Date: Mon, 8 Aug 2005 13:13:00 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Collecting Things 06 The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom? "Collecting Things" 06 (M/M authoritarian bdsm) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Gnnnnnnnnnh-uuuuuuuuh!" "That's enough now, Michael." "No, Rex. Give me another one." "Michael, you don't have to prove anything to me, you know?" "I know." "So then why are you having me whip you?" "I dunno. Maybe I gotta prove something to myself." "Yourself, Michael? Prove what?" "I dunno. Maybe that I'm not such a tough guy." "Tough guy, huh? Seems to me that all I'm doing is treating you like any ordinary bottom boy. All afternoon I've been degrading you, Michael." "Or more like testing me?" "What do you mean by that, Michael?" "Dammit, Rex! Can't you see that only one of us be the alpha male here and that I love you too much to let you lower yourself to a demeaning position?" Rex threw the belt he used to whip Michael's back, on the floor and shifting his body around, came from behind his captive, tied to the tall bedposts. Lying back against the pillows, he lay his nude body on the covers, propping his head up, his pits showing off, as his hands caressed his head. "Demeaning position, is it Michael?" "Like I said, Rex, only one of us can assume the alpha male." "And so, you've elected yourself to fill that position, have you then?" "Well sure. First of all, you're so much younger than I am." "That's not all. C'mon now, Michael. What's the rest of it or do I have to torture it out of you?" The latter had been wishful thinking. In reality, Rex took a liking to whipping Michael's back, but some emotions caused him to hesitate each time he swung the belt. "There's something that I left out of the conversation with your father." "Oh? My father?" Rex questioned Michael, springing up from the bed, to his knees, kneeling right in front of the hairy body suspended in the rope bondage. "And what does my father have to do with all this?" "He put me on notice." "He fuckin' what?" Rex's face actually appeared reddened, as he now stood on the bed, utilizing Michael's shoulders to steady himself. His right hand covered the welt from the leather implement he used to whip Michael, as it crossed over the top of his shoulder. When touching it, Michael gasped. "Yeah, that's right." "When? When did he fuckin'? Oh fuck, wait til I get ahold of that piece of shit!" "Rex, I...." "No, I'm 'not' waiting!" Jumping from the bed, Rex heads for the table with his cell phone. Dialing, he listens for the pickup, scanning the floor, livid, with the information Michael filled him in with. He spots the belt. His mind races. "Hello father dear.... I don't give a damn that's it's two o'clock in the morning. I want you on the first plane home... Break up your holiday? Let me talk to mom... what do you mean she's not there?" The conversation went on, Rex's father telling him that as soon as his mother arrived in Paris, she served his dad with divorce papers, then flew on to Amsterdam to meet the new love interest in her life. "Of course I know it's your fault, that mom left you, dad. You don't have to tell me that, but I'm also pissed that you went and fired Michael without telling me!" All this time, Michael is standing, stripped to the buff, tied eagle-spread to the tall bedposts, in Rex's bedroom. Half into the conversation with his dad, Michael can't suppress his emotions, in favor of having Rex use that belt in his hand, on his back. Doing a quick reality check, he looks down. As if he can't feel it, he does spot his 9c at full staff, some goo oozing from the tip of his shaft. Sweat covers his body. When turning his head, to look upon Rex, in the heated conversation, the contorsion of his skin causes the fresh welts on his back to sting. Totally unlike he ever thought, in his wildest dreams, did he think he'd react in such a way of feeling pain, his sexual organs transcribing it to pleasure. Of course, the person holding the belt had much to do with these strange feelings. "I want you on a plane and home now, father.... What? I don't give a damn that you have a meeting in the morning. You own the company. Cancel it! Can't cancel, huh? You know I still have your collection on file, father? Maybe the Paris board would like a sampling of it? Damn right, you better head home and now!" Not hearing Rex hang up the phone, Michael knew the conversation ended, by hearing the phone slam against the wall. "Now, what am I going to do about you?" "Me, Rex?" "Yeah, you." All through his conversation to his dad, plus the brief conversation with his lover, Rex came to the conclusion that Michael was absolutely right. The facts presented themselves. One and the most important fact, they loved each other. Two, only one of them, according to their relationship boundaries, could be deemed the alpha male. Three, it didn't go unnoticed by Rex, the string of ooze coming from Michael's cock, dripping down towards the floor. "Huh?" "You've had this imformation for a long time, haven't you Michael?" "Um, well... gnnh-akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Michael screamed. Rex's fury struck his back, through the leather implement in his hand, traveling as if lightning touched the ground, from the sky. "Am I right, Michael?" Rex stood back, belt in his hand, it's talon to the side, readying for it's next strike. "I wanted to spare you any... gnnh-akkkkkkkkkkk! Ohhh fuck!" "So, this thing with your professor at college was all a line, huh Michael?" "No! I..... gnnh-akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" "Don't lie to me, Michael!" "Hold it! Hold it! I'm not lying. I swear, Rex!" The tables turned for Michael. At first the whipping had been to prove to himself that he would sacrifice himself for his lover. Now the whipping session became more along the lines of being outright torture. Rex's pent up anger suddenly took a leap. "Akkkkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkkk-nooooo-akkkkk-stooooop-akkkkkk-akkkkkkk!" Once dominant and dishing out the punishment to other men, Michael arched his back, hands curved around the bedposts that bound his wrists to them, taking on the wrath of his young lover. The wild piece of leather danced across his back, at times wrapping around the sides of his body, snapping at his chest or stomach. No matter how Michael protested, Rex flung the leather hide against Michael's back, marring it with red welts. "Fuckin' bastard!" Rex called out. In a delusionary state, Rex came to realize that it wasn't his father he whipped with the leather strap. "Oooh nooooo...noooooooo," Rex called out, getting the wakeup call. "Michael? Ohhh nooooo... Michael!" Dropping the leather strap, Rex held the sides of his face, realizing his error, trembling, as he looked upon Michael, sagging in his bondage. His knees propped up his body somewhat, but Rex viewed his wrists turning red, as Michael's hundred and ninety-five pounds caused his tortured body to sag, bearing his weight. Immediately, after his realization, Rex ran around to the front of Michael's body. "Oooooh, I'm soooo sorry, Michael!" Rex yelled, more compassionately than he's been all day. Lifting Michael's head, which had sunk to his chest, Rex pried for some signs of forgiveness. All he could get out of Michael were some signs of life that amounted to some moans and groans. Only a few words came from Michael's lips, "I hurt... help me.." Rex looked up and realized the pain Michael endured, in his bondage. At this point, he didn't think of untying. More of cutting loose. Finding a pair of scissors, he gnawed through the rope of one of Michael's bound wrists. His body lopped to one side, with the reality of his now one wrist supporting the total weight of his body. Rex wasn't without an adrenaline rush of his own. In panic, from the squeal of constant pain from Michael, he threw the scissors to the floor. Now he was in a predicament. His arm around Michael's back, hooked under his armpit, supported his lover. The only means of unbinding Michael's arm, was untying the knot in the rope. He couldn't let go of Michael, to retrieve the scissors. "Oh fuck it!" Rex cried out. Like a karate expert, standing on the bed, he drew his knee back and threw the sole of his foot towards the bedpost. It didn't remedy the situation immediately. Rex wasn't sure that the crack he heard had been the bedpost or his foot. Pangs of pain made him wince and as he lost his balance, both bodies caved in, towards the middle of the bed. Michael's weight had caused a shift in the bedpost, snapping the piece of the top, where the roped wrist came into contact. "Oooomphfff!" Rex cried out. Michael's body slammed against the eighteen year old's hundred and sixty-five pound, six foot one frame, knocking the wind out of him. Moans and groans now filled the room. Rex received one more body slam, when Michael tried picking himself up, off of the slimmer teen. Both didn't want to move now, as Michael lay chest to chest with his lover. "Michael, can you hear me?" Rex tried speaking in a soft voice, born of fatigue, rather than compassionate love making. "Gnnnnh... yea....aaaah..." His voice whined. Pawing his way through the sweaty, dark mane, Rex tried to soothe, comfort his thirty-four year old lover. "I... I was... angry... I shouldn't have..." "Shhhh..." Michael replied. More like he should be feeling his body pummeled, his ideas crumbled, as he felt Michael using his last ounces of enery, to move his still roped hand, dragging a few inches of bedpost wood, to the side of his head. Michael used his last reserves to turn Rex's head, lining up his lips and then gently kissing them. Words weren't needed now, even though Rex wished to continue his lament of 'sorries'. Instead the two kissed, until Michael passed out. Pinned down, after their tongues wrestled, Rex, devoid of energy himself, resigned to following suit and closing his eyes. % "What tha?" Eighteen year old Philip Sardi called out. On the verge of protesting, Phil's senses overloaded with the sweaty aroma of Ben's hairy chest, almost blocking his nostrils. He lifted his arms, realizing they weren't circling Steve's body, but, instead, the twenty year old's thirty-six inch waist. His tongue, licking the salty haired chest, a few inches from a hidden nub, gave Phil a feeling of wanting. He let his hands flop back down. "Gnnnnnnh..oooooh.." Ben groaned. As he began to come alive to the morning, Ben groaned from Phil's hands touching his several hours old welts. "Oh sorry," Phil replied, still embedded under half of Ben's chest. It had actually been Phil, his placement lower in the bed, not Ben's body that lay too high, on the mattress. In fact, Ben's head lay dead center in the pillow's nest. Fidgeting, Phil wrestled his way out from under the hairy chest and torso. Taking a breath, he sat there, propped up on his hands. "Steve?" Phil questioned, looking to his right. There, nestled in each other's arms, lay Steve Blake, his thought-to-be lover and John Cummings, Ben's cousin. "So much for love!" Phil commented to himself, since he had been the only one coherent enough to listen! Taking their entwined bodies as a sign of tight affection, Phil turned his attention back to Ben. The attraction he had yesterday with Steve, seemed to amount to 'puppy love'. As he watched Ben's face, his back, ass, legs, arms, Phil sensed he'd much rather have the beefy man. He's already tasted the hairy chest and now wanted more. However, something began to override those feelings. One of his 'propping' arms changed position and his right hand began rubbing at his crotch. Having crossover feelings with Steve, he now sensed the 'alpha' feeling more so, seeing the man, two years older than himself, just lying there, his mouth partially open, as he snored. Before long, Phil payed more attention to his cock getting aroused, than Ben's physique. "Oh man... gotta have you Ben!" Phil finally admitted to himself. Getting up, he slid over, picking up Ben's sleeping head. He shimmied around, getting his butt situated on the pillow. "Huuuuuh?" Ben said, half awake, as he picked up his head under his own recognisance. "Need to be sucked." "Oh yeah," Ben replied, still moody, his eyes half opened. Automatically his mouth opened wide and Phil stuffed his 8c in. "Ooooooh yeah," He sighed, again propping his body up with his arms, hands forced into the bed. At this point, Ben became more alert, feeling the forced cock at his throat opening. He choked a bit, then slowly made his way to his knees. Without his mouth leaving the engouraged shaft, he took Phil for a ride, dragging his thighs with him, as he put him in a flat, outright position. "Hell yeah!" Phil called out, as his body slid down the bed. With renewed spirit, Ben got his tongue busy, pleauring Phil. "Didn't know you to be quite the hot cocksucker, Ben?" Ben broke off his pleasuring long enough to convey, "That ain't all I'm good for!" Smiling, he went back to the crotch pleasuring. Laying his puckered lips lengthwise against the hard shaft, he used his own saliva to run them back and forth, giving a hot massage. "Ooooooooooooooooh fuck yeah!" Phil yelled out, almost digging his nails into Ben's shoulders. The pleasure of the slight pain of the digging nails, drove Ben on more so. While lightly stroking Phil's shaft, he took his balls, lifting them high. His head dove in underneath, his tongue wetting down the lightly haired region between Phil's balls and his ass. It's all Ben needed, was Phil's sighs and direction, "Eat me," to press the eighteen year old's thighs up high, almost bending him in half, to get his tongue buried in the teen's asscrack. His tongue dove for the tight hole, sticking in as far as he could go. As nature took it's turn, a commotion took place in the bed, next to them. "Phil?" Phil, too wrapped up in getting his ass deep-rimmed, responded more like a dominant master, than wanting to talk about the budding romance of yesterday, now seemingly dead. "Oooh yeah... Steve, get on my cock!" Half taken aback, but wanting to enjoy suckling on the 8c staring at him, Steve moved over towards Phil, as he turned on his side. Now Phil enjoyed the mid morning pleasuring, his cock getting suck-satisfied, as Ben continued coddling his ass muscle. "Heeey. What about me?" The nineteen year old said, breaking out of his disturbed slumber. "Here, there's plenty for two," Steve says, hopping over Phil's body, so that John can get to Phil's balls. Ben then senses some hanging meat near him, so begins stroking Steve's 7.5c. Low guttural tones begin to affect the downed cock, causing Phil some cum pains. "Oooooh I gotta fuck!" He sits up, causing the three around him to all sit up with him. "Of course, you'll be fucking me," Ben says. "Hey, what about us?" Steve points out, reliving memories of yesterday. John adds, "What about us?" Knowing he's not even in, for the vie of getting fucked, uses his power to deflect Phil's thoughts from fucking Steve's ass. "Sorry," is all Phil says, then rendering, "On your back, Ben." "I'll fuck you, if you want, Steve." "You'll fuck me, John? But I thought..." "Depends on the guy, but I can swing the other way, for the right guy." "You? You mean you could top me all along and didn't mention it, John?" "Well, to tell you the truth, Steve. I only like my navel pleasured a lot. Other than that I could..." breaking his explanation, John presents something to Steve's liking, "I could top you Steve, if you wanted." "Wanted, John? Of course I want you. I've wanted you since last night! Oops!" Steve looks over to Phil, after divulging the hidden fact. However, Phil is too lost, his cock plowed to the hilt, up Ben's ass. "One thing I'm not going to allow, Steve." "Oh and what's that, John?" "Your ass belongs to only one man!" "Oh yeah. Get dominant on me, John!" With only a year's difference in age separating them, Steve felt mighty compelled to please the landscaping jock, going after his semi-soft cock, lodged in his lap. It wasn't long before Phil and John played the high stakes on who would pump their seed into ass, first! % "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkk-ooooooooh-ooooooooooh!" "Will ya lie still, for crying out loud, Michael." "What are you doing, Rex?" "Trying to undo some of the damage I've done to your back here." "Oooooooh... that feels better." "I knew it would, once you got beyond the shock of it going on." "What is it?" "I dunno. Some stuff I found in the medicine cabinet." "What's it called?" The mischief building in Rex's soul, he replied, "Um, let me spell it, since it's hard to pronounce." "Oh, one of those triglixarixium things." "Let's see now... B...E...N...G...A....Y..." Rex waited for it to register with Michael. "Bengay? You fuckin' crazy?" "Whooooooooooa!" Rex yelled out as he almost bounded off the bottom of the bed, when Michael jumped up, like doing a pushup. "I gotta shower this stuff off, quick!" "Michael, I was joking!" "You.... you mean it's not... give me that stuff." Michael reads the label out loud, "Triple bacterial ointment with neosporin... you idiot!" "I'll say so. I think you broke my ass, Michael!" "Ooooh, are you alright?, Rex?" "Yeah. Hey?" "What?" "How come you're not ready to punch my lights out?" "For what Rex?" "For what you say? Has the pain in your back worn off yet?" "No. Stings like hell, why?" "Why, Michael? Did you forget that a few hours ago I whipped your back like hell and you begged me to stop?" "Yeah. Thanks." "Thanks? Are you running a temperature or something, Michael?" "I don't think so. Why?" "You... you think I whipped you to like.... like take you down a peg or two, Michael?" "No. I thought you whipped me because you had been mad at your father." "I was." "So?" "So, doesn't it mean something different to you, that I wasn't lacerating your back to kill the alpha male in you?" "Nope. I knew you, pardon the pun, but 'lashed out' because of your conversation with your father, but all I could think of is 'the master', you, behind me, with that belt. Oh man, I think you almost made me shoot my load, Rex." "Michael?" "Yeah, Rex?" "You're sick!" "I know I am," Michael responded. Michael's smiling face, closing in on Rex, caused his alpha male to slightly grin. When Rex wrapped his arms around Michael, that's something that took away the grin. "Owwwch! Ohhhhhh... oooooh!" Michael sighed. "C'mon. On the bed." "Yeah. Okay. It was feeling real good until you mentioned the 'B' word." "If I get hard enough, I might mention the 'F' word." "Yeah, do it, Rex." "Don't tell me that you're craving like cock up your ass, Michael?" "Um, yeah, but not just any ole cock. Only your's Rex." "Yeah, okay, Michael." Michael lay down on the bed, on his belly. "Feels good not to be dragging the bedpost around, roped to my arm." "Yeah, surprised that I didn't break my foot on that." "I can't recall you taking karate lessons, Rex. Did I miss that somewhere's?" "No. You missed taking me to all those karate movies!" "At least your father did something with you when you were...." "My father!" "Akkkkkkk...oooooh...ooooooh!" Michael cried out when Rex slapped his back. "Sorry Michael." "Rex, you're not angry with your father, are you?" "Angry, Michael? Angry is not the word. How could he go and fire you, after all you've done for me?" "Maybe he had no choice. Maybe he had to cut costs." "Cut costs? I'll show him how to cut costs. That's the last flight he's taking to Europe!" "You can't mean that, Rex. I mean, going to Europe is part of his business." "Hmmm..." Michael turns slightly over. "That devious brain at work again?" "He wouldn't have to go to Europe, if he had somebody to run the business for him." "Rex, the business is your father's life!" "Don't you think the years have proved that, Michael?" "Well, I guess." "You said it yourself, Michael that my father 'paid' you to be there for me, at games, parties, graduation, in fact I'm surprised you didn't accompany me to the prom!" "I bugged the car." "You what?" Rex yelled out, narrowly holding his hand above Michael's welted back. Michael sensed it coming, burying his head in the pillow. Shortly, he tossed it aside. "Kidding, okay?" "You better be. Where was I?" "Your father and his work." "Oh yeah. Who can we get to run the business, Michael?" "I dunno." "You know some of my father's business associates. Name a few." "Well, there's Maurice Perry." "I don't like the name. Whom else?" Michael smiles, then replies, "Larry Turnbuckle." "Ugh. Doesn't phase me. Keep going." "There's two board members who've been with the company for ages and ages." "Old fogeys, no thanks. Aren't there any young guys?" "None under fifty, that I can remember." "Hmm... you know where father's business is, don't you Michael?" "Sure. Been there a few times." "Let's get dressed." "Why? What are you up to Rex?" "Take a self-guided tour?" "For what reason?" "I dunno. She who we've got working for us." "Us, Rex?" "Sure. After my father signs his business over to us, don't you think we should know who's working for us?" "Rex, you're out of your gourd. First of all, your father wouldn't, under any circumstance, do such a crazy thing as sign his business over to you or me." "How much you want to bet that it would take me approximately five minutes?" "No way. How could you accomplish that?" "Oh, by seating him in front of my computer monitor and letting him see 'the Dad Collection'." "You... would.... bribe him?" "Sure. How do you think I'm getting him to fly home from France? In fact, his plane should be on the ground shortly." "One question." "Go ahead, Michael." "Then what is your father going to do, not having the business to run?" "Oh, maybe I'll do him a favor and fix him up with a gay master." Michael got up and sat on the bed. "Now I know you've really gone loco, Rex. It's your father we're talking about. The man who helped bring you into the world." "Right and eighteen years ago is where he stopped." "Oh now. I'm sure there's more to that than on the surface, Rex." "Oh? You tell me then, Michael." "What?" "When do you recall my father doing some kind of activity with me?" "Hmm... well..." As tough as the quesiton could be, Michael searched his memory banks and turned up nil." "I'm sure if I thought about it, I could come up with one." "One, Michael? Even if you came up with two, it wouldn't count piddleysquat!" "Okay. Forget that part. Why are you saying getting your father with a gay master?" "Don't they exist?" "Well, where did you get the idea in the first place? Not those slave stories you read on the internet, Rex?" "Yeah and some of them are really cool. Man, if we could find the perfect master for my father..." "Rex, get real?" "Why, Michael? You don't think they exist?" "What are we going to do Rex? Take out an ad in the business section of the NYTimes?" "How much would it cost us?" "Oh man, wouldn't that be something, Michael." "Rex, I was being sarcastic, okay?" "Maybe, but I think it would be fun." "It would 'not' be fun, Rex. You could get in a lot of trouble." "C'mon, let's go design an ad, Michael." "I am not being an accomplice to putting an ad for a slavedriver, in the NYTimes, Rex!" "Nah, I didn't mean in something as fancy as that. But, how about a gay chat room? I mean, I've got dozens of pictures of pictures in my father's collection, sucking cock and kneeling in slave position." "Sucking cock? And who's cock would he be sucking, Rex?" "You think mine, Michael?" "Yeeah." "Nah. I found some college jock on the internet that wanted to make some quick tuition money." "And how come I didn't know this was going on?" "Remember the two weeks you took off, to go to Italy to bring Philip to the US?" "Nooooooo, you didn't?" "Yeah. Okay, I give father two points. He took two weeks off to stay with me while you were overseas, Michael." "Why didn't you take the opportunity to do something, like go to a ball game or the zoo?" "Michael, the fuckin' bastard spent the first two days glued to his chair in his office!" "Oh? And how and when did this other stuff take place?" "Hee heee," Rex broke out of his fleeting moments of disparity. "Well?" "Okay Michael, here's how it went. I promised the jock a hundred bucks an hour." "A hundred bucks, Rex? I don't even get that much!" "You want to hear the story, Michael or negotiate wages?" "Keep going." As Rex unraveled the tale of paying a college guy to seduce his father, get him into bed and then walk in, catching him redhanded, then filming the whole weekend, taking hundreds or even a thousand pics of his father, with this nineteen year old, in bed, Michael lay there, on his belly, trying to picture in his mind that details. "You're going to love this one. Got a whole series of my father parting Jim's ass, his tongue licking at his asshair, then slowly rimming him, then tongue fucking his chute." "It's making me hard." "Let me see." Michael does a half pushup. Sure enough, his cock digs into the mattress. "So you do." "Told you. So, did you get pics of the jock fucking him or?" "He had a nine inch nail buried deep in my father's ass." "Oh shit, no... oh fuck, that's gotta hurt!" "Not as much as when Jim lubed it up, down his throat!" "Could your father talk afterwards?" "Raspy, but yes." "Did they get into any S&M?" "Some. Got some sweet pics of when Jim tied him to the bed and whipped his ass and another of my father, standing, his hands behind his head, legs spread and Jim whipping his balls." "You're merciless, Rex." "Hey, I didn't lay a finger on him. Jim did the whole scene." "Like you didn't get any pleasure out of snapping the pics?" "Yeah, it was hot alright. Hey!" Rex snapped his fingers, "I wonder if Jim is still around?" "Rex, that was four years ago." "Yeah, you're right. Jim was a graduate student then.... hey, wait a minute." "What?" "Jim majored in business. I wonder if..." "Rex, you're taking this too far. Come on now." "Actually I'm a little disturbed by you, Michael." "Me, Rex? How's that go?" "Here I am, your lover, partner and 'alpha male' and you're going against me?" "I'm 'not' going against you, Rex." "Then what do you call it when you don't stand by the man you love?" "I don't believe you're being so difficult, Rex." "I'm not, Michael. I'm trying to make things better for us." "By tearing your father down to a common slave?" "Okay. Do I have to prove it to you, Michael?" "Prove what, Rex?" "C'mon. Let me show you something." Michael winces, as he rises up from the bed, following Rex over to the computer table. He fires up the hard drive, letting it cook for a minute, then points the mouse at a series of files. "What's this?" "A very special part of my 'Father Collection'." "A video?" "Sure. It's much easier to snap digital pics, but once in awhile it's fun to shoot some video footage." "All I see is Jim forcing his cock up your father's ass." "Oh, forgot to turn on the sound!" Rex turns on the speaker. Right away Michael picks up on the lingo. "Ooooh yeah. Fuck me Master Jim." "Yeaaaah. Take Master Jim's fucktool up that ass. You want it, right boy?" "Yes, sir." Rex clicks the file off. "Wait! What'd you do that for, Rex?" "Didn't want to get the floor wet!" Rex replies, looking down at Michael's hard erection he's rubbing. "Oh. Look what happened!" Michael replies, smiling. Michael groans, as Rex reaches down, slaps his hand away and takes his cock in his hand. He's doubly taken aback, as Rex sinks to his knees. "What tha fuck you doing Rex? Noooo... noooo..." Turning, he points his cock away from Rex's face. "You're 'not' going to suck me, Rex." "I'll do what I want with you, Michael." "Do anything else you want, but your not going to suck me off and that's that!" "Oh? Are you assuming the alpha male role now, Michael?" "No, I'm not, but an alpha male doesn't suck his lover's cock!" "I think I should be the judge of that, Michael, not you!" It seemed like a stalemate, as the two stood there. Then slowly, Michael began to melt. "You're right. Where's that belt?" "Belt, Michael?" "Yeah. Youv'e gotta punish me now." "I'm 'not' going to punish you, Michael." "But you have to, Rex." "Michael, I'm not going to punish you and that's that!" "Then you're not an alpha male, Rex." 'Oooh, how do I get myself into these things?' Rex says to the ceiling, then turns to Michael, "Would it make you happy if I punished you, Michael?" "It would even things out." "But you wouldn't be happier?" "It would make things right." "Make things right," Rex repeats. "Like whipping your already lacerated back is going to make things right?" "Well, you could whip my ass!" "No way. I want your ass in top fucking condition for tonight, Michael." "Oh. Well then how about..." Michael looks down the front of his body, then suggests, "my chest?" Rex can see no end to this, until he fulfills Michael's desires. "Alright. Where's the belt." "Um... ah, oh, there it is." "So, you want it on the chest, huh?" "I don't want it at all, actually." "Michael, you're going to drive me insane." "It's not that I want pain at all, it's the principal of the matter that's at stake here, Rex. Your the alpha male and I'm your submissive and since I..." "Yeah.. yeah... I get it Michael. How do you want it?" "How do 'I' want it? It's not for me to say, Rex." Rolling his eyes, Rex decides that Michael should be subdued in some way. Since the bedpost is broken, he chooses to tie Michael's arms outstretched, to the top of the bed, three pillows bunched up behind his back, so that his chest stands out. "Man you've got such a hot chest, Michael. Hate to welt it all up!" Michael gulps, but has already opened his mouth too much. Then he looks Rex over and sees his swelled cock. "Oh yeah, Rex? I think your cock is betraying you!" It actually tickled Michael, to see the look on Rex's face, as he stood there, taking his hard 8.5c in his hand and holding it's full, inflated weight. He laughed hardly, when out of the tip of Rex's thick cock, came a bead of precum. "Yeah, you wouldn't be laughing in a minute, Michael!" The laughing dissipated, til Michael grinned. Rex got one last idea, to humiliate Michael. Getting on his knees, he knelt on the bed. "What are you doing, Rex?" "Showing you who the 'alpha male' is here, Michael." "What are you going to do?" Rex bowed over Michael's crotch. As Rex bent his head down, he grinned wholeheartedly in his lover's face, giggling. Quickly, he dove down, licked Michael's cockhead and bobbed his head back up. "You fuck!" Michael called out, now rather perturbed over his actions. "Oh? Hee heeee... how about this, then?" Rex brushed the hair away from each of Michael's nips and kissed them. "Rex, you... you... why did you do that?" "Why, Michael?" He said, backing off the bed. "I kissed the places where you're going to be hurting the most for the next few days." "Then you're still going to punish me?" "You bet your sweet nips!" If a spectator walked in just now, they wouldn't be able to make heads, nor tales of what corresponded between two, resulting in the ensuing moments. "How about the dice?" Michael made his last suggestion. "Yeah!" Rex called out. Rifling through his desk draw, he retrieved the two red dice, with the white spots. "Call it, Michael!" For the both of them, their adrenaline raced, as well as their cocks standing at full attention. "Ten times what's shown on the dice." "Ten? You know what your asking, Michael?" "Yeah and that goes for each nip!" "You're fuckin' crazy, Michael!" "Do it, Rex. Throw the dice!" The dice came to rest on Michael's hairy stomach, a one resting against the embedded trail. The other one rolled down the side of his stomach, to a place on the bed where his bound bod kept him from viewing. Rex picked up the dice, holding it upright and carefully kept it from losing it's facing. "Get ready for a very painful whipping, Michael." Michael gulped. All sweaty, he tried viewing the dice, which Rex held high enough to be hidden from his sight. "Wha....what's it say?" Michael dreaded, gulping once more. "Snake eyes!" Rex said, laughing out loud. "Whew!" "But I think I'm going to alter the punishment." "You can't do that, Rex! We set it all ready." "Oh, I think you're going to rather like this, Michael." Rex loosened the ropes attached to the bed. Taking hold of Michael's feet, he dragged his body down the sheets. His arms followed, but still stretched outwards. "Yeah, that's perfect." "What are you going to do, Rex?" "Wouldn't you like to know?" "I do." "You'll find out soon enough, my captive slave!" For whatever reason, Michael, on the verge of receiving twenty lashes of the belt on each of his nips, as punishment for rejecting his lover as the 'alpha male', felt a tingling sensation in his cock. He then chocked it up to that feeling called, love. After Rex finished retying Michael's arms to the top of the bed, he reached in the bedtable drawer, taking out a tube of KY. "Oooooooooh noooooo, you're not!" Rex shot a smile back in Michael's direction, shining his brighty-whiteys. "Surprise, surprise!" With his palm extended, he pressed the tube of KY, then buttered up his already fully hardened 8.5c. Michael sighed when his finger lubed up his inner and outer rim. Picking up his Michael's legs, he placed the hairy limbs on his shoulders. Next, he worked his hard shaft in between Michael's legs. His hand pointed his cock right at the once dime-sized hole, now a wee bit bigger. Michael held tight for the ride of a lifetime. "Oh shit!" Rex called out, almost ready to force his shaft in. Jumping from the bed, he picked the leather strap up off the floor. As he repeated the process, he saw the sweatbeads forming all over Michael's bod, dripping down his face. "Time for punishment to be served, my love!" % I hope he buttered him up with low carb KY! continued......... Copyright 2005 T. Chase McPhee All Rights Reserved. www.assgm.net www.nifty.org Permission is NOT granted to publish this story to any PAY site, nor any site that is not listed above, without the author's prior consent.