Date: Wed, 28 Jun 2000 01:17:18 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@eudoramail.com>
Subject: No Running 09 M/t/t anal oral bndg s/m

NOTE: Counting on my fingers, it seemes to me as though Buddy's part in this
evenings party as already taken about 69 hours, or so. Please bear with me
(pun intended) on this, it's just a fantasy. If it makes you feel better, just
assume that this is science fiction and the guys are living in a time warp. If
you're into more organic causuality simply postulate some sort of drug in the air
that speeds the guys up so that they can bang more per minute --- or is that,
get more bang out of each minute? Oh well, whatever.  :-) Jon

WARNING: This story goes beyond what I've written for this group before.
Those of you who have a problem with bondage; S&M and that sort of thing
might want to approach the latter part of this chapter with some caution. The
material was specifically requested by a reader, so I've done my best. I have
kept everything consensual (a requirement of mine) and relatively clean (lack of
imagination on my part?). I've never been involved in such activity, but given
the right situation...   Who knows?  ;-)

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All the usual disclaimers that are usual apply here. This is a work of fiction
involving sex acts between consenting persons of various conditions of life. If
you can^Rt handle that or if you are not of the legal age or mindset, go no further
but remove this material from your possession forthwith.

If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story.  I'd really like to
hear from some of you with either positive or negative comments. I have no
idea really if I'm bringing any of you pleasure or what it is you'd like me to write
about. I only hear from a few people on each story and that's not much
feedback for all the work I put into writing these. I'd really like to hear from you
so I'll have some idea how I'm doing. Thanks.

Please note that I've gotten some very nice msgs reguarding this story. I thank
you all.

I used two returns between paragraphs to simplify formatting for you.

Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the only
possible solution. Jon



No Running

A Cautionary Tale

Chapter 9

And Parties!



Danny entered the bedroom and carefully put Buddy down on his feet. Danny
looked guiltily around the room, anything to keep from having to look at Buddy.
Buddy casually leaned up against the room divider and really looked at Danny
for the first time. Sort of short, maybe 5' 6" or 5' 8", the guy looked fabulous,
but almost deformed. Whacking wide shoulders bulging with mounds of muscle
that continued down the arms to fine wrists and hands so big they made Danny
look adolescent. A chest to die for with muscles from here to there underlying
and rippling skin so tan as to look dyed. A waist so narrow as to be non-existent
over hips so narrow they looked like they'd fit into a keyhole. Legs strongly
muscled but somewhat thin (in comparison to the massive arms) pinned to feet
so large they looked like flippers. A sex package so small that it fit the smoothly
shaven groin tightly enough to provide almost no resistance to water flow. The
balls were almost tiny and held close against the body in a small, tight sac. The
uncircumcised cock an almost insignificant bit of flesh bobbing above the nut
sac. Buddy made up his mind to NEVER make fun of Danny's genitals and to
make sure that Danny knew he enjoyed whatever sex Danny could manage.

"Hey!" Buddy said with a happy lilt in his voice, "I thought you wanted to screw
me?"

Danny blushed deeply and looked away from Buddy's nakedness. 'A lot more
mouth than action.' Buddy thought. 'Oh well...'

"Wanna help me get this bed straightened up?"

Danny pitched right in and helped Buddy pull the leather cover smoothly across
the bed and wipe it down with wet washcloths from the bathroom. By the time
that was done the boys were taking a real interest in each other, their talk
showing a lot of common interests. When they put the washcloths away Buddy
held the shower door open for Danny as if it was the most natural thing in the
world for two teenaged boys to take a shower together. The talk never stopped
as the boys washed themselves and each others backs and then helped each
other dry off as if they were brothers and had been doing it for years. Danny
pulled back a little when Buddy dried between his legs, but then dried Buddy
just the same with more than a little bit of exploration going on. The two boys
hung up their used towels and then went out and laid down on the big bed to
continue their conversation.

Buddy managed to gently turn the conversation to sexual matters and got
Danny to admit that he mostly got fucked by the other guys, and didn't mind it,
but really wanted to be the one doing the fucking. In return Buddy admitted
that he'd fucked a few guys, but vastly preferred getting fucked and hoped that
sometime Danny might like to fuck him.

"You really mean it?" Danny asked, voice full of wonder.

Buddy moved a little closer to Danny and rubbed his hand over the budging
shoulder muscles. "Yeah. I think you'd be lots of fun to have sex with, and I've
always wanted to play with a guys foreskin. Would you mind if I played with
yours?"

"Well... No..." stammered Danny. "Of course not."

"Good!" Danny grinned. "Because I want to see what it feels like in my mouth
too."

Danny blushed, but didn't pull back at all when Buddy reached down between
his legs and started to fiddle around with his stubby cock.

Buddy played with the little stub, going from interest to wonder to
flabbergasted amazement. The two or three inches of proud flesh had steadily
grown under his administrations until over nine inches of slender velvet bent
beneath Buddy's gliding hand. "Wow, Dude! You could fuck someone stupid with
this thing!" Looking up and grinning, Buddy teased, "Wanna try to lower my
IQ?"

Danny blushed, but Buddy felt the surge in his cock. "Yeah. Sure. But.... well...."

"Hey! Danny! We're friends now, aren't we?"

"Well, yeah. Sure!"

"Well, friends talk to friends, Danny. And don't tell others what they said. Do
you trust me?"

Danny looked closely at Buddy. So closely that Buddy felt like his whole soul
was exposed to the intense boy. Finally, "Yes. I do! It's just that... Well, it's just
that I've always wanted to really make love to someone, not just fuck and get a
nut off."

Buddy smiled demurely and moved right into Danny's arms. "Yeah. Me too." he
said softly. "Fucking's great, but I really love being made love too."

Danny wrapped his arms around Buddy and pulled him close. His first kiss was
tentative, almost not touching. But Danny soon got into making love and
brought Buddy right along with him. Buddy thought that Danny was doing okay,
but had a ways to go if he was going to put Valentino out of business. And then
he just quit thinking about anything.

Danny worked them up until he was making love with his hands and lips so
intensely that Buddy really didn't notice the slender rod entering him until
Danny prodded his prostrate so well that Buddy just melted into Danny's arms
as the young man began making love to his partner with his whole body.

Danny tested and explored and tried while Buddy attempted to respond clearly
so that Danny could learn all the special places and movements that felt so
especially good. Buddy was a highly responsive bottom and Danny an extremely
active, alert and patient lover. He brought Buddy to his second climax as he
buried his face into the side of Buddy's neck and joined into what became a
mutual orgasm that rocked both boys bodies.

When both boys got their breath back Buddy put his arms and legs around
Danny and wouldn't let go until Danny promised him an all-nighter at the first
opportunity. Danny walked out of the room ten feet tall and as spunky as a bull
elephant in must. Buddy grinned at his back and knew that he had some great
sexual episodes ahead of him.



----



Teddy, the waterboy/manager/gofer for the football team stuck his head
around the corner. "You just taking guys one at a time or do you have group
rates as well?

Buddy laughed at the little Jewish kid that he shared an English Lit class with.
"Sure. Foresooth, and faresworn and like that there. Bring 'em on Horryhocks.
Let the play begin."

Five guys just about trampled Teddy as they barged around the corner into the
room. Three football players with pubic hair and two smooth swimmers. Buddy
just knew he was going to have his hands full. Eager and bumptious and full of
fun, the six guys were obviously good friends and held nothing back. Feeling
each other and playing around with each other just as much as they were
playing with Buddy. After Buddy had very pleasantly had his ass and mouth
fucked and creamed a couple of times the playful group let him know that they
got together fairly regularly and that Buddy was invited to join in any time he
wanted some extra fun. Buddy said he didn't know if he could handle six such
active and horny guys, but that he'd give it a try and let them know.

Buddy moved the two swimmers around until they were groin-to-groin and then
very carefully sat down on the two hard pegs he was holding together. Once he
was seated comfortably he pulled George and Ralph, the Wide Receiver and
Tight End over in front of him. Just a minute of feeling them up told him that
George was definitely a Wide Receiver, but no way was Ralph really a Tight End.
In fact, the feeling of their holes and the slippery juice leaking out of both studs
seemed to indicate that the team most likely had a pair of Wide Receivers ---
not that Buddy had any problem with wide receivers, except that their man-
sized cocks really stretched his lips as they both did their best to fuck his
mouth at the same time. Teddy and his special friend, a lineman maybe three
times his size and twice his weight moved in until they were fucking Buddy in
the armpits, Teddy from the front and the lineman from the rear. Teddy and his
lineman and the two mouth fuckers were making out with each other like crazy
while all six of them fucked Buddy at the same time. Buddy just grinned to
himself and went for the gusto.

Buddy lay exhausted on the bed, covered with sweat and sperm as the six
walked out of the room, congratulations each other and slapping each other on
the back as they left the room and made sure that Buddy knew he was welcome
to their little get-togethers any time. Any time at all!



-----



A few minutes later Neil came into the room. "You okay, Buddy?"

Buddy grinned a very satisfied grin. "Oh yeah!"

Neil looked around the room, especially at the mussed up bed and grinned. "You
ready for more company now, or do you want to quit or take a break?"

"Bring 'um on, Murgatroyd! I'll whip 'em all!"

"This I gotta see!" Neil teased, leaving the room only to be followed seconds
latter by a somewhat hesitant, but sexually excited swimmer by the name of
Hank. Tall for a swimmer, he had a smoothly contoured body that reeked of
power and barely controlled strength. He didn't move, he glided. Buddy had
seen him around campus, always followed by a throng of women trying to get
his attention, or at least the attention of the big basket in the front of his
pants. Buddy could see one of the main reasons for their interest. The guy had
a MAJOR piece of meat jutting from his hairless loins and a pair of balls that
simply ached to be worshiped.

For all his physical power and presence, Hank stood there hesitant, unsure of
himself like Buddy had never seen him before. Patting the bed beside him,
Buddy said, "Come over here and sit down."

Hank jumped and said, "Yes, Sir!" and quickly moved over and sat where he'd
been told to. Wheels spun around inside of Buddy's head and he quickly figured
out that here was a guy that everyone expected a lot from but who wanted to
not have to make the decisions or be in control. Buddies eyes gleamed as he
decided to satisfy they stud's every desire.

"You've been bad tonight, haven't you!"

Hanging his head in shame, Hank nodded his head.

Buddy slapped him across the face, HARD. "Answer me when I talk to you!"

"Yes."

"WHACK!" Buddy slapped him again. "What happened to 'Sir', boy?"

"I'm sorry, Sir. Yes, Sir. I've been a bad boy tonight, Sir."

"Go get me the belt from your pants, boy!"

Hank jumped up, involuntarily covering his butt with his hands. "Yes, Sir." He ran
out of the room, quickly returning with a heavy leather belt over two inches
wide.

Buddy took the belt from Hank and told him to bend over and grab his ankles.
Tears in his eyes, the big stud did as he was told. Buddy doubled the belt over
and reached up and touched Hank's ass with the cool leather. Hank flinched and
Buddy told him to hold still, or else.

"Yes, Sir." Hank replied, hoping to be able to comply.

Buddy gave the exposed ass in front of him four or five well spaced warm-up
swats and then really laid one on. Hank fell forward, being forced to let go of his
ankles and catch himself before he fell flat on his face.

Buddy threw the belt down on the floor. "You're fucking hopeless!" he said as
he fell backwards onto the bed.

Hank, crying, crawled over to the bed and begged Buddy to forgive him. Buddy
finally curtly told Hank to clean him up. Starting with the bottoms of Buddy's
feet, Hank carefully and thoroughly licked every speck and daub of sweat and
dirt off of Buddy's resting body. Buddy dozed half-asleep through Hank's gentle
ministrations, especially enjoying it when the subservient lad sucked the mess
of multiple orgasms out of his ass. He couldn't think of a better thing to do with
the leftovers of his multiple couplings that evening. He managed to notice that
nothing was happening and that he was getting a bit cold. He lifted his head up
and saw Hank kneeling there with his belt in his mouth.

Buddy sat up on the side of the bed and looked at the total stud, crouched
there just begging for Buddy to give him the treatment Buddy knew he wanted.
Buddy motioned the needy slave over to him and took the belt out of his
mouth. "Get across my lap, Boy!"

"Yes, Sir!" Hank happily replied as he scrambled quickly up across Buddy's lap.

Without a word, Buddy started working Hank's ass over. He felt Hank's hardon
push against his leg just about the time he felt his own erection push up
between his legs into Hank's belly. Somehow he just knew this wasn't going to
be enough for Hank.

Buddy worked on Hank's ass for a while until it seemed like it was really well
warmed up. Knowing from personal experience just how Hank was feeling,
Buddy decided to take things just a teensy bit further. "Stand up!" he ordered.

Hank scrambled to his feet and did his best to stand at attention, his cock doing
the best at that little chore. "Yes, Sir!" he called out, making an obvious effort
to not reach back and grab his burning ass cheeks.

Buddy pushed the tongue of the belt through the heavy brass buckle and put
the loop around Hank's erection and long hanging balls. Standing up, he jerked
the belt loop up tight around Hank's equipment. Hank almost folded over in half
and Buddy gave him a stern look. Hank knew that he'd come VERY close to
some truly severe punishment for his transgression. Stareing directly into
Hank's eyes, Buddy jerked on the belt again, HARD. Hank took it with barely a
flinch.

"Better." Buddy said, turning and leading the complaisant boy down into
Tommy's special playroom. He knew he hadn't asked Tommy first, but figured
he'd pay that penalty when the time came.

Both boys looked around the modernized dungeon, Hank with considerable
trepidation and Buddy at a certain loss as what to do at this juncture. He
decided to just experiment a bit and try out things that he knew he'd find
exciting if he were in the subservient role. Spotting some interesting equipment,
Buddy decided to dress his boy up a bit. Dropping his end of the belt, he said,
"Stay!"

Hank made his best effort to not move a muscle as this oddly
sympathetic/dominant stud so easily controlled him. Hank had known for a long
time that while everyone expected him to be a real campus stud, and that he
enjoyed that role to the hilt, that there was something inside of him that
wanted someone else to be in charge, at least part of the time. He was finding
it strangely exciting, powerfully exciting to let this kid control him. He was so
much bigger and stronger that he knew he could mash the kid, but had
absolutely no urge to do so, really enjoying the way the boy was treating him
and the sensations the boy was creating in his body and mind.

Buddy came back with a set of fleece lined wide leather cuffs and fastened
them securely around Hank's wrists and ankles. Returning to the sideboard
where he'd found the cuffs, Buddy left Hank standing there, getting used to his
new restraints. Buddy came back with a leather device that interested Hank,
though he couldn't guess its purpose. Trying to figure out what it was for, Hank
sort of lost track of what Buddy was doing. Buddy reached forward and grabbed
Hank's balls and jerked down on them so hard Hank fell to his knees. Tears in his
eyes, trying to control his need to throw up, Hank looked up to Buddy, trying to
apologize with his eyes for his inattention. Buddy slapped him across the face,
hard, for not paying attention.

Hank realized that he'd been at fault. If he'd just have paid attention to Buddy
as he should he'd have learned soon enough what the thing in Buddy's hand
was. Buddy was putting it on him now. It was sort of like a bridle for a horse.
Nice smelling leather straps went all over his head, their main purpose to hold
side blinders and a thick rubber bit in place. Hank realized that he really liked the
feeling of constraint the bridle gave him. Especially when Buddy snapped a pair
of reins onto the rings at the ends of the rubber bit and took the belt off his
dick and balls and used the pointed tongue of the belt and the reins to get Hank
up on his feet and across the room to where Buddy wanted him. With the
stinging tip of the belt to urge him on and the reins to turn and stop him, Hank
really didn't have to think about what to do. All he had to do was follow the
very clear directions Buddy was giving him.

Buddy got his new horsie out into the middle of the room and decided to High
School him a little. Leaving Hank standing he put down the belt and got a stiff
whip about four feet long with an 18 inch cracker at the end of it and a lunging
rein about fifteen feet long. Hank was a lot smarter than a horse and it didn't
take Buddy long to have him performing well. Popping the whip on Hank's butt
got him moving very well. Popping the whip on Hank's cock got him to slow
down admirably. Popping Hank's legs and feet taught Hank quickly that Buddy
expected high and showy action even when Buddy was holding him in one place.
A few quality pops taught Hank to hold his arms and hands up like a little kid
pretending to be the Easter Bunny.

By the time Hank had the basics down sweat was pouring down his well muscled
body and white foam surrounded the rubber bit in his mouth. Buddy was well
pleased at how quickly Hank was learning. He found it very exciting to be in
control of someone this way and wondered if he'd look as good as Hank did if
Neil or Tommy ever got him in hand like this. Just thinking about that made him
really excited and he decided to give Hank a real workout.

Hank was marked by only a few more too-close whip pops by the time he was
walking, trotting, cantering and galloping in place; performing nice inside and
outside reversals; changing leads properly as he did figure-eights. He'd even
managed to perform a credible volant and had learned to stand rampant and
paw the air. He was such a perfect horsey that Buddy was trying to figure out
how he could make a tail for the handsome youth. Perhaps something he could
stick up inside that hard ass to hold it in place?

Hank was sweating profusely and panting for air so Buddy decided to change
the pace a bit. He had Hank move into the center of the rooms open space and
brought him to a full halt, admiring the glistening perfection of the panting
masculinity, trembling from his muscular exertion, Hank was absolutely
beautiful. Buddy decided to show him how proud he was of him. Snapping the
side blinders to the center strap of the headstall, Buddy completely blinded
Hank. Then he clipped two chains hanging from the ceiling to Hank's wrist cuffs
and brought over two more chains that he fastened to lift-up rings set into the
floor and Hank's ankle cuffs. Using a control box at the end of a long black cord,
Buddy used an electric winch to hoist and suspend Hank, having to lower him
once to shorten the leg chains to get Hank spread out nicely. Hank moaned
once, and got his ass slapped for it, but the moan seemed to be just as much a
moan of satisfaction as it was of discomfort. There was something totally
beautiful about the stretched out and suspended athletic body that made
Buddy's cock throb with excitement.

There was Hank. Suspended from the ceiling, the muscles of his arms and upper
torso pulled into sharp relief, the hard cut muscle outlines glistening and
sparkling in the sweat reflected lighting. Buddy turned on a set of spotlights
placed just right to highlight Hank's body even more perfectly. His widespread
legs gave amazing definition to Hank's lower body as well.

Lowering Hank again, Buddy moved the leg chain attachments to floor rings
even further out and when he pulled Hank up taut again his legs were pulled out
really widely with his crotch only about three feet off the hardwood floor. Buddy
grinned at how Hank's whole body was now within easy reach. Walking around
the suspended boy, Buddy touched the stretched out muscles lightly here and
there, loving the feeling of the hard muscles under the slick skin. The way Hank
worked his ass in wanton need when Buddy slipped a finger through his tight
anal ring let Buddy know that Hank was really enjoying this, and was going to
need some serious work done on his ass. The stud seemed to be really anally
oriented.

Grinning to himself, Buddy went back over to the sideboard and came back with
a set of tit clamps that resembled the outline of a woman's uterus with a pair of
flat disks that clamped onto the subjects tits. Buddy flicked Hank's man tits
with his fingernail until they were standing up and then he attached the tit
clamps. They looked really good on Hank, but weren't really having the desired
effect. Buddy took them off and made another trip to the sideboard. He came
back with a set of tit clamps with much stronger springs and jagged, serrated
teeth. The clamps had thumbscrews that made it possible to adjust how deeply
the teeth would bite into flesh.

Buddy flicked Hank's right tit with his hard thumbnail until the tit was erect
again and then put the titclamp on the brown nubbin and backed off the
thumbscrew until Hank had his head thrown back and was gasping for air.
Smiling happily, buddy slowly and carefully repeated the procedure on Hank's
left tit, leaving the boy on the edge of cumming and/or passing out. He pulled
on the chain connecting the two tit clamps several times until tiny drops of red
appeared at the edges of the teeth were they were sunk into Hanks tight flesh.

Walking back to the sideboard for more toys, Buddy gave Hank some time to
adjust and get used to this apparently new-to-him torture. Buddy hadn't
noticed any rejection of what was happening so far, just a lot of reaction. He
was well pleased and had every intention of finding out just how much Hank
could willingly deal with.

By the time Buddy had selected several new toys and returned to Hank, the
bound boy was smiling around the bit in his mouth and holding his chest out
proudly as if to make Buddy sure to notice his special adornment and how much
he liked it.  Buddy smiled at the boys adaptation and gently stroked the heated
boys massive throbbing erection as lightly as possible. Hank moaned deep in his
throat and pushed his loins out as far as he could, offering them to Buddy.

Buddy took a firm grip on the base of Hanks cock, leaving over half of the large
organ still exposed. Wetting his index and middle fingers with his tongue, Buddy
stuck them out together and "wrist slapped" the swollen purplish head of
Hank's member.

"Arrrrrrrrgh!" howled Hank as his erection rapidly wilted.

Buddy reached down and gave the poor boys nuts a good hard squeeze to
make sure the erection stayed deflated for a bit. Hank was trying to put his
knees together to protect himself, an impossible task the way he was strung
up, but Buddy used his open hand to harshly slap the insides of Hank's thighs
until the subject of his attentions was straining every muscle in his body to hold
his knees as far apart as possible, exposing himself to his new instructor in the
fine art of compliance as much as he could. Buddy grinned and punched Hank's
hanging balls lightly to make sure the sweat-dripping young man understood
what COULD happen.

Buddy knelt down in front of Hank and the smell of fresh sweat, heated male
flesh, healthy crotch, fear and sexual excitement poured out of the widely
exposed crotch to tickle and inflame the lining of Buddy's nose. He moved a bit
closer and inhaled deeply, an action that gave him wood like never before.
Buddy, returning to business, flipped his finger through the new toys he'd
brought over with him and decided that the Gates of Hell, a series of seven
chrome rings (Dante's seven rings of Hell. A classical allusion that might give
you a reason to do a bit of extra reading.) held in a row by a polished black
leather strap with two buckled leather bands at one end, would be big enough
around to keep from cutting Hank's dick in half. But, as he had feared, the damn
thing wasn't going to be nearly long enough to constrict the base of Hank's
cock AND the neck of Hank's cock at the same time. Glad he'd made provisions
for just such an eventuality, Buddy picked up a pair of heavy brass rings that
had been brazed together. Hanks nuts proved almost too large as Buddy had to
force first one, and then the other through the lower, base, ring. The balls
safely trapped, Buddy pinched the head of Hank's cock roughly to make it
deflate a bit more and then forced the fat cockhead through the second,
upright ring. That accomplished, Buddy pulled alternately on Hank's balls and
mostly flaccid cock until the cold brass was snugly constricting the base of
Hank's cock and ball-bag. Punching Hank's balls again, he enjoyed the way the
balls swung so much more freely now that the bag was constricted to a narrow
fulcrum point and that the heavy cock was held up out of the way.

Strange sensations or no, Hank was starting to get erect again so Buddy hurried
a bit with the next step. Picking up the Gates of Hell again, he threaded the
swelling cock through one ring after another, neatly arranging the first ring
immediately behind the head of Hank's cock and the last ring almost exactly
one space in front of the brass double ring already in place. Buddy tightly
fastened one leather band in the open space and the other just below the brass
ball ring, even more tightly constricting Hank's balls and causing him to moan.

Hank's cock was quivering, rigidly sticking out from his loins and weeping as if
to cry for more. As the rings and straps put more pressure on Hank's cock and
balls, they swelled even more, which caused more pressure which excited Hank
more and more and more. Buddy had a couple of more tricks to REALLY get
Hank's motor running!

Next up was a set of what looked like leather wrist bands with straps and
buckles to hold them on. The major difference was that when in place the tubes
they made were too small for even a child's wrist. Buddy made a ring with his
middle finger and thumb just above Hank's balls. It took three or four punches
to Hank's belly, but he finally let go and allowed Buddy to pull his balls way, way
down, groaning from the pressure. Buddy got the ballsack pulled out to his
satisfaction and began comparing the length of exposed meat to different sac
bands. The two and a half incher was a bit longer than the distance from the
other rings and bands to Hank's balls, so Buddy thought that would be a good
place to start. He fitted the stiff leather as high as he could and then fastened
the strap tightly around the bag and its cords. Hank made a sound deep in his
throat like he was about to throw-up so Buddy squeezed his balls and pulled
down, HARD, in warning. Hank gulped and struggled to control himself as Buddy
pulled the strap one hole tighter. Buddy gave Hank a couple of minutes to
adjust and settle down and then he used his fingers and the lower strap to
squeeze Hank's balls completely out of the leather tube and stretch the
scrotum until it was almost tearing from the strain.

Buddy looked closely at his handiwork and was pleased. Hank's cock was totally
hard and drooling like crazy. It looked awesome trussed up and rampant the way
it was. He could imagine how good it must feel to Hank and knew that he was
going to have to ask Tommy to do the same to him so that he would KNOW
how it felt.

A close inspection of Hank's balls excited Buddy no end. Their normally pink
color was turning a light blue from the constriction, but not a dark blue that
would indicate not enough blood getting to Hank's well constricted and
stretched scrotum. Fingernails barely stroking the thin, tightly stretched skin
over Hank's completely exposed gonads, Buddy marveled at their beauty. Hank
responded to his touch by moaning in pleasure and thrusting his loins forward,
asking for more. Buddy caressed the balls and Hank moaned even louder. Buddy
lightly slapped the balls and Hank responded with even louder moans and by
spreading his legs even further, giving Buddy as much room as possible to play
around and stimulate him. Buddy looked up at Hank and saw bliss on his face.
Buddy started slapping Hank's balls around, enjoying the way they swung
around and how Hank moaned and mumbled around the bit, trying to beg for
more as his hips went into a frenzy of thrusting, trying to make his balls swing
even harder than Buddy was willing to give him.

Grinning with Hank's happy moans and once again throbbing erection, Buddy
reached down and picked up the last of the cock-and-ball toys from the
polished wooden floor. He had to slap Hank's belly with the flat of his hand
several time to get Hank to settle down enough for the coming event. Setting
the dovetailed wooden box with it's fitted velvet lining on his upraised knee,
Buddy pulled back Hank's foreskin and tried several different sizes of the silver
colored metal bells until he found one that fit the head of Hanks cock just right.
The bells had originally been part of a surgical device for circumcising adult
males. Buddy pulled the foreskin forward until it was snug around the bell,
holding it securely in place with the end of the foreskin nearly, but not quite
covering the deep threaded nut that had been silver-soldered to the apex of the
bell (actually called the "head", but I thought that might be a bit of an obscure
usage, even for me! :-] ) (Okay, if you're so darn smart, what's the next part
down from the head called. Sorry to the rest of you for breaking into the story
this way, but there's always one wise-guy in the crowd!) ;-)))))

anyhow...   ...silver-soldered to the apex of the bell. From the box I next
selected a silver rod about four inches long and screwed it solidly into the nut.
Next I decided on the six-sided star and slid its hub over the silver rod about an
inch down and used the long thumbscrew to lock it in place. Hank was starting
to look like a space-age toy.

Next I picked up an alligator clamp with a dangling beaded chain. Pulling one side
of Hank's foreskin forward between my fingers, I rolled the two layers of skin
back and forth until the tension was equal on both sides. Then I took a deep
bite of the tender flesh with the sharp teeth of the clamp. Hank howled and
started thrashing around.

Three solid punches to the nuts later Hank had finally managed to shut the fuck
up and get his knees spread apart again. Buddy waited a minute to make sure
he had the blinded boys attention and then slugged him a good one in the
testicles to make damn sure he knew who the fuck was in charge. Obviously,
Buddy was really getting into this thing, and realizing how Neil and Tommy must
feel being dominant to him. He wanted to learn more about this so he could
make Neil, and Tommy too for that matter, feel as good as possible when they
were being dominant to him. Oh, he knew that Neil wasn't really into the stuff
Tommy was, or that Buddy and Hank, both naturally bottoms, were playing
with. But he was pretty sure that by knowing what it was to dominate someone
he could better serve Neil, be a better lover for him, and love him more
completely than he had been able to so far. Buddy loved the feeling of security
and safety Neil gave him by being who he was and acting the way he did. He
wanted to be naturally as good at giving Neil what made him feel the best by
knowing what he felt being the boss, the top, the dominator. Knowing that,
Buddy could give him what he wanted, what he needed, just as he gave Buddy
what he needed.

With renewed enthusiasm, Buddy returned to the task at hand with every intent
to make it as intense as either he or Hank could handle. Smiling, Buddy pulled
out the foreskin on the other side of Hank's cock and attached another clip to
fragile skin. He heard a whining sound as Hank strove to contain the sound
trying to boil up out of him, but decided that was ok, because Hank really was
trying his hardest to hold it in --- and because the sound made Buddy really
horny. The sound a man in pain made, when the man was really getting off on
the pain.

Holding the bell in place with his thumbs, Buddy pulled the chains on the clips
until the foreskin was pulled up thin and tight. There was a slot at the end of
each of the star's arms and Buddy pulled the chains so the thin part between
beads fit into the slot and the star was holding the extended foreskin in place.
Grinning at his handiwork, Buddy proceeded to slowly and carefully attach four
more clips around the edge of Hanks foreskin until Hanks cock looked like the
prettiest circus tent you've ever seen.

Seeing the constant drip of cock slime that was leaking out from under the bell
and out of the taut foreskin as well as the way Hank was swinging back and
forth from his chains because of the way he was trying to fuck the air with his
newly festooned cock, Buddy got the idea that Hank wasn't totally disappointed
with the way he was being treated. He stood up and stroked Hank's ass,
deciding it was time for a change of pace.

Letting the winch unwind until Hank's feet were back on the ground and
supporting his weigh, Buddy undid the safety strap and pulled the rubber bit out
of Hank's mouth.

"You doing okay?"

"Yeah!" Hank gasped, licking his lips and trying to suck the spit back into his
mouth.

"You want to keep on going, or has this been enough?"

"No. No! Please. Don't stop now! Please, Sir. Please don't stop now!" Hank
begged. Fear that Buddy might stop now bringing tears to his eyes even as he
begged and his hips fucked the air uncontrollably.

Getting a handful of Hank's hair, Buddy pulled his head down until he could
roughly kiss Hank, washing his mouth out with his tongue before breaking loose
and affixing the bit back through Hank's mouth. "Good boy, Hank. I'm going to
make you so happy you'll never forget tonight. Never, ever forget!" Buddy
tightened the straps holding the bit until the corners of Hank's mouth were
pulled back in a grimace, and then kissed him again, sucking the spit that Hank
couldn't control any longer out of his mouth. Slapping his ass, Buddy gloated,
"Yeah! We're both going to love this."

Hank almost came he was so happy and excited. God! He'd never imagined he
could be this excited. He prayed that Buddy could take him all the way to
wherever they were headed.

Buddy unfastened Hank's wrists from the overhead chains and clipped them
together behind his back. Only then did Buddy release Hank's ankles, never
breaking Hank's awareness of being controlled and unable to escape.

Taking Hank by his swelling, distended balls, he led his prisoner over to the
sawhorse Tommy had introduced him to earlier in the evening. But Buddy had
something a bit different in mind for his long, tall friend. Kicking Hank's bound
ankles and slapping his ass, Buddy made Hank straddle the sawhorse the long
way. Quickly fastening Hank's ankles to legs on either side of the sawhorse,
Buddy then slapped Hank's ass and the back of his head until the boy got the
idea and tried to lay down on he didn't know what. Because his arms were tied
behind his back, Hank more fell than laid down on the narrow, upright
centerboard of the sawhorse, 'woofing' as board smacked his chest and belly
when he landed. Buddy tried to arrange Hank's balls on one side of the board
and his tortured cock on the other side, but they were bound too tightly
together and he had to settle for leaving them on one side. He consoled himself
by knowing how uncomfortable laying on that narrow strip of wood was going
to be while he wondered what Hank was going to feel like when his movement
started banging his balls and cock against the wide part of the oak board. That
brought a smile to his face and he slapped Hank's ass in satisfaction.

Buddy didn't like how much Hank could move around so he got the whip and
reins he'd used earlier on Hank and used the reins to tie the handle of the whip
behind Hank's knees, effectively keeping the long legs bent and unable to move
from side to side. Buddy grinned. He liked the way Hank was immobilized.

It was about time to get started, but first Buddy moved to Buddy's head and
unfastened his blinders, allowing the bound boy to see again, forward at least.
Seeing the eager look on Hank's face, he once again released the bit from
Hank's mouth and moved his own tumensence directly in front of Hank's face.
"Kiss me and say 'Thank You!'"

Hank, seeking the antithesis of apomixis, immediately reached forward and
sucked Buddy's cock into his mouth. He sucked and slobbered eagerly,
interspersing his ministrations with fervent expressions of the pleasure Buddy
was administering. Buddy finally couldn't take it any more, trying to pull back,
protesting that he had to take a massive piss. Hank just sucked even harder.
Buddy looked down, intending to punish Hank for not letting go as he'd been
told --- seeing instead the pleading, begging look on Hank's face. Confused, he
froze, trying to figure out what was going on. Finally, the loose pieces fell
together. His need to piss. Hanks eager sucking. The look in Hank's eyes.

"No!" he said.

Tears formed in Hank's eyes and he strained forward, hurting himself to suck in
even more of Buddy's cock.

Involuntarily, Buddy released a spurt of piss from his over distended bladder.

Hank noisily swallowed the offering and redoubled his efforts to suck out even
more.

"Oh, Jeeze!" Buddy prayed as he took hold of Hank's head and thrust forward,
his need to piss satisfied with huge pleasure as his hot, acrid stream shot forth
into Hank's gulping throat. Pissing had always brought Buddy a certain male
pleasure, but nothing like this. Out of control with the pleasure of taking a piss
into a hot sucking mouth, Buddy started face-fucking Hank as he totally got
into the most pleasurable piss he'd ever taken. He never even noticed when his
dark yellow piss stream turned into an equally solid stream of white gluten.
Hank noticed though, and sucked even harder.

Shaking. Shooken. Mind-blasted and enervated. Buddy held himself over Hank,
grinding his groin into the soft, accepting face as he tried to capture enough air
to keep himself alive. Finally managing to stand upright, he staggered
backwards until he fell into a heavy, solid chair set up for bondage and various
tortures. He sat sprawled, dazed, panting and trying to understand and
integrate the overpowering experience he'd just underwent.

He finally began coming out of the fog that encompassed him and noticed Hank
watching him intently. At least part of the time anyway. His eyes kept flickering
from Buddy to the wall behind him. As Buddy recovered he became more and
more aware of Hank and what he was doing --- and started wondering what was
going on. Looking behind him he noticed that the wall was covered with various
types of leather apparel. Grinning, he managed to struggle to his feet and
started inspecting the stuff on the wall. He started to understand Hank's
interest. The leather gear was HOT! He started pointing at different items and
then looking at Hank, who would then shake his head or nod in approval. Buddy
was soon outfitted much to Hank's evident approval. Buddy, surprised, found
himself really turned on by the stuff himself.

He was wearing tight leather bands that constricted and accented his well
developed biceps and a leather harness that made him feel the total stud.
Heavy straps and big brass buckles encompassing and stimulating his torso
while a heavy cock ring strapped and pulled up by his harness swelled his
fucktool larger than he'd ever seen it. A second, narrower strap down through
his buttcrack held the cockring tightly to the base of his swollen, throbbing
cock and stimulated his asshole when he walked or bent. A leather hood made
him feel the quintessence of the mediaeval headsman while tight black leather
shotgun chaps gave a hint of motorcycle/cowboy macho and added a touch of
the erotic with his nakedly exposed crotch. Tommy's dark black leather
motorcycle boots with the glint of silver buckle at the outer ankle were too
large for Buddy, but he really liked the feel of them, and he wouldn't be walking
far anyway. By the time Buddy was finished dressing, Hank was obviously
pleased with the results, hunching the rail he was stretched out on and actually
drooling.

Buddy grinned to himself and sauntered cockily over to where the whips and
paddles were hanging. He perused the collection negligently, watching Hank the
whole time out of the corner of his eye. Hank was reacting with a certain intent
anxiety as Buddy fingered and examined first one and then another of the
collection. Buddy ran his fingers down the slickness of the paddle that had been
used on him and noticed that Hank had become intently quiet. He reach over
and took down the paddle hanging next to "his". It was basically the same, a
wide leather strap maybe a foot long and a quarter inch thick, but instead of
holes it was studded with low, four-sided chrome pyramids. He flicked it against
his palm and noticed that Hank had become totally still and quiet.

Smiling to himself, Buddy walked over behind Hank and without any warning or
preparation let him have a good one with the flashing chrome and black leather
right across his exposed ass. Hank lifted his head backwards as his whole body
jumped and an almost happy sounding moan filled the room with Hanks
pleasure.

Buddy laid the paddle down across Hank's back and walked over to the
sideboard. He worked there for a few minutes and then walked back to Hank,
who was straining, trying to see what Buddy was doing behind him. Buddy laid
something down on Hank's back and then moved in front of him and finished
removing the bit from the headstall Hank was wearing. Threading two long
leather straps through the side-rings the bit had been fastened too, Buddy
forced the rubber ball they were attached to into Hank's mouth and said, "I
don't want to hear it!"

Buddy pulled the leads back harshly, jerking Hank's head up before crossing the
leads behind Hanks back and threading the leather straps through solidly
mounted rings on either side of the sawhorse. Running the ends through buckles
halfway up each strap, Buddy fastened both straps so that Hank's head was
pulled up and back tightly. Hank gurgled and snorted as he struggled to get air
through his strained throat and compressed air passages. Grinning in
satisfaction, Buddy moved back around in front of Hank and felt the way the
ball gag was over-embellishing his mouth, distorting his features into a fixed
grimace as the entire force of pulling his head back so savagely was focused
entirely on that one oral point. Buddy slapped Hank's face three or four times
and said, "Let's see if that helps keep your attention!"

Hank was so horny he was about to pass out. This! This is what he'd been
searching for, wanting, his entire life. This feeling of being totally controlled and
dominated. Subject to the slightest whim of another very masculine male. This
went beyond sex or anything else he'd ever experienced. He'd kept quiet during
this entire process. Wanting the experience but not exactly sure of what was
going to happen, or how he was going to react. Buddy was an interesting kid.
Open and honest and he tried hard to accomplish whatever tasks the coach had
set him. The fact that he was fantastically good looking and somehow sexier
than any girl he'd ever fucked just made this whole situation even more
interesting. Hank had just sort of gone along with this whole thing when it first
started, but realized now that Buddy was doing nothing but reacting to signals
that Hank himself had been unconsciously giving. Hank swallowed his pride and
admitted to himself that this was all his own idea and Buddy was just an
extraordinarily sensitive and aware stud that was trying to give Hank exactly
what he wanted.

Buddy had warmed him up beautifully, moving quietly and surely from one thing
to the next, moving no faster than Hank could handle until Hank found himself
drinking Buddy's piss and cum, and wishing the young stud had a fifty-five
gallon bladder. At that point Hank had admitted to himself this is exactly what
he wanted... NO! This is what he craved. What he needed and what he wanted
to have for the rest of his life. After this experience, there was no way Hank
was going to settle for the mundane pleasures of fucking the bitches he'd been
screwing since Junior High. He'd gotten two of his ardent admirers pregnant in
High School and another in college already. He was the father of two boys and a
little girl and was still fucking two of the mothers, unknown to their parents who
were supporting the kids. He knew now that his casualness, his lack of any real
interest in those relationships had a reason. He didn't really care about them.
THIS was what he wanted. Blushing, he admitted that he wanted to be a total
slut slave himself --- but to another man.

Buddy caressed the flushed, tear-streaked face. "You be a good boy now. Now
you get what you need. What you've been wanting. Be a good boy, Hank. Be a
good boy and take what you need."

Buddy didn't really know what made him say that, or treat Hank this way for
that matter. He just knew it was right. He moved around behind Hank and
picked up the studded paddle from where it was still laying across the bound
boys back. Introspectively, he idly ran his hand over the tender ass, knowing
that this was the last time the virgin territory was likely to feel this smooth and
soft. Backing up he hardened his eyes and began methodically working Hanks
ass over.

-----

Buddy was panting for breath and Hank was a sweat-streaming, trembling mess
by the time Buddy's arms were so sore he just couldn't beat Hank's ass any
more. Hank had been magnificent. Holding his ass up and taking his beating like
a real man -- But Buddy could tell that Hank was right at the edge of not being
able to handle any more. That was okay with Buddy because, more than
anything, beating Hanks eager submissive body had made Buddy so horny that
he had to either get a nut or explode. Stepping over the end of the sawhorse
Buddy roughly grabbed Hank's burning, almost bleeding asscheeks in his hard,
trembling hands. Pulling the abused flesh apart, Buddy plunged his cock into the
exposed hole in one hard thrust. Hank pulled up hard against his restraints.
Straining, working hard, doing his best to give pleasure to the cock of the man
who had treated him so well and brought him to this height of passion.

This hole was like nothing Buddy had ever heard of or experienced. Hot, almost
burning hot, it was a soft, mushy velvet lining filled with hot marshmallow
sauce. The tissue twisted and pulsed and pulled and tugged at his cock, but
without the tightness Buddy had experienced the only other times he'd
managed to fuck someone. This was something different. A totally complaisant,
accepting hole meant to be fucked and fucked and fucked without let or
hindrance. Buddy started slapping the manhandled asscheeks and crushing them
between his clenching fingers as he fucked the hole and forced Hank to his
limits, making the slobbering, moaning sex slave push himself to the limits to
bring the dominant male on his back the maximum amount of pleasure. Hank's
on cock and balls were now so sensitive that they had gone beyond any normal
need to ejaculate.

Buddy ejaculated madly into hot pillow he was fucking and had to back away
before the maelstrom sucked ALL the juices out of his body. Hank was still
humping and straining as hard as he could, obviously on the edge and in great
need. No way was Buddy's cock going to respond for a while after the
tremendous orgasm Hank had just brought him to, but he HAD to help his
friend. No way was Buddy going to leave the eager, man-pleasing stud
unfulfilled.

Buddy leaned forward and put one hand on the small of Hank's back. With the
other hand Buddy started finger-fucking Hank who responded by going wild.
Spreading and lifting his butt so Buddy could really work him over good. Buddy's
middle finger was quickly joined by his ring finger and then his other fingers. The
sloppy mixture of sweat, cum and ass fluids mixed with the boys eagerness and
it was only minutes before Buddy's muscles were straining and Hank was
spreading open further and further until Buddy's hand slid completely inside of
Hank. Once in, Buddy quickly made a fist and started giving Hank the fucking he
so badly needed.

Fist fucking Hank was an unimaginable pleasure for both Buddy AND Hank.
Buddy couldn't believe how good it felt to be fucking someone with his whole
fist and arm. Fucking the hole he'd opened up so well. Making Hank scream
through his gag and thrash around like a madman as he had one, and then
another and finally a third massive orgasm. The pre-orgasm swelling elongating
his cock to the maximum which made the clamps tear at his foreskin, forcing
the bell tightly against the bloated cockhead. The pressure held his first orgasm
in, making it feel as if Hank's balls would explode if they hadn't been imprisoned
so effectively. The backpressure just about killed Hank until he focused himself
and contracted every muscle in his body harder than he'd ever done before,
even during the hardest workout. Only with that amount of force could Hank
finally force his wad to lift the bell and escape.

Hank knew what was coming for his second orgasm and immediately totally let
go and went into a major convulsion that almost blew the bell right off his
cockhead. Only the tough inner collagen kept his foreskin from being ripped to
shreds.

Hanks crying and straining  finally got through to Buddy and he opened his gut
fucking fist and grabbed Hanks prostrate from the inside. Hank went off into his
final orgasm with a shudder that convulsed his whole body as if he were an
epileptic.

Buddy stood there, bent over, stroking Hank's back and slowly fist-fucking his
ass while Hank recovered.

When Hank was no longer in danger of falling off the sawhorse Buddy used his
free hand to unfasten Hank from the sawhorse. When Hank was ready Buddy
helped him get up and, hand still up his ass, walked him to the far end of
Tommy's refurbished playroom.

Both boys looked around wide-eyed as they entered he huge, black tiled
showerroom. Dark iron manacles hung on chains from the ceiling. Built-in
benches in both tile and stainless steel were set up to hold subjects in a variety
of positions. All sorts of clamps and rings and hooks festooned the walls and
ceiling. Both boys felt intimidated by the display, yet strangely aroused, even in
their currently depleted condition. Hank's knees were shaking so Buddy had him
hold himself up against the wall while Buddy carefully removed his hand from
Hank's now gaping asshole. The smell was suddenly awful and Buddy started the
showers on either side of them to warm the room up with steam and wash away
the mess. He carefully adjusted the water temperature of a garden hose
attached to a wall fitting and used it to was away the shit and sweat, cum and
ass juices that covered both boys by now. Buddy hosed both of them off and
then carefully inserted the running hose up Hank's ass. The warm water was
soon coming out just as fast as it was going in and Buddy did his best to ignore
the shit and slop that was pouring out over his hand as he rubbed Hank's back
and calmed him with a soft voice.

When the water coming out of Hank was totally clear, Buddy hosed the both of
them and the floor down good and then dropped the still running hose into a
contoured tile bathtub that was molded into the wall nearby. Carefully, gently,
Buddy removed first the head harness and neck bands and then dropped to one
knee and carefully removed all the equipment from Hank's genitals. He arranged
the stuff neatly on a shelf built into the wall behind them and then carefully
inspected Hank's cock and balls. Beyond a few small holes already closed with
blood clots, no apparent damage had been done to the handsome organs
except that the balls kept pulling upwards, trying to hide against the base of
Hank's fat cock, and then falling back down into their lower, stretched out
display position that Buddy found absolutely beautiful and enticing. He
wondered just how long Hank's balls could be stretched out, just knowing that
the longer they were, the better they would look, hanging and swinging
between the gorgeous studs well shaped legs. Kissing the abused foreskin first,
Buddy gently pulled it back and took Hank's entire cockhead into his mouth and
gave it a deep soul-kiss.

Hank turned to Buddy and took hold of his head, pushing his entire flaccid organ
into his mouth and down his throat. Buddy let him keep it there sucking and
swallowing on the bloating tool until Hank finally slithered the spit-slick and
half-turgid organ back out into the open air.

Buddy looked up and saw that Hank was crying. He stood up and took the much
taller boy into his arms and held him while Hank laid his head on top of the
shorter boys and cried out all the repressions he'd been living with for so many
years.

Once Hank had calmed down some Buddy got him moving and helped him climb
in to the big tile tub and sit down in the steaming water. Sheets of water
poured over the tile and washed across the floor, neatly removing the last
traces of Hank's deep enema as the worn out boy laid back in the tub, tears
softly, quietly coursing down his tired, sad looking face. Buddy watched him for
a minute to make sure he was going to be okay and then picked up the toys
he'd used and went back in the other room.

Still naked, dripping water on the highly polished floor, lithe body shinning pinkly
in the rooms lighting, Buddy would have provided an irresistible study for an
artist, had one been present. He stood at the sideboard, concentrating on
cleaning and lightly oiling the leather and metal before he put the various pieces
away where they belonged. He then went about the room, making sure
everything was as much like when he and Hank had entered the room as was
possible. The entire time he was working his mind was elsewhere however.
Thinking about Hank's needs --- and his own. About the team and Coach and
the football team and life and his mom and what was happening, to him and his
world, what was going to happen, what life meant and where it was headed. But
through it all, through all the thinking and imagining and hoping and planing and
wishing, one single theme stood out. One constant thought. One recurrent light
in his cosmos. Neil.



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Suddenly straightening up, Buddy took a deep breath that lead into an
expansive, cat-enjoyable, joint popping yawn that echoed around the
soundproofed room. What would be, Would Be.

Smiling, happy again, Buddy headed back into the shower, laughing out loud
when he saw Hank sprawled in the tub, arms and legs dangling over the sides so
that his poor ass was exposed to the gentle waves of warm water as the hose
moved back and forth lower down in the tub.

"How's your ass, Buddy?"

Laughing, pleased with the world and happy, Hank giggled, and then said, "Jes,
fine, Cowboy. You planning on putting on your spurs and riding it some more,
Buddy."

Laughing along with Hank, Buddy helped him out of the tub and, taking a big,
fluffy towel from a shelf, dried the giggling boy off. Hank was very playful and
they ended up drying each other off with the same towel.

Hank stopped and, towel wrapped around both boys, hugged Buddy with a
fierceness that belied his frivolity. "I wish we could be like this always!"

Buddy was suddenly uncomfortable. He really liked Hank, and didn't want to
hurt him. "Hank." Buddy said, reaching up and taking hold of the taller boys arm.
"I care about you. You're fun to be with and I really, really want you to be my
friend and play with me sometimes. But I getting really serious about Neil."
Tears started leaking out of Buddy's eyes. "I don't want to hurt you, Hank.
But..."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Hank said, tossing Buddy around in his towel clad arms, "I
didn't mean for you to drop Hank. I was just saying I wished life could always be
this much fun. Of course, I admit that I'm just a tiny, tiny bit jealous of Neil, the
lucky devil! Now wipe those tears off, or do you want the other guys to fuck a
cry-baby?"

Acting the eager, impetuous imp, Buddy excitedly asked, "Do you think they'd
like that?"

Laughing, Hank slapped Buddy's ass and chased after him when he ran out into
the other room. Catching each other, they swung each other around until they
were dizzy and laughing like maniacs. Hugging each other, they staggered
around, trying to keep from falling down. Wiping laugh tears out of his eyes,
Buddy finally pushed away from Hank, took him by the hand, lead him across
the room to the straight backed chair, sat down and pulled Hank across his lap.
"This is so I can be sure you're paying attention!" Buddy said in his most serious
voice.

A half-a-dozen stinging slaps later, Hank was definitely paying attention. Buddy
got them up and lead Hank over to the sideboard where he made him bend over
and put his head against the wall. Buddy looked around and picked up the
biggest buttplug he could find. A black rubber monster probably six inches long
and about ten inches around. He popped open a can of Crisco and greased up
the plug really good, wiping his greasy hand off in the trench of Hank's ass.
Buddy watched, amazed, as Hank's ass was spread open to accept the black
bulk. Hank started to protest when the widest part of the buttplug started its
way in, but a sharp swat to his rear shut him right up. Buddy twisted and turned
the dildo, the tight skin around Hank's ass wrinkling and stretching to
accommodate the brutal invader. Buddy was enjoying what he was doing to
Hank, wondering if he'd ever be able to take something that size up his ass,
when the game was cut short. The shoulder of the buttplug had just passed the
anal ring when the whole buttplug was pulled out of Buddy's hand. He watched
as Hank's guts sucked the playtoy right inside as the circular muscles of Hank's
anus and shit tube snapped shut around the neck of the plug. Hank groaned and
put his hand on his belly. Buddy stood him up.

Pointing his finger in a circular motion around the track Hank had followed in his
training on the lunge line, Buddy ordered, "Walk around and get used to that
thing!" Then he went in and washed the grease off his hands.

When Buddy came back, Hank was trying to walk around the room naturally, but
his legs were spread apart and he seemed to have to lean forward a bit as he
tried to walk.

"Good!" Buddy said. "The other guys will probably get a kick out of your
predicament!"

"You're not going to make me wear this thing..."

WACK!

Buddy slapped Hank across the face so hard he left a red handprint. Looking at
the startled boy, he deliberately used his other hand to slap Hank just as hard
on the other cheek. "You don't tell me what to do!" Buddy said in his most
aggressive voice. "You do what you're told to do!"

"Yes, Sir." The abashed and chastised boy said.

"And I'm telling you that when this party is over, and everyone else leaves, you
are going to go up to Tommy's bedroom and stand with your nose in the corner
until he comes upstairs and asks you what you're doing. When he does, you are
going to explain to him how you used his dungeon and his playtoys without
asking permission first and then you're going to bend over and show him the
buttplug and tell him that I said that only Tommy is allowed to remove it. Do
you understand me?"

"You mean....?"

"What I mean, Hank, is that you damn well better do exactly as I've told you to
do. I think you and Tommy were made for each other and I want to make damn
sure that Tommy finds out about you."

Springing wood so fast that Buddy wondered if he had a Jack-in-the-
box/mouth/asshole in his ancestry, Hank's mouth fell open. "You mean...?????"

"I mean I think it's time you went back to the party and let everyone,
INCLUDING Tommy, see you trying to walk around with that thing stuck up your
ass. What do you think?"

His cock swelling even larger, Hank nodded 'Yes' eagerly.

Buddy followed Hank up the stairs as the spraddle-legged now-eager athlete
tried to move as fast as he could. It was everything Buddy could do to keep
from bursting out laughing at Hank's movements as he awkwardly tried to climb
the steep steps.

Once in the bedroom, Hank gathered Buddy into his arms and soul-kissed him
deeply. Pulling back, he smiled down at this amazing new kid. "I think you're the
best friend I've ever had. Thank you, Buddy!"

Buddy leaned forward and nibbled on the bruised tit right in front of his nose.
"Yeah? Well..." he said, looking up at his new friend, "You ain't half-bad as a
friend yourself, you know!" He reached down and slapped Hank's now tender
ass. "Now get out of here and see if you can't make Tommy wonder just
exactly what the hell is going on with you." An evil grin spread across Buddy's
face and he winked at his tall buddy as Hank stood up as tall as he could and
walked out of the room with as much dignity and pride in himself as he could
muster.

Wondering if Neil and Tommy might not like to share the dungeon --- and their
playmates ---- sometime, Buddy smiled at the receding back of his new friend
and laid down on the bed to await his next adventure...


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