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Across The Hall
By Billy'sStories and Paul S. Stevens
Chapter #9
Pat wasn't the only one that was out, past their check-in
time. Phil also had his own brother Bill
out past his
Once I drove everyone home, I opened my apartment door and Pat followed me in. It felt kind of strange when I told Pat to make himself at home with all the crawling around like a dog he did in my apartment just a couple of days ago.
Then Pat filled me in on something very interesting that I didn't know.
"Phil probably hasn't told you," Pat began. "But Phil has to be on his best behavior and wear his `Sunday Suit' on Sundays. His mother religiously takes him and his brother to church every Sunday without fail. Then after church, she takes them to their Uncle's house for a formal Sunday dinner."
"Really?" I said. "No, he hasn't told me. I guess it just slipped his mind."
"Figures," Pat surmised. "Once in a while, I'd get trapped on Sunday nights and Phil would make me give him a blow job or a quick fuck. That doesn't usually happen very often though and Sundays are supposed to be our one day off from slavery hell."
I offered Pat a can of Dr. Pepper and grabbed up one for myself. I also grabbed a bag of chips to share. I was fortunate that I had gotten the opportunity to go shopping earlier. I sat down on the couch beside Pat and set the chips between us to share.
"Well, we sure had quite a night tonight, didn't we?" I said, being able to finally relax.
"More than `quite a night' if you ask me," Pat said, getting a little angry.
"Didn't you enjoy the pool," I asked, "Even just a little bit?"
"The pool was fine," Pat answered. "Even getting Phil's cock, as well as a total stranger's cock, up my ass wasn't all that bad. It was the fucking locker room!"
"The locker room?" I wondered. "What was wrong with the locker room?"
I had forgotten about Pat and Bill's close call as we were leaving the facility.
"You know that guy who called us over to him, his name was Tom," Pat explained. "He's like all the other guys at my school. He had never seen my cock before. I do think that he's the kind of guy that would spread it all over school."
Pat started to tear up a bit and I tried to console him the best I could.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." I said.
"That's why I grabbed up that towel from the floor when I came around the corner and entered the locker room. I was taking a big chance by covering myself up. If Phil had seen me do that, I'd be in big trouble right now. I had to do it. You can see that I had no choice, right?"
"Do you think this Tom guy saw what you were trying to cover up," I asked.
"I don't know," Pat confessed as his eyes welled up even more. "I guess I won't know until Monday at school. If Tom did see my goods and decided to squeal on me, the word would be all over school in a matter of hours and I would have to spend the next 2 years getting picked on and made fun of. Then I would've wasted the last two months being Phil's slave for nothing!"
"Well, I sure hope that Tom guy didn't see anything he shouldn't have," I said. "Besides, I don't think that Phil was aware of how much danger he was putting you in. If he did do it on purpose, he would be hurting himself just as much as he was hurting you. It would be kind of like going back on his deal with you."
"A lot he'd care," Pat sneered as he continued to open up to me. "Sometimes, Phil's brother Bill would tell me that he needed a good blowjob when we would be away from Phil. It's like I'm the ultimate slave or something, like I was everybody's slave. The thing is, all of Phil's slaves know my secret and anyone of them could decide to double blackmail me, so I give them what they want as well. Doing Phil's bidding along with everybody else's is really running me ragged."
I didn't want to have to stop Pat from opening up to me, but I had to tell him that we'd talk some more in the morning. I was really starting to zone out.
"It's been a long day for me and I have to get some sleep," I told him. "My mind, as well as my body, needs some official `off time' to recharge. You're welcome to share my queen sized bed with me or you can just sleep on the couch if that would make you feel more comfortable.
"Your bed would be great!" He smiled
"Okay," I said. "The bed it is!"
I got up and went into the bathroom and got ready. I rinsed my tooth brush off with hot water and then went out and told Pat it was his turn to freshen up before bed.
"I don't have an extra guest toothbrush, but you could use mine," I offered. "I also have some mouthwash you can use. Feel free to use what you need!"
He thanked me and I took the bag of chips and empty soda cans into the kitchen. I went into my bedroom and pulled down the covers, and was almost finished stripping down when Pat came in.
"I hope you don't mind, I sleep naked." I said as I removed the rest of my clothes.
"No problem, so do I," Pat informed me and he stripped down in record time.
Our nakedness didn't seem to bother either one of us. We got into bed together and I turned the light out.
"Good night Pat," I said in the dark.
He didn't say anything, but a moment later, I felt his arm reach across my waist to hug me. He scooted closer to me and started to talk.
"Thanks for being so nice to me," Pat said with honest affection. "I appreciate it. I'm kind of an outcast at school and I have very few friends. Lately, Bill has become my closest friend, mainly because of our sexual connection as his brother's slaves. The thing is, I'm spending most of my time being Phil's slave that I don't have a life of my own anymore."
Then I suddenly felt his lips touch mine as he gave me a powerfully sensuous `thank you' kiss. I was surprised that he was able to land his kiss so precisely upon my lips in my darkened haven. I returned Pat's embrace as he moved even closer to me. I was momentarily stunned as I felt our cocks touch each other. Surprisingly, we were both hard and wet from dripping precum.
Our wickedly erotic reverie was shattered by someone ringing my doorbell.
"What the fuck?" I growled. "Sorry about that Pat."
I flipped on the light and slipped on my bathrobe. Then I angrily made my way to the door.
"Who is it?" I barked.
"It's me," answered the voice of Phil. "Open up!"
I opened the door and Phil came charging in. Before I could even ask him what he wanted, he passed right by me and headed straight for my bedroom. Pat was now sitting up in bed with a very worried look on his face. I followed Phil into my bedroom and he pushed me right back out into the living room.
"Have you and Pat been doing anything in here?" Phil snapped.
I wanted to tell that bastard that it wasn't any of his business and to go and fuck himself. Then I thought, I'd better keep a cool, level head.
"We just gave each other a hug and kiss goodnight and were almost asleep," I said calmly.
"One of my slave rules is that none of my slaves are allowed to touch each other without express permission from me!" He informed me.
"You never told me that," I challenged. "How was I supposed to know?"
"Pat knows the rules," He flatly said.
I didn't say anything. First, I was stunned at Phil's rage and I didn't want to get Pat into anymore trouble than he was already in.
Phil then stormed back into my bedroom and grabbed Pat by the arm and ripped him out of my bed.
"Oh, here we go again," I thought to myself.
If nothing else, Phil was consistent if not totally predictable.
Probably for my benefit, Phil purposely maneuvered Pat's body around to the other side of his lap that he normally used so that Pat's ass was facing me instead of his head. Then, with one swift, hard yank of Pat's tiny cock, Phil had Pat's wiry frame plummeting down across his legs. Then, quick as a bolt of lightning, Phil administered his customary twenty lashes against Pat's ass.
I was sickened as I was made to watch Pat's ass turn bright red right in front of me. Needless to say, Phil had brought poor Pat to tears once again. I told Phil that Pat would spend the rest of the night on the couch, just to try and get rid of him so Pat and I could try to settle down and get some sleep. My plea fell onto deaf ears. It was no use. Phil had gotten all worked up and agitated and was bent on teaching us a lesson. Phil walked out of the bedroom and I sat on the bed, angry at my situation and not being able to put an end to this unreasonable folly.
A moment later, Phil came back into the bedroom, having remembered about my pile of heavy duty clothesline that was left over from moving. I don't know why I still hadn't gotten rid of the stuff, especially after what Phil used it for the last time.
"Well, if you two love each other so much," Phil growled. "Then I've got just the thing that'll make you happy.
I didn't like where this was going at all. Phil ordered me to lie on the bed sideways. I did. Then he told Pat to lie and face me, which he did. I could see that Pat was visibly shaken and scared to death. I don't know if he thought Phil was going to whip us senseless with that rope or what. I had no idea at all what Phil was dreaming up in his twisted mind but I was getting close to the breaking point with the punishment aspect of my deal with Phil. Playing sex slave for Phil to keep my secret was one thing, but all this other stuff was making me question if it was all worth it or not.
"Put your hands behind your backs," Phil ordered.
He tied my wrists first and then tied Pat's with the slack. Then he tied our ankles together and roped them off as closely as possible. Pat's feet dangled below mine since he was a bit taller then me. It was as if Phil had done this before. He had planed ahead and made sure our cocks and balls lined up together.
Then, I couldn't believe what came next. Phil took some more clothes line and looped it around my balls and the base of my cock a couple of times. He tightened it snug and then without any space between us, did the same to Pat. If I had known that Phil was going to go this far, I would never have let him start tying me up to begin with. At this point, our balls were tied together and our cocks were rubbing against each other. The close proximity of our genitalia had gotten both of us hard and Phil knew it.
"Enjoy your love feast!" Phil snarled.
Phil was being more of an asshole than usual. Then, as if that wasn't enough, he grabbed up my pants, reached down into my pocket and commandeered my car keys. Then he turned out my bedroom light and left.
Pat and I soon discovered that any movement at all, hurt like hell. We also learned that the air conditioner was still going and now there was no way to turn it off. I managed to grab hold of the edge of the blanket and sheet that had been folded over. I told Pat that I was going to try to cover us up by turning ourselves over. It was going to be an extreme move and Pat agreed to try.
"Okay, on three!" I said. "One... Two... Three!
The turning hurt our balls so bad, I almost jumped out of my skin, and poor Pat let out a shriek that I was afraid was going to wake the neighbors. At least we wouldn't freeze through the night. A list of questions went through my mind as I lay helpless on my bed, tied mercilessly to Pat. Why would Phil take my car keys? Where was I going to go anyway? Was he going to do something with my car? Then I wondered, when was he planning on coming back to untie us?
"Don't worry Pat," I said, not really believing it myself. "Everything is going to be ok. Let's get some sleep now, okay?"
His head was a little bit above mine, but I managed to give him a kiss on his neck. He gave me one back on the top of my forehead. Then, eventually, we both fell into a restless, agitated sleep.
The following morning, I awoke a little bit past
"That fucking bastard," I spoke out in frustration. "When is he going to get here?"
"What," Pat said in a groggy voice. "What did you say?"
"Sorry for waking you," I said in a quieter voice. "I can't take this anymore. My balls feel like they're about to fall off."
"Mine too," Pat said.
Now that we were awake, we just started talking back and forth.
"It must be nice to wake up in the morning with what you've gotten endowed with down there," Pat joked. "I know that waking up with morning wood can be a real inconvenience, but I'd love to be inconvenienced like that everyday for the rest of my life if I could have what you've got down there."
"Don't worry Pat," I assured him. "It's going to happen for you, and it's going to happen all of a sudden. Then Phil won't have anything to hold over you anymore and you'll be free from that bastard."
Just as we were talking about him, Phil let himself in. It was now eight-thirty and he rushed into the bedroom to untie us. Phil was in a big hurry because his mother was waiting out in the car to take everyone to church. As he was leaving, he threw my keys down, and made a quick comment.
"Don't let this happen again," Phil warned and flew out the door, slamming it behind him.
"When he said `don't let this happen again', did he mean `don't let him catch us again' or `don't let him tie us up again'?"
"Very funny," I said drolly. "Now I can't wait another minute, I gotta go pee.
My balls felt like they were on fire as the blood started to flow freely once again and I watched poor Pat delicately rubbing his in agony.
"Come on," I offered. "We can pee together."
I stepped to the right side of the bowel and Pat stood on the left and we both released a torrential downpour into the water.
As we both stepped out of the bathroom, Pat hugged me tightly.
"Fuck him," Pat whispered in my ear. "I'll hug you and do anything you want from now on."
I knew that was an invitation. I told Pat to wait for a minute. I put on my jeans and bathrobe and went across the hall. I stood at Phil's door and rang the doorbell. I stood there for three minutes and rang it four more times. When I was satisfied that they had left for church and no one was home, I went back across the hall to my own apartment. Just to be safe, I engaged the dead bolt. It was time to take our friendship to the next level. It was time to enjoy ourselves, and I had a pretty good idea how we were going to do that. We started off a bit differently than you would think. I took my pants off and dropped my naked body back into bed.
"Do you think you can feel satisfied with my four tiny inches?" Pat mumbled.
His lack of confidence got me mad.
"I don't give a damn how small or large you are," I scolded him. "I'm not going to be making love to your cock! I'm going to making love to you, my hot new friend. What I should do is, put you over my knee like Phil does and spank you until you tell me I'm right!"
"Well," Pat revealed. "It's hard for me to think that anyone could love me that way."
"Okay," I exclaimed. "I guess its spank time!"
He looked totally frightened. Kind of like a deer caught in the headlights, not knowing what to do. After a minute or so, he saw that I wasn't making any moves to carry out my empty threat and he finally realized he could relax and be safe with me. Apparently, being tied up all night together wasn't enough to teach him that all guys weren't like Phil and some of us could be trusted. Once he was sure I was only playing with him, he came over and hugged me again.
"Do you want breakfast now, or later?" I asked.
Still being a little apprehensive, he looked at my face to determine my intent. I just smiled and raised my eyebrows up and down a few times and gave him a sensuous wink.
"Later," He smiled.
"But I do have to be home before
"Don't worry," I told him. "I'll drive you home."
"Thanks," he said. "Not coming home at all last night was bad enough."
"Now that we got that settled, come over here and sit on my lap, facing me, so we're chest to chest."
The first thing I wanted to do was taste him. I first licked across his lips and then worked my tongue down to his left pit. It was virtually hairless, and I could hear that Pat totally loved it as he softly moaned with pleasure. I had come to realize that this was the first time anyone had been tender and loving with him. I moved to his right pit and gave him some attention there before moving across to his tits. I licked around them and across the tips as I played and nibbled at each one. I think my nibbling shocked him a little and he started to respond like I were Phil. He kept saying `thank you Nate', as if he were thanking his master for the opportunity to be abused.
"Pat," I softly said. "Forget about being a slave for a while and let yourself enjoy this."
I turned and positioned him so he was lying on his back with his ass at the edge of the bed. I made sure I moved him without letting him out of my protective hands. I knelt down on the floor in front of him and started working his balls. I licked them and sucked them one at a time, and then both together. Then I spent some time licking up and down Pat's shaft. I'm sure that Pat thought that a good blow job was next, but I had something else in mind. I gently turned him over with his ass facing me. Then he turned to me with a look of surprise as I spread his legs apart and smiled.
"Have you ever been rimmed?" I asked.
He just slowly shook his head `no', so I did some good tongue work on him. I wasn't going to at first, but then thought, oh, what the hell and gave him a sample of tongue fucking that he'd never forget.
Then, I turned him back over to do some good old fashioned cock sucking. By this time, he had a nice amount of pre-cum flowing. He kept silent the rest of the time so I wouldn't think he was still in slave mode. He did, however, demonstrate his approval with a goodly amount of sensuous moaning. As I continued, I sucked in his four inches of boy boner and was able to pull both of his balls in my mouth, all at the same time. I was able to move and wiggle my tongue over his ball sack and dickhead at the same time, which drive him absolutely wild. I could feel his cock swell and harden in my mouth that signaled that he was extremely close. Once again, I surprised him by abruptly stopping. I laid myself next to him at the corner of the bed, with my ass in the air and looked Pat in the eyes.
"Fuck me, Pat," I said in a horny voice. "Fuck me good!"
I wanted to build up Pat's confidence and he moved slowly and cautiously around to my backside.
"Are you sure?" Pat questioned.
"Fuck me, Pat," I just repeated. "Fuck me now!"
I was so convincing that even Pat couldn't resist me. I reached over and handed Pat my bottle of lotion I had grabbed from my nightstand. He moved up closer into position and applied some lotion to his finger, and then lubed up my waiting ass. He then drove his finger into my opening to prepare me for his entry.
"That's good enough," I advised him. "Fuck me now!"
A moment later, I felt his small cock push into me. I had him stop for a moment, which kind of freaked him out.
"Hold on a minute," I said. "I have a better idea."
I figured that Pat was so tall that it would be better for him if I put my knees on the bed so my ass would be a bit higher in the air, making it more comfortable for him. I had him start over and we were both pleased, because it was much better for both of us. This way, my ass was in a better position for Pat to fuck me, balls deep. As Pat pounded my ass, he placed his hands on the sides of my ass.
"Don't just hold me," I instructed Pat. "Use those hands to spank me with."
It was a fetish of mine that I would never tell Phil about. I didn't want him using it to abuse me with. So, Pat would give me a smack once and a while. He was pretty damn good at it. He fucked me good and hard and was able to hold out for about ten minutes before I felt him explode inside me.
He was so excited that he pulled his cock out of me out and pushed my body onto the bed, face up. He nearly jumped on top of me as he dove for my lips. The he kissed me, over and over again.
"That was so awesome," he said as he kissed me some more.
"I'm so glad that you had a good time," I told him. "I know I sure did."
I stayed silent, just to see what he would do on his own. For most guys, once they cum, they don't want to return the favor. I was about to see which category Pat was going to fall into. I was really hoping for a blow job for myself at the very least. Sure enough, Pat surprised me once again.
"Do you want to fuck me now?" Pat offered. Then he didn't even wait for me to answer. "Come stand over here."
I stood in front of him, not knowing what he had in mind. He threw his arms around my waist and sucked me good, getting my cock nice and wet and hard as stone. There was no question, Pat was about to have me fuck him.
Pat followed my example and got on his knees atop my bed and held his ass out for me. I used the lotion to prepare us and even did the finger thing to make sure he was good and loosened up. His body language told me that he wanted me deep inside him in a very erotic way.
I got into position and slowly worked myself in. I started slowly and kept increasing my pace. I was able to hold back my orgasm for exactly the same amount of time as Pat had when it was his turn to blow. I knew by the incredible sensations I was feeling, that I was about to explode with one of my biggest loads ever. My eyes rolled back inside my head as my orgasm swelled, sending me out of this world with pleasure. I groaned as I threw my head back and pumped eleven shots of my hot cum into Pat's tight ass. I nearly ascended into heaven as I drifted down from my euphoria, floating gently back to earth. I finally came to when my softening cock popped out of Pat's well pounded ass. I then turned Pat over and rested on top of his body. I returned all the kisses he had bestowed on me earlier.
"Pat," I said as I kissed him some more. "You were so awesome."
I know I made him feel good. Nonetheless, the water works started all over again.
"What's wrong," I asked.
"It was the first time I ever did sexual stuff for myself. Up to now, all the things I've done have been ordered by Phil.
"I had a really great time," I told him.
"It was the best time I've ever had, period," Pat confessed. Then he leaned over and hugged me again.
"We'd better have some breakfast so we could have you home
before
We enjoyed the rest of the morning in each other's company and even showered together before I left to take Pat home. We had just finished our breakfast when my cell rang. It was Phil. He was still away at church but had text messaged me with new orders for all of us.
End of Chapter #9
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