Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2003 21:11:29 -0700 From: Bert Carley Subject: Danny Boy - Part 4 The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't read the story. In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms. In the real world, everyone should practice safe sex. I look forward to hearing from readers. Please send your comments and suggestions to bertcarley@goldrush.com Danny Boy - Part 4 Blake and I finished our breakfast that eventful morning. He was a big eater, finished his portion. He then finished off everything on my plate I had left behind. "Blake, you want me to cook you some more eggs, more toast?" "No babe, I just hate to see good food go to waist. Where I grew up you ate everything on your plate. We never knew where or when the next meal was coming from. Great meal Danny!" I rose from my chair; stood behind his and put my nose to his neck inhaled his scent then nibbled on his ear. I was having a head rush now. My tongue gained a mind of its' own and started to lick the salt off his neck and shoulder; then the hands joined in the delight, circled over his muscular biceps and continued down over his hairy arms. I spread over his back, my wings spread wide as a mother bird protecting her nest, my chin resting on his shoulder. I took another deep breath of him and just swooned in his masculinity. "Oh Blake, just make love to me again. I'm so fucking turned on to you, I'm trembling inside; just listen to my heart; it's beating like a tom-tom!" He pushed his chair away from the table, swung it around, spread his legs, and pointed his flaccid dick at me, still seated. "You be wantin' some more of this Black Dick; well ain't that why I'm here baby! You horny rich white pussy boys sure do like us Niger Boys. Get down on your knees girl and suck on Thunder, maybe he give you some more Niger Juice if you be real rough with him! He be kind of tired right now girl after what you did to him last night. Do your tongue thing and wakes him up, show him how much you loves him hot lips." I dropped to my knees between his spread legs, lifted Thunder up, grabbed the long foreskin with fingers from both hands and stretched it out full. It extended a full inch from his cock head. My tongue entered the dark orifice reaching for Thunder's Head. Oh it tasted so good - essence of everything that was deposited from last nights activities all in one place. I licked, sucked and twirled my tongue savoring the deposits. Thunder began to show signs of life, expanding, lengthening and pushing against my tongue with his huge one-eyed monster head. "Oh baby, dat's feelin' mighty good! Suck it girl!" He grabbed me by the ears and took control of my actions. "Fuck yes baby, dat's real fine. Chew and bite it girl, but keep sucking. Oh fuck yes." He slid way down almost off the chair, legs fully extended, stiffened, held my head stationary and shot a wad over my tongue and down my throat. "Fuck baby, FANTASTIC blow job!" He remained hard, rose from his chair, grabbed me under my armpits and helped me to my feet. He led me to the kitchen-island, lifted me sitting up on the edge of the counter, dipped his fingers into the butter, and greased me up. He grabbed my arms and put them around his neck. "You be getting it now baby! Hold on tight girl, your going on a pony ride!" He pulled me forward and I slipped down over Thunder, wrapping my legs around his waist. I have always liked a guy that was strong enough to carry my weight in this position and still give me a good pony ride. He handled me as though I was light as a baby, his hands supporting me under the cheeks of my ass. He moved over to the pantry door, pressed my back up against the smooth surface and began slowly lifting and lowering me over Thunder. My cock and balls were rubbing on his abs, oozing pre-cum with every revolution. As he gained momentum, he crouched a bit and pumped my ass to the fullest, my back pushing against the pantry door making it bang with each thrust. I was riding a Brahma Bull, having to hold on for dear life to stay mounted, only my arms, hands, my back and Thunder supporting me on this marathon ride. "Oh Blake, this is delightful; fuck me big guy! Oh fuck yes, I'm so damn hot inside!" Enjoying a man like this is more than just a natural sexual experience; it's - it's supernatural. Not only was he fucking me silly, his tongue was trying to work on my nipples sending nipple play pleasure through me as well. My ass muscles milked and kneaded Thunder. He obviously was getting close to exploding, as he was really pounding into my shit chute. Suddenly he stopped and shouted. "Work those muscles girl, I'm goin'a explode, SQUEEZE THUNDER GIRL!" He shot load after load into me again. It felt like a warm douche as skeet filled my bottom. Thunder pulsated with a heartbeat, sending my organism up over his six-pack and chest. I just clung to him in total submission. I didn't want to let go as he placed me back on the island countertop. He pulled a paper towel, shoved it up between my ass cheeks. "One hot pussy you got there girl! I can see what we be doing all weekend if'n you let me stay. "What times you be working today Danny?" "Three to midnight, hour off at seven for dinner. Love to have you spend the weekend Blake! I'll give you a passkey and you can come and go as you want while I'm at work; maybe join me at seven for dinner. I usually jot over to KFC or Jack In The Box, as the hour goes real fast, but we could go to Perko's or Denny's, they are pretty close, if you bring the bike. I have every other weekend off; however, this is my weekend to work. That work for you Big Guy?" "I been hoping you'd ask me to stay the weekend with you Danny. Living with Sam and his old lady is getting to be a real hassle; this gives me a break from listen'en to them fight for a couple of nights. I do have some laundry I need to deal with. There a Laundromat near here girl?" "There is a washer and dryer in the utility room through that door off the kitchen. You could go over to Oakland, pick up your dirty stuff, bring it back here and get that done while you relax. I'm going to clean up, take a shower, and then maybe we could jump in the Jacuzzi for awhile and relax. Want to join me?" "Oh good, I really need a shower girl! I'd like to help you with the other so I can play with that fine ass of yours again." Blake assisted purging me again, we took a quick shower together, then we went outside and jumped into the warm water of the Jacuzzi for about 20 minutes with the jets pulsating at maximum over our backs, neck and limbs. The Jacuzzi always makes me feel like having a nap. We dried and crawled into bed for a late morning nap. Blake cuddled up behind me and rested his manhood against my buns. We both dropped off to sleep instantly. When I awoke it was going ton to one. I was in the bathroom dressing for work when Blake came in, wrapped his arms around me and gave me one of his wet kisses. Those lips of his were just about as sensual as a girl could stand without creaming her shorts. I gave him the extra passkey and headed out the door for work. "There is plenty of stuff for lunch in the refrigerator. Help yourself!" "See you at seven girl! Don't you be makin' no goo-goo eyes at no other guys, hear!" I just chuckled at his comment and headed for work. As I walked, I thought of his comment. Could he really be serious, telling me not to check out the hot guys that come into the bar on weekends? I like Blake; he is terrific in bed, but is he going to turn out to be trouble - the horrible word possessive immediately came to mind. I certainly hope not - been there and done that! Hell, if I wanted a full time dude running my life for me, I'd probably be with Eddie and Michael. I am not ready to settle down to just one, or even two, men yet. Life is too short for that lifestyle! There is just too much hot dick in and around San Francisco to let some guy rope me, hog-tie me up right now. I was having fun, and hobbled by some guy was not in my plans for myself yet - No Way! Saturday nights at 'The Tool Box' were always wild and crazy! It was a melting pot for every want-to-be macho guy in the area, some real men, others just queens in leather acting macho but ultimately looking for a real man. Watching the crowd was a blast; taking some of their shit was testy at times. I soon learned how to work the crowd. When we had a guy that got way out of line, we had two bouncers that took care of them pronto. Either they were bounced out the side door into the alley or out the front door, which ever was closest. Blake showed up a little before seven, my dinner hour! Decked out in his leathers, he was breathtaking. He looked like 'King of the Mountain.' He had on Wranglers, a pair of black chaps, a tight white tee shirt, his leather jacket, a leather jacket, gauntlets, arms bands and big shinny leather boots. I just stood and admired him for a few moments, then joined him with a big hug. I asked him what the weather was outside and he said the fog was rolling in and it was getting nippy. I led him to the employee's lockers and put on my big bulky wool pull over sweater and my leather jacket. If you are not familiar with summers in San Francisco, believe me, Mark Twain was correct when he said, "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." Yes, when the fog rolls in off the Pacific Ocean at night, it indeed does get cold. It is the kind of cold that makes you cold clear to the bones, especially if there is a slight breeze pushing it through the Mission District where the bar is located. "Did you bring the bike Blake?" He nodded yea! "Well let's go to Lyon's or Perko's, inside where we can sit down and be comfortable to eat tonight. I need to sit down for awhile, the crowd has been heavy ever since I went on at 3pm. I haven't even been able to take a break all afternoon. Must be a full moon again, everyone is crazy! Eddie told me I could take an extra half-hour for dinner and he would cover for me if things got too much for the other two bartenders. Let's get the hell out of here for awhile, I need to unwind a bit!" Even Lyon's Restaurant was busy, but we sat in a booth and after I got some food in my stomach, I began to feel better. I scooted around in the end booth so I could touch Blake with my boot toe. He put his leg out so I could rub up and down over his calf. He kept grabbing my ass when no one could see and got me all excited. I just moved around, grabbed his dick and gave it some nice squeezes until he too was sporting a boner. I wanted to put my head on his shoulder and just melt into him, but I thought we might be asked to leave, so cooled that action. When we returned to the bar, the place was packed. During the course of the evening three guys exposed themselves to me wanting to take me home. Blake stepped up and let them know in no-uncertain words; I was taken for the evening. Two just put there cocks away and returned into the crowd. The third guy told Blake to fuck off. That was the wrong thing to say to Blake. Blake grabbed his balls and squeezed them until the guy folded. When he released him he put it away too and returned to the crowd. Any one of the three would have been excellent for a night of man sex. However, I had promised Blake he could stay the weekend. "Hey Blake, you can't be doing that with our customers. All they are doing is responding to my notice on the bulletin board. I can handle it big guy." "Yea babe, that notice is history. Your ass is mine Danny and I don't want no one else messing with it from now on!" He walked over, ripped my notice off the wall, and brought it back to me. "Don't put this up no more baby! I knew this wasn't the time or the place to get into any kind of argument with him; so, I said. "We will discuss it when we get home Blake, just cool it OK!" Everything went fine at the bar after that, except Blake was pretty shit faced when he switched to hard liquor from his usual beer. I took both Eddie and Michael aside before I got off at midnight and clued them in on what had transpired. Eddie said I should talk Blake into staying over in their spare bedroom upstairs with me tonight rather than going to my place with him alone. I told him it was probably just the liquor he was drinking that brought out this action from him. I would be just fine once I had a talk with him and let him know he didn't own me in the morning. Up until this incident, he was a perfect gentleman with me. Eddie wasn't quite as sure as I, but I finally convinced him I would be all right and rode home with Blake to my place. The minute we got inside my condominium he turned on me. "Why you swinging that pretty ass of yours at every guy in the bar tonight. I see what you do! Get your sweet ass over here and tell me I'm your man bitch. Come on girl, I want to hear it!" "Hey, just because I like your dick and told you that you could stay the weekend doesn't make me your property. Now back off and don't be an asshole and get possessive with me. I'm free, white and over 21, so just chill and enjoy some sex with me this weekend and be nice." "Hey bitch, I already moved my stuff in here and I ain't going no where except up that hot ass of yours any time I want; so deal with it girl! Your ass is mine!" I just glared at him, my face turned red and he grabbed me and glared down into my eyes. "I'm still waiting to hear you tell me I'm your man bitch. Well, let's hear it girl!" "Fuck you Blake." I turned and headed to the telephone on the kitchen wall and dialed the bar number. Blake grabbed the telephone from me, put it back on the hook, dragged me by the long hair and literally threw me on the sofa. He loosened my pants and pulled them down over my ankles, sat and laid me over his knees. He proceeded to spank me with his big hand, striking me with just about everything he had. He was pissed. After he had my ass red hot, he leaned over and kissed the marks, taking notice that I had a big hard-on. "See how much you like me girl!" He tugged on my hard-on a few times. "Now tell me I'm your man bitch like a good girl!" He brought my face up to his and kissed me, but I bit him on the lips. This really pissed him off! He gave me a swift backhand across the face. "You fuckin' bitch. He pulled his dick out of his Wranglers, pushed me down between his legs and shoved it down my throat. He held it lodged in my throat until I was about to pass out, then let it back far enough so I could breathe. I gasp for air, then he buried it down the throat repeatedly until he climaxed. My throat was raw when he finally shot his skeet. He lifted me by my hair and said, "You ready to tell me I'm your man now girl?" I still didn't respond with the words he wanted to hear me say, so he shoved his still hard cock down my windpipe again until I blacked out. When I awoke he had me completely nude and was dragging me along the carpet by the heels. This was putting carpet burns all over my back and sore ass that he had already spanked to red-hot. He was completely nude himself; so, I realized I had been out for a spell. He had one of his dirty socks stuffed in my mouth, layers of saran wrap from the kitchen binding my wrists together behind my neck. He had a strip also running from my wrists down under my chin and back up to the wrists again to keep me from lifting my hand back up over my head. When he could see that I was awake again he lifted me over the back of the sofa face down, so my ass sticking up. He went to the bedroom and retrieved the KY. He spread my ass cheeks and ate my snatch until I was moaning, then lubed up his fingers and started to kneed and spread me open. He lubed up his dick and slipped his meat to me. He fucked me like a wild stallion would fuck a mare in heat. He could tell I liked this action, as my ass muscles were squeezing and massaging his dick with each stroke. He pulled the sock from my mouth and asked, "You like Thunder fucking you girl! Just keep those muscles working on him now and you going to get a nice load of skeet purdy soon. Who's ass this baby, tell Blake who's ass this girl! Speak bitch, or I'll give you another taste of the hand." He had me so fucking hot, I just could not hold back. I screamed! "Oh fuck me Blake, my ass is yours - fuck me harder Thunder, slap your balls against me! Fuck yes, my ass is yours Blake, just fuck me!" "That's my girl! He leaned over and lifted me up so my feet touched the floor again. My back pressed against his chest and began to kiss my neck and shoulders. His arms, he slid up under my armpits so his hands and fingers could massage and pinch my nipples. "Oh fuck yes Blake! Mmmm yes! Fuck me Thunder thighs! He brought us both almost to a climax, then slowed so it went on and on. The pleasure I was receiving was way beyond fantastic. "Who ass this is girl - tell Blake again girl!" "My ass is yours Blake, I love Thunder and you both! Oh just keep fucking me forever!" He stayed attached, but ushered me down the hallway to bed. He fucked me most of the night; constantly making me tell him my ass was his. When I awoke Sunday morning he had my ankles bound together, also with saran wrap, just loose enough that I could hobble to the bathroom, but not loose enough that I would have ever been able to escape. He had my hands still bound, but down my front and held to my cock with more saran wrap. I was able to go to the bathroom, but not much more. I couldn't even make a cup of coffee for myself until he came down the hallway checking on my whereabouts. "Baby, your pussy's leaking daddy's skeet all down your legs. Come over here and let me clean you up a bit!" He used his fingers to scoop up what had run down my legs and fed it to me until all left was damp and sticky. He shoved a paper towel up between my ass cheeks, and smiled. "You want some coffee baby? You got to earn it girl! Give daddy some sugar and tell him you love him and I'll let you loose. You mess up and I'll have to hurt you again until you learn how is boss now!" "Untie me Blake, I promise I will be good and not fight you. I'll make us some coffee and fix us some breakfast, OK?" "That's my girl, make daddy happy and everything will be just fine!" After breakfast he cleaned me up again in the bathroom and let me run around in the apartment, fucking me every time he felt like having another piece of ass or feeding me his dick and skeet. He made himself at home and got his belonging all organized and put away in my bedroom closet and bureau drawers. About 1:30pm he took me aside and told me if I was going to be allowed to continue to work at the bar, I best not tell anyone what had happened last night or today, especially Eddie or Michael. He said I would pay dearly for it later if I said anything to anybody; I was his bitch now and he was my boss man. He had turned me on to him so much last night, I figured I could deal with him in my own way, just to have him taking care of my sexual desires for him. He was everything I had ever dreamed of having with a man, a real man. He certainly was that alright! Rough, masculine, with only one big fault - he wasn't just dominant, but a POSSESSIVE dominant! I figured if I played my cards right, I could get him through that without any huge problems here at home or at the bar while I was on duty. Sunday afternoon, he accompanied me to the bar, sat around keeping an eye on me all day and all night until my shift was over at midnight. I made no indication that I was going to tell either Eddie or Michael about our arrangement. I also was very careful to be strictly business and not flirt with any one particular guy that showed an interest toward me. I definitely didn't put up my notice on the bulletin board again. That night when we got back to the condominium, he accused me of spending too much time talking with guys sitting at the bar. "Excuse me, but that is my job Blake, you have to understand that I have to talk with the customers. As long as they keep their hands to themselves, it should be no concern that I talk with then when I am on duty. It gives me better tips, plus they come in here to talk and it is my job to let them unload on me as long as they keep spending money." "Well, we shall see about that! I don't want you getting too friendly with any of them. Now lower you pants again so I can remind you again just who is the boss in this family!" I just looked at him in total amazement. My hesitation obviously upset him. He grabbed me by the arm, lowered my pants and shorts and put me over his knee again and put a big paw to me again until my ass was burning and beet red. Of course, it gave me another big hard-on, so I wasn't quite sure if he was trying to dominate me or just turn me on to him in doing this. "It really gets you hot girl when I spank your hot ass." He gave me a couple of good blows with his fist right in the stomach to see what my reaction would be. I stayed hard, so he grabbed my balls sack and squeezed it until tears ran from my eyes. My erection went flaccid. He then stood before me and slapped me around, threw me down on the floor and used me as his personal punching bag for a couple of minutes. I knew I would have some black and blue marks in a couple of places where he really laid the punches on to me. When I looked down, I again had a hard on, in fact I was really being turned on to his actions. Just watching his muscles flex and his dick swing in the air was enough to make me lust for him. Thunder was standing tall, jetting out at 45 degrees bouncing up and down displacing air with his every movement. He grabbed me by the ankles again and dragged me down the hallway to my bedroom for another night of sheer sexual pleasure. When he lay me out on the bed, he made every effort to give me adequate foreplay to get me begging for his pleasures. Sure enough, the next morning I found I had a few black and blue marks. Thank god, they were all on parts of my body that I would be able to keep covered with a tee shirt at work. My usual days off are Monday's and Tuesdays on the weeks that I don't have the weekend off, unless something special comes up and I have to change my days off. I figured Blake would be up and taking off for work early for the Shipyard over in Alameda. Sure enough he was up and dressed by 6am. Before he left, he pulled the sheets back on the bed and clamped a chastity belt on me, locked it securely with a padlock. It took me completely by surprise, as I was asleep and didn't even realize what he was doing until it was on and locked securely. "You'll be wearing this Danny when I'm off working until I know I can trust you to not chase around anymore. Good thing you have Mondays and Tuesdays off this week. It will give you a chance to get use to wearing it." I protested, but he gave me a light pop across the face with the back of his hand until I shut up. "Just in case you get any ideas about playing with yourself, you can see it will be impossible, at least painful with those spikes located inside that cage over your dick. You are going to learn to only cum when I tell you. You will be able to shit and piss, but no one will be able to fuck that sweet white ass of yours but me from now on girl. You are going to learn that you are my bitch in very short order. Get use to it!" He kissed my on the lips and took off for work. "See you around 6 tonight baby. Have dinner ready so I can take you out on the town tonight."