POOLSHARK
part I
Written: Feb 20, 1994

Written by Deland Vincent (a.k.a. tristan@metroslave.com)
for your pleasure...


	This stranger was becoming more and more fascinating by the moment.
It was a beautiful house.  That practically goes without saying in the
neighborhood we were in.  I had only recently moved to Atlanta, but I knew
that this was a very nice area.  He had said that he preferred to live
modestly.  I knew he had money, but I guess he was very rich and probably
very vain if this was his idea of modest.
	Richard was a handsome man.  I wouldn't have made the bet if he
hadn't been.  He wasn't at all what I would call beautiful.  He's the type
of guy I wouldn't have been attracted to if he hadn't intrigued me so.  He
had brown eyes and dark blonde hair which he kept short, almost like a
military cut.  His goatee was small and trimmed very close to the face.  As
much as I normally don't care for facial hair, it was just enough to
complement his features.  He was obviously a young man, and it helped him
carry off an air of intelligence and sophistication that seemed beyond his
years.  He was a little taller than me and his legs seemed strong.  I judged
he was in very good condition, but his build wasn't very large.  Size is
something I make note of.  I've always been a little more comfortable with
men smaller than me.  I guess it's a control thing.  I have a large build
thanks to frequent work outs.
	I was what some call a pool shark.  That term always makes me think
of sharks in a swimming pool.  A ludicrous thought, but probably a good
analogy for me.  A shark could catch someone quite off guard in a pool.  I'm
a very good pool player.  Modesty aside, I'm among the best.  I used to make
most of my money in pool halls.  Of course, it wasn't enough to be a good
pool player.  I had to be good at people.  I had to be able to judge them,
both there skill and their sincerity.  I had to know if they were going to
make good on a bet.  A good shark knows to throw a game or two to give his
opponent a false sense of confidence, but I had to be careful, lest I make
it obvious.  I could drive up the bet that way.  It's a balancing act.
Eventually, I got tired of it.  Mostly, I was tired of the constant
travelling.  I couldn't stay in one place for very long before I was all out
of tricks.  People knew too much about me.  I still love the game, and I
still bet when I can.  It's just not the same without something riding on
it.  Now I play mostly at the clubs and bars where it's much more casual.
There aren't many bets.
	Richard and I had been playing all night.  We had been betting too.
A nice change of pace.  I could tell he could afford to.  He seemed to be
playing for fun.  The money just seemed to spice it up for him, I think.  Of
course, I was enjoying my old game.  I'm not talking about pool.  I wanted
to see what I could get out of this.  Needless to say, I wasn't playing at
my best, and he seemed oblivious enough of this fact.  At the level I was
playing, we seemed pretty closely matched.  I had let him win a couple of
games.  We were up to fifty a game.  I decided it was time to move forward.
	"Do you want to up the risk a little, maybe win some of your money
back?  I can afford to now that I've won a few games."
	He seemed surprised for a moment and then seemed to be thinking as
he tapped his que against his chin.
	"How much risk are we talking about?".
	He was trying to sound cautious.  My instincts were telling me
something at this point.  There was something in his look at that moment.
It was like he was trying to guage me in some way.  I felt like I was
looking into the eyes of another shark.  I think he sensed my hesitancy.  He
could tell I wanted to back down.
	"How does a thousand sound?" he suddenly rattled off, rather
conifidently.  That did it.  I wanted out.
	"Shit! Way out of my range, I'm afraid."
	He wasn't fooling me.  I knew he was up to something.  It just
surprised me that he expected me to fall for it.  I knew now he must be a
much better player, but he wasn't very good at sharking.
	"I didn't expect you to have that much on you.  It doesn't have to
be an even bet.  I can afford to risk a little.  I'm feeling lucky."
	He was grinning.  Now I knew he was a much better player.  "How
uneven do you mean?" I asked.
	"How about, if you win, a thousand dollars.  If I win, you have to
spend the night at my house.  I'll even promise not to take advantage of
you.  You won't have to do anything you don't want to."
	I wasn't sure what to think at this point.  It was flattering to
think he was willing to risk a thousand dollars just for the chance to take
me home with him.  Was he some kind of rich lonely weirdo?  Worse yet, was
he some kind of psycho.  The situation was getting tense, because
apparently, a few ears had heard "a thousand dollars" and the word must have
spread quickly.  People were gathering around the table and there was a lot
of murmuring.  I started thinking through my options.  The fact was, he
still didn't really know how good I was.  Not many people in this town did.
He's probably underestimating me.  I doubt a psychotic killer would try to
trick someone into coming home with him in front of all of these people
watching with such curiosity.  He seemed to know what I was thinking.
	"Several people here know me, including Dave."  He indicated the
bartender.  Dave nodded and smiled.  "They'll vouch that you can trust me."
	"And I don't have to do anything I don't want to do?" I re-affirmed.
	He shook his head no with a slight grin.  What did I have to lose.
I have to admit, I was finding the idea of going home with him, not entirely
unpleasant.  What's so bad about going home with an attractive, eccentric
rich guy.  Besides, I was planning on making a thousand bucks off him, so it
didn't matter.
	"Let's go."
	I'd let him win the last game so it was his turn to break.  He lit
up a Salem light.  It was the first time I'd seem him smoke all evening.
	"I only smoke when I play." he said.
	We were playing Eight-ball.  He sank two solids and a stripe.  He
then proceeded to sink the rest of the solids and the eight-ball.  Twice, he
made the que-ball jump other balls.  He seemed very proud of this little
trick which he was particularly good at.  I've done it, but I prefer not to.
It's usually not a very reliable shot.
	I never got a turn.  I might have had a chance if he had ever missed
just one shot.  How humiliating.  I can stand to lose a game of pool, but I
can't stand being out-sharked.
	Now I'm sitting on a beautiful black leather couch in his living
room. It's connected to a matching love seat with a mahogany end table.
There's no coffee table.  He has an entertainment center that covers the
entire wall opposite.  Shelves on either side hold a large video tape
collection, all in black cases with white labels.
	When we came in there was a man sitting indian style by the door on
the floor, as if he had been waiting there patiently for Richard to come
home.  Richard didn't introduce us.  He immediatly told him to get us
drinks.  The man sprang to his feet and walked quickly to the kitchen.  He
was wearing a plain lose white tank top and knee length sweat pants.  He was
breathtakingly beautiful.  He had dirty blonde hair, almost shoulder length
that tended to fall down over his eyes, which were grey-blue.  He had very
fine, chiseled features and smooth skin.  His face had the slightest hint of
femininity to it, but there was no doubt of his gender when I saw the
definition of his chest and shoulders.  He was incredibly muscular and lean,
although, like Richard, he didn't have a very large build.  This, along with
the fact that he was only 5'8" or so made him look very young.  I imagine he
was in his early twenties.  When he rose, it became obvious that he wasn't
wearing underwear.  He shook his hair quickly out of his eyes and I saw that
he had both ears pierced with small silver rings.
	"You have a man-servant.  I can see why you allow him to dress so
casually.  He's beautiful."
	Richard smiled, "Yes, isn't he.  I'm very proud of him.  I won him
several years ago in a pool game."
	He was still smiling at me, waiting for my reaction.  I was staring
at him with surprise waiting for him to go on.  He didn't indulge me.  His
servant was returning with our drinks.  Richard had asked him to bring me a
rum and coke as I had ordered in the bar.  He handed us our drinks.
Richard's looked similiar to mine.  I thanked him but Richard didn't bother.
Richard snapped his fingers in front of him at the floor.  I was aghast as
the man immediatly took off his clothes and tossed them against the wall.
There was a device, a type of cockring but made of terry cloth like a
sweatband, that seemed to cause his erect penis to protrude more under his
garments.  The man then dropped to all fours where the coffee table should
have been and Richard placed his drink on the man's back which was being
held level.  I think I was shocked into submission.  I couldn't think of how
to react so I didn't.  I merely took a large sip of my drink and stared
Richard right in the eyes.  I couldn't bare to look at the poor man on the
floor, lovely as he was.  That drink had ice in it, and I'm sure it was
making him most uncomfortable.
	"It's O.K. to look at him.  It's O.K. to touch him if you like."
	Richard was smiling.  He was enjoying my shock tremedously.  "Go
ahead." he continued.  He then leaned over and started stroking the boy's
buttocks, but he continued looking at me.  "You certainly don't have to.
That was the agreement.  However, you do have to stay, so you might as well
make the best of it.  I'm going to fuck him if you don't do anything, and
you'll just have to sit here and watch."
	I looked down at him.  I noticed now, upon closer inspection, that
he was incredibly smooth, unnaturally so.  Apparently even his genitals had
been shaved.  Not a hair had been allowed to remain on his body.
	Sounding a little perturbed, I asked, "Could you introduce us
perhaps?".
	"Yes.  Of course.  This is Taven.  Taven, say hello to Frank."
	"Hello, Sir."  The boy replied.
	His voice was deep and soft.  A bit surprising, as it reminded me
that he was not as young as he appeared.  I couldn't see his face anymore
due to the hair hanging down, but he seemed to be grimacing a little from
the sound of his voice.  Certainly, it was from the pain of the cold glass
against his back.  I could see that condensation was dripping down both of
his sides from it.
	"Taven is my lover."
	Richard picked up his glass and took a sip.  He then held up the
boy's face and gently pushed the hair aside.  Taven looked straight ahead,
expressionless, as he had been all along.
	"Isn't he beautiful?" Richard asked me sincerely.
	"He's very attractive."
	We were talking about him like he wasn't there.  I was staring now
at Taven's face.  It was enthralling.  Richard had taken his hand away, but
Taven held his position.  He started to grimace again, ever so slightly.  It
was as if he were trying not to react.  Richard was doing something around
his butt again.  He had taken an ice cube from his glass and was rubbing it
around Taven's butthole.  After he had melted the edges down a bit, he
pushed it into the hole.  Richard's grin was gone now.  He seemed enraptured
by his task.  He did this again with another cube.  Taven's grimace was much
more pronounced now.  His breathing was louder.  He had dropped his head now
as he seemed focussed on dealing with the pain.  Richard lifted his head
again and pushed the hair out of his face.  He was shivering slightly.
	"Push them out." he commanded Taven.  He was holding his hand
between Taven's legs.  A slightly smaller piece of ice popped out into his
hand followed by a surprisingly clear trickle of water.  "Where's the other
one?"
	"I think it is gone now, Sir." Taven answered quietly.  Richard then
put the ice into Taven's mouth and Taven proceeded to lick the rest of the
water from his hand.
	This was all making me uncomfortable, but it was arousing me at the
same time.  I didn't want it to arouse me, but seeing Taven doing anything
even vaguely sexual would have had an effect on me.
	"Touch him." Richard suggested again with a smile.  "You can do
anything you like with three exeptions: You may not hurt him, you may not do
anything unsafe, and you may not make him cum, at least not until I say it's
O.K.  These are my privileges only, as his master."
	By their actions, I could tell that it was completely innappropriate
for me to talk to Taven, except perhaps to command him.  It was as if he had
no will of his own; not even his own personality save that which Richard
shaped of him.  Suddenly I felt at ease to enjoy him.  It was obviously what
Richard wanted, and therefore it was what Taven wanted.  As I reached under
him to carress his chest and stomach I saw that his penis was still quite
turgid and quivering as I got closer to it.  I looked over at Richard to
find that he was watching my hand.  Taven's penis was not especially long,
but it was somewhat thick.  He was oozing precum into my hand.  I looked to
Richard again for approval as I held my slick hand to Taven's face.  Taven
proceeded as was expected of him and cleaned off my hand.  His tongue seemed
quite agile as it probed between my fingers.
	"Why don't you make yourself more comfortable?" Richard asked.  He
glanced briefly down at my crotch.
	"This is crazy.  I can't believe I'm doing this."
	I'm pretty proud of my body so this wasn't too difficult, but I had
to at least make the pretense of embarrassment.  I started by removing my
shirt.  Taven was still staring straight ahead.  I wanted him to look at me.
I unbuckled my belt and lifted up briefly so I could push my jeans and
underwear down.  I caught him discreetly stealing a glance at my crotch as
my member, already erect of course, slapped up against my hard stomach.
	"Aren't you going to join us?  I'm feeling kind of vulnerable right
now."
	"Yes, I know." he said grinning.  "I will be shortly.  Taven, stick
out your tongue for Frank."
	For the first time, the boy was not so quick to respond.  Taven
looked up at Richard, defiantly I think.
	"I'm sorry Taven.  I meant 'for me', so that I may watch him
enjoying you.  It will make me very happy."  Taven pushed his tongue out as
far as he could.  This little game seemed pretty complex.
	I got down on my knees and rubbed the head of my dick against his
tongue.  Soon pre-cum and saliva were dripping down his chin.  I turned
sideways now and started thrusting the length across his tongue.  He kept it
curled against the underside of my dick while his upper lip rested on top.
I had my hand nestled in his thick head of hair against the back of his head
so I could guide him.  Then, feeling somewhat bolder, I faced him again and
easily sank the full length down his throat giving him no time to adjust.
He struggled briefly to keep from gagging for a few moments but soon he was
having no problem accomadating me.  He seemed relieved that the teasing was
over.  His eyes were half closed in an expression of satisfaction.
	"I want him to look at me." I told Richard.
	"Taven, do as Frank says." Richard commaned.
	Taven's beautiful eyes looked up at me as I was fucking his mouth.
It was obvious that he was enjoying this.  I know I couldn't be doing it
otherwise.  I reached under him to stroke his member.  He moaned the instant
I touched it.
	"Be careful," Richard warned, "he hasn't cum for several days."
	"If I had this beautiful man completely at my beck and call, as you
do, I'd make love to him much more often than that."
	"Oh I have, often, but he's not usually allowed to cum.  Tonight
we'll make him cum more than you believe possible."  Richard took off his
shirt.  He was lean and muscular with just a little blonde chest hair.
	"I'm ready to join in now." he said, smiling.
	He pulled a condom from his shirt pocket and told Taven to put it on
for me.  I waited patiently while Taven bit open the package and spread it
over my dick.  Richard lubricated Taven's hole and wiped the excess lube on
a towel.  He took off his pants and came around to face Taven while I lubed
myself up and prepared to fuck him.  Richard's member was long and thick,
and his balls were shaved.  He started pushing it in slowly.  When it was
completely buried, he left it there until Taven gagged, then pulled it out.
With each push, it took a little longer to make him gag.  He did this
several times before he started taking long slow strokes which the boy
managed easily now.
	I spread his buttcheeks and slowly pushed into him.  It wasn't long
before I was keeping up with Richard's pace.  After a while of this, Richard
said it was O.K. to make him cum now.  He asked if I wanted to do it.  I
started stroking Taven with each thrust of my dick.  In just a few seconds,
Taven was starting to cum.  I allowed myself to cum into the condom now that
I had completed my task.
	Richard still had his dick in his mouth about halfway but he wasn't
thrusting anymore.  He seemed to know the exact moment when the boy was
going to cum and he had his hand ready to catch it.  When he pulled his hand
back, Taven's cum had collected in his palm.  He pulled his dick out and
spread it on before putting it back in Taven's mouth.  He pulled out after a
few strokes to let Taven lick the excess from his lips where it had
collected.  Richard's breathing was getting very heavy.  He started fucking
Taven's face more vigorously.  Soon it was obvious that he was cumming, but
the evidence was never to be seen.  Taven greedily swallowed as it was
produced.  I held the base of the condom to make sure nothing spilled and
pulled out.
	I realized that I was still holding the boy's dick.  It only
softened for a moment after he came.  It had already hardened in my hand.  I
quickly cleaned my hands and my dick.  Then I suprised Richard and Taven
both when I lifted Taven and flipped him onto the couch.  I started licking
his dick up and down before engulfing it.  I had to open my mouth wide but
it wasn't too long for me to go all the way down on easily enough.  It was
still exquisitly hard.  I stopped for a moment and reached for Richard's
member which was still partially flaccid.  He pushed my hand aside.
	"I'm sorry," he said, "only Taven touches me there."
	I didn't bother to comtemplate this irony for long.  I went back to
sucking this beautiful boy.  Richard was kissing him now while he twisted
and pinched his nipple.  Then Richard climbed up onto the couch and squatted
over Taven's face.  Richard's huge member started rising again.  His eyes
were closed.  He seemed to be in ectsasy.  Taven was darting his tongue in
and out of Richard's hole.
	"Make him cum now!" Richard commanded between gasps.
	I started stroking Taven while I sucked on his balls.  Richard was
stroking himself.  They both came onto Taven's stomach.  It was starting to
ooze between the hard muscles of his abdomen when Richard quickly scooped it
up into both hands.  He climbed off of the boy's face and started feeding it
to him as Taven sat up to accept it.  Richard smeared what was left all over
the boy's face.
	"Can I rim him?" I asked eagerly.
	"Yes.  Just be sure you don't insert your tongue."
	"Of course not," I assured him.
	I grabbed Taven's calves and held them up as I started flicking my
tongue around his sweet hole.  It wasn't long before I had to bury my face
between his hard buttcheeks.  I was licking the crevice now with long
strokes but I was keeping my promise not to invade him.  It was making Taven
and me both hard again.  Richard ordered Taven to stroke himself.  It took
him longer to cum this time, but that was fine with me.  I was enjoying
myself.  Again, Richard fed him his own cum.  Taven ate it as was expected
of him, but he seemed less enthusiastic about it this time.  His dick was
completely flaccid for the first time.  Richard looked down at my cock which
was very hard now.
	"Can he handle being fucked again?" I asked.
	Richard looked down at Taven.  I could tell from Taven's face that
he didn't like this idea.  After cumming several times, I could understand
why.
	"I'll suck him again for you." he begged Richard.
	"Now Taven, that wouldn't be very fair to him, would it?  That may
be fine for me, but he can't cum in your mouth.  He'd have to stroke himself
off.  If he fucks you he can cum into the condom."
	Taven looked distressed.  He wanted to make Richard understand that
he was too sensitive right now, but he didn't dare protest.  I didn't want
to make Taven uncomfortable.
	"Sucking is fine with me." I said sincerely.
	"No, it's not O.K."  Richard sounded agitated.  "You can suck him
for a while, Taven, until you're a little more rested, but you're going to
let him fuck you.  He's my guest and he's to be treated with hospitality.
Don't be selfish.  You've had more orgasms than I normally allow you in a
week, and Frank's only had one."
	"Yes Sir.  I'm sorry for being so selfish." Taven answered.  He
sounded like a child who'd just been chastized.  He seemed sincerely
embarrassed for having even suggested not doing as I asked.  This man had
him truly conditioned for submission.  He immediatly dropped to his hands
and knees again and started suckling me.  His saliva was dripping from his
tongue which he kept extended so that it brushed against my balls with each
stroke.  I think he wanted to bring me close so I would'nt have to fuck him
for long.  I let him suck me for a while, knowing he needed some time before
I fucked him again.  I reached under him and felt his penis.  It was not
completely flaccid, but it still wasn't fully erect.
	"I'm ready now sir." he said with his head down.
	"Get him ready, Taven." Richard ordered as he handed Taven another
condom which he had retrieved from his shirt.
	Taven bit open the package and spread the fresh condom onto me.  He
then lubed it up for me and started to reach for the towel.  Richard stopped
him.
	"No, Taven.  Wipe the rest on your own dick and turn around for
him."
	Taven did as he was asked.  Richard lubed Taven's hole very
thoroughly for me.
	"Don't rush, Frank.  This is for your enjoyment.  Taven, keep
stroking yourself.  Frank's going to make you cum again."
	Now I was excited about the idea of making the boy cum again.  It
would be no small feat, I thought.  I started fucking him, testing out
different angles and speeds to see what seemed to have the best effect.
Taven seemed to be over his hyper-sensitivity already as we managed to get
him aroused again.  Richard was stroking the back of his neck as I fucked
him.  I touched Taven's penis briefly to find that he was erect again.
Richard seemed surprised to find that he was getting erect again too.  He
moved around to Taven's face once again and started fucking it.
	"Taven, you musn't cum until Frank is done."
	I took this as my que and increased my pace until my moans
advertised that I was finally finished.  Immediatly after, Richard was
showing signs of climax.  He pulled out, grabbed Taven's hair with one hand,
and pulled his head back so that he could cum all over Taven's face.  Taven
rose up so he was standing on his knees to finish stroking himself.  Richard
was holding the boy's face between his hands now and watching intently as
Taven came.  I wrapped my arms around Taven's waist and plunged my tongue
into his ear.  I was still inside him.  This time Richard was far too
distracted to catch Taven's cum and it spattered on his thighs.  He wiped
his own cum from Taven's face and fed it to him.  Then he stood up and held
Taven's face to his thighs so he could clean them.
	"I think Taven could go for a drink of water right now." I couldn't
help saying.  Richard ignored me.
	"We need to be cleaned up, Taven.  Go put your clothes back on and
run Frank a hot bath."
	I was dying to know more about this strange man and this even
stranger relationship.
	"I have to ask, Richard.  Why did you let me have sex with your
lover, but not let me touch you?  Your the one who went to such trouble to
get me here."
	"I'm completely monogomous by choice.  Taven is too, in a way.  He
had sex with you only to please me.  It's hard to explain why I make him do
it.  It's just another way for me to manipulate him.  Don't misunderstand.
I chose you because you're very attractive and I knew Taven would think so
too.  I want him to enjoy it.  Of course, I would never admit that to him.
It's all part of the game.  But all that is secondary to the fact that his
primary focus throughout it all is to follow my wishes as obediantly as
possible."
	His eyes had glazed over like he was thinking on this intently.
	"That's what turns me on so much, and that's what turns him on so
much.  He is completely mine.  I am constantly testing his obediance and he
is constantly proving it to me."
	I was still curious.  "You said you won him in a poolgame.  How did
you manage that?"
	"It's late and that's a long story.  We'll talk in the morning."
	When Taven returned, he was again dressed in the comfortable looking
clothes as before.  His face still had the dried cum on it, so he hadn't had
a chance to clean up yet.
	"Your going to bathe our guest and make him as comfortable as you
can." Richard told him.
	I followed Taven to a spacious restroom and a spacious steaming tub
where he washed me.  He dried me off and helped me put on a beautiful silk
robe of oriental design.
	That night I slept with them.  Taven was in the middle.  Richard had
the bed rigged with fasteners in several places so he could strap Taven's
wrists and ankles wherever he wanted.  The straps gave him some freedom of
movement.  He could turn over, but he couldn't put his hands down to his
sides or pull his legs up far.  Somehow, he seemed very comfortable.
Watching Richard strap him to the bed was almost like watching a parent tuck
in a child for the night.  They kissed when it was done and Richard climbed
in next to him and they fell quickly to sleep.  I lay awake for a while
after thinking about all that had happened that night.  Before long I had my
arm wrapped around Taven and my face buried in his hair and finally dozed
off.

	The next morning I woke to find myself alone in the bed with Taven.
He was awake on his back and my arm was still around him.  My hand drifted
slowly down to his penis.  It began hardening in my hand.  He tried to
remain expressionless.  I remembered that I wasn't allowed to make him cum,
so I shouldn't be arousing him.  I asked him if he wanted me to unstrap him.
	"Richard said to remain until you woke.  I guess it's up to you,
Sir."
	"Don't call me Sir.  I'm not Richard."
	I kissed him deeply before unstrapping him.  He permitted me, but
there was no reaction.  Without Richard here, I suppose he wasn't allowed
pleasure.  At least he wasn't allowed to show it.  He got up and pulled out
a pair of soft cotton shorts and another terrycloth cockring and put them
on.  Then he waited for me to leave before following me out.  Richard made
him fix a breakfast of pancakes and sausage for us.  Taven sat on the floor
next to the table while Richard and I talked and ate.
	I began inquiring about their relationship.  I wanted to know why
Taven allowed Richard to treat him like he did.  It seemed natural now to
talk about Taven like he wasn't there.  Richard told me again that he had
won Taven in a poolgame and it was therefore his obligation to serve him.
Before long Richard promised to tell me more but he changed the subject.  He
made small talk until we were done eating.  Then he told Taven to help me
dress.  As I was getting ready to go he stopped me at the door.
	"Taven, bring me your diaries."
	Taven suddenly looked very shocked.  He went over to Richard and
dropped to his knees.  He held Richard's hand to his face and I saw his lips
forming the word "please".  He looked hurt.  He was silently pleading with
him.  Richard wouldn't yield.  He simply looked down at him sternly while
Taven looked back up and planted kisses on his hand.  Finally, he realized
it was no use and he got up and walked to a back room.  He came back with
two books and gave them to Richard.  Richard gave them to me.
	"These will answer all of your questions.  I think you'll find them
very entertaining also.  Take your time.  You can return them whenever
you're done."
	Taven couldn't bare to look at me.  He was staring down at the
floor.  I felt terrible for Taven.  Richard was giving away Taven's private
thoughts to practically a complete stranger.  This almost seemed more
intimate than what we had shared last night.
	"I doubt I'll have time to read them." I said after looking at Taven
who seemed about to cry.
	Richard knew I was lying.
	"Make the time.  It will be worth your while.  If you really want to
understand us better, this is the best way.  Trust me."
	I gave in to my curiousity.  I really did want to read them, but I
couldn't help feeling pity for Taven.  I went over to him and pushed his
luxurious hair out of his eyes.
	"Your secrets will be safe with me."' I whispered.
	Then I leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek before
leaving.


POOLSHARK Part II Written: April 15, 1994

Written by Deland Vincent (a.k.a. tristan@metroslave.com) for your
pleasure...


	When I started reading Taven's diaries, I was sitting on the living
room couch.  The television was providing background noise to give me a
vague feeling of company.  The windows were open to let in the fresh air.
It was a beautiful sunny day out.  However, soon I found that I was going to
need some privacy to complete them.  I moved to my bedroom and got in a
comfortable reading position on my bed.  It wasn't long before I had to set
down the book and strip down.
	The early entries were rather long as they encompassed a rather long
period of time.  Taven apparently had not been keeping up the diary
regularly so he had a lot of catching up to do.  Richard seemed to be right.
It was answering a lot of questions and was proving to be quite
entertaining.


Taven's diaries:

July 17, 1991

	I've never kept a diary before.  I'm not complaining, but I guess my
life has been relatively uneventful, up to now.  I've never been much of a
writer either, but what need do I have to make excuses since this is just
for my own record anyway.  I could never let anyone read what I'm about to
spill into this little book.  Some of Richard's closest friends know a lot
of what I'm going through, but at least my thoughts can be private.  Maybe
that's why Richard gave me this book; so I could have something private.
Certainly nothing else in my life is private anymore.  I'm not even allowed
to shut the door when I go to the restroom.  He says diaries can be very
therapeutic, serving as a sort of emotional dump.
	Tomorrow is my birthday.  This diary was my present from Richard.
He had to go out of town today and suggested I use the time to catch up on
it.  I'll get to go home for a birthday party this Saturday, but Richard is
throwing me a party tomorrow night.
	I've just gotten back from my daily visit to the gym.  In addition
to that fatigue, Jeremy, Richard's man-servant, has exhausted me as he
always does when Richard is out.  I wouldn't mind it if Richard didn't
forbid him to let me come.  I can only do that with Richard's permission,
and of course he doesn't give it often.  The last time I did was six days
ago, which is longer than usual.  Richard says he's saving me up for my
birthday.  I'm looking forward to my party, but I'm more excited about sex
with Richard after the party.  I'll finally get some relief.
	I learned a while ago that Jeremy is completely loyal to Richard, so
I can never talk him into a bit of leniency.  No doubt Richard pays him
insane amounts, not to mention his fringe benefits, of which I am one.  It's
not as bad as I thought it would be.  Jeremy and Richard both are kind
enough to massage my balls after sex to keep the blood from collecting too
much.  It relieves most of the soreness.
	Richard owns a software design company that he started himself.  He
does a lot of his work from his office here in the house.  Jeremy tells me
that he owns a lot of stock too.  He can do his trading from the terminal on
his computer.  What it all adds up to is he's very wealthy, and he can set
his own hours, of which he doesn't have many.  He's got other people doing
most of the management now.
	Our formal relationship started on March 12th.  I remember the exact
date because that's the date on the contract.  He actually wrote one up.  We
met a couple months before that.  Richard seemed like a completely different
person then.  I still have trouble accepting the bizarre situation I'm in.
It usually hits me pretty hard in the morning just after waking.  Funny how
your real life just kind of turns off when you sleep.  My dreams don't seem
to have any connection to my real life.  Then, when I wake up, my real life
comes flooding back to me.  Just last night I dreamt I was a deep sea
fisherman.  It all seemed perfectly familiar to me at the time even though I
don't know a damn thing about deep sea fishing.  Then a shark got involved
in the dream somehow.  I woke up shortly after that point and all the
details got fuzzy.
	It troubles me how deceptive Richard was, but I can't help the
intense attraction that I feel for him despite all he's done.  He seduced me
in those first couple of months.  I really fell in love with him.  I was
starting to think about the kind of future we could have together.  He said
he was thinking the same things.  I guess it was all to soften me up for his
plans.  We played a lot of pool.  I'm pretty good.  He let me think he was a
beginner and that I was teaching him.  Just when he got to the point where
he could win every now and then, he convinced me to make a bet with him.  He
knew I didn't have much money.  He said if I won he'd pay for my first two
years of college at Tech.  If he won, I would be his for two years.  When I
asked him to clarify he said that he would own me, in every sense.  At the
time, I certainly didn't take him literally.  I just thought he was being
romantic.
	I basically perceived this as a marriage proposal.  I was very
flattered.  We hadn't had sex yet.  I'd made it clear that I wanted to, but
he said he wanted to wait, that it would be special that way.  I'd been
waiting on tables since graduation and trying to save money and figure out
some way to go to school.  In the meantime I'd had my share of meaningless
sex.  No one I met seemed to be interested in a real relationship.  Now this
wonderful man had come along and offered to banish my problems with love and
money.  I feel just a little guilty that his money excited me.  I tell
myself that it shouldn't matter.  Still, I liked him a lot even before I
knew.
	Well, I took the bet, sure that I would win.  He made sure there
were plenty of witnesses.  I can't possibly describe my feelings when he won
before I'd even gotten a shot.  He lit up a cigarette and then sank
everything.  It was the first and last time I ever saw him smoke.
	There were just too many things going through my head.  For a moment
I actually thought he might just be very lucky.  It sank in later that I'd
been tricked.  My whole world turned upside down.  He didn't give me too
much time to think things through.  Right after the eight ball he grinned at
his friends that were watching.  A few of them were laughing quietly.  Then
he grabbed my arm and led me out to his car.  He took me to his stock
broker's office and opened a money market account for me with $50,000.  The
purpose of this, he said, was to compensate me for my time and secure the
agreement I had made with him.  Then he took me to where I work and told me
to quit with no notice.  Finally, he dropped me off at home and told me to
pack.  He was going to be back the next day to take me home with him for the
next two years.  I was beginning to realize he was serious about this.  It
was hard to get my parents to accept that I was moving out so suddenly.  I
just told them that I'd been offered a position as a live-in man servant
that would help me save a lot of money for school.
	When we got to his house he dismissed Jeremy and took me straight
down to his rec-room.  I'd never been down there before.  He had a pool
table.  He made me strip.  I asked why he wasn't getting undressed, but he
just said to do as I was told and reminded me that I was completely his now.
He used long red straps that went under the pool table and attached to my
wrists and ankles to keep me spread-eagled on my stomach.  They weren't
attached to anything so I could pull one hand in but it would cause my other
hand to be pulled away from me.  I was really afraid of what might happen,
but he was telling me that there was nothing to be afraid of.  He promised
he wouldn't hurt me.  I felt like I knew him and could trust him.  I'd
already fallen for him and I was looking forward to finally consummating our
relationship, even if he needed it to be a little kinky.
	"Do you like me?" he said.
	"I thought I did, but why are you doing this?" I asked.
	"I've wanted you for a long time, Taven; longer than you probably
realize.  And I always get what I want.  I think I've been very fair about
this and I expect you to cooperate.  You'll like it once you get used to a
few things."
	He then unzipped his black jeans and pulled out a rather large
member.  He grabbed my hair and lifted my head up as he rested it on the
edge of the table so I could get a close-up view.
	"Do you like it?" he asked with a grin.
	"I guess so." I answered.
	I was afraid to say no.  The size did unnerve me a little but I
tried not to show it.
	"That's good", he said, "because this is your one and only god now.
You're going to worship it before all others with evangelical enthusiasm.
This will be the primary focus of your life for the next two years.  Tonight
I'm giving you a chance to let it sink in, just what you've gotten yourself
into."
	With that he put a rubber on and fucked me for the first time.  He
gave me practically no time to adjust as he pushed into me, and it had been
a while since anyone had been inside me, let alone someone so big.  It was
exquisitely painful at first, but soon the pain faded and only the ecstacy
remained.  I wanted so badly to be able to touch myself.  It seemed to last
forever before I finally sensed he was done.  He shocked me by leaving me
and turning out the lights without allowing me release.  I begged him
shamelessly, but to no avail.  He never touched my cock which was extremely
hard by then and was being pressed between me and the table.  I cried myself
to sleep that night.
	A couple hours later he woke me and started finger fucking me, first
with one finger then two.  He stroked my balls as he was doing this which
only caused me more frustration.  Then he climbed onto the table and jacked
off onto my back leaving the mess to dry.  I tried to get him to explain why
he was being so cruel and he seemed to get a little angry.  He put a
plastic, phallic-like gag on me that went several inches into my mouth.  It
had a tunnel down the middle that allowed me to breath through it if
necessary.  I've learned since then that this is a safety measure to keep me
from choking if my nose were to get stuffed up.  Actually, if I'd wanted to
scream, it would have done nothing to stop me, but it did prevent
intelligible speech.  He then inserted a dildo that strapped on so I
couldn't push it out and left me again in the dark, more frustrated than I
could ever remember being.  I didn't understand how I could be aroused by
these things.  I was even upset with myself that it excited me.  I tried to
turn on my side to free my engorged cock but this was impossible to do for
long with the straps.  The gag caused me to salivate a lot and my face was
in a puddle of it before I finally dosed off.
	When he woke me next, it was morning.  I think my dick had finally
gotten flaccid at some point, but when I woke I had a pee hard-on.  I've
heard it's almost physically impossible to pee when your dick is hard;
something about a little valve that closes in the urinary tract.  Maybe its
a defense measure of the body to keep you from wetting yourself when you're
asleep, and right then, I really needed to relieve myself, so my cock
refused to relax.
	He brought a tall glass of water in with him.  My mouth was very dry
so I hoped it was for me and not just something he would torment me with.
He unstrapped my right wrist and ankle and helped me to sit up.  My hand
approached my dick.  I wasn't thinking about exactly why, but I guess I was
just going to massage a little of the soreness out.  It was a reflexive
action, but before I even realized I was doing it he had snatched my wrist
up and held it there.
	He said through gritted teeth, "You will never again touch yourself
there unless I tell you to!  And don't ask me if you can touch yourself
there either.  If you do, it will be that much longer before I allow you to.
When you use the restroom, you will sit down and aim the best you can
without your hands.  I'll have to go with you for a while until I feel I can
trust you.  Hopefully, you'll want to earn my trust as much as I want to
give it to you.  Often, your lust will make you very hard and you will have
the desire to press your cock against something to relieve the pressure.
You must resist this urge, as this is not allowed either.  I do make one
exception though.  As long as you are squatting, you may press it against my
leg like a dog.  You don't even need to ask my permission to do this."  He
removed the gag.  "Do you understand completely?"
	"Yes, Sir." I whimpered.
	How kind of him, I thought sarcastically.  He held the glass to my
lips and gave me time to get a good drink.
	"I haven't told you to call me that, but I had planned to.  You
learn quickly.  I had expected as much." he said.
	It's embarrassing now when I remember that he had me on the verge of
tears.  I was thinking of how I could get out of this.  Of course I didn't
take it seriously in the bar when he said I was to be his completely.  I was
thinking about the money he had deposited in my name.  He had kept his end
of the deal making it clear that he took it very seriously.  The only way he
was going to get that money back now was if I helped him withdraw it.  Both
of our names were on the account.  Just one day had passed and already I was
struggling with the idea of returning it, but it was so much money!  I
wondered how he would react if I even suggested it.  He seemed to sense the
wheels turning in my head.  "Feel free to speak your mind.  I'm afraid if I
don't let you, you may try to renege on me.  And yes, that would really piss
me off.  I'm always good for my bets and I expect the same from everyone
else."
	I let out all the things I'd been thinking about as I lay on that
hard pool table all night.  It occurred to me then that he had planned it
that way.  I had been given time to think on the very instrument of my
destruction, so to speak.  There was anger in my voice, but I couldn't bring
it above a whisper for fear that I would start crying.
	"I had no idea you could be thinking of something like this!  I was
falling in love with you.  It was all just a big lie.  This is just some
kind of game with you!"
	"It's WASN'T a lie, but you're correct in the other respect.  Life
is a game, Taven, a game I take very seriously.  There are winners and
losers.  I set my mind on winning a long time ago, and without meaning to
brag, I usually do.  When I lose, though, I pay the price.  I never make a
bet I'm not good for.  I never lied to you.  I certainly tricked you, but I
never lied!  It's your own fault for being so trusting.  I'm the winner and
you're the loser," with this he smiled, as if to rub it in, "at least for
now.  I fell in love with you too.  Why else would I go to this much
trouble?"
	He continued, "Now you need to face that fact and pay your dues.
Don't think about the next two years as 729 more nights like last night.
You have to understand that you are like a horse that needs to be broken in
for riding.  My goal is not to make your life a living hell.  My goal is to
condition you for obedience.  The sooner you yield, the sooner your life
will get easier."
	His voice softened a bit as he went on.  "Believe it or not, Taven,
I think you'll really learn to like it after a while.  I know your
personality type.  It's part of why I chose you.  You've already said that
you were falling in love with me, so we have that much at least.  Well, I
fell in love with you before you even knew me.  I was enjoying your company
from a distance until I found the right moment to meet you.  I've wanted you
longer than you realize and this is exactly 'how' I want you.  When I want
something I go after it.  Can you find it in your heart to give me a chance.
You owe me at least that."
	I was speechless.  It was very flattering.  I found myself seriously
considering what he spoke of.  The fact that he was showing me some
tenderness then showed that he was at least capable of it, and that gave me
some hope.
	"Now, stand up and stretch yourself."
	I did so as he kept talking.
	"I'm very excited, Taven.  You and I are undertaking a new game
together now.  That's exactly how you should think of it too.  It will keep
you from taking everything so seriously.  If you can make it through two
years we will both have won.  And I assure you, we will have plenty of fun
in the meantime."
	He seemed to be on a roll now as he went on with his lecture to me.
Meanwhile my bladder was calling out to me.
	"Do you realize what the problem is with relationships these days,
both hets and gays?"
	I shook my head no, becoming more self conscious as he waxed
philosophical while I stood buck-naked, save my two hanging straps, with a
raging pee hard-on pointing straight at his chest.  I spent the rest of the
day naked.  I didn't even know where he had put my clothes.
	"The problem is they've lost their purpose.  The duality is gone,
the yin and the yang.  The new consciousness is all about equality.
Marriages used to last because the woman was a servant to the man.  No one
would ever say that a man was better than a woman, but he was always in
charge.  I'm not saying we should go back to that way of thinking, at least
not entirely, but there is some value in it.  The problem was that it was
always the man who was dominant.  Why should it always be the man?  Some
people fail to see that a woman doesn't always want that, though some do.
That sort of duality naturally forms in any kind of relationship between two
people.  One of them takes pleasure from the other, and the other is content
to give it, to different degrees of course.  The relationship starts to
break down when you try to take that away.  So you see Taven, I'm just
trying to forge the foundations for a strong and lasting relationship
between the two of us.  You are going to give and give and give of yourself.
It's your nature, whether you realize it or not.  And I will gladly take.
That's in my nature.  Meanwhile I'll take care of you and you will have my
intense love."
	He finally paused as if waiting for my response.  He held the side
of my head in one hand while smiling down at me.  It really was a very
loving look and a very loving touch.  I felt comforted.  And I hated to
destroy the moment, but . . .
	"May I use the restroom now?" I whispered a bit timidly.
	He just smiled as he led me, with his hand between my buttcheeks.
He stood right over me while I pissed.  It was very difficult as my cock
points upward a bit when its hard.  I had to sit down and lean over and
concentrate intently on making it go down since he wouldn't let me touch it.
I tried to think about Calculus.  It took a while and it was quite
humiliating.  I was afraid he would lose patience with me, but he didn't.  I
couldn't hide the relief I felt as I let out a long sigh.
	As I was finishing up he said, "You're going to go through a
cleansing process today as a sort of initiation.  Think of it as a fresh
start in your new life.  Its not something I will subject you to often.  It
wouldn't be healthy.  So don't let it bother you, but I want you to fast
today.  It's good for you to do it now and then.  It lets your body purge
itself of a lot of toxins.  I'm going to be controlling your diet from now
on.  It will be much healthier than what you're used to."
	One day didn't seem like it would be that bad.  However, there was
more to it.  He made me get on all fours in his spacious, beautiful tub,
while he gave me a rather large enema.  He made me hold it a while.  I'd had
smaller ones before, but this was really causing my insides to churn.  He
didn't get angry with me for my small complaints, however.  Rather, he just
tried to comfort me and assure me that it would be over soon.  There was
another enema to follow that one and another later that day.  Almost
immediately after the first I was starting to get pretty hungry.  One day
suddenly seemed like a long time to go without eating.
	When he was done with the second enema, he shaved my armpits, my
crotch and my legs.  I have very little body hair anyway, but the act seemed
to arouse him.  When he was done, he got me to shave his crotch and the area
around his asshole.  He was fully erect the whole time.  That was the first
time I'd seen him completely naked.  He took me back to the pool table and
laid me on my back this time.  He put a throw pillow under my back and
pulled me to the edge of the table so that my head hung over the side.  This
left me in an ideal position for him to insert his cock very deeply into my
mouth and down my throat.  He pushed it in immediately as far as he could
until I gagged.  Then he repeated the process, each time giving me a small
break to recover.
	"It will get easier.", he assured me.
	I wasn't able to take the entire length that time, but this became a
routine over the next week.  It wasn't so much a sex act as it was an
exercise to prepare me.  He explained that the shutting muscles in the jaw
were very powerful, but the muscles that hold the jaw open aren't very
strong on most people so I had to develop mine.  He did it several times
most days.  He said he wanted to come in my mouth but in respect for my
safety he always pulled out and came on my cheek or my chest.
	The second day he started video-taping it.  He made me get down on
my knees and look up into the camera while he held my head with his other
hand and thrusted.  I was having trouble adjusting to the fact that he
wasn't reciprocating.  I wasn't used to sex without orgasm then.  That first
day was unbearable.
	He talked a lot while he was fucking my face.  He started by telling
me how beautiful I was, how soft my lips were and various other odd
compliments.  Before long he was mixing the compliments with what seemed
like suggestions aimed at controlling my thinking.
	"This, I think, is my favorite way of expressing my love for you."
he said.  "You're more beautiful than ever from this angle with my cock
buried in your face.  Look up at me.  I want to see your eyes.  My cock will
be in your mouth so much that you'll feel incomplete when its removed.
You'll become quite accustomed to it's texture and shape.  I'm going to make
sure you learn all of the most sensitive spots and the many techniques for
using your lips and tongue to stimulate it.  This is the only way we can
both be complete."
	If I could have, I think I would have laughed at much of his
ridiculous, unending dialogue.  However, it surprised me how quickly I got
used to it, and soon it did start to turn me on in spite of myself.  That's
when it first started to occur to me that if I was going to try to endure
this treatment, I might as well try to enjoy it if it was possible.
Apparently it was at least possible because my dick rarely softened the
entire day.
	He lived up to his promise.  An hour or so after sucking him, we
were watching a movie from his collection.  He usually won't allow me to sit
on the furniture.  He gave me a large throw pillow and told me to sit at his
feet.  About halfway through the movie he took off his shorts and had a
semi-hard-on.  His dick doesn't shrink much when it's soft, unlike mine.  He
told me to put it my mouth.  When I started to push it in and out of my
mouth he stopped me with his hand.
	"Just hold it deep in your mouth." he said.
	He watched the rest of the movie without letting me take it out.  My
saliva was dripping down all over his crotch.  Of course, by the end of the
day my jaw was aching.  Often, he still calls me to his office and has me
kneel and hold his cock deep in my mouth while he's working.  He never seems
to tire of it.  He affectionately refers to this act as "sheathing his
sword".  To this day I still find that comment amusing.
	Even when he was fucking my face I never could completely get the
hunger off my mind.  My stomach growled furiously in the middle of the oral
sex.  He just ignored it and told me to do the same but I couldn't.  He had
me drink water all day.  He said it helped the cleansing process.
	That night he strapped me into his bed with him.  Again, the straps
were attached to my wrists and ankles and then connected to the headboard
and the foot of the bed.  I had much more leeway this time although I
couldn't put my hands down to my sides.  This has the added "benefit" of
preventing me from touching myself in that certain spot.  I could turn over
and move around a little bit though.  There were loops on many spots of the
head and foot of the bed so he could easily control my position by moving
the straps around.
	He whispered into my ear, "You've really impressed me today.  I was
expecting a lot more complaining.  You're really good at sucking my dick.
Before long you'll be able to take the whole thing into your mouth.  You'll
get plenty of practice."
	Then he started caressing my body and thrusting his tongue into my
mouth.  It filled my mouth completely.  He stopped for a moment and said,
"Suck it, as hard as you can."  Then he pushed it back in and I did as he
said.
	His arm brushed against my persistently erect dick.  He massaged my
balls for a long time.  It was really painful at first as he gently squeezed
the blood out from the tender area above my testicles.  I made little moans
from the pain with each little squeeze.  Finally, the pain stopped.  He
sensed it because only then did I finally stop wincing and squirming.  He
held me close to him all night long.  When the massage was over, I felt so
relaxed that I was able to stop thinking about my penis and I fell asleep.
It was one of the best sleeps I ever got in my life.
	The next morning I woke as he got up and brought me a glass of
water.  After I drank it he pulled me away from the headboard as far as my
straps would allow.  Then he told me to stick my tongue out as far as I
could and leave it out.  He squatted over me and slid the crack of his ass
across my tongue over and over.  I'd never done such a thing for anyone and
just the idea was revolting at first.  After a couple of swipes I withdrew
my tongue.
	"Leave it out!" he said more forcefully.
	This time I forced myself to keep it out.  It wasn't really so bad
after all.  He was clean and the area was shaved.  I'd taken care of that
myself the day before.  Then he turned around and told me to lick and suck
his balls.
	Finally he unstrapped me and told me to kneel and gave me very
specific instructions as I licked and sucked his cock and balls for a while.
	"Now its time we completed your cleansing process." he said.
	"May I use the restroom now, Sir?" I asked politely.
	"Not yet.  I want you to touch yourself now, but be careful not to
come."
	My body finally seemed to have adjusted to having an empty stomach
and I'd forgotten my hunger.  He stepped out and came back with a towel that
he placed in front of me and stood on it.  It wasn't long before it was
impossible to hide the signs of my ecstacy.  I was shivering and breathing
heavily as I very slowly stroked myself being careful not to climax.
	"This is what I've been waiting so patiently to see!" he said
excitedly.  "You have my permission to climax now, but don't feel like you
need to rush."
	How typical of him to think of himself as the patient one while I
wasn't allowed to touch my dick or come all day.  I tried to take my time
and enjoy it.  Half of me was incredibly embarrassed to be masturbating with
this man standing over me, but the other half was so completely out of
control that I didn't care.
	"Do it on my feet." he commanded.
	I think tears streamed from my eyes as I was coming.  The climax
went on very long, and he switched to the other foot halfway through it.
Both of his feet were glistening when I finished.  I guess I should have
known what he would make me do next.
	"Clean them." he commanded.
	As I reached for the towel he shouted, "No!  With your tongue, you
will remove every drop you have spilt."
	I paused for a long moment.  He simply waited patiently.  I started
by dabbing at them with the tip of my tongue.
	"It will be dry long before you can finish that way.  You'll need to
use long wide sweeps like you're eating an ice cream cone that's melting
quickly in the sun."
	I'd tasted my own semen before just out of curiosity, and I didn't
care for it.  It didn't taste any better now.  I quickly forced myself to
lick it all up so I could get it over with and then tried hard to swallow it
all.  It left a strong aftertaste in my mouth.  I couldn't bear to look up
at him once I'd completed my task.  I was too ashamed.  He ordered me to
stand up on my knees again.  He lifted my face up and was smiling down at
me.  I could see now that he was quite erect.
	"You are the brightest red I have ever seen you and it is beautiful.
We'll have to do this more often."
	Something stirred inside me and my penis immediately started to
harden again, and I was once again shocked that he could arouse me with his
games.
	He retrieved a rubber from his nightstand and tossed it to the
ground in front of me.
	"Put it on." he said.
	Like a fool I started to put it on myself.
	"Don't be ridiculous.  On me!" he said.  "Get on the bed on all
fours."
	He climbed on behind me and pushed into me.  As before, it was very
painful at first.  Once he got going he reached under me and started
stroking me.  He fucked me and stroked until I came.  Then he stayed in me
though I begged him to pull out.
	"I refuse to take it out until you come again.  This is part of the
cleansing process." he said.
	He held my dick waiting for it to harden.  After several tedious
minutes it finally did and he began thrusting again.  This time it took much
longer before I could come and he continued thrusting afterwards despite my
obvious sensitivity.  I was so relieved when he finally finished and pulled
out that I just collapsed onto the pool of my come and fell asleep again
with Richard lying on top of me.  I woke before him and was careful not to
move and disturb him.  When he woke we took a long bath together and soaked
in his hot tub for a while.  I felt so content and secure with him then that
I almost forgot what he'd put me through.  He was contrastingly gentle and
comforting to me then.
	Our third day, he took me to the doctor and we both got tested for
HIV.  He said that even though we would always be safe, it was always a good
idea to get tested regularly.  We were both negative.
	After that we almost seemed to develop a routine, though I've never
gotten bored.  Richard always lays out what he wants me to wear in the
mornings.  Of course there is no sense or reason to what he makes me wear.
Often there's nothing there which means I'm to remain naked.  He seems to
really like tank-tops.  Sometimes that's all he puts out.  I feel really
strange with a top and no shorts or pants.  Today all he laid out was a
tight, white cotton T-shirt.  Sometimes he puts out spandex shorts with a
hole cut in the front to keep my cock and balls exposed.  Occasionally there
are even strange accessories like nipple clamps, cock rings, butt plugs or
dildos.  Many times, the dildos or buttplugs come later in the day if the
mood hits him.  He likes to administer these himself.  Of course, if he has
plans to take me somewhere he puts more out, but I'm only allowed to wear
underwear when I go to the gym.  I'm always afraid I'll get an erection in
public, and without underwear it would be hard to hide.
	It's all aimed towards the purpose of keeping me perpetually
aroused.  It was extremely frustrating at first, but its not so bad now.  He
said it gives him a wonderful feeling of power over me.  I have a problem
with pre-coming a lot, but Richard seems to like that.  Sometimes, if he
sees that I've softened, he fondles my genitals or my butthole until I start
to pre-cum and then smears it all over my cock.  I guess it has given him
some power over me.  Now all he has to do is stand in front of me and stare
at my cock until it hardens and starts to drip.  He's particularly proud of
this trick.  Sometimes he uses my pre-cum to lube his fingers and then
fingerfucks me.  That always sends me into ecstacy, the way he twists and
probes with his fingers.  Its not at all painful like when he fucks me.  He
usually just lets me come about twice a week.  I may never get used to this,
but it has gotten easier.  He's at least kind enough to massage my balls
after sex or to have Jeremy do it if he's too tired.  It keeps me from
getting a really bad case of blue balls.  I've learned that its perfectly
alright for me to ask this favor of either of them whenever I feel I need
it, since I'm not normally allowed to touch my genitals.
	I have to go to the gym six days a week.  Sometimes Richard goes
with me.  Sometimes Jeremy just drives me there.  Richard has a personal
trainer, Jake, that meets me and takes me through my session.  The first
time we went, Richard was pointing out his goals for me.  He described which
of my muscles he wanted us to focus on the most as he traced them with his
finger.  He said he had a particular fetish for my calves so they should get
special attention.  The trainer seemed a little shocked but he maintained a
professional attitude.  I felt like an animal that two breeders were
discussing as we stood out in front of God and everybody in the gym.
Richard didn't seem to be afraid to express himself at all.  It took a while
before I could be comfortable around Jake after that, but we've since become
friends.  I'm pretty sure he's gay.  I was expecting questions from Jake
about Richard and me, but he just minds his own business.  I'm glad.  I
don't know what I would say.
	Jake really pushes me, as Richard has instructed him to do, but I
look forward to my workouts.  I can really feel the muscles in my body
afterwards.  Besides, Jake gives really good rub downs.  We've focused more
on toning than on size, but I am much more developed now.  Richard is very
strict about what he'll let me eat, but for the most part, I've adjusted to
that pretty well.  I really like the effects it has had on my body.  I
almost never get anything sweet or fattening.  He seems to enjoy eating
dessert in front of me while I eat my healthy meals at his feet.  Once he
could tell it was getting to me and asked if I wanted some dessert.  I said
yes, so he drizzled chocolate syrup all over his cock and said that was the
only way I would ever get dessert.  I gladly accepted.
	Sometimes Richard just has me spread out naked across his lap on the
couch and runs his hand across my body while he watches TV or reads.  He
told me once that I'm much better than a furry animal for relieving his
stress.  Sometimes it puts me to sleep, I get so relaxed.  This is about the
only time I'm allowed on the furniture.
	I have to do as Jeremy says when Richard is gone.  Jeremy is quite
attractive and not nearly as strict as Richard.  He likes to suck my cock,
something that Richard never does.  It feels wonderful and he's very good,
but since I'm not allowed to come it's extremely frustrating.  Sometimes he
fucks me while watching videos of Richard having sex with me.  I think he
may be a little jealous of Richard and it lets him fantasize about being
Richard.  I can understand that.  Richard is so confident and successful.  I
can't imagine Richard letting much of anything get him down.  I think he may
even love Richard, but Richard never gives the slightest sign of returning
those feelings.  I get all of Richard's attention and I'm glad for that.
	Today Richard put a large dildo in me, gagged me, and tied me to a
chair in front of a video of us having sex, before leaving for his trip.  He
told Jeremy not to untie me until he had finished preparing for the party.
Jeremy took a break while the cake was baking and licked all the pre-cum
from my dick and sucked me for a while.
	He's learned to be very careful since the one time he made me come
accidently.  It was early and I was still strapped into the bed.  Richard
had stepped out and instructed Jeremy to let me sleep a while.  I was half
asleep through most of it up until the climax.  In my dream, it was Richard
that was sucking me.  I wouldn't have come in his mouth if I'd been
coherent.  By the time I was completely aware of what was happening it was
all over.  I think he expected me to make some noise or something towards
the end, but I've always had pretty quiet orgasms.  I think its from the
many times I masturbated in my room while my parents were in the house and I
didn't want them to know.  Richard had fucked me just an hour or so before
and I hadn't come in a couple of days so it didn't take much.
	I looked down just in time to see my come drizzling out of his mouth
and down the sides of my dick.  Jeremy looked up at me as it popped out of
his mouth.  He looked so guilty, like a kid caught with his hand in the
cookie jar, but he quickly tried to regain his composure.
	"There's a little left in my mouth." he said.  "Help me clean it all
out."
	With that he kissed me and pushed his tongue into my mouth.  I could
taste it.  It was a taste I'd gotten very familiar with by then, and rather
than disgust me now, it turned me on.  I sucked his tongue and then ran my
tongue around his mouth and gums.  When I thought I was finished, he
wouldn't pull away.  He held my head against his and kissed me for a really
long time.  It was so intimate I began to feel as if I was cheating on
Richard, despite my specific instructions to do whatever Jeremy said, even
of a sexual nature.
	When he finally stopped he stood up and turned around.  He seemed
afraid to look at me.  He stood there a moment like he was thinking about
something and then quickly walked out and closed the door without looking
back.  The come dried on my crotch.  It was an hour or so before he came
back and unstrapped me.  It's Jeremy's job to bathe me when Richard can't,
and he wouldn't talk to me as he washed me.  It was days before he could
look me in the face again.  I don't know if he ever told Richard what
happened.  He never asked me not to, but I didn't.  After all, it was his
responsibility not to make me come.  Actually, I keep hoping that he'll slip
up again.  It was really pleasant.
	My clothes are already laid out for tomorrow.  For the first time,
Richard let me pick them myself.  I picked some knee length blue jean shorts
and a white short sleeve collared shirt.  When we go out Richard usually has
me in tight shorts or jeans and a tank top or tight T-shirt.  I wanted to
look respectable instead of sexual for a change.  I'm still not allowed to
wear underwear though.  Hopefully, I'll be distracted enough to keep it down
and not embarrass myself.
	He's inviting some friends over, but he told me not to invite anyone
to this party.  That bothers me a little, but I think I understand why.
Some of Richard's friends know about our unusual relationship and it may
very well come up in conversation at the party.  I've had sex with a few of
them.  He's probably just trying to save me some embarrassment.
	Richard has a running bet with some of his friends that whenever
they win a pool game against him, they can have sex with me, within his
preset guidelines of course.  This is something I had a real problem with at
first until I realized how much it turns him on.  He always insists on being
there, except with Jeremy.  He says it gives him a greater feeling of power
over me when he makes me have sex with other men.  He's always very
concerned for my safety.  All I know is that whatever turns him on, seems to
turn me on too.  Somehow his desire for me to do it makes it O.K. with me.
Without that, I really don't think I would care for it.  I think he must
throw those pool games sometimes.  I know much better now how good he is.  I
still play games downstairs with him and I watch him play when we go out,
though he never plays against me while we're out.  I think he loses now and
then only to make people underestimate him.  He also only uses me in bets
with attractive men, thank God.  He can be considerate at times.
	There's more I could write, but Jeremy is standing over me
patiently.  It's bedtime and he needs to strap me in.  I hate sleeping
alone, but Richard said he would be in sometime tonight.  He told me to go
on to sleep because I'd need my rest for the party.  Normally, I must sleep
on the floor when Richard's not here, but he's trying to make my birthday
special.  He really is a sweetheart.


POOLSHARK Part III Written: April 27, 1994

Written by: Deland Vincent (a.k.a. tristan@metroslave.com) for your
pleasure...


	I finished Taven's first diary.  I was excited about starting on the
other one, but I felt somewhat ashamed.  I felt like a voyeur, getting such
pleasure from the ramblings of this boys bizarre sex-life.  I couldn't stop
myself though.  Richard was right when he said I'd get a lot of pleasure
from them.  I think I had already started to fall in love with Taven, though
I'm sure I could never really have him the way I wanted, but I wanted to
know more about him.


Taven's diaries:

July 18, 1991

	I was very excited when I woke this morning.  Richard had gotten in
bed with me without waking me, but I couldn't help but wake up when he got
on top of me and rested his dick between my buttcheeks.  It was hard, and I
wondered a moment why he didn't push it in.  Usually, if the mood hits him,
he pushes it in without waking me first.  It can be a rude awakening.
Sometimes I'm lucky and I hear him opening up the condom wrapper.  Then I
remembered that today was my birthday, and he was saving himself for later.
After getting on top of me, he fell asleep again for about an hour.  I knew
better than to move and disturb him, and it took me a little longer than him
to fall back asleep, but I was patient as usual.
	The party wasn't anything like I expected.  I should have known that
Richard wouldn't throw a conventional birthday party.  He didn't ask
anything of me all day before the party, and he didn't do anything to get me
aroused.  It felt strange to be fully clothed with just him and jeremy in
the house.  All day I was allowed to do as I pleased.  It made me a little
apprehensive actually.  I was constantly afraid that I was overstepping my
bounds, even if I just left the room for a moment.  Normally, I wouldn't
have done anything when Richard was home without his permission.  When I
asked if he needed anything, he just said I better rest up for my party.
	As the time approached 7pm, Jeremy started bringing the food out
that he had prepared yesterday.  Richard became his old self again and
wouldn't let me touch it, but he promised I could have a piece of my cake.
I was really excited about that considering I almost never get sweets.
	Richard told me I had to be at the door to greet each of the guests.
He put a twenty dollar bill in my shirt pocket, a five dollar bill in my
right back pocket, a ten dollar bill in my left back pocket, and a dollar in
my front right pocket.
	"What are you doing that for?" I asked.
	"It's a game, Taven." he said.  "You know how big I am on games.
These are the door prizes."
	"So I guess they just lose if they pick this pocket."  I said as I
pointed at the front left one that he didn't put anything in.
	"No, actually, nobody really loses.  Now just play along.  You don't
have to do anything but stand there."
	The first one to show up was Ryan.  He was about 45 minutes early.
I'd met him out.  He'd been playing pool with Richard for a long time and
wasn't very good.  He was one of the people Richard had a running bet with.
He'd promised that if Ryan ever won he could have me for an evening.
Sometimes I wished he would win.  He had the most extraordinary body I've
ever seen.  He must have weighed a lean 275 pounds at least and he was an
impressive 6'3", so he easily towered over me.  He liked to wear tight
T-shirts that showed off how developed his chest and arms were, and his arms
were easily bigger than my calves.  It's rare to see a tall man with such
nicely proportioned muscles.  His skin was very tan and smooth, and he had
short, pitch black hair.  He was the type of guy that drew a lot of
attention when he walked into a room whether you were attracted to him or
not, just from sheer size.
	Just as he pulled up to the driveway Richard stood in front of me
and started staring at my crotch.  "Please Richard, not now."  I begged him.
He just continued to stare ignoring my protests.  He knew it was all he had
to do to get me hard.  I can't believe the power he has over me.  Before
Ryan could get to the door, I was tenting up my shorts.  As usual, I wasn't
allowed to wear underwear.  When I tried to cover my crotch with my hands,
Richard pushed them to my sides.
	When Richard let him in, he didn't say a word.  He just looked at me
and smiled.  I know I must have been bright red.  I could feel the flushing
of my skin.  I said "Hi" to him, but he blatantly ignored me as he slowly
paced around me looking at my pockets.  When I looked down, I could see that
the twenty was easily readable through the white cloth of my shirt but he
didn't seem to care.  He moved behind me and pressed his crotch up against
my butt and finally reached into my left front pocket.  The pocket lining
had been cut out!  I gasped when his hand went straight to my cock and he
gripped it tightly.  He must have been able to see into the pocket because
my erection was holding it open.  He reached around my stomach with his
right hand and caressed me as he nuzzled his face in my hair and slowly
stroked my cock.  He kept a firm grip on it.  I was looking at Richard for
his reaction.  He just watched for a few moments before stopping him.
	"Alright, that's enough." Richard told him.
	"Hey, I won, didn't I?" Ryan answered angrily.
	"Yes, and you'll get your prize later.  More people will be showing
up soon.  When do you want him?" Richard asked, referring to me, of course.
	"I was hoping tonight." he answered.
	Richard said, "Fine.  You'll have him tonight.  But for now, leave
him alone.  He's got to greet the rest of the guests."
	He finally let go and slapped me on the butt before going over to
the table to try some of the food.  It took me fives minutes of intensely
concentrating on the food, that I wasn't allowed to have, to get my cock to
go down.
	Several more guys showed up, but no one else had picked the same
pocket.  Ryan seemed to be the only one who knew what to do when he came in.
Richard had to tell everyone else how to play.  That might explain why he
was so early.  Whenever someone took a bill, Richard replaced it so that
everyone would have the same chance.  So far, everyone that had showed up
but Ryan had carnal knowledge of me from some point in time, and they were
all "in" on our unusual relationship, except Oliver whom I will discuss in a
moment.  I was getting the idea that Richard had been very selective about
who he invited.
	The last two came together, Jason whom I knew, and one very young
one that I'd never met.  He was adorable.  He couldn't have been any older
than me.  I'd guess he was about 18 or 19, or possibly a very youthful 21.
He had dark hair not quite shoulder length like mine, so you could really
bury your face in it, but it wasn't as straight.  He was only slightly
taller than me, and his body wasn't very developed.  He had a sweet butt
though, and I found myself thinking about fucking him.  I haven't fucked
anyone since Richard recruited me and I miss it sometimes.  Jason introduced
him first to Richard and then to me.  Later, I overheard Richard ask Jason
quietly if Oliver had a clue as to what was going on.
	Jason smiled and said, "Actually, he has only a vague idea.  He's a
bit inexperienced and it was difficult to talk him into coming, but I think
he needs it."
	Oliver was blushing when he chose a pocket as Richard had
instructed.  The sight of him had caused me to tent up my shorts again after
all the effort I had put into getting it down.  He gasped and pulled his
hand back quickly when his hand brushed against my balls.
	"Good choice." Richard told him, "but I'm afraid that prize is
attached so you'll need to wait until later for it."
	Oliver seemed incredibly embarrassed as he apologized to me.  "Oh
God!  Sorry man.  I didn't mean to.  I'm sorry!"
	I knew I shouldn't say anything.  I let Richard speak for me.
Richard told him there was nothing to apologize for.  He told him he had won
and Oliver simply looked bewildered.  Richard moved on to the party leaving
him in his confused state.  I overheard Jason trying unsuccessfully to
satiate Oliver's curiosity.
	Apparently, all the guests were here because Richard pulled me out
in front of the television.  It was difficult not to drool as I watched
everyone eating and drinking.  Although I had eaten, Richard had thoroughly
cleaned me out a little earlier with a couple of deep enemas.  I always get
hungry shortly after.  I noticed Jeremy getting the video camera ready to
tape the party.
	Richard then gave a speech that clarified beyond any doubt exactly
what he had in mind for the evening and it left me more than a bit
apprehensive.  He gripped my chin as he spoke, as if to prevent me from
being able to look down from embarrassment.  It went something like this:
	"I have invited only my closest friends here today to celebrate this
blessed day.  The day God honored me by bringing Taven into the world, for
the purpose of becoming my most valued possession.  Fate, with a little help
from me, has placed him into my hands to do with as I please.  Having him
has made the last several months of my life very pleasant.  Tonight, I will
share my bounty with those most close and dear to me."
	"Now let's get on with the festivities!  First, I think we need to
get Taven into his birthday suit.  That will be our first game: Hangman."
	Richard then brought out a chalkboard and drew the gallows and
blanks for a four word phrase.  He then brought out a dog collar with a
leash on it and hung it on the entertainment center.
	"This is one of your presents." he told me.
	Then he positioned me in front of it and asked Jason to guess a
letter.  He guessed "A" and missed.  Oliver then guessed "O" and filled two
blanks making it "_O__ ____ __ _O__".  He was told to remove an item of
clothing from me.  He seemed embarrassed and removed a shoe, but he was
smiling through the whole game, and he seemed to be enjoying it.  Jason had
gotten everyone drinks and they were hooting and carrying on like a bunch of
straight guys on a construction crew.  Everyone who guessed right got to
remove an item of their choice.  The shirt and shorts were the next things
to go leaving me with a belt, socks, and one shoe.  I must have looked
ridiculous.  Jason was the one to finally guess the phrase.  It was "Boys
will be toys."  I was completely naked by then.  Jason placed the collar
around my neck.
	Richard looked at his watch and told Jason he had two minutes and
told me to keep my hands at my sides.  Jason grabbed my arms and pushed me
against the wall and kissed me deeply while pinching my nipples and
squeezing my chest.  Then he started biting one of my nipples.  I couldn't
help wincing a little from the pain.  I had managed to keep my cock
relatively flaccid up until that point but no longer.  He spent his last
minute or so sucking my cock and balls before Richard called time and he
promptly pulled away.  Now my cock was rigid and throbbing a bit with each
heartbeat.
	The next game was Richard's version of pin the tail on the donkey.
I thought I was being a pretty good sport but I really had a problem with
this one.  It was sheer humiliation.  Richard led me by my leash to the
dining room table.  He then picked me up and put me on all fours on top of
it rearranging the food around me.  I was facing the wall.  He attached the
handle of my leash to the chair facing me and lubricated my butthole.  Then
he brought out a dildo with colorful streamers hanging from the back end
making it look vaguely like a horse tail and lubricated it, doing all of
this right in front of my face for extra anxiety.  Each person was
blindfolded and given a chance to place it.  I got jabbed twice by it's
rubber tip before a guy named Greg hit home.  Richard instructed him to push
harder.  He reached around my waist for leverage and pushed it in to the
hilt.  He spent his two minutes simply massaging me and feeling off my body.
I think he just didn't have the nerve to do more with everyone watching, and
I was actually somewhat relieved.
	Richard helped me down and instructed me to remain on all fours.  He
left the dildo in me and led me by my leash back to the living room.  I
could feel the streamers brushing against my thighs as we went.  Ryan
slapped my butt several times along the way.  When I was centered in front
of the living room furniture, Richard pulled on the leash bringing me to my
knees.
	"Everyone undo your flies and give Taven a good look before we
start." Richard announced.
	Oliver had a few drinks in him now and didn't seem quite as shocked
as he had been.  Now he just giggled and covered his face as the others
exposed themselves.  He was more willing to comply once he saw that everyone
else had.  I saw that he was well endowed and quite hard.  It looked out of
place on such a boyish looking man.  His penis was almost club shaped.  It
had a large head and tapered towards the base.  It was a bit wicked looking
actually.  Though not as long as Richard's, it was even fatter at the tip.
	"Get a good look Taven, and try to remember.  You'll be rewarded
later for each one that you guess correctly." Richard said.
	After a moment, he blindfolded me.  Then a moment later I felt a
slightly wet dickhead push into my mouth.  It was pushed in and out for a
while and then the owner held it up and pushed his balls against my mouth.
I licked them and took them in comparing them to memory.  This one was very
smooth and nicely shaped but not particularly large or small.  It wasn't
very distinctive at all.  It was unfamiliar to my mouth.  Since I'd
experienced everyone else except Ryan and Oliver I figured it was Ryan's.  I
was certain I'd know Oliver right away.  It seemed like about 2 minutes
before I heard Richard call time and it was removed.  I guessed Ryan and was
raucously applauded for my success.
	The next one was the simplest.  It was enormous and pushed all the
way to the hilt immediately and held there until I gagged.  I felt the firm
grip of two hands around the back of my head.  Richard's cock seemed to
spend more time in my mouth than outside of it for the last several months.
Sometimes he would take naps after instructing me to keep it there.  I knew
every inch of it better than I knew my own.  His technique was easy to
recognize too.  His instruction has made my talent and endurance for oral
sex rather phenomenal.  Somehow I never seem to get tired of it, though.
I've grown so accustomed to it's presence, I feel empty when its' not there.
I thoroughly enjoyed the next two minutes as much as he did, I'm sure.
	I was correct for all of them.  I didn't know at the time what
Richard had in mind for a reward.  He told me later that I would be allowed
one orgasm, whenever I pleased, for each correct guess.  What a luxury that
will be.  Of course the manner in which I achieve them will still be rather
limited.  I would save them for times when I needed my concentration for
other things.  Being transformed into an intensely burning ball of passion
twenty-four hours a day can be quite distracting, and can be very
inappropriate when visiting one's family.
	After everyone had their turn, they all stood around me according to
Richard's instructions.  He suggested that Ryan and Oliver hold off for now
since they had won personal servicing by me, but Ryan joined in anyway.
They all alternated between my mouth and jacking-off until I had cum all
over my face, neck, and torso.  Some had gotten into my hair also.  Then
Richard told everyone to make themselves comfortable while Jeremy cleaned me
up and got me ready to help serve the cake.
	Richard came back to the kitchen with us after Jeremy had cleaned
me.  The dildo/horsetail had finally been removed.  He had a metal cart
which he tied me down to in a rather awkward position.  He placed me on my
back, against the cold metal, with my head hanging over the end.  Then my
elbows were tied to the legs of the cart in front while my ankles were tied
to the back legs keeping me bowed backward.  Then Jeremy helped him place
the cake directly on my rippled stomach over a layer of icing.  It was a
small cake.  There was just enough to cover it without hanging over the
sides.  It was chocolate with vanilla icing and chocolate candy sprinkles.
I realized I was salivating with the thought of tasting it despite my
distraction with this bizarre situation.  Richard held up my erection until
the cake was in place and then rested the head of my cock on the edge where
it sank into the icing a bit.  I was able to hold my head up with some
difficulty and watch while they both touched me up playfully with bits of
icing while wearing huge grins of delight.  They covered my nipples, my
cock, and dotted places on my legs and face.  Richard finished by icing my
lips, but first told me it wasn't for me to lick off.  I could smell it's
sweetness and it took all of my willpower to obey him.  My stomach was
growling almost continually now.
	I closed my eyes as I was pushed back into the living room trying to
imagine that I wasn't really there, that my spirit had left the body that
they were about to humiliate beyond anything that had happened earlier.  I
felt my knees push against the swinging doors so I knew the moment when
everyone's eyes fell on me.
	Suddenly I was bombarded with the sounds of their clapping and hoots
and whistles.  They may as well have hurled small stinging objects at me.  I
felt naked and exposed more than ever in my life as I was put on display for
their amusement.  I think I almost cried, I was so embarrassed, but to do so
would only have made things worse.  Despite these conflicting feelings, my
penis seemed to be made of stone, like it would never go flaccid again.
This was the worst source of embarrassment.  I didn't want them to think I
was enjoying this treatment.  I wanted that small dignity.  Richard had
planned it that way.  That's why he hadn't let me come for a week.
Otherwise, maybe I could have kept it down.  It's simply not in my control
anymore.  It's Richard's now, as much so as the rest of me, including my
soul.  My face must have been a bright red contrast against the white icing
dotting it and covering my lips.
	The "vampires" gathered around me, drinks in hand.  Richard made
some sort of toast which I don't even remember.  I was trying to bury my
consciousness deep inside my body.  The toast must have been quite rude, I'm
certain, by there uproarious laughter followed by the clink of their glasses
directly over me.  I felt some sprinkles of liquid at the sound.
	"Open your eyes, Taven!  You're missing the party!" Richard
practically shouted at me.
	His voice seemed so loud, so imposing.  Hearing him address me by
name forced me to accept that I couldn't escape into my head.  It was out of
the question for me to disobey him.  I follow his commands almost without
conscious thought now.  His voice makes my limbs respond before I even
realize I'm moving them.
	He started cutting and serving the cake.  I felt the gentle touch of
the cake knife as he was careful not to scrape me with it.  It seemed to
take an eternity for him to complete the process.  The only piece left was
the one that my cock rested on, which I had to assume was my piece.  They
carried on as if I was not there for a while, simply standing around me
making conversation and eating their cake.  I lifted my head up finally and
saw the thin layer of icing that had taken on the shape of my abs.  At this
moment I saw that the beautiful boy, Oliver, was standing back a bit staring
and taking long draws from his glass.  He must have wanted to become more
intoxicated.  He seemed almost as embarrassed as me, but he also seemed
enthralled.  He had set his cake aside, almost untouched.
	After everyone was done, Richard gave the word for everyone to
enjoy, but to leave my cock and my piece of the cake alone.  They started
licking parts of my body.  Jason dove straight for my lips and shared the
icing there with me as he pushed his tongue into my mouth.  I felt someone
biting a nipple after they had cleaned the icing from it.  I had no idea who
it was.  After a long while, Jason stopped kissing me and pulled away with a
pleasant smile.  The others had finished.  I noticed Oliver was still
standing to the side.  He hadn't participated.  Richard hadn't either.
Richard led Oliver by the shoulders to stand facing me.
	"I understand your reluctance, Oliver.  This must be a lot for you
to take in at the moment." Richard said, as he stood behind him, still
holding his shoulders so he couldn't turn away from me.
	"Do you find Taven attractive?"
	He nodded.
	"You realize that you won him earlier, don't you?  You have the
opportunity to do whatever you please tonight."
	Oliver lowered his head grinning.
	"I wouldn't know what to do." Oliver answered, his voice soft and
shaky.
	"Well," Richard said as he lifted my cock a bit "if a suggestion is
what you need, you should know that this fruit has been ripening for a week.
I'm sure Taven would be very grateful if you helped yourself to it and
finally provided him some relief."
	Oliver smiled and snickered a bit at this.
	"He'll be very careful not to come in your mouth.  He's been very
well trained."
	Richard removed the finger holding me up and licked the icing from
it.
	After a long moment of staring at my cock, Oliver slowly reached
over to caress my thigh.  He swallowed audibly before leaning over towards
my crotch.  I could feel his sporadic breathing against my skin.  He started
by dabbing at the icing with the tip of his tongue, but was soon licking it
up in wide sweeps.  He had my thighs in a tight grip.  When all but the head
was clean he held it straight up and plunged down onto it.  I couldn't
conceal my own pleasure.  I was whimpering from the touch of his soft cheeks
and tongue against my ultra-sensitive member.
	"I won too, and I'm getting in on this." Ryan said.
	He pushed Oliver to the side and untied my ankles.  Then he held my
legs in the air and thrust his tongue into my hole.  I let out a loud groan.
Oliver was still sucking me from the side and seemed to be absorbed with
this task.  When Richard sensed I was close to climax he would pull Oliver
away for a moment or two.  After many minutes of licking me, Ryan got really
aroused.  He walked quickly around to my head unzipping his fly on the way.
He pulled out his erection and leaned my head back so he could fuck my face.
The cart positioned me right at crotch level for most people, but Ryan had
to squat a little.  The position also made a very straight path down my
throat so people could penetrate deeply.  He held the sides of my head as he
thrusted.
	Richard immediately produced a rubber and started preparing himself
to take Ryan's place at my butt.  It didn't take long before Ryan pulled out
of my mouth and jacked off onto my neck and chest.  From that point on he
allowed me to rest my head in his hands as Oliver and Richard continued.
Richard pulled Oliver's head away for the last time as I began to climax
finally, and stroked me as he fucked me.  I had forgotten about my cake that
was still resting on my stomach.  The first few spurts cleared it
completely, landing on my chest, my face, and some in my mouth which was
wide open due to the ecstacy I was experiencing.  Then Richard carefully
aimed the rest into my cake.  It was saturated by the time I finally
finished.  Richard untied my elbows and helped me to a sitting position.  I
rotated my shoulders to relieve the stiffness.  He was holding my cake and
he started feeding it to me bite by bite.  My cum gave it a strange,
bitter-sweet taste.  I consumed it gratefully while everyone watched
intently.  I had forgotten about them.  I was so hungry and it was
absolutely the most delicious thing I'd had since I moved in with Richard.
	I thought that would be the end of my party.  It seemed like an
appropriate stopping point.  But Ryan wasn't content with what he had gotten
so far.  He said I wasn't the only one who had been saving up for a week.
He's something of an egomaniac about his body, and I guess he deserves to
be.  He undressed completely and told me to make love to him with just my
mouth.  It was a task I would be glad to do, though I'd prefer more privacy.
He told Richard to cuff my hands behind my back.  Ryan asked that everyone
stay who wanted to watch.  He gave me specific instructions as I worked my
way carefully from his feet, up.  When I finally got past his thighs he
grabbed his ankles and lifted up for me to rim him, which he didn't tire of
for a long time.  He was moaning quietly and his butthole was quivering with
ecstacy.  It was becoming very relaxed and I wanted so much to just stand up
and bury my cock in it, but Richard won't allow that.  It's one of his many
rules.  I don't get to fuck.  I ran my tongue through each crevice of his
hard abdomen.  I could just barely feel the stubble.  He had very recently
shaved his chest.
	Once he seemed contented with my tongue-bath, he put a condom on and
made me ride him while he held my cock so that I was fucking his fist.  I
came before him and this seemed to be his que.  His hand was drenched with
my semen.  He wiped it all on my face and pulled out to finish himself.
When his breathing finally slowed down the room seemed to come out of a
trance and Richard lifted me out of his lap and set me on the floor.
	The party finally seemed to be over and people started wishing me a
happy birthday and saying goodbye.  Jason came over and smiled at me, then
he ran his finger through the layer of cum on my face and licked it off.
	I saw Richard talking to Jason and Oliver.  Apparently, he convinced
Oliver to stay, because Jason went on without him.  It seemed the party
wasn't over, at least not for everyone.
	Richard asked Oliver what he would like to do with me.  He said he
had really liked it when I sucked him for a while.  He was trying to get
Oliver to undress, but he was too shy, despite his drunken state.  He
finally got him to open his fly.  He had done that earlier along with
everyone else, for the guessing game.  Then he told me to start sucking him.
I did my best to make it the most pleasurable experience he had ever had.
The club-like shape of his dick made it somewhat of a challenge despite my
vast experience with Richard and a few of his friends.  I wished Oliver were
shaved like Richard and I, but I was getting used to it.
	After a few minutes of this, when he seemed completely distracted,
Richard started giving him pointers.
	"Take hold of the back of his head and guide him." Richard told him.
	Oliver timidly tried to do as he said.  He reached up and rested his
hands against my ears, but he wasn't applying any pressure.
	"Let me show you." Richard said.
	With that he stood directly against Oliver's back and reached around
him.  He grasped Oliver's hands in his and placed them firmly against the
back of my head.  Then he pushed back and forth against Oliver with his
groin like he was dry humping him.  This forced Oliver more deeply and
vigorously into my throat.  Richard prevented him from pulling out during
the first thrust until I gagged.  Oliver gasped with shock at first, but
once he saw that I was handling it O.K., he was groaning with pleasure.
	I looked up and saw that Richard's eyes were closed.  He seemed to
be enjoying it almost as much as Oliver.  Soon, though, he pulled away and
Oliver kept up the same pace on his own.  He even speeded up after a little
while.  He was looking down at me.  I looked back up at him as much as I
could.  My eyes were watering from my effort, but he didn't seem to notice.
He was enthralled with the sensations.  He didn't pull out until the moment
was very close.  Then he came profusely onto my cheek where it streamed down
my neck and chest.
	They both sat down on the couch for a while and I waited patiently
on the floor.  Oliver leaned his head back and closed his eyes.  After a few
minutes of this quite, I started feeling a bit tired and leaned back against
the sofa.  Oliver's cum was drying on me, but Richard hadn't told me to
clean up yet.  After a few minutes, I felt Oliver's leg brushing against my
shoulder.  I thought he had fallen asleep, but after a minute or two he
roused and I felt his hand on the back of my head gripping a handful of my
hair.  It pressed my face against his leg.  Slowly, it guided me up his
thigh towards his crotch, and soon I was suckling him to a full erection
again.
	Richard asked Oliver if he had ever fucked a man before and he shook
his head "no".  Richard handed me a condom and told me to put it on him.  I
prepared him and then Richard told me to get up on the couch.  I faced away
from Oliver on all fours.  The size and the odd shape made the initial entry
difficult for both of us.  He was struggling a bit to get it in and I was
grimacing once he did.  He wasn't particularly good at it speaking from my
point of view, but it seemed to work for him.  He was really enjoying it.
Despite his lack of skill, he was keeping me quite hard.  It was a turn on
to be so close to him.  Fortunately, I didn't have to suffer long before he
climaxed.  He fell over onto my back breathing heavily into my ear as I felt
him going slightly flaccid inside me.  Richard held the base of Oliver's
cock and pulled him out.  Oliver started kissing my back and moving down to
my butt.  He had reached around me and started stroking my cock, but Richard
stopped him.  Oliver finally cleaned up and left.
	As soon as he did, Richard cleaned me up and took me to the bedroom
where he strapped my wrists tightly to the headboard.  Then he stripped and
straddled my face, fucking my mouth until we were both really turned on.
Then he started fucking me and stroking me.  He grabbed my hair and held my
head up so that my chin was against my chest and I was staring straight at
the head of my dick that he was still stroking vigorously.  He knew exactly
how to manipulate and squeeze my cock so that the cum would spurt forcefully
out.  He aimed it at my face and mouth so that I drenched myself.  Then he
wiped my face and chest with his hand and fed my cum to me before toweling
me off.  He was still inside me and he hadn't climaxed.  He laid down on me
and we fell asleep.  After a while he woke me up as I felt him hardening
inside me.  He started fucking me again and he made me cum and fed it to me
again before finally having his own orgasm.  After a week of saving it up, I
still felt like I could keep cumming all night with these little breaks in
between, but that was the last of it for my birthday.


July 20, 1991

	Yesterday, Richard spent the entire day with me.  I never asked
where we were going, but I could tell it wasn't the gym based on what he had
me wearing.  Richard had my ears pierced.  He said this was another birthday
present, but I felt it was more for him than for me.  I don't think he would
have made me do it if I'd really objected, but I didn't.  I saw him looking
at the prince albert rings while we were at the shop, but he must have just
been trying to make me nervous.  Thank God he didn't, but as hard as it is
for me to believe, I would have let him do that to me too.  I couldn't
possibly have denied his wishes.
	Last night I was sitting between his legs on the floor while he
watched TV and he leaned over me suddenly and whispered "I love you." in my
ear.  Then he motioned me onto the sofa with him and got on top of me,
removed the nipple clamps he had me wearing, and started licking my nipples.
	Last night, in bed, is what I really need to write about.  I think
if I don't get it on paper while its' still fresh on my mind I'll come to
believe it really was a dream.  But it couldn't have been.  It was too real.
	Richard woke me in the night, as he has many times, when he suddenly
seems to get aroused.  He was licking my nipples and running his hand across
my abdomen.  Then he thrust his tongue deeply into my mouth.  As he did this
he pulled one hand strap tight and refastened the other so that I was spread
across the bed.  He grabbed my cock, already quite hard, gripping it tightly
as he moved his tongue down my chest and stomach.  I was looking forward to
getting rimmed and fucked and hoped he would let me cum this time.
	He stopped suddenly and paused for a long moment breathing very
heavy.  It was like he needed to think about what to do next.  I could feel
his huge erection resting against my leg.  Then he moved his hands to my
balls and engulfed my cock!  The involuntary moan I let out must have been
loud enough to wake Jeremy down the hall.  It's the first time I've ever
been in his mouth, and I was in to the hilt.  I never would have thought he
was any good at oral sex.  He never does it.  He started taking long slow
draws on it and then plunging back down like he wanted to get it deeper into
his throat than it would go.  He was letting out little moans like he'd
completely lost his self control.  He was making loud slurping and gulping
sounds and I could feel his saliva dripping down on my balls which he was
massaging.  I was trying to last for him.  I've been conditioned to leave
him in control at all times, so I had to let him do this as long as he
wanted.  But I was having trouble.  In a very short time I was near climax.
	"Richard you've got to stop!  I'm sorry!  I can't hold it!", I
pleaded.
	He was ignoring me.
	"Richard, you've got to stop right now, please!"
	The last words were strangled as my teeth clenched together and I
started gushing into his mouth.  For the first time since the clamps were
applied that day, I forgot about the pain in my nipples.  My cock seemed
enormous in my mind.  I was suddenly so intimate with the inside of
Richard's mouth and throat, so soft, so slick.
	Once the orgasm had started, my reflexes took over and I didn't care
that I was cumming into my masters mouth.  I was thrusting slowly.  Halfway
through the long climax I started becoming more conscious of what was going
on.  It was like waking after passing out.  Reality was slowly drifting back
to me.  I was cumming into his mouth and he was calmly swallowing it all.
Then, just as I was finishing, I realized he was jacking off.  Almost
immediately after my orgasm, I felt warm ribbons of his cum spatter across
my leg.  My cock still hadn't left his mouth since he first took it in.  His
moans were muffled by my cock as his breathing gradually slowed back down
and he finally seemed able to let it slide out of his mouth.  Still
semi-erect, it made a wet slapping sound against my stomach.
	I couldn't say anything.  I had no idea what to say.  He just fell
against me and left one arm draped across me.  I felt incredibly guilty.  I
feared punishment even though he gave me no reason to, simply because this
was completely outside of the "rules".  They weren't spoken rules.  He just
never reciprocates.  His head was resting on my shoulder.  His breathing was
still slowing down.  When I thought I would doze off, he spoke.
	"I knew that if I ever started to do that, I wouldn't be able to
stop, but I do whatever I choose.  You must remember that you have no power
over me.  This never happened.  It was a dream.  Do you understand?"
	He didn't seem to understand himself.  He seemed frustrated.  Even a
little irate.  I think he felt he had lost his sense of control.  He was
having trouble choosing his words.
	"Do you understand?!" he said again.
	"Yes Sir.  I understand." I whispered.
	He must have been exhausted, because he didn't go to the trouble of
lengthening my hand straps.  He just loosened them and tossed them behind
the headboard and fell asleep against me.  His hair felt so soft against my
cheek.  I felt so comfortably warm with him against me last night.  I really
do have a type of power over him after all, I think.  He's told me many
times that he loves me, and I've believed him.  However, last night it seems
like it overcame him and took over.  It was too big for him to hide or
control.  There's no doubt in my mind now; He owns me.  And I own him too in
a way, though that must always go unspoken.
	I want him to enjoy me like I enjoyed him last night.  I know it's
not safe, but I don't care.  I've thought about it many times before.  He's
had us both tested several times, once very recently, but I know you're not
supposed to rely on that.  I'm not even sure he would allow it even though
I'm willing.  He always sticks closely to the rules.  I think he just lost
control last night, and it was mostly unsafe to him, not me.


July 25, 1991

	"Jeremy tells me you've been writing a lot into your diary.  Bring
it to me." Richard asked me today.
	It seemed like the blood suddenly drained out of my body.  My diary
seemed like the only private, safe thing that I had, and now he wanted to
violate that too.  I was even a little afraid.  He might see what I had just
been writing about him and he may get angry about the things I said about
him, about his brief moment of weakness.  I didn't want him to know those
thoughts.  While he was reading it, he called me to sit at his feet on the
floor.  Before long he guided my face to his crotch and I knew he wanted to
"sheath his sword".  I opened his belt and zipper with my teeth as I was
supposed to.  My face nuzzled against his dick as I pushed down his
underwear.  He would let me know if he wanted me to start sucking, so I knew
to just hold it deeply in my mouth.  However, I took the liberty of sliding
it in and out very slowly every now and then.  He was intensely hard.  I
guess my writing was getting to him.  He had experienced most of it, but I
guess he was reliving it and understanding the effect he had had on me and
my feelings.
	All day, it seemed, I sat there holding him in my mouth.  Despite my
experience at this, my jaw was aching.  Every now and again I would feel him
get even harder and he would start thrusting a bit, and I would wonder where
he was in my diary that caused it.  Finally, he pulled out.  He seemed to
have finished it.  I suddenly realized what I had written about in my last
entry and I was afraid.  And I was ashamed at suggesting that I had any
power over him.
	He positioned my head against the front of his desk.  It gave him
leverage to thrust against.  He was fucking my throat deeply, but he didn't
start by making me gag like he usually does.  I kept my hands at my sides.
I wasn't to touch myself without his permission, but I wanted to so badly.
I noticed him speed up and then slow down as his breathing became heavier.
He was going to finish.  I had never done this before.  It was very bitter,
but I savored it nonetheless.  I tried to hold it in my mouth rather than
swallow, but it was impossible while he continued thrusting.  A few drops
leaked out as he pulled out.  He looked down at me after he finished and ran
his fingers through my hair for a moment.  Then he seemed exhausted and laid
down on the bed for a while.  I started to join him, but he ordered me to
stay.
	After about ten minutes, I noticed him hardening again.  He got back
up and immediately pushed back into my mouth.  He came again before calling
Jeremy in.  He told Jeremy to massage my balls so I wouldn't be sore and to
put me to bed.  I was disheartened to find out I wasn't to be allowed relief
from the passion he had built up inside me.  When Jeremy and I returned from
the restroom, he left the room so Jeremy could finish his task.  Jeremy
immediately strapped me in and massaged me for a long time.  I dared to ask
him to stroke me off, but he simply looked shocked.  I knew he couldn't.  A
while later Richard joined me in bed.  I had an erection constantly through
the night.  At least I don't remember it ever going down.  At various points
in the night he played with it.  He would soak his fingers in my pre-cum and
them put them in my mouth.  Twice during the night he straddled my face and
fucked my mouth until he came.  Again I drank it in greedily.  Still I was
not allowed relief.
	This morning I woke as he was unstrapping my wrists.  He was very
blunt.
	"Suck me off." he ordered.
	He was very passive this time, letting me do all the work.  There
wasn't quite as much for me to swallow this time.  A few moments after he
had finished and his breathing had returned to normal, he told me to finish
myself on his chest.  I stroked myself ending with loud moans of relief.
Ribbons of cum laid themselves out across his body.  Some landed on his
face.  He didn't react.
	"Clean me." he ordered.
	I quickly licked him clean.
	"Go fill the tub." he ordered.
	He joined me shortly in the restroom.  I washed him and he washed
the part of me that I'm not allowed to touch.  Then he left me to finish my
bath.


July 27, 1991

	This will be the last of my entries unless Richard orders me to
continue.  I just can't be comfortable anymore if my thoughts aren't to be
kept private.  I'm content to finish my "sentence" with Richard, but the
rest will have to go unrecorded.  I trust it will continue to be more
extraordinary every day.

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	It was the last entry, as he had said.  The rest of the diary was
blank.  I realized now from the dates in the diary that Taven's "sentence"
was up.  He had agreed to only two years but they were still together.  When
I returned the diaries, Jeremy was just pulling up.  Taven got out of the
back seat.  He was carrying school books.  He only glanced at me briefly
keeping his head down as Jeremy let me in the front door.
	"Would you like something to drink, Sir?" Taven asked me meekly.
	"Yes, thank you.  Anything will be fine."
	He came back with a rum and coke.  I handed him his diaries.
	"Thank you." he said.
	"Is it alright if I sit down a moment?" I asked.
	"Of course." he said blankly.
	I sat on the couch just like the night before.
	"Is there anything else I can get for you?  Would you like something
to eat?" he asked.
	It was obvious that he was very uncomfortable.  He was trying to act
natural knowing that I had read about him and knew him intimately.  I think
he was hoping that I wouldn't stay long.  But I was feeling rather bold
after learning so much about him.
	"Taven, where are your manners?"
	"I'm sorry?"  He finally looked me in the eye a bit shocked and
confused.
	"Where am I supposed to set this?"  I indicated my drink.  I was
smiling.  There was still no coffee table and I ignored the fact that there
was an end table.
	His face immediately flushed.  He shook his head pleading with his
eyes.
	"Richard's not home and I'm afraid he..."  Jeremy cut him off.
Apparently he overheard the conversation from the kitchen.
	"It's O.K. Taven." Jeremy called out.  "I'm sure Richard would want
you to be courteous with our guest."
	Taven reluctantly got down on all fours in front of me and put his
head down.
	"I thought you were supposed to disrobe first." I reminded him.
	He got back up and removed his orange tank top and cut off blue jean
shorts.  As expected, he wasn't wearing underwear, and unfortunately the
cock ring was missing also.  I guess Richard doesn't make him wear it to
school.  So kind.
	I propped my feet up on his back.  I noticed that his dangling penis
was quite hard.  I took a long sip and placed my cold drink on his back and
took a moment to fondle his sweet, firm, little butt.
	I picked up the remote control and turned on the TV and VCR and
pushed <play>.  As I expected the tape started in the middle of an
interesting scene with Taven and Richard.  I watched as I finished my drink.
	"My, this is really enthralling." I told Taven.  "Mind if I make
myself more comfortable?" I asked.
	He just nodded.  I took off my shoes and socks and propped my feet
back up on his back.  When I'd finished my drink, I placed the glass on the
end table.
	"I'm still not comfortable." I said.  I took off the rest of my
clothes.  Taven just waited, still keeping his head down.
	I got in front of him facing away and pushed his face into the crack
of my ass.  He started licking as was expected of him.  When I'd had enough
I turned around and let him suck me.  I found a condom from where Richard
had retrieved one last night and fucked him.  I reached under him and felt
his erection throbbing with each thrust.  I coated my hand with his pre-cum
and smeared it on his face while I continued to fuck him.
	"You know I can't make you cum.  It's against Richard's rules, but
you can count on me to relieve the soreness."
	I finished by jacking off onto his back.  I massaged his balls as
promised.  He winced slightly from the pain, and I could tell when I had
done enough because he finally stopped wincing.
	Jeremy had walked by several times, going about his business, and
didn't seem at all phased.  Taven waited patiently on the floor as I got
dressed and said goodbye.  I told him there was no need to see me to the
door and promised to visit again soon.  I knelt down and kissed him gently
on the cheek before leaving.

	As I left, I managed to catch a very faint smile that I'm sure he
didn't mean for me to notice.