ben had used to gag my shrieks while Cory dry
fucked me. "Leave it!" he shouted. I gladly lowered my legs,
revealing my still throbbing cock, but the relief was short lived as I
rose to stand in front of Ben. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and
began pushing me towards the bedroom down the hall. I felt each step in
my ass, and the warm wetness seeping down the inside of my thighs told me
Cory's cum was leaking out.

When we got to the bedroom, Ben shut the door and turned me to face him.
He slapped me hard across the face. "I decide when you can take the gag
out, bitch. You just keep sucking on that boy's crotch sweat until I
decide you can have some real man musk. Now take my clothes off." I
started to unbutton Ben's polo, and then slipped the tail from the waist
of his khakis. He lifted his arms and I pulled it over his head. Unlike
Cory and I, Ben had chest hair that swiped across both of his hard pecs
and then formed a thin line bisecting his abs and disappearing into the
front of his khakis. I undid his belt and he yanked the briefs from my
lips.

"Suck on this for a while," he ordered, as he pulled my face into his
armpit. I could smell his anti-perspirant. I stuck my tongue out and
ran the flat top of my tongue across his armpit, and the taste of the
deodorant clung to my mouth. I continued working his pit as he held my
face in it. Finally, he changed hands and moved me to the other pit
where I repeated the process. My mouth, which had already been dry from
the briefs, was now parched as the deodorant repelled my saliva. After
he'd had enough, Ben pushed my head down, forcing me again to my knees,
and he pulled me into his crotch. Rotating his hips and my skull, he
used my face to massage his package. I could feel full, heavy balls and
a large cock growing underneath the khakis.

"Feel that cock, slut? That's no boy's tool in there; that's a
man's fuck rod. You want to taste that? Huh, bitch?" he spat down at
me. God, he was hot. That hairy, defined chest. His angular, fratboy
face. I moaned, nodding my face into his crotch. He pulled my head
back. "What do you say, fag? How nicely can you ask me for my cock?
If you convince me you really want it, maybe I'll give it to you."

"Please, let me suck your dick, Ben," I started. He slapped me across
the face.

"Try again, fag!"

"Please, Sir!" I tried. "Let me put your dick in my mouth, Sir. I
want to taste your man rod, I want to lick it and feel your spunk in my
mouth, taste it, hold it, waiting for you to give me permission to
swallow it down."

"You think you deserve to taste my cum? I haven't even decided if your
cocksucking mouth is worthy of touching my cock!" He looked down at me
contemptuously until his lips twisted into a sneer. "I know, I'll let
you prove how good your mouth is. I saw it was pretty effective in the
living room on that blond boy, but you've got a real man to please now,
haven't you?" He still held my hair with one hand as he unbuttoned his
khakis, unzipped the fly, and let them fall to his ankles. He wore no
underwear and his cock sprang up against his stomach. It was the biggest
cock I'd ever seen: it was as wide across as four of my fingers and
easily reached above his navel as, engorged, it rose from the thick nest
of black pubes. The sight inspired two reactions -- one of fear at his
girth, because I knew I'd never taken anything that size in my ass or my
mouth before and it looked like it would split them both, and one of
lust. He was watching my face closely, and I knew my eyes reflected my
mixed reaction.

"You look scared, slut," he taunted me. He took the base of his dick
in his free hand and began to slap my face with it. "Open your mouth
and hold your tongue out while I bitch slap you, whore!" I obeyed,
opening my mouth and holding my tongue far out for him. My head was
tilted back, eyes open, looking up at him, watching him watch himself hit
me with his cock. The size, both length and girth, made each impact very
firm despite the relatively small motion of his hand, and I felt each
solid thud. This went on for some time, until drops of precum started to
spatter on my face.

"Now get up on the bed, and put your feet towards the headboard!" The
bed had a heavy, metal frame, with ornate filigree iron grillwork at the
foot. I laid down as Ben ordered and he moved to stand above me, at the
end of the bed. He took my arms and pulled them out to the corners of
the bed and then lifted thin leather straps that I hadn't seen tied to
the bed frame. He quickly and tightly tied my wrists to the lower
corners, my hands stretched from my body, and I could feel the leather
biting into my skin. Next, he climbed up on the bed, and knelt over my
face facing the headboard. As his ankles rested on my taunt biceps, he
lowered his ass to my face.

"Eat my ass, bitch. Toss my salad and make it good. I want to feel
your tongue all over my crack and I want some serious hole action. Not
just the outside, either. You know what I mean. And, if you do a good
job and it gets me hot enough, I might forget what a lowly cocksucker you
are and feed my tool to you. But you're going to have to earn it."
With that, he simply sat his ass on my face. I immediately used my
tongue to explore his crack. It was musky and hairy, but clean. I used
broad, wide licks to taste the length of his crack and then made short,
darting flicks with just the tip against his opening. I heard him moan,
and then felt him tightly grip my exposed and helpless nipples. "Don't
try to tease me, boy!" He pulled and twisted them with resolve, and I
quickly responded my thrusting the entire length of my tongue into his
hole.

"Yeah, that's more like it, bitch. Ream that hole with your tongue.
You'll never get your cock in there, because I'm a man, not a cock
whore faggot like you. But you can use that tongue on me and pretend
you're a man." He released my nipples, which I could feel were now
erect and sore. He began slightly bouncing up and down on my tongue,
like a cock whore might ride a cock. As he did so, he started to flick
each of my nipples with his fingernails. "Yeah, that tongue feels so
good inside, but I have to make sure you know your place, cunt. I have
to make sure you don't start thinking this is your show, make sure you
don't get off too much on your chance to fuck me, even if it is with
your tongue."

Countless minutes passed as my tongue began to ache from the exertion of
pressing through Ben's tight sphincter. I began to whimper lightly
between his cheeks as I continued my tongue fuck. "Aw, what's the
matter? Am I wearing you out, slut? Too much man for you? Well, I tell
you what, I haven't decided if you're worthy of my cock yet, but I'll
give you another treat." With that, he rose and turned, straddling my
face. His balls rested heavily on my lips and as he looked into my eyes,
I opened my mouth and let one fall in. They were too big to fit in at
the same time, so I began to lovingly suck the one that had. I rolled my
tired tongue all over the surface of the hairy sack around that golden
orb. I spit the nut out and pulled the other in with my lips. After
resting my tongue slightly while I alternated from one to the other, I
began laving his entire scrotum, from the bottom of his crack to the base
of his cock. Once, when I touched his cock by mistake, he slapped me
hard across the cheekbone. Otherwise, he was very accommodating,
silently rocking his hips back and forth to allow me easy access to every
inch of his sack.

When I started sucking at that place where his crotch met his inner
thigh, he started whacking my face with his cock. Large splatters of
precum drooled on my face, and his cock smeared them together. I resumed
my oral worship of his nutbag and Ben's eyes closed and his head rolled
back. His hips were pumping now, sliding his sack over my tongue and
lips as his cock fucked into air. "Please, Sir, please may I suck your
cock now?" I begged.

His eyes flew open and he looked down at me. "What?!"

"Please, Sir!" I repeated. "Please, may I suck your cock now?" He
glowered over me.

"Raise your legs. Do it NOW!" he yelled. I tightened my thigh muscles
and raised my legs as nearly perpendicular to the bed as I could with him
straddling my chest. He took my ankles one at a time, pushed it out and
forward, and tied it to the corresponding wrist. I was now completely
immobilized, folded in half and tied in place.

Ben moved to the side of the bed and sat on the edge. He took two
fingers and plunged them into my exposed, defenseless hole. He started
roughly working them in and out, twisting and probing, stretching and
poking at the lining of my guts. I grunted as his digits manipulated my
still throbbing ass but my hard on never diminished. I was pinned down
like a butterfly in a collection, unable to resist his slightest,
cruelest or most perverted whim. I'd never met him before that night,
and somehow he'd set me up, made me a straight boy's faggot slut, and
now strapped me down for his own pleasure.

I stared down at him, between my outspread legs, as he concentrated on
working my hole. His black bangs fell lightly on his forehead and then
he looked up, and his ice blue eyes locked onto mine. He smiled
wickedly. I felt my eyes widen with fear and lust as his eyes pierced
mine. He ripped his fingers out, covered in Cory's cum. He stood and
walked the foot of the bed again, leaning over me. Gripping my hair with
his clean hand to hold my head still, he wiped the bottom of his index
finger across my upper lip, leaving a line of cum for me to smell with
each breath. The top of that finger he drew up along the bridge of my
nose, painting it with cum. The cum on his middle finger was spread over
both cheeks. "Now you look like the fag whore that you are," he
smirked.

He walked to the door, where I had taken off his shirt, and picked his
belt and Cory's briefs from the floor. I braced for what I knew would
come next, but nothing could prepare me. He folded the belt over once as
he walked back the side of the bed. "Have you ever been whipped,
slut?" he asked as he rammed the briefs back into my throat. I shook my
head no. "Good." With that, he began. The blows came lightly at
first, the leather smacking against my ass, and I could feel the heat
began to spread across my butt. I fell into the rhythm of his spanking,
slight tinges of pain followed by tingling as the belt was pulled back.
After several dozen of these moderate strokes, though, either he'd
warmed up or he'd decided that I had. The first real crack jolted me.
My eyes bulged and watered and I lifted my head from the bed. A muffled
shriek escaped my lips through the briefs.

"You noticed that one, eh?" Ben asked. "Relax, more to come." He
repeated the blow and I struggled hard against the leather straps that
held me down. "Yeah, those are bringing the life back into you."
Again. Each strike of the leather now felt like white-hot metal.
Again. "You like that, don't you?" I shook my head violently no,
tears on my cheeks. "Then why are you still hard?" I looked down at
my cock, and it was red and pulsing. I watched a drop of precum fall
from the swollen head to my abs. As I was looking down, the belt cracked
again and through the pain I watched in disbelief as my cock spasmed,
ejaculating a thin line of precum.

"Are you sure you don't like it?" he asked. I looked back at him,
confused. My ass was burning inside and out now, and my brain was
screaming for escape. The amusement on his face told me he was reveling
in my indecision. "I tell you what, you nod your head yes and I'll
keep whipping you, making your dick happy. Nod no and I'll give you one
more, making a nice even half-dozen, and that'll be that." I closed my
eyes. Did I want this to go on? Did I want him to continue beating me?
Why was my cock so hard at something so painful? I'd heard that there
was a line where pain became pleasure. Was I on the edge of that? Would
the beating turn into an ecstatic, almost transcendent, sexual high?

I opened my eyes and looked at Ben. I could feel the sweat on my body,
but his chest was still dry. I was gasping for breath through my nose,
smelling with each inhalation the cum Ben had smeared on my lip, but he
wasn't even breathing hard. The 5 strokes had taken a toll on me, but
he showed no signs of fatigue. He could beat me all night long. My eyes
wandered down, and I could see his cock still hard and dripping. It was
turning him on, having me helpless here, defenseless against him. I
looked up to his eyes and shook my head no. The smile vanished.

"Fine." He took the belt in both hands, and raised them over his
head. I closed my eyes, but when he brought the belt down, it struck not
my ass but the back of my thighs. Every muscle in my body clenched and
my chest crushed the air from my lungs. The shockwave shot from my
thighs up my spine, through every nerve and pore in my body. It was the
hardest blow yet, and on a tender, unprepared swath of flesh. Empty,
awash with pain, my brain stopped. My heart stopped. Time stopped.
Everything was red, blurry, a fog. I took in a hard, long, shaking
breath, and released it as something between a groan, a scream, and a
sob. And then I felt it.

The first splotch of my cum hit me on the chin. As the wave of pain
ebbed out of my body, the vacuum of sensation was filled with the most
powerful orgasm I'd ever felt. I panted as almost a dozen jets of spunk
covered my face. More dribbled from the lips of my dick head onto my
chest and abs. When the feeling subsided, I realized that my heart was
beating. My muscles relaxed but I trembled. My skin was covered in
goosebumps. I felt the aching of my hole, the burning of my ass cheeks,
and the new, scorched welt on my thighs. My nipples stood erect from my
pecs. I felt a hand on my butt, gently caressing, as if smoothing the
pain like it was a lotion. My eyes opened, and I saw Ben sitting on the
bed again.

"I told you you liked it." He saw my nipples and took one between the
fingers of each hand. He squeezed them and pulled them from my body. I
whimpered as I lay exhausted. Even if I hadn't been tied down, I
wouldn't have been able to move. He sensed this, released his grip, and
moved to the foot of the bed. He knelt above me, bring his mouth close
to my ear. I felt his breath before I heard him whispering.

"Do you think your boyfriend is asleep yet?" he asked. My eyes
widened. Cory! I'd forgotten about Cory! I had no idea how long we'd
been in the bedroom. Maybe an hour. No more than one and a half,
certainly. I had been so consumed with Ben that I'd forgotten him, just
as he'd been so consumed with me he'd forgotten Ben earlier. The
memory flashed back to me, the memory from Cory fucking me on the carpet,
the memory of the sly look Ben had given me as he stared into my eyes
then pointedly glanced back at Cory's ass. I weakly thrashed against
the leather binding me to the bed. Ben laughed.

"I know you wanted him for yourself. I saw you checking him out at the
pool hall. I knew you wanted that ass. You wanted to get your mouth on
it, though, didn't you? You wanted to run your tongue up his crack,
tasting that sweat and musk. You wanted to fuck him with your tongue.
Didn't you?" Ben stood and stroked my hair with one hand. "It's all
right, maybe after I'm finished with him, I'll bring him back in here
and sit him on your face. That way you can have that ass you want, and
my cum. I know you wanted to suck it from my balls, but it'll be just
as good from that sweet ass, won't it? And think, two birds with one
stone."

With that, he turned. I lay there, helpless, hands and feet tied to the
bed, burning ass in the air, hole exposed, my body drenched in sweat, my
face covered in cum -- both mine and Cory's. Ben closed the bedroom
door behind him.