Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2008 13:21:09 EST
From: TTSTUD@aol.com
Subject: The Adventures of Chet Pectoral - Book Two - Chapter 6

The Adventures of Chet Pectoral
Book II
Chapter 6
September 30

6:25 p.m.

	All Chet could do is hold on as the vice-president pounded his cock
into Chet's defenseless ass.  He did not yell but used his new training to
block it out.  He was shocked at how brutal the Vice-President could be.
Every stroke he pulled all the way out of Chet's ass, waiting for his hole
to close, before slamming back into him in one hard, long stroke.  Each
time he felt the man's large balls slam against him.  The man ground his
hips making his cock jump and bounce in Chet's hole before pulling it out
fully again.
	More amazing was the man's stamina.
	Last time the man had fucked him Chet had been fucked non stop for
over two hours.  This time he was close to three hours.  Sweat dripped off
them both and the monster pushed into him over and over.
	Finally, the second most powerful man in the universe yelled and
unloaded into Chet's ass.  He felt the flood, gasping.
	The man collapsed onto Chet panting.
	"Fuck boy," he gasped, "your one fucking amazing stallion."
	"Thank you, Master," Chet said.

	With that the man pulled out of Chet and left the room.  Chet
stayed on the bed catching his breath.
	They were in a very elaborate office in the White House.  Chet
didn't want to be fucked there but the Vice President ordered him to submit
and Chet did not resist.  It had been strange, the more training Chet had
the harder his body became and the more horny he got.  But, strangest of
all even while all of that went on it was easier to submit now.  Easier to
flip a switch in his head and give in when someone gave him an order.
	The higher ups were impressed with Chet and had even told him he
would be graduating soon and heading out on his first assignment.
	Chet did not get up off the bed.  He reached over to the bed stand
and grabbed the butt plug that rested there.  As he has been ordered to do
he shoved the plug into his office to keep the man's seed inside him.  He
lay back on the bed adjusting to the feeling.  Then he reached down,
grabbed his tits and twisted.
	His load was huge spurting over five times and the first shot hit
him in the mouth.  Feeling better, though not satisfied, he got off the bed
and headed into the bathroom.  There the Master had set out a towel and he
showered stroking himself and shooting a second load.
	Chet dried off and left the bathroom, taking time to comb his hair
which had been cut short now.  His chest hair had been neatly trimmed and
he took one second to look at himself in the mirror.  His abs were ripped,
his chest muscles, huge and bloated and his nips formed perfect peaks
always standing at attention.
	He resisted the urge to shoot a third lad and instead got dressed.
He wore a blue Armani suit which had been tailored just for him in order to
hide the hard on which he always sported.  His shoulders, pecs and biceps
stretched the fabric of his shirt and suit jacket.  As he moved, dressing,
his plug shifted inside him.  He had learned to not moan when the plug hit
his prostate but each time it did electrical impulses worked through his
body.  Primbatu, his one true Master, had insured his body would always be
wired for pleasure.


8:16 p.m.
	He opened the door to the office and stepped out into the hallway.
Everyone looked at him.  Most checked him out physically some, the better
trained, looked at his badge to make sure he was approved to be in the
area.
	His phone rang and Chet picked it up answering.
	It was his soul mate.
	"Hi . . . I'm good. . . Yes, I'll be home tonight. . . Yes, I love
you more than anything . . . Steak sounds great . . . You know what I want
for dessert . . . No, you're the only cock that can satisfy me you know
that . . . I really shouldn't talk about that in the middle of the White
House. . . (laughing). . . See you tonight. . Love you too."
	He hung up the phone smiling.
	There was only one man for him.
	He would die to make that man happy.

	"Why do you have such a shit eating grin?" said a voice from behind
him.

	He turned then and saw Nick.
	There was no talking between the two; they simply exchanged a look
that said everything.
	They were that close now.
	Chet reached out, grabbed Nick and hugged him hard, lifting him off
the ground.  Nick hugged him back.  Soon, Chet thought, lifting the kid was
going to become impossible.  Nick was huge now almost wider than Chet was
himself.  It was like the kid was aging at a hyper rate.  Even Nick's voice
was deeper now.
	Nick nodded his head in the direction of his bed room and Chet
followed.

	Once inside the bedroom Nick began to strip Chet.  Chet let his
hands roam over Nick's new body.
	"Holy fuck Nick," he said rubbing Nick's hard nipples, "your body
is fucking amazing now."
	There wasn't a single hair on Nick's body and as Chet rubbed it he
couldn't even feel any stubble.
	"Do you wax it all?"
	Nick laughed nervously and at the same time went to the bed and sat
down.
	"Chet, can I tell you something?"
	"Anything," Chet said dropping to his knees in front of Nick.
	"I don't shave my body and I don't workout."
	Chet stood his dick now directly in front of Nick who was fighting
the urge to suck on it for all he was worth.
	"Do you mean your body is just developing like this?"
	Nick nodded.
	"Primbatu," Chet said.
	Nick nodded again.
	"I'm going to kill him," Chet said.
	"Get in line."
	It wasn't Nick who spoke but someone who was coming out of Nick's
bathroom.  Agent Masters entered the room naked and looked Chet up and
down.
	"Fuck, boy," Agent Masters said, "you are one hot fuck toy."
	Chet instantly lowered his head.
	"Yes, Sir," Chet said.
	The agent moved behind Chet and bent him over.  Chet took Nick's
cock in his mouth and Nick shot instantly.  Chet smiled, swallowing the
load and then continuing to suck hard.  Nick moaned and began to squirm.
	"Fuuuuuck, Chet," Nick moaned, "they sure teach you how to suck
good."
	Chet sucked harder in response and reached up to grab Nick's tits.
In response, Nick's cock jumped and leaked in his mouth.

	The amazing thing about Chet's training was that he could now multi
task.  As he sucked the cock he was able to think now and not get lost in
the sex.  He wondered what Primbatu had done to his friend and how Nick's
body would finally end up.  Either Nick had been given a different set of
drugs or Nick had responded differently.

8:12 p.m.
	Chet felt Agent Masters tap the butt plug that was locked in his
ass.  Chet sucked harder then groaned as the agent pulled the plug out in
one fast motion.  He felt the man's fingers probe his wet hole.

	"Someone has had you already, boy," Agent Masters said.  Chet did
not think much when Masters used the word "boy".  It was a bedroom term and
not a reference to his rank.  Even so, Chet actually liked being called
"boy".  He knew it was closer to what he really was.

	He felt the agent slam his cock into his ass in a hard thrust.
Chet instantly used his training and clamped down on the cock but Masters
wasn't fooled.

	"Someone huge had you," he said pumping away fast, "someone worked
you good."

	There was a time when both men used Chet good and he was able to
relax and get into it.  It was three buddies having sex. Nick and Derek
switched places several times and they kept going until Derek had cum three
times.  Nick must have cum ten times by Chet's count.  When they were done
using his holes Agent Masters asked if Chet wanted his plug back in.  Chet
told him "no".

10:37 p.m.
	Later they all lay on the bed.  Nick and Derek were each sucking
one of Chet's tits and Chet was in heaven.  Nick would laugh every time
Chet shot a load without touching his cock.

	"You're so hot Chet," Nick said.
	"Agreed," said Derek.
	"Well, you're a fucking machine Nick," Chet said.
	Chet felt comfortable with them and he pulled them both back onto
his nips savoring the feelings as they worked the tit flesh.  They were
different Derek flicking the nipple with his tongue over and over while
Nick, knowing better what Chet could handle, chewed the nipple he was
working on for all he was worth.  Chet groaned another load shooting out of
his cock then almost screamed when Nick grabbed it and started stroking
Chet's cock, milking it.
	"I need to be fucked again," Chet moaned.

	Derek laughed and lay back pulling Chet into his lap.  Chet reached
back grabbed Derek's cock and sat on it, taking it in deep.  He began to
ride until he felt Nick behind him.
	"Stay still for a minute baby," Nick said.
	Chet stopped riding and groaned as he felt Nick squat down behind
him.  Then he moaned loud as Nick began to enter his ass, his cock going in
along with Agent Masters.
	"Ohh, fuck guys, I've never been double dicked before,"

	Chet could barely stand it.  But, the stimulation was getting even
more intense.  He felt both cocks begin to move in and out of his ass,
stretching it to the max.  He could feel Nick's hard body against his back
and Nicks tongue in his ear and on his neck.  Derek had his hands on Chet's
tits twisting and pulling.

11:13 p.m.
	"Wow," Chet said.
	They all laughed in agreement.
	"Someone opened that ass good for us," Derek said, "who did it?"
	Chet laughed.
	Nick slammed his cock into Chet harder.
	"Tell us," Nick said.
	"The Vice-President," Chet said.
	Derek laughed.
	"He must have a huge cock," he said.
	Chet's eyes grew wide in shock.
	"You have no idea," Chet said, "it's the biggest thing I've ever
seen."

	Suddenly, he felt Nick pull out of his ass.
	"Stop it," Nick yelled.
	Chet was shocked by Nick's tone of voice and he stopped riding
Derek's cock in response.  He felt himself get more submissive because of
the tone Nick was using.
	Derek guided Nick off of his cock and once he was off he went to
Nick, hugging him.
	"Hey, what's wrong," Derek said in a comforting voice, "this was
all your idea."
	"That's not it at all," Nick yelled.
	"Did I do something wrong?" Chet asked.
	"Why would you say that about the Vice President?" Nick shouted at
him.

	For Chet's part he was totally calm.  The anger Nick suddenly
showed made him submissive and he put his head down and answered, not
getting off the bed.
	"He's been raping me for the past few months," Chet said, "pounding
my ass with his monster cock."
	Nick began to laugh then.
	"What's so funny?"  Derek asked.
	"Before I was kidnapped," Nick said, "the Vice-President and I used
to fool around."
	Derek grabbed him and pulled him close.
	"I'm sorry," Derek said, "I didn't know he raped you too."
	Nick pulled away from him.
	"No, that's just it," Nick said, "he used to be so nice.  We used
to fool around and then when I came back he's been so mean to me and won't
even talk to me."
	"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to upset you."  Chet said and then he
stood up and began to get dressed.
	Nick went to Chet and hugged him.
	"No," Nick said, "I'm sorry I yelled at you."
	"Stay," Derek said.
	"No," I have to get back to my man."

11:47 p.m.
	Chet buttoned his pants and grabbed his shirt.  He didn't bother to
wipe the cum and sweat off his body.  Dean was used to Chet coming home
sweaty and used.  He was worried Nick was mad at him and their relationship
was somehow ruined.
	"I just don't get why you said that Chet," Nick said.
	"What are you talking about," Chet said.  He was frustrated now,
unable to figure his friend's attitude out.
	"The Vice President's cock," Nick said, "you said it's huge."
	"No," Chet said, "it's massive."
	To show the point Chet held his hands out over a foot apart.
	"No, it's not," Nick said, "it's like an inch long."
	Chet laughed.
	"I'm serious," Nick said with a more pleading voice now, "we would
have fucked but his cock was smaller than my pinky finger.  I used to just
jerk him off.  That's why he liked me because I didn't make fun of how
small his cock was."
	"Nick," Chet said, "it's huge and he's not a nice man at all."
	"You know," Agent Masters of the Secret Service said to them both,
"it's almost like you two are talking about different peop. . ."
	Derek's voice stopped in mid sentence then.  His face flushed and
he suddenly ran for his clothes.
	"What are you doing?" Nick asked as his lover got hastily dressed.
	"Can't find my fucking phone," Derek said pulling his pants on.
	"What's wrong?" Chet asked.
	Derek ignored them both searching franticly through the clothes on
the floor for his cell phone.
	"Fuck, fuck fuck," he said the word over and over almost like a
chant.
	Chet didn't know why the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end
but he took a cue from Masters and began to get dressed more frantically.
	"What's happening," Nick said.  He too picked up the energy coming
from his lover.  Both Chet and Derek ignored him dressing.
	Derek yelled in victory picking up his cell phone and pressing a
button on it.  He did not wait but immediately spoke into the phone.
	"Where is Bulldog?"
	Nick recognized his father's code name.  It was his old military
handle when he had been in the Air Force.
	"FUCK," Agent Masters said.
	Nick saw he did not like the answer he had been given.
	"ANSWER ME DEREK," Nick yelled.
	Chet stopped right where he was, dressed except for his unbuttoned
shirt.  Masters continued to pull on the last of his clothes.  He looked at
his lover the young man who had been kidnapped and abused and was the
greatest light in his life.
	"Your dad's with the Vice President right now.  I think he's in
danger."

11:53 p.m.
	Maria Benito was a house keeper at the White House.  All her life
she had wanted to do something important and now she had finally done that.
She worked in the White House.  She had talked to the President of the
United States and he called her by her first name.
	He had even hugged her.
	She was honored to do this important job.
	Her friends always asked her to talk about her job but she refused.
	She could keep a secret.
	For almost ten years now and through two administrations she had
never spoken about what she saw at the White House.
	That's about to change.
	Maria Benito walked down the hall toward the room belonging to the
President's son.  He was such a nice boy and had been through a lot having
been abducted.  But, he was safe now and she was happy the President, her
President, had the comfort of his son.  It was such a tragedy about his
wife and how she had died so suddenly just after he came to the White
House.
	She had been there, in the White House, the day the First Lady had
collapsed.  In fact, she had been the one to find her.  She had blacked out
in the bathroom and hit her head and bled to death.  She screamed, the men
in suits coming in, trying to save the lady and then realizing she was
dead.
	The most touching thing was that the President was more concerned
about Maria rather than herself.  He had sat with her while the Secret
Service asked her questions and he had given her time off to make sure she
was ok.

	Suddenly, the door of the boy's room came flying open.  She was
pushed backwards and almost fell as one of the Secret Service agents came
running out of the room.  Strangely, his shirt was unbuttoned all the way
and Maria could see his muscular smooth chest.
	She blushed.
	She began to step forward when a second man came flying out of the
room.
	Maria recognized him as Nick's friend and the man who had saved the
boy.  Oh, Maria was not stupid.  She knew that the boy and the handsome
man, who now seemed more composed than he had been, were more than friends.
	The man, Chet she thought his name was, was fully dressed but his
shirt was untucked.
	It was then that Maria screamed.
	The President's son came flying out after the two other men and he
was totally naked.  The boy was beautiful and muscular now his large cock
bouncing in front of him.
	Maria stepped back and gasped.  She felt flushed.
	Oh, to be young again, she thought to herself.
	She had to get a hold of herself.
	"Put some clothes on!" she yelled after the boy.

11:55 p.m.
	"Thank you," the President of the United States said to the
Vice-President as he took the glass of liquor from him.
	They were in the sitting room of the President's residence and they
were relaxing.
	Relations had been strained between them for some time but they
were certainly on the mend.
	In fact, the Vice-President had brought a rare bottle of Grand
Marnier, his favorite alcohol, and they were just about to share a glass
and talk about some of the outstanding issues that were facing the Senate.
	"To the United States of America," his friend said to him.
	Together they touched their glasses.
	Time to die, the fake Vice-President thought.
	The President took a sip.

11:59 p.m.
	In his cell Nathan Primbatu waited patiently.
	He had been told that the slave he called Pex and that was
otherwise known to the world as Chet Pectoral had refused see him as he had
demanded.
	The Americans were an arrogant bunch Nathan knew.
	But the slave would come to see him.
	One way or the other the slave would come to see him.
	And Pex would bow down before him as the son of his one true
master.
	Of that he was confident.
	His father had planned everything perfectly and although he did not
agree with his father one bit he would obey him.  After all, he was his
father's son.
	He was also confident this prison ell would not hold him.
	They had called him an enemy combatant but they would free him.
	He smiled.
	"Patience," he said out loud.
	There was a guard on the other side of the cell and he turned to
look at Nathan.
	"What did you say?" the guard asked in a threatening tone.
	"I asked," Nathan said getting up and moving closer to the bars,
"what time is it?"
	The guard looked at his watch.
	"It's just after midnight."
	"Thank you," Nathan said, turning around and sitting back down on
his cot.

	Nathan's smile got bigger.
	It was the first day of October and the President of the United
States was about to die.