Date: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 15:49:43 -0700 From: Master Gilbert Subject: Cigar Boy Chapter 11 All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations and/or acts. Cigar Boy, Chapter 11 Last night was still a blur in my memory. I remember it, but it's like looking at it through a fog or something. Now here I am, waking up in Mike's arms again, his tight hold reminding me that I am safe, while also reminding me that I was now somehow his. I did exactly what Mike wanted last night, even when I didn't understand what I was doing. Mike was not awake yet so I just laid there. I lay perfectly still both peaceful and scared. I could hear the moaning and noise coming from the next room which told me that someone was getting fucked. From the sound of it someone was getting fucked really hard. Its funny how listening to someone having sex makes you just as horny as watching porn on tv. I was starting to slowly move my ass against Mike's hard cock. Mike always had a hard on in the morning and this morning I wanted it in me. So I tried to gently rub my cock up and down the shaft of Mike's cock trying not to wake him up, but wanting him to fuck me. The grunting in the next room got louder and the bed hitting the wall was starting to speed up. I kept waiting for all this to wake Mike up, but he didn't seem to notice. In fact he slept right through the guy screaming as he came. I don't know how anyone could have slept through that, but I guess if you're used to it might be possible. Then it was over. The sounds stopped and the cabin was quite again. I wondered how many people spent the night in the cabin after that party. I mean there must have been 20 guys there last night and I only saw the two bedrooms. Mike and I were alone in one, and I was assuming Bill was in the other one since that was where I saw him last night. But to be honest I have no idea who is next door. I needed to either get up, or be content to lay here in Mike's arms. It shouldn't be too big a surprise to know I decided to lay there wrapped up in Mike's strong hold. I still slowly stroked Mike's cock with my ass. But I didn't do it too hard, just gently enough to feel it. As I lay there in Mike's arms there came a knock at the door to the bedroom. It was pretty soft at first, but whoever it was kept knocking. It got harder and harder until it finally woke Mike up and I pitied the person from the sound of Mike's voice. "What the fuck do you want?" Mike yelled. "I'm sorry Sir, I was told to come wake you up and see if there is anything you need Sir." A voice called out. "Just bring me some coffee and a cigar." Mike yelled back as he stretched. "Yes Sir." The voice answered and I heard footsteps as he left our door. "What's this I feel on my cock boy?" Mike said as he pushed his cock into my ass. I can't say its not what I wanted. After all I had spent most of the morning trying to get it in me and at this point it slid in without much resistance. I can't really explain it anymore. At first I was so ashamed when Mike would fuck me. I mean the thought of having another man's cock in me was repulsive just a few weeks ago. But now it felt so right, not even good, but right, to feel Mike in me. To know that Mike was getting pleasure from fucking me, and that afterward Mike would hold me tight, I mean this was so different from what I thought sex would be like. None the less, Mike was really fucking me good and hard. I know he is not trying to be mean or brutal, but that's just the way Mike fucks. His strokes are long and hard. I can feel his balls hitting my ass so I know he's all the way in me. Yet almost on instinct I find myself pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts. Mike continued to thrust his cock up my ass as we laid there. I could tell he just wanted to get his nut off in my ass. But I was fine with that. I mean it's not like Mike didn't fuck me last night, or yesterday morning, or the day before that. Lately I think Mike needs my ass almost as much as I need his cock. About the time I felt Mike's seed flooding my hole, the door opened and that little black boy came in holding Mike's coffee and cigar. "Do you know how to prep that cigar boy?" Mike asked. "Yes Sir" the boy replied. He sat the coffee down on the night stand and then proceeded to insert the entire cigar down his throat moistening it as he pulled it out of his mouth. He then cut the end off with the clippers. Finally he held the lighter to it and got the cherry lit on the cigar practically perfect. I was in awe of this boy's skills and he looked younger then I am. I mean I'm learning, but I don't think I could have done that. Finally he handed the lit cigar to Mike who took a deep drag off of it and blew it right in the boy's face. The boy never moved or flinched, he just stood there waiting. Mike seemed to be delighting in seeing if he could get a reaction out of the boy. But the boy just stood there and waited. "What is Bill doing boy?" Mike finally asked. "Sir, Sir Bill was enjoying himself earlier with one of his boys. But Sir Bill did instruct me to make sure you had anything you might need this morning, Sir." The boy replied while receiving another face full of smoke. "I don't need your worn out holes boy, I have my own boy to do what I need." Mike said as he pulled me in tight and held me. I think I actually blushed when Mike called me his boy. I felt so proud and happy at that moment. I was his and he told someone that. "Yes Sir. Sir Bill wanted you to know that he would be in the living room when you felt like joining him Sir." The black boy said before bowing his head and leaving the room. "Let's get up and moving boy." Mike said as he shoved me out of the bed. Last night was such a blur I didn't even know where my clothes were. I started looking around for them when I heard Mike start laughing. I turned around and all I saw was his big paw of a hand holding out a leather collar. Now I had seen all the boys last night wearing their collars. Most seemed like the collar was a natural part of them, and a few like they were proud of it, but then there were a few that seemed scared or ashamed of it. I mean it was like they were constantly fidgeting with it, pulling at it, or trying to cover it with a shirt. I guess I was thinking about all of this because I was wondering what I would be like if Mike put that collar on me. "I think it's about time you accepted this collar boy, but before you do we need to talk." Mike said with that serious look on his face. "I don't know" I said, or at least tried to but my voice gave out in the middle of it. Mike just started laughing again and put the collar down on the bed as he got up and started to throw his jeans and boots on. Mike was completely dressed standing there looking at me while I had still not found a single piece of my clothing. "Come on boy, I don't have all morning to wait, I guess you're just going to go out like you are." Mike said as he was laughing. All I could do was look at him in disbelief. "Please Sir" I pleaded. "I don't want to go out naked Sir." Mike grabbed a jock strap out of the chest of drawers. Then he opened the closet and pulled out my boots and socks. "Here you go boy, get dressed and meet me in the living room." Mike was half way out the door as he finished telling me. I got dressed and did my best to cover as much as I could with the jock strap. Of course that was not much. I got my socks and boots on and started out of the bedroom and down the hall. As I passed the bathroom I noticed there was a boy in the bathtub. He looked like he was asleep. But it also looked like he was soaked. I could only bet it was piss. Well that and the smell was quite strong. Then I passed the door to the other bedroom. It was open and I had to look inside. It was like a morbid curiosity. When I looked inside it was pretty much laid out the same way as the other bed room. There was a big bed in the middle of the room, and sitting area off to one side. Strapped down to the bed with his ankles and wrists tied to opposite corners was the leather suited man from last night. I was still trying to figure out if that was really my dad. I mean the build was right, but it could be anyone under all that leather. And right now all I can see is the guys ass which is severely bruised and the cum was running out of his hole. I could tell he was recently fucked. Anyone could tell that since his hole was still gapping open a little and the cum was running out of it. I wanted to go to the bed and see if it was my dad or not. But I also didn't really want to know. I was struggling to figure out what I should do when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was the little black boy again. "Sir Mike is waiting on you." He said. I turned around and started to leave the room when the man groaned. It was the first real sound, other than crying, I had heard the man make. Yet again, it wasn't enough for me to be able to tell if it was, or wasn't my dad. But I have to admit that I was extremely curious. I turned around and left the room trying to put the possibility of that leather covered man being my father out of my mind. It was erotic and scary. But I needed to stop thinking about it. It was just too much for me to handle right now. As I turned the corner into the living room, I saw Mike and Bill sitting in the big chairs at the end of the room. There were a few other men sitting on the couch, and several boys on the floor around the room. What struck me was how normal this all seemed to everyone. The men were talking and laughing. Mike and one of the guys on the couch were smoking cigars. Over in the corner were three boys playing ball batting it around with their hands. But their hands were in these large leather mitts and when one of them turned around, he had the same kind of tail that Rob was wearing. I guess they were puppies. There were a few boys that were on the floor with what I would assume was their Sir's legs wrapped around them. These boys seemed to be more shy, and quite. These boys were not talking or interacting with each other. I felt a little sorry for these boys, but I also understood how comfortable it was when Mike held me tight. I must have stood in the doorway a little too long because I saw Mike looking at me and motioning me to him. I made my way through the room and when I got to him, I looked at the floor at his feet and started to sit down. Mike had other ideas as he grabbed me and sat me on his lap. Then he took the cigar out of his mouth and put it in mine. I am pretty used to the cigar smoke at this point but it caught me off guard. I didn't cough or choke, but I did struggle a little at first before I got the smoke rolling the way Mike liked it. I felt the cigar in my mouth and the warm smoke in my mouth. I could see the smoke rolling up past my eyes and I could feel the slight sting in my nose from the smoke. But I could also feel the pride Mike had in me and when Mike put his hand on my shoulder I was completely lost in the moment. Without even knowing it at the time, I had become the center of attention in the room. All the boys were looking at me. I couldn't tell if they wanted to be me, or kill me. But they were all looking at me. They were watching me smoke what was left of Mike's cigar and Mike was rubbing my back and bouncing me on his knee as he was joking and talking with the other men. One of the boys crawled over to where we were sitting and just sat there looking up at me. It was creepy. I think he wanted to have sex with me, but I didn't really want to touch him. When I finished the cigar I looked around to try to find an ashtray but I didn't see one. However that boy seemed to know exactly what I was looking for because he went over and grabbed one, then brought it over for me. I guess this is what a dad expects out of his boy, to just do and be. Without even asking for it, that boy had brought me an ashtray, and held it while I used it. Then he took it away. I never said a word to him, he just knew what to do. This made me think about Mike. Was this what he expected of me too? Mike eventually got tired of me sitting on his lap. He motioned for me to stand up and once I did he looked at the ground near him. I knew to sit down there, so I did just that. Where most of the boys were sitting on their knees, I just sat Indian style. The rest of the day went on pretty much like this. The older men sat around and talked. The boys played on the floor or took naps wrapped around someone's feet. Every once in a while a man and boy, or boys, would disappear for an hour or so. Often this would be followed by the unmistakable sounds of a spanking, or just rough sex. Pretty much in every case the man would come back with a smile on his face, and I would say about half the time the boys would come back looking like they had fun too. The most notable exception to this happened about an hour or so after lunch. This one older guy disappeared down the hall with 2 younger boys following behind him. Not too long after they left I could hear what sounded like screaming. I looked up at Mike from the floor and looked down the hall. Mike didn't seem to notice. The screaming and crying got louder until Bill leaned over and said something to Mike privately. After that Bill got up and walked down the hall himself. When he returned he had one of the boys with him and sat back down then said something to Mike again in private, whispering into his ear. Mike made a grunting sound like he was annoyed and then he put his hand on my shoulder and stood up, motioning me to follow him. As we neared the bed room that Mike and I had used that night I could see this boy strapped down over a saw horse looking thing. His ass was black and blue and a large plastic looking thing was hanging out of his ass. Mike walked over to the boy who was still crying and rubbed his ass with his hand and started telling the boy it was okay. Then he motioned to me to undo the boy. Just about the time I finished getting his ankles undone, that other older guy walked in and just stopped in the doorway. Mike walked over to him and they talked for a few minutes. Then Mike turned to me and gave me a dirty look. I realized that I had stopped undoing the boy's bindings and took that look to mean finish the job. So I set about getting his wrists undone and helping the boy up. Mike was getting pretty stern with this other man and before long Bill came up behind the guy. I got the feeling this man was no longer welcome, and apparently he had the same feeling as he left the cabin shortly thereafter. While I was taking the boy back to the living room the boy just kept thanking me over and over. I'm not totally sure why, but I was happy he was feeling better. He was clinging to me like I had saved his life or something. It was nice, but annoying as well. When I sat back down at Mike's feet, the boy sat down next to me. He was no longer holding on to me, but he also made sure I was within easy reach. I looked up at Mike who had returned to smoking his cigar and talking to the other men. I was hoping he would pay some attention to me, but he was lost in his own world right now. I wondered what it must be like to be Mike. To have people that respected you, treated you like a boss, and did what you told them too. I also wondered what it must be like to have someone like me want all his time and attention. I guess at some point Mike realized I was staring at him and put his hand down on my head and played with what little hair I had left. Surprising that small amount of Mike's attention made me feel better. As the day went on men would disappear with a boy or take a boy outside. I started to notice which boys seemed to be connected to which men. But there were a few boys that didn't seem to be connected to anyone and these were the boys that disappeared the most. There was this one boy, he must have been 17 or 18. Looked like the jocks that played football at my high school. He was really muscular, and built, blond hair that was cut short, like in a flat top, just not standing up. His eyes were like a blue-green. I mean they were when he didn't have tears in them. I really wished I could have talked to him and find out what was going on with him. But I couldn't and when I pointed at him and asked Mike he told me to just leave that alone for now and that he would explain it later. (What I found out later is that the boy had pissed off his daddy and as punishment he was an open target for anyone that wanted him that weekend. I also found out his dad didn't even spend the night. He came that first night to the party, dropped him off with a friend and left. The boy had been fucked by everyman in the cabin, except Mike, and had been used as a urinal by most.) When it came time for dinner the men set up a big bbq outside. They cooked hamburgers and hotdogs. They even had some steaks and stuff. Most of the men sat around drinking beers, smoking cigars, and eating, while most of the boys were on the ground at the men's feet, content to be within reach of their respective man. The lucky boys were fed by their men. While a few of the unlucky boys were made to beg and do things for their dinner. That one jock boy that had my attention earlier was probably the one that had it worst of all. I watched as this man bent his boy over his lap and shoved a hot dog up the boy's ass then made the jock boy fetch it out and eat it. The boy that was bent over seemed to really be enjoying it, but the jock boy was really humiliated. After he would get a hotdog out of the boy's ass, the man would ask him if he was still hungry. The jock boy would obediently say yes sir, and that would get a good laugh out of everyone around, and be followed by yet another hot dog being shoved up the other boy's ass. I bet that jock ended up eating a dozen hot dogs before the men grew tired of playing with him and humiliating him. At least the jock boy got to eat I guess. After dinner Mike took me back into the living room and he sat back down in his big chair then tapped me on the shoulder. I knew he was ready for a cigar so up I jumped to get it for him. I brought it back, already clipped and ready to be lit. Mike just looked at me so without hesitation I brought the cigar to my mouth, lit the lighter, and then started to turn the cigar in the flame. I gently inhaled as I lit the cigar, making sure the cherry was just perfect. Once I was satisfied I took one last inhale off the cigar and looked up to see Mike grinning from ear to ear. I held the cigar in my hand and offered it to him. Mike's eyes were so dark and deep that I just stood there, cigar in my hand, head slightly bowed, lost in his eyes. I could see everything that both scared me and made me feel safe all at the same time. Mike's strength was in his eyes. He could stare a man down, cut him in half, or bring him back to life, all with a look. Right now that look was one of pride and pleasure, and I knew it was all for me. Mike took the cigar from me, then put a hand on my shoulder and simply with the weight of his hand, brought me to my knees. I knelt before him, still lost in his eyes, forgetting about the others in the room. That was until I heard Bill laughing. His voice was like thunder and broke me out of my happy place just as easily as Mike had put me into it. "Why is it that all the other boys around here are naked and collared and yours is running around like that?" Bill said while pointing to my clothes. Mike replied, "Because that's how I want him to look. You got a problem with that?" Bill laughed and let it go, but I knew that Mike had just taken a verbal bullet for me. Mike would rather me be naked. He wanted me naked this morning. But I was the one that didn't want to be out in front of everyone without my clothes. "Sir" I said trying to get Mike's attention and ask a question but without drawing attention to myself. "Sir may I ask you something?" Mike's eyes shifted down and I felt like the weight of the entire room just descended on me. "Yes boy?" "Sir you said earlier today you needed to talk to me. May I ask about what?" I pretty well knew the answer to this, or at least I thought I did, and I have to admit this conversation scared me about as much as being out in public naked. But I felt like I had let Mike down, and I wanted to do something to try to show him he could be proud of me again. "You sure you want to do this here boy?" Mike said. Although it was a question, it pretty much answered its self. "I want whatever will make you happy Sir." I replied. "Then why don't we go to the bed room boy." Mike was getting up even as he said it, and I stood up even before he was finished saying it. While my attention was on Mike the entire way down the hall to the bedroom, when we passed the door to Bill's room I have to admit I really wanted to see in it. However, it was a very fleeting curiosity as the reality of what I was afraid of was just one door away. Once in the room Mike sat in the chair and I knelt between his legs looking up at him. I could tell he was thinking about what he wanted to say before he spoke. The way I knew is that he was chewing on the cigar in his mouth and playing with it. I have seen him do this a few times. Each time he was thinking about something and this was no different. He would take a deep draw on his cigar before letting it out slowly into my face. While most would take this as an insult, having smoke blown in their face, I knew it was Mike's way of helping me get my mind off everything else. "Adam you know I have been very interested in you ever since that night of Eric's party. You really surprised me that night and since then you keep surprising me." Mike was putting a lot of thought behind each word and because of it, he was speaking very slowly and deliberately. "Most of the boys here never had a say in being collared. They are collared because they don't know any better and because they are being used by the men here as toys." I nodded because I had seen some of these boys running around. They seem clueless. It's almost like they don't know any better or they don't have the common sense to know what's going on. They are the ones that never get humiliated because they don't seem to have a sense of self. They exist only to be what they are told to be. "But I'm not sure that could ever be you Adam." Mike continued. "I think you know what you want, and are willing to do what it takes to get it. I can't say that you fully understand what it is you want at this point, but you know it feels good and you know that you want more." Again I was thinking to myself that what Mike was saying makes sense. I do know what I want and I am willing to do most anything Mike asks to get it. I want to feel Mike's strength and that safe feeling that he gives to me when I am near him. Mike's power is so intoxicating at times that I do things I didn't realize I was capable of doing. But when I look back at it, I can't say I would do anything differently if I were given the same choices again. I realized Mike was looking at me. "You're right Sir." I said instinctively. "So the question becomes boy if you want to take my collar and wear it with pride and accept all that it means, or do you want me to let you go off and explore the world before you take my collar?" Mike posed that as a question, though it seemed more like a comment. I marveled at what Mike had just done. He basically said I would wear his collar; just it was up to me when I would first put it on. Not that I really felt like I had a choice in it. I mean let's face it. When I am away from Mike, he's all I think about, and when I am near Mike, I don't want to leave him. But I did feel like I needed to ask him what it meant to wear his collar. Everything had been so new to me over the past few weeks, I wondered if I was even ready. What if Mike decided that he didn't like me any more after a week or two? What if I pissed him off? I had all these thoughts running threw my head all of a sudden. My world felt like it was closing in all of a sudden. What if I told Mike I didn't want his collar and he kicked me out or didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore? I don't think I could survive without Mike. While I thought about this I looked up and saw a steady stream of smoke coming out of Mike's nose and mouth and the cigar doing circles in his jaw. "Mike, please don't kick me out." I blurted out then froze as I realized I had said it out loud. "What are you talking about boy?" Mike looked shocked. But he couldn't be as shocked as I was for saying that out loud. I just knelt there looking at him as I tried to figure out what to say. That's when I felt Mike's hands grab my shoulders and pull me up onto his lap. He pulled me up so we were eye to eye, then he took the cigar out of his mouth and before I could figure out what was going on, Mike kissed me deep and hard. He pulled every ounce of fear out of me, and in those few minutes that he kissed me, the world stopped coming down on me and everything felt right. I reached for the collar that had been sitting on the table between the bed and chair this whole time but Mike stopped me before I could pick it up. "It's not that easy boy. A collar is given to a boy in a ceremony, it's not like a fucking necklace that you put on and take off when you feel like it." Mike's voice was more serious and stern than before, but I didn't care. I wanted that feeling back, and I would do anything to get it. "Okay Sir, then when..." I started to ask but before I could finish Mike was kissing me again and I was lost in him yet again. I tasted his beer, his cigar, and him. I let me tongue explore his mouth as his tongue explored mine. I loved the way his tongue tickled mine. Mike broke the kiss and grabbed his cigar taking a deep draw off of it before putting it down and pulling my face back into his. Again we kissed, but this time instead of just tasting Mike's cigar, I got to inhale it deep straight out of Mike. If I wasn't intoxicated before, I was completely helpless now. Mike's hands ran down my back and on to my ass checks. When his hand got low enough, his fingers curled and my hole was once again completely in his control. As his fingers snaked into my hole his tongue was snaking into my throat. While I wasn't really being double fucked right now, that was sort of what I imagined. I mean I was so under Mike's control it felt like my body wasn't even mine. My arms were around Mike's neck now. I had to both hold myself up and I was instinctively trying to pull my hole up off the fingers that were digging into it and making me feel weak. But as I pulled myself up, it only forced Mike's tongue deeper into my mouth and before long I felt as if I were one with Mike. Mike pulled me off him and told me to strip. I started taking my clothes off and as I did Mike left the room. My mood sank as Mike disappeared out the door and down the hall, He didn't bother to close the door. But I didn't care. I got completely naked and stood in the middle of the floor right where Mike had left me. While standing there my mind started to race again and I started to wonder about everything that was taking place. The collar, the boys being used like toys, the humiliation of the one jock boy, and even the possibility that I had played with my father. Again the overwhelming feeling started and I knelt down on the floor under the pressure, my hands instinctively behind me. My head bowed looking at the floor. Then I realized this is what I had seen so many other boys doing. They were in this exact position. I just wondered if they were there for the same reason. Mike returned with a fresh cigar and bottle of beer. He sat in his chair again and just looked at me. I waited for him to make a move or motion before I moved from my spot on the floor. But he waited. He didn't do anything but kick back, and drink his beer and look at me. His cigar went back into his jaw and he started playing with it. He sat there looking at me and playing with his cigar. Every once in a while he would have to adjust his large cock that was growing very hard in his pants. I actually found this somewhat fun to watch. After all it's not every day get to see Mike squirm. Mike was finished with his beer and about half way done with his cigar when Bill came into the room. Bill walked up behind me and put his hand on my head and started messing my hair. "So the boy wants to be collared?" Bill asked Mike. "That's what he said," Mike replied adding "I'm just not sure he's ready for it." "Is any boy ready for his first collar?" Bill said sarcastically. "We will see I guess." Mike said as he got back up. "I will not see you again until tomorrow boy. Do what you're told and Bill will make sure your safe. Next time I see you boy you will be asked if you accept my collar. I suggest you think about it." Mike left the room and I wanted to follow him. I actually started to stand up and Bill's hand was still on my head and I couldn't. The next thing I remember feeling was someone grabbing my wrists from behind and cuffing them. Then my ankles were cuffed. It all happened so fast there was nothing for me to do. I opened my mouth to beg them to stop and I was immediately gagged. This was followed by a pillow case or something going over my head. I just kept remembering that I was ready to give myself to Mike. I would have done anything he asked. So why was this happening to me? "Stop struggling and it will be okay Adam." Bill said calmly. "You are going to be taken and prepared for the collaring ceremony tomorrow. I have to give it to Mike. He called it. He said you would accept his collar after dinner tonight and here you are." While Bill was talking I was in shock. I couldn't believe all this was happening and now I was wondering how much of it was planned by Mike. Did I really choose to be his? Was all this just being done for me? Oh God! "Now it's sleepy time boy." Bill said as something was sprayed on the pillow case about where my mouth was. The last thing I remembered was the feeling of being carried from the room. I don't even know where I was being carried to, like I could have stopped it. I apparently can't even tell when I'm being set up. Please god help me...