Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2004 03:28:59 -0500
From: controlone <controlone@adelphia.net>
Subject: How I Got Under Your Skin--Chapt 6 B--Caleb's Day Continues

How I Got Under Your Skin

Chap 6B--Caleb's Day Continues

controlone

With no further ado Riff pulled Caleb up toward the head of the bed.  The
two men shared a pillow as Riff spooned behind Caleb.  When Caleb felt Riff
push the length of his cock up between his butt cheeks he wanted to squeal,
but he withheld that response; instead Caleb reached behind with his right
hand and pulled his butt cheeks further apart, so that Riff's hard cock
could really wedge itself, full length, between Caleb's solid glutes.  Riff
pulled Caleb so tight that he could feel the rings in Riff's nipples
pushing into his back.  Caleb could not remember ever being quite this
happy.

The two men drifted into a sexual haze.

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In point of fact Riff hit REM sleep thirty seconds after he closed his
eyes.  Caleb on the other hand found sleep impossible; besides, he didn't
want to sleep; he wanted to experience every second with Riff.  Caleb was
sensually transfixed.  He had Riff's remarkable, beautiful, enormous,
magical cock sandwiched in his butt, so that's where Caleb's mind
was.... between his glutes hugging and sensing Riff's magnificent fuck-rod
with every neuron in the area.  Caleb wanted to turn around and wake Riff
up; he wanted Riff to fuck him ragged.  More than anything he wanted to be
the best, the happiest, and the most grateful new faggot in Miami; he
wanted to be whatever Riff wanted him to be.  Lying there, "holding" Riff's
cock, every minute was an exercise in self control; he wanted to touch
Riff's skin; at the very least he wanted to turn around and watch his super
male, cockmaster sleep, BUT Riff needed to rest, and he wanted to do it
with his dick sandwiched in Caleb's ass crack so that's what Caleb did.

As Caleb laid there breathing his whole mind was in those places where his
body was touching Riff's. Caleb gently rocked and swayed and brushed
himself against Riff and as the minutes passed he became more and more
invested in those points of "shared skin."  It was driving Caleb toward
sensual mania.

After a while Caleb began to wonder how long it would be till Riff's watch
sounded, and suddenly he realized that Riff was "jerking him off, making
him come, milking him" every time that alarm went off.  Caleb wondered why
Riff was doing it... was it some kind of game... punishment.... but the
longer Caleb thought about it the more he warmed to the idea.  It was
really pretty cool.  Riff was making this "day" all about Caleb and even
though Riff seemed very annoyed, Caleb had the distinct impression there
was a kinder motive at the root of Riff's behavior.

As Caleb thought and wondered and questioned and tried not to think about
how badly he wanted to turn around and kiss Riff, he came to certain
conclusions: HE WANTED RIFF; HE LOVED RIFF; PERHAPS MORE THAN ANYTHING HE
WANTED RIFF TO LOVE HIM; HE WANTED TO BELONG TO RIFF; TO BE HIS, HIS BOY,
HIS CALEB.  CALEB WANTED TO BE RIFF'S OWN TRUE LOVE; RIFF'S ONE AND ONLY.
AND HE DECIDED TO DO WHATEVER IT TOOK TO ACCOMPLISH THAT GOAL....

CALEB'S GREATEST FEAR WAS: WHAT IF RIFF DOESN'T LOVE ME?  WHAT IF, BECAUSE
HE LOVES C, HE CAN'T LOVE ME?

Naturally Caleb's mind was full of thoughts of C.... the mystery
man.... the man who seemed to own Riff the way Caleb wanted Riff to own
him..... Riff did everything possible to let Caleb know that his bond to C
came first; that Riff belonged to C; that C could have Riff totally and
completely by just asking..... That thought scared the shit out of Caleb.
What if C called Riff today and "ordered" him to cut Caleb
loose...... Caleb realized Riff would do whatever C told him..... That
thought sent a cold chill through him.....

But Riff had also said that C told Riff to see Caleb; to spend time with
him.  Maybe C would allow Riff to keep Caleb; maybe C could own Riff and in
turn Riff could own Caleb.  As he thought about it Caleb came to the
conclusion that he'd take Riff any way he could get him; that he'd do what
he had to in order to accept Riff's connection to C as long as Riff could
keep his connection to Caleb.  Caleb breathed a huge sigh.  For the first
time he saw a way to keep Riff in his life and somehow "put up with" C's
interference.  Caleb began to realize it was in his own best interest to
ingratiate himself to this "C" guy; that he'd be better off nodding and
tacitly approving Riff's affection and connection to C..... AND that to do
otherwise could jeopardize his new found happiness as Riff's faggot in
training.  Caleb loved Riff; he adored him.  If Riff loved and worshipped
C, then Caleb had to somehow link with C too.  As Caleb rationalized his
new situation it also occurred to him that if Riff loved C he must be a
pretty wonderful man.  On top of that Caleb wondered at C's mystical
ability to hold power over someone as totally commanding as Riff.  Caleb
could not imagine ANYONE not bowing to Riff's unyielding masculine
authority.  Not only was Caleb in awe of Riff's power; he was utterly
terrified of the thought of opposing him or any of his wishes.  Caleb could
not imagine ever saying "no" to Riff, not if Riff insisted.... Geeeze even
playing around Riff scared the bejesus out of Caleb when he shouted or
grabbed the back of his neck or god forbid whacked Caleb's ass.  When Riff
raised his voice Caleb wanted to kneel and kiss his feet...... Caleb
suddenly realized that he'd do anything Riff commanded.  On top of
everything else, Riff seemed to know everything....... absolutely
everything....... And once again Caleb wondered what kind of a man could
get Riff to bow to his will....... Suddenly C began to take on mythical
proportions............

Riff's watch began to buzzzzzzzzzzz............

The room was thick with heat and sex and humidity.  As Riff began to stir
he stretched head to toe, sliding his fat hard prick up and down in Caleb's
wet crack, which in turn got Caleb sweating and pushing back onto Riff's
slick rod.  Riff reached over Caleb's arm, tweaked his right nipple and
pushed his torso deeply into Caleb's back.  Caleb cooed when he felt Riff's
rubbery hard nipples and the rings through them press into his back.
Everything about Riff's magnificent body kept Caleb in a sensual paradise.

Riff pressed his lips to the back of Caleb's ear, "Are you ready for me
boy?"

"Yessir!"

"Then haul ass out of bed.  I'm gonna work you boy.  I want your body hard,
cut, and fully charged."

Before Caleb could get out of bed Riff had him by the wrist, yanking him to
his feet and pulling him into the "exercise" room.  In actual fact it was
one of the two extra bedrooms Riff had in the apartment, and it's where his
free weights, soloflex, climber, rowing machine, resistance bike, skier,
and other assorted muscle toys were currently sitting.

Riff tossed a small butt plug at Caleb and barked, "OK boy, put this where
`the sun don't shine,' then hop on that bike boy and start peddling.  I
want you hot, wet, and pumping your legs to save your ass...... NOW!!"

Caleb danced his legs apart and wiggled the flesh colored plug into his
"well-used" asshole...... an involuntary shiver raced up his back as it was
sucked into place; then he half bounded over to the bike and climbed on.
Caleb had trouble "seating" himself; his ass was slick for a number of
reasons and it was hard to stay on the small leather bicycle seat.  Still,
he did his best, and began to peddle.  Riff had the resistance set to its
highest level so it took all of Caleb's effort to turn the gears.  He
hunkered down and put his whole body behind his muscled legs.  He was
determined to impress Riff....... if his legs fell off.... well, then he'd
get a wheel chair.

Riff glanced at his watch and was surprised to see it was already 1:30 PM.
As he left the room he called over his shoulder, "I'm going to call for
lunch..... When I get back I want you hot, boy...... HOT...... I plan to
work you pup..... whip you into the best looking faggot in Miami."

Riff went into the living room and called one of the Asian take out
restaurants in the neighborhood.  He ordered a well thought out menu for
Caleb..... things that would make the meal.......... memorable.  It
occurred to him that Caleb was overdue for his next orgasm so he returned
to the work-out room for the next "extraction."

Caleb was struggling and straining to keep the peddles turning; sweat was
running down his face, his chest, and his legs.  When Riff saw that his
cock strained against the harness and his balls pulsed.  He picked up a set
of bar bells and walked in front of the bike.  Riff decided to give Caleb a
show of his own, so Riff began to curl the forty pound bar in fast reps.
Seeing that energized Caleb.  In a few minutes the room was filled with the
sounds of the bicycle chain whizzing, the weight rings clanking and two red
hot studs strenuously huffing and puffing...... (staring intently at each
other).

Caleb's chest was a mass of wet crimson skin stretched across white bands
of muscle and ligaments.  Every minute or so Caleb would snap his head
right then left to shake the accumulating sweat from his eyes.... he was
mesmerized watching his sandy haired, sun bronzed lover pumping his
beautifully independent pecs......  In truth, both men were edging
themselves toward crushing orgasms just by studying and staring at each
other.

Time passed but neither man noticed.  Finally Caleb had to speak.  Totally
out of breath, but still peddling, he heaved,
"Sorry......... sir.........but........ I.......... really............need........ to....... pee."

Riff kept pumping.

Minutes passed.

Caleb slowed his legs and repeated,
"Sir....... I........ am......... so......... sorry....... but......... I........... really............ really........... really........ HAVE
TO....... PEE."

Riff put down the barbell and walked behind the bike.  He leaned into
Caleb's ear and said, "Hold it........ we're going to have some fun."

Caleb stopped peddling, turned toward Riff, wrinkled his nose, and said,
"Fun with peeing?"

Riff slapped Caleb on the back and smiled, "You bet your ass.  Come on now,
don't tell me you've never heard of `water sports.'  Fag boys like you love
piss play."

Caleb answered, "Sure, I've heard about that stuff, but......gee
whiz...... c'mon........  sir..... there's nothing I want to
do........ with you........ you know...... Certainly nothing with urine.
Please....... sir...... can't I just pee?"

Riff stood back, "Go put your jeans on."

The words hit Caleb like a slap in the face....... "AW NO....... PLEASE
DON'T MAKE ME LEAVE....... PLEASE!!!  PLEASE, JUST TELL ME WHAT TO DO."
Caleb felt the panic rising in his throat.

Riff looked him in the eye, "Go and put your jeans on....... NOW!!!"

Caleb's eyes filled with tears, and his chin hit his chest as he slowly got
off the bike.  He was on the verge of sobbing as he walked into the bedroom
and picked his jeans up off the floor.  He started to take the condom off.

Riff barked, "Don't you dare take that off.  All I said was to put your
jeans on.  Christ, will you ever learn to LISTEN.  You boys are all
alike........ You never listen.  CONDOM STAYS ON, PLUG STAYS IN!!"

Some of Caleb's fear abated...... now he was confused........ AND he had to
pee.  As he was buttoning his jeans Riff grabbed him by the ear and led him
into the john.

"Climb into the tub boy."

That did it.  Caleb was not stupid.  He knew immediately what was about to
happen AND he didn't care.  It was crystal clear to him that he'd do
whatever Riff said.  Caleb knew more than anything HE DID NOT WANT TO
LEAVE.  He would capitulate.  He'd do whatever Riff told him.

Riff got into the tub behind Caleb.  He reached around Caleb and grabbed
both his nipples...... hard.  As he held them in a death grip and pulled
Riff said, "OK boy, let loose and describe everything that
happens.......... and how it makes you feel."

Caleb shrugged his shoulders and leaned back into Riff's chest.  Caleb's
cock was hard as steel; he was soaked to the skin; he was still a little
frightened; his nipples were beginning to cry for help, but he had no
trouble peeing....... He really had to go........

Caleb began, "You're really hurting my nipples. BUT I DON'T
MIND...... HONEST!!  And I'm starting to um pee....... piss (Riff
smiled)...... yes, I'm pissing.... OOhhh.... there's some pressure against
the condom..... the piss it really pushing against it.... and it feels kind
of interest...... good..... it feels pretty good.... and now it's coming
out all around the condom and my dick is getting a little softer....... and
there it goes.... the condom is off.... Wow, the pee.... piss is really
hot.... and it's starting to go down the inside of my jeans..... Gee that's
pretty hot piss...... and some of it is like riding up my ass........ Ouch
you're squeezing my nipples a...lot... more...... but ... but... it's
making my dick jump around like crazy...... and..... and Boy O boy I'm
really pissing hard and it's pouring down both my legs and kind of like
raining on my bare feet......  OH WOW.... when you let my nipples go they
snapped back and my dick almost exploded..... boy oh boy Riff this is
sooooo much fun..... Ya know, I really am sorry that I....... "

Riff interjected, "STOP IT!!"

Caleb understood and continued his commentary, ".....and Geeeze my dick
keeps trying to go down but then you keep.... grabbing my nipples..... and
it gets harder again... Boy O Boy I really had to go.... I'm still going
pretty strong and it's ........ hot....... and WOW.... that feels very
strange the way you keep grabbing my chest and pulling like that.......
and I can't believe how hot this piss is.... it's very hot...and my pants
and legs are soaking wet and squishy.... and OUCH!.... now you're pinching
my nipples....... AND PULLING...... and .... God my dick is hard....... and
still going strong.... OWW..  you're pinching my nipples again, but sir,
it's making my cock even harder.... FUCK, THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT..... THANK
YOU SIR....  GOD, SIR I AM SO....."

Riff interjected, "YOU'RE DOING IT AGAIN."

Caleb continued, "......and I'm still pissing like a fucking
racehorse..... and I'm very excited..... my nipples are getting sore... but
in spite of that it's kind of setting up more of a connection with my
dick...... I can feel some of that sensation.... that pinching is... it's
in my dick..... WOW.....

Caleb's breath was coming in short puffs now.  Riff was alternately
pinching and pulling and snapping the kid's tits and pushing his own
harnessed cock up and down the back of Caleb's wet jeans.  As Caleb's flow
began to ebb Riff started to chew on his neck.... both men were moving
toward orgasm at break neck speed......

The doorbell rang.

Riff stopped everything, jumped out of the tub, and raced out of the
bathroom.  Caleb was so taken aback that his mouth hung open, as he said a
semi-quiet, ".....but..... wait."

In another second Caleb heard Riff call out, "I AM COMING..... GIVE ME ONE
MINUTE!"

The funny thing was that in one minute Caleb would have come too.

Riff re-entered the bathroom, expensive short silk bathrobe open on top,
waving around a pair of scissors.

Riff smiled at Caleb, "You can't answer the door like that."

Caleb sighed in relief.  For a second he was terrified that Riff was going
to make him answer the door in his piss filled jeans.

Riff said, "Hold still."

Riff put the scissors at the cuff of Caleb's jeans and cut them up the
seam, past the knee to the thigh.  Then snip, snip, snip around and one leg
was gone.  Riff made short work of the other leg and thirty seconds later
Caleb was standing in Riff's bathtub wearing a piss soaked pair of
short-shorts.

Riff grinned from ear to ear.  "Time to get lunch.......... Time for YOU to
get lunch."

Caleb's whole head turned beet red,
"but...... but..... but...... I'm....... my jeans...... I'm wet...... it's
pee....... my jeans...... there's nothing left..... they're obscene..... I
smell...."  He didn't know where to begin.

Riff continued to smile, "I know.  Now go get our lunch.  Pretend you just
got out of the pool."

Caleb answered, "What pool?  There's no pool.  Please
Riff.... um...... sir...."

But even as he sputtered and stuttered Caleb knew he'd be answering the
door and humiliating himself..... HE KNEW IT.

Riff just stood back and waited.

Finally Caleb said, "Can I have a towel or better yet a rag to wipe some of
the pee... piss.... off my legs.  I don't want to get it all over your
carpet."

Riff laughed, "Have you been paying attention?  This whole apartment is a
disaster with cum and precum and sweat everywhere.  A few drops of your
piss aren't going to make a whit's difference.  So just get the door."

The two overgrown boys marched to the door.  Riff stayed a few steps behind
Caleb so that he could watch his hot hard ass pump up and down while the
younger stud walked.  Riff had "fashioned" Caleb's new shorts so that the
back was even more obscene than the front.  He could see half of Caleb's
glutes as they flexed and bobbed toward the door.

Standing on Riff's threshold was a cute Chinese boy wearing tight white
jeans, a bright green tank top and cowboy boots.  He was holding two large
brown bags.

When Lau saw Riff standing behind the tall dark hunk at the door he spoke
around Caleb to Riff, "Hey Riff, what's up......... Holy shit, what are you
guys up to?"  He took a step back and continued, "Riff, you told me you
weren't into guys my age.....This guy doesn't look any older than I
am... You know what I said...... I'd do anything.... I'd be open to
anything..... ANYTHING..... you name it Riff... "

Caleb wanted to knock the kid on his ass, but before he could jump in, Riff
pulled him back and said, "You've got it all wrong Lau.  I'm just
babysitting for this BOY.  It's like a favor for his mommy and daddy.  And
I'll tell you something; they aren't paying me enough........".

Caleb flushed bright red; Riff was revving up the embarrassment engine and
firing on all eight cylinders at once.

"...... I mean look at this...." and Riff tugged at the belt loop on
Caleb's jeans. "... he pissed his pants, and it's not the first time.
Since he's been here today..... No wait, I'll let him tell you."

Riff took Caleb's shoulder and squeezed, "Caleb, tell Lau how many times
you've pissed yourself today."

Caleb looked at the floor, turned toward Riff, locked his jaw, and
whispered, "Pleeeze Riff, not in front of...... this
guy...... pleeeeeze....... anything else..... but not in front of some
stranger.... some guy I don't know..... pleeeeze...."

Riff let go of Caleb's shoulder and pinched his ear, "Caleb, let's try this
again.  TELL LAU how many times you've pissed yourself today.  NOW!!"

As a tear gently rolled down Caleb's cheek he whimpered/whispered,
"twice......."

Riff added, "Now tell Lau who you are and what you do..... GO AHEAD OR I
SWEAR I'LL PUT YOU OVER MY KNEE RIGHT HERE..... RIGHT NOW...... IN FRONT OF
LAU!"

Caleb choked out, "My name is Caleb Reston..... I work for a moving
company."

Riff tweaked Caleb's ear and said, ".....and?"

Caleb could barely speak, ".... and I'm in law school."

Lau grinned, "Sorry Riff.  I didn't realize you were a BABYSITTER..... Do
you think you might be able to sit for me some time?"

Riff let go of Caleb's ear and moved behind him, "Sorry Lau, this little
one is taking up all my free time."

As Riff unbuttoned Caleb's jeans and reached into his shorts Caleb nearly
flexed out of his skin.  Lau's eyes opened so wide he no longer looked
Asian.

Riff "discovered" the loose condom next to Caleb's still erect cock.  He
found the open end and with great one-handed dexterity, Riff slid it back
where it belonged.

Caleb forgot all about his tears as Riff very deliberately and quite
obviously began to rub Caleb's ever growing, condom-covered prick up and
down in long slow strokes.  Then as Riff lapped at Caleb's ear he continued
to talk, "No Lau, all my babysitting time is spent working with THIS BOY.
He's a slow..... slow...... slow.... learner..... but I'm a very patient
man.  Sure, some times when he's very, very bad and he pisses me off I have
to take him over my hard knee and spank his bare ass..... over..... and
over...... and over... till it's all red and hot and he's crying like a
little baby boy..... And sometimes he gets so fucking dirty that I have to
drag him by his hair into the bathroom, strip him all the way down, and
work him with soap and water till his skin is all slick and pink and
clean..."

Suddenly Caleb was feeling a whole lot better...... and very "special."

All three men were melting in the hot afternoon sun; as they stood in
Riff's doorway while he slowly, deliberately, long-stroked Caleb's hot
prick up and down and up and
down..... harder..... harder..... harder.... and he continued his
narrative, ".... But Lau, when I work on a boy like Caleb here, I work him
and work him and work him.  What's more I refuse to give up.  I mean I make
him pump these muscles...." Riff grabbed Caleb's whole left pec with his
free hand and began to rhythmically rub, press, squeeze, and release it
over and over and over, "..... I make him sweat Lau... and pump.... and
pump... and pump. I make him work his smooth buff rock hard ass till he's
weak all over..... and then I work him some more... Boys have to learn
Lau..... and when it comes to THIS boy... well, his education is in MY
HANDS....." and Riff roughly pulled Caleb closer and tighter.  Caleb leaned
further into Riff's strong arms and let his head fall back on Riff's
shoulder. Caleb was having trouble remembering what had been so upsetting.

Riff immediately began to make long slow swipes up Caleb's throat with his
slippery wet tongue, "....... and make no mistake Lau, this boy is
filthy.... filthy..... filthy.... he's as dirty as they
come..... scummy..... slimy...... dirty and disgusting.  But Lau, it gets
worse..... so very much worse.  I just learned something.  I found
out........ Well Lau, it turns out that this big, hot, hard, wet, dirty,
filthy boy is a FAGGOT!  He's a lousy, man loving, cocksucking, ass fucking
queer.  So now I have even more work ahead of me.  Lau, I said to myself, I
said `Riff, what can you do?'  Lau, this filthy disgusting perverted boy
wants cock.  He wants big, huge, giant, dirty, slimy, filthy hard pricks;
grown men's big firm dicks, rammed up his boyass.  He wants to lick men's
filthy, hairy, sweaty balls and suck on their great big cocks..... he wants
to shove his tongue up their assholes..... Can you imagine that Lau?
filthy... dirty.... slutty... faggot.... he wants men to put their hands
all over him.... He wants men to kiss his filthy, dirty lips and fuck his
asshole with their hot hard dicks.  He's a great big FAGGOT, FAIRY, QUEER,
COCKSUCKER...."

Right around this time Caleb's dick began to shoot.  It shot so hard that
with every orgasmic wave Caleb's whole body contracted.... and
flexed..... and contracted.... and flexed..... and contracted...... and
flexed.... and flexed.... and flexed..... and flexed..... and flexed.

Poor Lau, eyes wide open, mouth agape, fingering his own cock, was panting.

A few seconds later Riff said, "So Lau, I'd give you a ten dollar tip, but
if I let this boy go he'd only fall down and get all dirty.  How about you
put the whole thing on my tab?"

Lau swallowed hard and tried to find his voice.  Finally he squeaked out,
"Sure thing Riff..... thanks..... for..... thanks..... see ya!........" and
with the wet stain in the front of his white jeans spreading, Lau turned on
his heel and ran toward his car.

Riff smiled to himself and said, "Gee Caleb, I hope it wasn't something I
said."

But Caleb didn't hear him.  He was still leaning against Riff and basking
in the considerable afterglow; only one thought in his spinning head, "I
love him."

Riff left the condom in place, and carefully removed his hand from Caleb's
shorts.  Caleb immediately turned around and slumped into Riff's arms.  A
second later they were kissing..... a soft, gentle, tender,
passionate...... very long kiss.

A couple minutes later Riff pushed Caleb off his face and said, "Boy, get
those bags and put them on the table...... and be careful with that
condom..... you know the drill I want it all.... every drop!"

Caleb turned his back to the door, bent at the waist and gingerly fingered
the condom.  He took it off slowly, wondered where to put it, and finally
placed the open end between his teeth; then he closed his zipper, turned
back around, bent over, and grabbed the two brown paper bags.  He closed
the door, brought the food into the dinning room, and stood next to the
table in his damp shorts...... starry eyed and grinning.

Riff took off his robe, threw it onto the couch, and barked, "Shorts off
while you eat...... but keep that harness in place..... and tighten the
strap around your balls... by at least one notch..... I like the idea of
you balls eventually hanging around you knees boy...... long and loose."

Caleb pushed down the shorts, folded them in half and put them on a nearby
end table.  He had a hell of a time snapping the two inch ball strap one
snap closer to strangulation. ...... but he didn't mind the pain, he was
too darn happy....... he was cock-sucking, ass-fucking, queer-loving,
joyous.... and utterly taken, totally in love, head over heels, lock stock
and barrel.

As Riff set the plates and glasses on the table he glanced up at Caleb,
"Stop grinning at me...... you look foolish."

Caleb took the condom out of his mouth and said, "Sorry sir," but kept
smiling.

"Caleb, you look like a little puppy dog, all dewy eyed..... and I don't
like it!  It makes me nervous.  I am not your husband and this is not our
honeymoon..... DROP THAT FUCKING SMILE...... or I swear I'll take you over
to the damned couch and whack your ass."

Caleb answered, "OK."

Riff turned toward him, "You don't care if I put you over my knee and beat
your ass?"

"Not if it will make you happy Riff..... or sir....  Anything that will
make you happy... I don't care anymore.  Just tell me what to do."

Caleb's little revelation hit Riff hard.  Christ, what had he done?  This
was not good.  He couldn't let the kid feel this way..... he was getting
too attached.  Caleb was mixing up sex..... great sex... with falling in
love.  Shit, Fuck, Piss.... Caleb, was falling in love; Riff knew it but he
was equally aware that, in his heart, he didn't feel the same.... that he
would never feel that way..... about Caleb.  He had to nip this thing in
the bud.

Riff walked up to him, put his hands on Caleb's shoulders and pushed him
back into the dinning room chair at the head of the table.  As Caleb sat
smiling Riff moved his own legs apart and sat down hard on Caleb's lap.
Riff pressed his chest into Caleb's; their hard cocks crushed
together..... beating.....

Riff brought his lips to Caleb's ear and spoke, "You'd better hear me
boy...... hear me good.  This is not a love story.  We're not even
friends..... exactly.  We're having some fun.  YOU want to be a faggot-boy.
I know all about faggot-boys so I'm happy to be YOUR faggot-boy tour guide.
My intention kid is to wear you down like the eraser on a pencil...... till
you're all used up...... then you'll be a card-carrying, faggot-boy.  And
Caleb, that's the whole story.  If you keep pushing this.......  If you
keep acting like you want to be my prom date..... My GIRLfriend..... My
SPECIAL SOMEONE.... I will throw your ass out of this apartment AND never
speak to you again...... Now answer me boy.... ARE WE CLEAR?.... DO YOU
UNDERSTAND?"

Caleb gulped, "Yes sir."

Without moving Riff replied, "Are we going to EVER have this fucking
conversation again? .......EVER?"

Caleb returned, "No sir..... never."...... but he didn't believe it.

Riff started to get up and then brought his weight back down hard!!!
".... and Caleb, if you piss me off again today...... I mean if you get
under my skin once more I'm going to drag your ass down to the bus terminal
and push you and ride you and goad you until you make me fifty bucks
selling blow jobs for five dollars each, to total strangers.  Do you think
I could force you to suck cock for me?  Do you think I could get you to
accede to my wishes? .....If I pushed and pushed and pushed?"

THAT caught Caleb's attention.  He began to think at breakneck speed.  If
Riff exerted his full influence..... if he really wanted...... Caleb
might..... he........ Jesus Christ, if Riff actually wanted, absolutely
insisted..... Caleb would do it....... What Caleb realized was that he'd do
just about anything in his power to please Riff....... BECAUSE HE LOVED
HIM!!....... And many things came into focus.... Riff could say whatever he
wanted.... that it was sex, it wasn't love.... that it was Caleb's first
gay tryst.... that Caleb was still a kid....... But Caleb knew in his heart
that he loved Riff.... and he was next to certain that on some level Riff
knew it too.  Why the heck did Riff think Caleb would follow his every
wish?  Riff seemed completely sure that he could get Caleb to suck off
strangers..... And it was true.... Caleb would bend for Riff..... BECAUSE
HE LOVED RIFF....... So why the hell didn't Riff see it?  Caleb decided to
play it cool; he was next to positive that Riff loved him...... on some
level.... and that Riff knew it..... on some level.....  The whole mess
sent a chill through the younger man.  He had to be careful; he had to wait
for Riff to see.  It occurred to Caleb that he could mess this up by being
too quick, too impetuous.  Caleb had to relax..... He had to be
discrete..... He had to acquiesce.... seem to acquiesce.... or he'd blow
it....... RIFF LOVED HIM!!.... For a moment Caleb almost laughed out
loud... then the image of him kneeling in front of a transient at the Bus
Station flashed in his head...... That calmed him right down.

Caleb put his head down on Riff's shoulder and said, "Yes sir..... you
could get me to do it."

Riff smiled, "So Boy-O, the only question is, `would I actually do it?' and
there's only one way to find out.  Do your really want to test me boy?  Do
your want to find out?"

Caleb whispered into Riff's chest, "No sir!".......In his heart, Caleb was
chuckling..... softly.

Riff breathed a sigh of relief and jumped off Caleb's lap, "Let's get you
ready to eat...."

As Caleb sat, Riff raced around gathering "things."  Riff took the condom
out of Caleb's hand and draped it over the lip of one of the glasses; then
he turned Caleb's chair sideways..... so he could feed him.  Riff put
leather cuffs on each of Caleb's wrists and tossed a piece of bungee cord
over the exposed ceiling beam.  He tied Caleb's hands tightly above his
head.  The kid looked like he was being held at gunpoint.  Riff almost
said, "Stick `em up." but decided against "lightening" the situation.  Riff
preferred Caleb sweating.  Next Riff spread Caleb's legs and tied his
ankles to the back of the chair so that his feet dangled off the floor at
his sides, and finally he used more cord to tightly secure Caleb's waist,
and then his upper chest to the back of the chair.  Caleb could only move
his head..... and wiggle his feet.  Riff took the opportunity to tickle his
"captive."

In a few seconds Caleb was going nuts, writhing and begging, "Oh, Oh,
Oh..... stop.. Please........ Please........ Pleae........... Please......... Please....... sir..... Please..
Aaa Aaaaaa........pleeeeze..... Oh stop...... Oh sir...... Oh
pleeeze........ please stop..... please stop..... for god's sake
pleeeeeeeeeeeze..... Oh....... Oh....... Oh...... Aaaaaaaaa.
Please.......... Please........ Please........ Pleae........... Please......... Please...."

Riff stopped and said, "I just love the way you plead."  Then he continued
till Caleb was out of breath and on the verge of tears...... Riff added,
"Now be good!"

Riff went to work laying out the meal.  He opened all the bags, put the
different items on separate plates, brought in glasses of water and pulled
up a chair opposite Caleb.

Before Riff sat down he leaned in and kissed Caleb hard.  There was no
romance in this kiss.  It was savage and hot and as Caleb opened himself to
it Riff grabbed his hair and used it to further crush Caleb's mouth to his
own.  Riff ground his lips into Caleb's; he moved his head in small circles
and reamed the boy's mouth with his tongue.  He sucked and pressed their
faces so close that their noses folded over.  They began to generate
energy..... heat.....  An air seal formed and Riff's exhaled air became
Caleb's inhaled breath.  Caleb felt completely powerless; Riff felt
omnipotent.  They were both in their glory as they continued the
quintessential dom/sub kiss.  Caleb relaxed his whole body.  He went limp,
like a rag doll.  Riff felt his body grow..... he became
larger.... stronger..... In that moment he owned Caleb.  Riff's cock
pounded.  Caleb's prick bubbled and burped up a gob of prejizz...... and
they kissed.  Caleb was moaning; Riff was growling...... and they kissed.
Riff let go of Caleb's mane grabbed the back of the chair and rocked it
back and forth while he pushed his tongue in and out of Caleb's throat.
More than anything Riff wanted to fuck Caleb's into an early grave.  More
than anything Caleb wanted Riff to do just that.......to fuck him into the
next world.

It took every ounce of his resolve, but finally, very much against his will
Riff relaxed his lips and took his tongue out of Caleb's mouth.

"Sir, don't stop...  Kiss me again....  Please don't
stop..... PLEEEEEEEZE!"

"Caleb, we have to eat.  You're a growing boy.  You need your lunch."

"Sir, kiss me again."

"Caleb, I'll kiss you when I feel like it.  That's it for now."

"Sorry sir.......... maybe later???"

Riff smiled, "Maybe."  He turned his attention toward the food.  He'd
ordered a mixed lunch of Asian treats; everything from eel, tuna, and
shrimp to sticky rice and a few specialty dishes guaranteed to roast your
tonsils.

Riff asked, "Do you like spicy food?" but before Caleb could answer Riff
stuck a finger full of fishy mush into his mouth.  It tasted very good so
Caleb smiled, swallowed and tried to answer Riff's question, but again
before he got a word out Riff had put more food into his mouth.

Caleb swallowed fast and shot out, "Yes, I love peppers and stuff like
that."

Riff smiled, "Stuff...... you like spicy stuff.  What kinds of food do you
like?  What styles of cooking?"

Caleb answered between bites, "I have very simple tastes.  My family didn't
eat out much, and since I left home I've lived on mostly cafeteria food.  I
like.... you know Italian food, pasta, meatballs..... Chinese, egg rolls,
sweet and sour... and American food, meat and potatoes.  I'm afraid I'm not
very sophisticated at all."

Riff laughed, "Well boy, we've got our work cut out for us.  A proper
faggot knows food, even though most of us are currently on Atkins.... we
still know food.  Do you like wine?"

Caleb felt playful, "I suppose good faggots know all about wine."

Riff chimed in, "You bet your ass they do.  A real faggot can make a wine
steward cry, but then most wine stewards are faggots, so it gets tricky."

As Riff was directing a finger full of rice toward Caleb's mouth half of it
fell and landed right on Caleb's dickhead.  They both looked down.  Caleb's
dick was still rock hard from THE KISS; there was an ample supply of
prickslime coating the entire shaft; and more of the sticky boygoo was
dripping off his balls onto the seat cushion.  Caleb blanched.  Riff smiled
broadly, swooped down, and as Caleb inhaled deeply Riff gave his cockhead a
big slurp-suck...... Riff left it clean and slick with his spit.  As he
came up he swiped his tongue across Caleb's lips and removed a little sour
sauce that was barely there.  Caleb tried his best to turn that last little
move into a kiss, but Riff's tongue was gone before he could open his mouth
and catch Riff's lips.

"Nice try kid.  Better luck next time."

Riff picked up a small paper cup full of a sweet sauce and crushed it
against Caleb's left pec.  Before Caleb could react Riff had a second cup
of hot mustard flattened on Caleb's right pec.

Riff grinned, "There now, that'll make things easier."

Caleb had no idea what Riff was talking about.  Riff grabbed a shrimp and
caught some of the sweet sauce as it was sliding down Caleb's chest to join
the rest puddling on Caleb's fuzzy thigh.  He brought it up to Caleb's
mouth, but before the kid could grab it between his teeth Riff greedily
popped it into his own mouth.  One second later he showed Caleb the shrimp
between his teeth; then he leaned in so that Caleb could bite off the
outside half.

A moment after Caleb had bitten the shrimp Riff said, "Wait a sec, it's
better with the sauce."  Riff quick-chewed his piece, swallowed hard, stuck
out the tip of his tongue, took a pass under Caleb's left tit, grazed off
some sweet slop and brought it up to his mouth, where Caleb eagerly sucked
it off.  Once again Riff was too fast for Caleb to engineer the move into a
kiss........ damn!

Riff's eyes darted skyward, "What to do next...... hmmmmm?"  Then his eyes
lit up.  He turned and took the rubber full of Caleb's cream out of the
glass and brought it between them.

Riff looked at Caleb, "Where do you want it?"

Caleb smiled, "In my mouth?"

Riff frowned, "Not creative enough........ Ahhhh, I know."  And with that
Riff stuck his index finger into the jizz.

As he was gathering the tasty treat he said, "Wow.  There must be one and a
half, maybe two teaspoons full of cum in this rubber.  That's pretty
impressive boy..... especially after all we've been up to."

Caleb felt proud, "You really get me hot sir.  Seriously, I've never had
sex like this.... not ever.  If you had asked me, I'd have told you what
we've done...... getting me to come this many times....... I'd have said it
wasn't possible..... not to keep coming and producing so much semen."

Riff interjected, "Caleb, good faggots don't use medical terminology.  Cum
or jizz or fuckjuice or mancream or ballsauce is a lot hotter than
semen....... Don't you get that?"

Caleb blushed deep red, ".......sure, but I grew up in a house where if you
said `crap' you got your mouth washed out with soap...... it's really
hard.... difficult for me to use those other words."

Riff looked at Caleb and quite disingenuously said, "Would you prefer that
I tone that part down?"

Caleb shook his head, "God, no...... no, that would mess it up.  I love the
way you talk to me.  Every time you call me a faggot.... or better yet,
YOUR fag-boy it gives me sex feelings in the pit of my stomach.  I could
listen to you say those things all day long.  I don't think I'd ever get
tired of you saying those dirty words to me....... "

Riff smiled....... and toyed with Caleb, "So you do want to be my
faggot-boy?"

"Yes sir..... more than anything."

Riff took his finger coated with Caleb's "special sauce" and brought it up
to his forehead.  As Caleb's eye's crossed trying to see, Riff applied a
dollop of jizz down the bridge of Caleb's nose.  He repeated the procedure
till the cum was drip, drip, dripping off the end of Caleb's nose.
Naturally Caleb caught every drop on his tongue.

Riff put his hands next to Caleb's head, steadied it, then moved in as
though he was going to kiss him.  As there lips came into range Riff stood
half way up and slurped all the jizz off Caleb's face and finished by
kissing him on the forehead....... Caleb groaned.....  Riff came back into
range and gave him a firm kiss on the lips, AND drew back before Caleb
could "make it more."

Riff slurped oyster sauce out of Caleb's hairy pits as he fed him.  He ate
sticky rice off both of Caleb's shoulders as he scooped more into Caleb's
mouth.  Riff nibbled tuna off Caleb's thighs and shared it with him.  Caleb
drank green tea from Riff's mouth and when some dribbled down his chin and
dripped onto his cock..... well, Riff was quick to clean the spills. The
slurping and sucking and chewing of food and lips and bellies and furry
thighs continued.  Riff covered virtually every inch of Caleb's exposed
flesh with food or drink of some kind.

They ate and drank and kissed and licked and sucked for the better part of
an hour and when Riff's watch let them know IT WAS TIME, Riff brought Caleb
off by grazing his dick head with just the very tip of his hot, hard, wet,
slimy tongue........ Riff made it very difficult for Caleb to come.  Fuck,
Riff wasn't allowed his own orgasm so he edged and edged and edged and
edged his faggot-boy till Caleb's eyes were quite literally full of tears
and he said,
"Please...... Please...... Please..... Please....... Please........." one
hundred times..... And Riff counted...... slowly.

On the ninety-fifth "please" Riff took the length of Caleb's stiff standing
prick all the way into his mouth till his lips pressed firmly against
Caleb's dark pubes and then he gave a hearty hummmmmmm... and Caleb
strained at the cords.  On ninety-six Riff used just the tip of his tongue
to tickle Caleb's condom covered pisshole and the kid tried to climb out of
his skin.  On ninety-seven Riff bent down and blew hot breath across
Caleb's balls; on ninety-eight he slurped his tongue up Caleb's cock
starting at his restrained balls and finally left s big wet kiss on his
dick head...... Riff wondered if the bungee cords would hold.... Caleb
squeaked out the ninety-ninth "please" with tears running down his face as
Riff finally deep throated his whole prick and as Caleb literally screamed
the one hundredth "PLEASE," Riff sucked for all he was worth and Caleb came
very, very, very, very hard.... and his cock pumped and pumped and pumped
and pumped and pumped....

When Caleb finally relaxed there was a slimy WHOOSH-SPLAT as his sweat
soaked body slid-slapped back down onto the chair.  Caleb quickly turned
from purple to red to pale white as his blood returned to its vessels and
it took him several minutes to catch his breath.

At the last minute Riff had used the same condom to catch what juice
Caleb's tired prostate shot ......about a half teaspoon of ballsap
.....Caleb's cum gland was doing its very best..... working overtime.

That last batch of Caleb-cream Riff generously spread all over and around
Caleb's mouth, and finally Riff gave the boy the softer, prolonged,
licking, sucking kiss he'd been waiting for........ for hours.

It was almost three O'clock by the time they finished.  It was Caleb's turn
to feel exhausted and sleep deprived.  He looked at Riff and said, "Do you
think we could take a nap sir?"

Riff smiled warmly, "Nope!  You wanna get all fat and flabby?  The best
thing to do after you eat is wait an hour and then EXERCISE!!"

Caleb said, "But sir, didn't we already exercise?"

Riff shook his head, "You mean that little `recreation period' we spent in
my spare room?  That was nothing.  I'm taking you to my gym.... a proper
faggot-gym.  It's crammed full of muscle bound queers convinced that bigger
is better.  Today you can come as my guest, but I'll get you a membership."

Caleb returned, "I swim and lift at school.  I don't need an expensive
health club.  I can't afford it, and I can't take such an extravagant
gift."

Riff looked up, "Consider it an early Christmas present.  You need a place
to go.... a friendly place... with nice guys who will help you and look out
for you.  You're going to love it there."

Caleb shook his head, "Honest sir.  I couldn't.  It's too much.  Can't I
just come as your guest?"

Riff played his trump card, "Ya know boy, I'm there five or six days every
week.  It's the one place you can count on seeing me."

Caleb capitulated, "Well, if you insist.... I suppose it would be impolite
to be ungrateful."

Riff won, "Yeah sure.  It would just kill me if you turned me down."

Caleb was light, "THANK YOU VERY MUCH sir............... Seriously,
thanks."

As Riff untied Caleb's hands he said, "When are you going to learn boy;
that you can't say no to me.  Caleb, I own your ass."

Caleb's whole chest got warm, and he flushed bright red,
"Sir..... um.....ah..... well ah..."

"Jesus boy, spit it out!"

"Well sir, it's just that I'm all dirty again and I was wondering if you
might be thinking about maybe giving me another bath......"

Riff's whole face erupted in a smile as he continued to untie his boy, "Oh
you'd just love that now wouldn't you?  From `Ah-shucks' law student to all
out fuck-toy in one day..... aren't you ashamed?  You've really become a
dirty, filthy faggot haven't you? ....a big queer-boy who wants me to man
handle him all day long."

Caleb continued to avoid Riff's eyes, but couldn't help smiling as he said,
"....your fuck-toy, queer-boy sir.... and your hands sir."

Riff untied the last knot, "That's what I want boy, your lips firmly
pressed to my ass in total bottom-butt-boy, queer-assed, faggot-fairy
supplication... And don't ever forget it.  As for the rest, you're just
beginning kid.  There's a whole world of great looking guys out there who
are going to stand in line to get a shot at your ass."

Caleb didn't answer.  He wanted to tell Riff he was wrong about "other
guys."  Caleb wasn't interested in "other guys," but he knew disagreeing
with Riff would only make things contentious so he held his tongue and his
absolute conviction that Riff was THE ONE.

Riff said, "Stay put while I get a damp cloth and wipe you down.  You have
something to accomplish before we wash you properly."

In a couple minutes Riff had wiped the bulk of the food off Caleb's
beautifully sculpted body.  Then he led the boy over to the box that had
arrived earlier from the drugstore.  Riff pulled out a carton of unlubed
condoms for later; then he found what he'd been looking for and he handed
the contraption to Caleb. "Do you know what this is?"

Caleb looked puzzled, "Yes, my grandmother used to have one.  It's an
enema."

Riff added, "Enough said.  I want you to hustle your butt into the
bathroom, fill up that bag with hot soapy water and then I want you to lean
way over and fill yourself with every drop.... every single drop.... then
hold it for a good five minutes.... not one second less... then let it out.
I want you to repeat that twice more.... that's two more times.  Do you
understand?"

Caleb said, ".....but sir.... why?"

Riff smiled, "Good manners.... that's why!  No more questions.... GET
MOVING!"

Caleb took the contraption from Riff with two fingers..... like it was
radioactive, and walked to the bathroom, like a condemned man on his way to
the gallows.

Riff ran around the apartment collecting the dishes and putting them into
the sink, cleaning off the table, picking up odd bits of clothing, cord,
and leather do-dads, then he went into the kitchen and made a couple
"clandestine" phone calls.

While Riff continued to put things in order and get ready to hot-foot it to
the gym Caleb struggled with his latest, unpleasant, very strange, oddly
comprehensible, new, gay-oriented, task.

Riff yelled from the kitchen, "How are you doing kid?"

Caleb called back, "...... as well as could be expected...... I
guess...... this is very weird sir.......... very strange........ do
you......... are you supposed to........ does a good faggot-boy do this all
the time sir?"

Riff tried not to snicker, "You betcha boy!

When Riff stuck his head around the corner to look in on Caleb, the younger
man almost had a panic attack.  As he was leaning over the sink with the
tube connected to his ass he shouted, "PLEASE don't come in."

Riff wanted to laugh, but held onto the moment's emotion, "Are you fucking
telling me what to do?  How'd you like to wear that contraption to the
gym?"

Caleb was mortified, "Awwww c'mon....... This is embarrassing as hell.
Please let me just get this done..... sir..... I'm doing it just like you
told me to...... but please don't watch me...... do..... this....."

Riff buckled, "OK, but don't ever yell at me again...... or you'll be in
the bus station so fast it'll make you head spin..... Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

Outside the bathroom Riff said, "How far along are you?"

"I'm almost done.  This is the last...... one."

And Riff sauntered back into the room, and over to Caleb, "Then stop being
such a girl........ and let's get this finished."

With no further ado as Caleb sputtered and blushed, Riff grabbed the
nozzle, "Now don't spill any......after the whole `pissing incident' I
worry about you."

Caleb gave up.  There wasn't anything he could do.  He squeezed his asshole
closed so hard that he did almost piss a little but mercifully he caught
himself, and he immediately sat on the toilet.  Then came the war of
nerves.  Caleb didn't want to release the water with Riff in the room.
Riff could sense this and naturally wanted to make the best of it; so he
began to putter around.  He checked his beard growth in the mirror; quickly
brushed his teeth; removed his harness..... still Caleb sat, but there was
pressure building up in his gut.  Riff took out some fresh towels and put
them on the vanity; he re-arranged the medicine cabinet and lubed two butt
plugs....... Caleb sat ready to double over.  He resolved to explode before
capitulating again.

Finally Riff pretended to remember something, said, "Oh wait a minute." and
walked out the bathroom door.

Caleb released the soapy water just as Riff turned around and re-entered
the room.

He smiled, pointed at Caleb, and said, "Twenty-six." then pointed at
himself and added, "Thirty-two......but twice as clever..... AND I'm always
gonna win..... always... and don't forget it."

A minute later he yanked Caleb off the toilet and into the shower where the
two men took the time to explore each other with hands and soap and
shampoo.  By the time they were rinsing off they were both sporting hard
dicks and clear sparkling eyes.

Riff let Caleb dry him off; then he returned the favor.  Once they were
clean and dry Riff had Caleb bend over so that he could slowly push a
slightly larger butt plug up his queer-boy ass... and seeing that Caleb was
pouting about the damned plug Riff insisted on putting the kid's harness
on.... slowly....very slowly.... till Riff saw a drop of prejizz bubble out
of Caleb's cock; then he rolled a fresh condom down Caleb's shaft and
fastened the last leather strap around the root of his pounding prick.

Riff said, "I've laid out your gym clothes on the bed...... get dressed."

When Caleb saw what was on the bed his whole body slumped..... the cut down
shorts..... a neon yellow tank top..... white socks.... and his running
shoes...... now sporting bright pink laces!  He cried, "....sir..... are
you.... sir.... do I have..... sir...... Awww C'mon.... sir...... this
isn't fair...... I can't..... it's not funny.... you can't be... Awwww
C'mon. "

Riff smiled as he came around the corned, "It's a good thing you're not
working on a degree in public speaking.  You'd suck!  I never understand
what you're trying to say.  What, you don't like your outfit?"

Caleb wasn't amused, "Look.... um sir.... I don't mind doing these
things..... wearing whatever... here, with you...... it doesn't
matter.... I'd do anything for you... really anything...... but these
clothes...... I mean what if I see someone I know..... please sir, I'd die
from shame.... And it's not a gay thing... honest....... but please.... I
can't go out like that."

Riff wasn't smiling, "You can and you will..... or you'll go home."

Caleb could feel the lump rising in this throat, "You're serious.  If I
don't put on that... that ... stuff.... you'll make me leave."

"My way OR highway...... that's the shorthand."

So Caleb picked up the shorts and looked at them, "Can I at least wear some
underpants."

Riff shook his head, "Christ, if you're going to be such a fucking cry
baby." and he walked over to his dresser, opened the bottom drawer,
rummaged around, and pulled out a very old, very dingy, very small jock
strap that he'd forgotten he owned.  It looked liked he'd worn it in
grammar school.  "Here you go you big baby."

Caleb took what he could get.  The problem became what to do with it.  As
he pulled the straps up his legs the elastic strained for all it was
worth..... and miracle of miracles it didn't break.... but it should have.
The gray, wrinkled, padded pouch barely covered Caleb's big balls in their
two inch leather stretcher; his cock was another story; and the top three
very hard inches stuck straight out.  Caleb kept his mouth shut.  It was
better than nothing.

Riff loved the way the straps cut into the back of Caleb's rock hard glutes
and all but disappeared into the fleshy dividing line.  It was hot hot hot.
And when Caleb wiggled his smokin' ass into the shorts Riff needed all his
restraint to keep from jumping the dark haired image of "David."  WHAT AN
ASS!!  Needless to say the tank top fit like a glove and barely reached the
top edge of Caleb's shorts.

Riff on the other hand wore tight navy bicycle shorts, a Harvard T-shirt,
white socks and five hundred dollar all purpose gym/sports shoes.  He was
hot in his own right, and together they looked exactly the way Riff
planned.  Like a great looking wealthy guy who'd just picked up a hot
gay-slut for an afternoon's pleasure..... and Riff was definitely looking
forward to an afternoon of pleasure.

As they were getting ready to leave Caleb began to worry.  He wasn't
certain how much time had elapsed since Riff's watch had last heralded a
"call to come," and Caleb began to sweat thinking of the myriad humiliating
things Riff might do to him in the car.  "Sir, how far is it to the gym?"

"Why do you ask boy?"  Riff was no fool he'd been formulating a plan for a
while now.

"I'm really nervous about being out in your convertible looking like this."

"Caleb, you look fine... great.... and we're not taking my Porsche.... I
called a cab."

Caleb walked over and sat down on the couch, but before he could think of
what to say or do to stop this next giant humiliation, a horn blasted in
the courtyard and Riff had pulled him half way out the door.

The big yellow cab had tinted windows; that relaxed Caleb a little.  BUT
that little bit of calm quickly disappeared when he saw the driver standing
next to the taxi.  He was a hulking man, taller than Caleb and easily twice
his weight with an enormous chest and gut to match..... the guy was darkly
tanned with wild gray hair pulled into a long ponytail.  He was dressed in
old faded jeans, a worn jean shirt with the sleeves torn out revealing two
hairy tree-trunk arms.  He had a red bandana tied around his sweaty
forehead, a long scraggly gray beard with two rubber bands keeping it from
leaping off his face and strangling someone, and a scowl that made Caleb
want to go back into the house.  This had to be a displaced biker or an
escaped serial killer..... Caleb closed his eyes and saw a large pile of
rotting corpses, the cabby's prey, all gay-boys, wearing tight shorts and
yellow tank tops..... swollen tongues hanging out of their bloated faces,
their bloody asses torn in half.

Riff grabbed Caleb's hand, but instead of getting an embarrassed moan from
the kid Caleb grabbed back.

As they slid into the back seat the driver growled in a voice that sounded
like it emanated from a gravel pit, "FAGGOTS"

Riff smiled at Caleb and tugged on his hand, "Come over here boy and gimme
some sugar."

Caleb stared at the floor and tried to whisper, "Please!  Don't do this.
You're gonna get us killed."

Riff, making no attempt to lower his voice, said, "Hear me kid.  No one
intimidates Riff Branson.  You can't spend your life afraid all the time.
You just can't.  Jesus, Caleb you're a big guy.  I'm sure you could hold
your ground in a brawl."

Caleb got serious, "My mother is a Quaker sir.  I promised her I'd never
act in violence.  I could never hurt another person.  It's the way I was
taught."

Riff felt for the kid, "Well then Caleb I guess I'll just have to protect
you." And he tugged on his arm again.

"Sir, that would be just as bad.  If you hurt someone.... and .... it was
my fault.... it would be my sin... sir."

Riff said, "Just shut up." And he moved forward, turned in his seat, faced
Caleb and kissed him.  At first Caleb resisted, but Riff pressed his lips
against Caleb's softly, then firmer, then softer, then firmer..... and in a
few seconds poor Caleb couldn't resist.  He opened his lips and let Riff
tongue his teeth.  Before he knew what was happening Caleb was returning
the kiss and fighting for air.  Their arms went around each other and they
pursued a hotter more passionate exchange.  Riff sat back and pulled Caleb
over the top of him.  Caleb, without thinking, found himself following
Riff's every wish, losing himself in Riff's control.  A moment later Riff
pushed Caleb back into the seat and continued the kiss climbing on top of
him..... As they sank into the seat Riff grabbed Caleb's condom covered
cock and gave it a good squeeze..... Caleb groaned....

Their little wrestling match lasted several minutes and when Riff sat back
up Caleb found himself floating in a haze.....

The driver's voice woke him right up.  "You fucking queers don't care where
you are.  I should pull over and kick your asses.......... " then he
hesitated.

A second later his mannerisms changed..... and in a remarkably different,
highly stylized, fairly effeminate voice he said, "..... Shit... Riff
honey, I don't know what to say next.... I'm a pretty good actor, but
sweetheart I need lines.... I'm sorry, I broke character..... I'm gonna
wind up driving this cab till I'm an old queen..... Momma's never going to
forgive me.... she's spent a fortune on lessons and coaches.... not to
mention Danny.... he's always in my corner, cheering me on.... Sorry Riff."

Riff chuckled, "That's OK Tiny, it was last minute.... you did
good.... honest..... when you said `FAGGOTS' it really scared me.  Anyway
Tiny, this is Caleb..... a new friend of mine."  Riff turned to Caleb, "Say
Hi to Tiny, boy."

Caleb blushed red, grinned, and said, "Hi..... You scared the hell out of
me.  I thought you were going to kill us."

Tiny was thrilled, "Gee thanks sugar.  Riff where did you meet this great
big hunk of manhood...... Is this one of your model-friends.... He sure is
cute."

And for the rest of the trip the guys got to know each other.  Mostly Caleb
learned all about Tiny and his lover Danny; that Danny was a little guy,
5'6", 120 lbs. soaking wet; that Danny was Tiny's absolute master; that the
two had a very loving relationship with Tiny following Danny around like a
puppy dog and loving every minute.  Caleb learned a lot about the dynamics
of this dom/sub relationship.  Still he had a hell of a time imagining
someone who looked like Tiny taking orders from anyone..... then he looked
at Riff and reconsidered his position.  All day long, time after time,
Caleb kept moving further and further into Riff's control, and he did it
all quite willingly, every step of the way, with each new humiliation, and
yet with embarrassment heaped on top of discomfort on top of chagrin Caleb
continued to want more.... he wanted to do more, go further, endure
whatever, to show Riff how much he belonged to him, to show Riff how much
he loved him, to show Riff how much his body responded to his touch, his
voice, his commands.

As the taxi stopped in front of the swanky, glass and steel muscle palace,
Riff was still locked in an animated discussion of the theater with Tiny,
and Caleb was mesmerized by the sandy good looking man in front of him, the
man who woke him up and gave him life.

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I am sorry that took so long.... I've been very busy writing the material
that pays the bills.... Believe me folks if gay porn paid like mainstream
fiction I'd devote myself to this material..... I'll try to get another
chapter out in less time.

The next chapter of "Face In The Mirror" is also close to posting.
Hopefully that will be out in a few days.

As always I'll wait for your reviews..... controlone@adelphia.net