Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2002 14:13:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stripper! Part 7

STRIPPER!

Part  7

By Pete Brown (petebrownuk @ yahoo.com)

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Now that Jase had entered our lives there was an
exciting new dimension to sex.  Dad didn't allow him
to visit during the week as he wanted me to focus on
my school work, and this was taking more and more of
my time, especially as the practice sessions and gym
workouts Coach insisted on ate up a lot of the early
evenings.

Jase couldn't come to us on Saturday, either - after
that first disastrous time when he'd missed his
"session" with his ex, he refused to risk it again and
never showed his face near us on that day.  But first
thing Sunday morning - and I mean first thing - it was
only just after midnight the first time - there was a
pounding on the front door, and there was Jase.

The poor guy really looked down.  He'd driven back
from Albuquerque after his "session", and he wasn't
the Jase I'd seen before at all.  Instead of standing
tall and proud, he was kind of hunched up and his
shoulders were drooping.

"Jase!", dad had said in surprise when he opened the
door.

"Joe!  Let me in, man.  I need to talk."

Dad let him come into the living room, and from inside
our bedroom I could see him standing there, head
bowed, in front of dad.  Dad had wrapped a towel
around his waist quickly when he'd gone to the door,
and the contrast between the two guys couldn't have
been more extreme - dad standing tall and proud with
his body displayed in all its glory, and Jase like a
beaten puppy, looking all bedraggled.

"You don't want to talk, Jase... At least not
yet......", dad said, and moved forwards.  He grasped
Jase in his manly arms, and kissed Jase deeply.  I
could see Jase responding, and he put his arms around
dad, wrapping them around his bare back and scrabbling
up and down dad's spine as their kiss continued.  Then
Jase's hands fell, and, finding the towel, he pushed
it to the floor so he could run his hands over dad's
muscular ass.

God, I wished I was dad - another  man hadn't wanted
my body like that, ever.  It was almost as if Jase was
trying to pull dad into him and make them like one, he
was so desperate to stroke and caress dad.  My dick
was rock hard, and I had to fight the urge to go out
there and try to join them.  But I sensed that this
was a moment that could only be experienced by two
men, and three would be a crowd.  So I went back and
lay in bed, wondering what would happen next.

I could only hear a lot of low muttering and talking,
and couldn't make out the words.  Then there was the
unmistakable thud as boots hit the floor after they've
been taken off, some more mumbling, and then dad and
Jase came into the bedroom, arm in arm. Both of them
were hugely erect, and dad's foreskin had even been
retracted - I guess Jase must have done that whilst he
was stripping, as part of a bit of foreplay with dad's
body.

"Get out, Steve!", dad snapped at me.

"But dad.... "

"Get out!"

I heard from dad's tone that he was in no mood for
argument, so I got out of bed and went and sat in the
big armchair in the corner.

Dad and Jase collapsed on to the bed, and continued
kissing and groping at each other.  There seemed to be
a roughness in the way they were treating each other,
a roughness I hadn't seen before:  even when they were
wrestling the previous day, it had been somehow sort
of gentle, but manly.

Jase turned dad over onto his belly, and threw himself
on top of dad's back.  He was pulling dad's head to
one side, so he could half-kiss him, and nibble at his
ear.  Their legs were thrashing together wildly, and I
could only imagine the sensation of their hot bodies
pressed together, and the way that the insides of
their thighs and their dicks were being massaged
together a they moved.

Without a word, Jase then got to his knees between
dad's legs, and started to fuck him.  Dad lay there,
moaning and shouting as Jase plunged into him, almost
viciously.  I was a bit scared - was Jase hurting dad;
 should I intervene?

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you..... ", Jase was
shouting, and in time to his thrusting, dad was half
moaning, half squealing.  I really ought to do
something - but, on the other hand, I could see that
dad could sit up if he wanted to and toss Jase to one
side.

Then  Jase pulled out completely, and knelt there,
looking at dad underneath him.  The next minute he was
slapping at dad's ass, and it must have been really
hard as there was a sound almost like a whiplash as
his palm hit dad's muscular ass cheeks, and dad's body
twitched slightly with each blow.

"There.... And there.... And there..... ", Jase was
saying.  The sweat was flying off his body in tiny
drops from the exertion, as he raised his arm high for
each new stroke.

I could see dad's ass going red under the assault, and
it must have been hurting him, but he did nothing.  I
just sat there and watched, ready to help if dad
called out, but somehow not wanting to interfere
between these two men.  I felt curious inside - this
was more than sex, this was some sort of primeval
thing between two guys.  My dick was leaking precum in
an almost constant stream, and it was almost hurting
me with that solid ache you get when your dick is rock
hard and is still straining to go even harder.

Jase then dropped down a bit, and I could see his hard
dick going back towards dad's asshole.  He thrust
himself in with an almost vicious powering forwards
driven by his taught muscular ass, and I heard dad
give a grunt of pain.  Jase then fucked away with all
his might, and the slapping sound as his pubic bone
slammed into dad's tanned ass again and again was
really loud.  Dad was grunting in time with Jase's
thrusts, and his whole body was sort of flinching with
each of Jase's down strokes.   This was the most
amazing sex I'd ever seen - complete raw power, and
possession.

Jase came, with a great shout, and I could see his ass
muscles clenching and flexing as he pumped his cum
into dad.  Then he fell forwards onto dad's back, and
started to bite and kiss at his neck and face.

The two men were both breathing hard, and there was a
fantastic smell in our bedroom - not just sweat, or
crap, or cum - but something else.  I guessed the guys
were pumping out male pheromones, and I as picking
them up.  I hadn't even touched my dick, but to my
amazement I came: honest, I was just sitting there,
hard as a rock and aching like crazy, and the next
thing I knew I was pumping my own cum out just as if
I'd been jerking off!  Jesus Christ, what an
experience!

Dad had had his head turned towards me as I sat there,
and saw my cum flying across the room, covering the
carpet.  I felt so ashamed that he'd seen me - after
all, it was like a wet dream, and you don't have those
once you've stopped being a kid, do you?

"Clean it up, Steve, before it stains the carpet!",
dad shouted.

He and Jase both lay there as I crawled across the
floor with some wet bathroom tissue, trying to mop up
my cum.

"Fucking hell, Joe", I heard Jase say, "Steve's ass is
almost as tempting as yours!".  I realised that as I
was crawling across the floor cleaning up, my backside
had turned towards the bed and they had a perfect view
of my hole, and my dick and balls handing gown between
my thighs.

"Well, that's no interest to you yet", dad retorted.
"After that fucking, you'll take at least half an hour
to recover.  Come here.... You may have shot your
load, but my dick is complaining.  Get that mouth of
yours down there, and relieve my tension!"

I stopped cleaning, and got back in to the chair.
After all that talk of Jase being a top, and his
brutal fucking of dad, I was surprised to see him go
down on dad's dick with such apparent relish - he was
caressing and stroking it with his fingers, rolling
dad's sensitive dick head up and down his face,
nibbling at dad's flange, and taking almost the entire
length of dad's dick down his throat - it's as if he'd
read the whole of a "how to" book on cocksucking, and
was determined to try out every technique.

Dad was moaning again now, but this time it was pure
pleasure, with not a hint of pain.  His body was
twitching and bucking slightly as Jase's expert mouth
gave him so much pleasure, and I wasn't at all
surprised when, after only a few minutes, dad
evidently came.  His dick was deep in Jase's mouth so
I didn't see the cum, but I could tell by the way dad
sighed and half thrust his pelvis upwards at Jase that
it must have been a huge load.

Jase got up  off the bed, and came over towards me.  I
got to my feet, wondering what was going to happen,
and Jase put one arm around my body and his other hand
behind my head.  We were almost a stall as each other,
and our cocks were forced together as he pulled me
towards him.  He moved his head forward, and kissed
me.  I felt his tongue forcing my mouth open, and as
if by reflex, I let it.  His tongue went deep into me,
and I could taste the slimy sweetness of dad's cum
still clinging everywhere in his mouth.  We thrashed
our tongues together, and more of dad's cum, mixed
with Jase's spit, flowed in to my mouth.

Jase pulled away and let go of me.  He stood there,
looking at me, and licking his lips slightly to clear
away our spit from his face.

"I saw you looking", he said to me, "And I didn't want
you to miss out.  Still, I understand you're used to
the taste of your daddy's cum.  How did it feel to get
it from a real man?"

"Whoa there, Jase!", dad snapped.  "Get your ass back
over here, boy, and I'll show you how a real man
behaves!"

I'd thought that dad had given in to Jase completely,
and was totally under his control.  This outburst
surprised me.

Jase looked startled, too.

"You too, Steve", dad continued.  "Come on here, both
of you.  Get in bed.  I've got some serious talking to
do to the two of you."

We all three lay there, and unlike the last time we'd
all been in the same bed, there was a tension between
us all.

"Look, Jase", dad said, "I don't mind being fucked by
you occasionally, but let's have none of this 'real
man' stuff.  Some real men fuck, some real men take a
fucking, and some do both.  I don't want you poisoning
Steve's mind and making him think less of one sort of
guy than another - he needs to make up his own mind as
to whether he's mainly a top, or mainly a bottom,
without any of your stupid prejudice.    OK?"

"I guess so.... But...."

"No buts, Jase.  If you want to come here and play,
you abide by the house rules.  And they say that all
guys are equal here.  Understand?"

"OK... But...."

"I said 'no buts'!  Now, are you going to leave now,
or are you going to tell me why you looked such a
piece of shit when you came here tonight?"

"I was OK...."

"No you weren't.  You look as if someone had abused
you.  You were all shrivelled up, and not like a man
at all.  Don't think you'll get away with fucking me
so easily again - I felt sorry for you, and saw that
you needed to do something to restore your self
esteem.  And it seems to have worked - you feel like a
man again now, don't you?"

"Yes, Joe."

"So what happened?"

"Well, I've told you how my ex and her creep of a
husband make me parade around naked in front of them,
and then how he watches whilst I have to fuck her.
Tonight he not only wanted to watch, but once we were
hard at it, I felt him get into the bed too.  He'd
stripped off, and his body was pressing against mine
as I was trying to fuck.  It was disgusting - he's
hugely overweight, and his belly was slapping against
my ass as he tried to push his dick up me whilst I had
mine up hers.   You know I like men, but he revolts
me, he's so grossly overweight.  And I don't take it
up the ass - well, again as you know, only from a real
stud like you.  So having this fat creep trying to
dick my ass was an outrage.  I slammed my fist into
his gut, and then as his head came down, I caught him
one full in the face - I think I broke his nose."

"My ex was screaming away, and told me never to come
back. I just had to apologise, and beg to be
forgiven... You know how much having a kid means to
me."

"They made me stand in the corner of the room with my
hands behind my head whilst they cleaned up, then I
had to crawl across the room to them.  The price of
being allowed to carry on fucking my ex is that her
piece of shit of a husband gets to fuck me!"

"So you walked out, there and then....?"

"No, Joe... I couldn't, could I.... I mean, after
trying for so long, I might make her pregnant any day
now....  So.... So I let him."

"You let him fuck you?  And then you were disgusted,
and drove like a maniac back here?"

"Yes, that's about it."

"Oh, Jase, what are we going to do with you?  How can
a great guy like you, a real top, be so humiliated and
humbled by some cunt of a woman?  Having to take a
fucking from some wobble mountain - it makes me feel
sick, what they've done to you."

"Yes, Joe.  Don't you think I'm disgusted with myself.
 But there's no end to it, is there?  If she has a
kid, I'm going to want to go there to see it.... "

"I thought you said you'd have to work as a servant if
you wanted to be around the kid..."

"Yes - they told me that again last night.  I've got
to go and live above their garage and work as a
gardener.  But now they've also said that I will have
other services to perform as well... I'm going to be
their plaything.  I won't be allowed to fuck my ex
again until she wants a second child, but I'll have to
go down on her every night if she wants stimulation,
and the guy gets to fuck me whenever he wants."

"And you're going to do this?"

"Yes..... What choice do I have?"

We both hugged Jase again, as I suppose we could kind
of see his dilemma.  It would be hard enough for an
ordinary guy to take, but Jase was a strong, virile,
top with a hard body firmed from years of hard manual
labour.  He must go through hell in his mind,  to be
abused like that.

Still, for the rest of Sunday he was with us, and it
was great to be three guys together just having a
great day off work and school.  We were completely
easy in each other's company, and never even bothered
to dress after we'd showered together and shaved each
other.  We just sat and sprawled around, having a beer
whenever we wanted, and dad did another great
barbecue.  All those stupid movies you see of folks
clustered round a back yard barbecue are really
missing out, I think:  it really adds to the
atmosphere, and makes it much more exciting, if there
are great bodies to look at and dicks to play with.
It's fantastic to suck a dick, then take a swig of
beer, then kiss a guy, whilst you're lying close
together in the hot sun.

Dad was pretty tough on Jase, though -  he insisted he
went home at 9 pm, as I had to be up for school and
dad and Jase had to go to work early the following
day.

We spent several Sundays like this, but Jase never
seemed as humiliated when he arrived as he had that
first time - I think being able to share his
humiliation with dad and me had helped - there's not
many guys you can tell about being so degraded, and
still have them respect you, after all.  I really
wanted to fuck Jase, but dad warned me that for his
self esteem Jase needed to fuck me, and so I only
occasionally got to experience the full pleasure of
his lithe body.

I was waiting for dad to come home from work one
Friday night shortly after all this, when I saw Jase's
SUV pull up into the drive.

"Hi, Jase - what brings you here?"

"Your dad asked me to come and tell you he had to go
to Albuquerque as soon as his shift was over, and he
won't be back until morning.  He's off to see a guy
about a job or something...."

"A Job?  Dad's got a job, at the mine."

"Well, he didn't say.  Seemed sort of sheepish.
Anyway, he doesn't like the idea of you being alone
here in this cabin all by yourself, so he asked me if
I'd mind spending the night..... And of course I
jumped at it."

I wondered why dad hadn't phoned, but remembered that
his shift finished whilst I was at football practice.
And, ever keen to save money, dad didn't have a cell
phone.

"Sure Jase... Come on in.  Fancy a beer?"

"Yes... But first, I fancy you!  Get out of those
clothes, Steve, and get ready for fucking."

"You first, Jase.  You strip, so I can see that ass of
yours and decide whether I want to fuck you now, or
later."

"Steve... I'm in charge.  Remember - I fuck, you get
fucked."

"Not always - I'm especially horny today, and your ass
has just come along here, ready to be serviced.  Now -
get naked, before I make you!"

"Look, boy...."  Jase was half smiling as he said
this.... "You can't make me do anything..."

I totally surprised him.  I threw myself at him when
he just wasn't expecting it, and the next minute we
were rolling around on the grass.  I guess he must
have been winded as he landed that first time, as
there's no way I could actually overpower Jase
normally - he had 10 years of hard work in his
muscles, and was much heavier than me.  But I managed
to get him belly down, and forced one arm up behind
his back until he begged  me to stop.

Then what could I do?  The moment I let go, I knew
Jase would be at me.  I wanted to fuck him, but he
still had his Jeans on, and I was in shorts, and
there's no way I could get at his ass using only one
hand to strip us.

There was an impasse for a moment, until I saw a short
length of rope on the lawn that dad had dropped there
the day before when he had untied some stuff from the
roof rack when we got back from the store.

I sort of kicked and pushed at Jase, and forced his
arm a little higher to make sure he co-operated, so
that I could just reach out and catch the end of the
rope.  It took some time then, with only one hand, but
I managed to loop it around his neck and use it to tie
his arm high on his back where I was holding it.  It
was then relatively easy to use both of my hands to
grab his loose arm and tie that up his back, too, then
loosen his first one so that it was sill secure but he
was not in pain from it.

I got to my feet, and stood over Jase as he lay there
at my feet, swearing and cursing me.

"Shut up, Jase.... Unless you want me to kick you in
the balls..."

"Fuck you, Steve.... "

"No, Jase, it's going to be me doing the fucking
today...."

I reached down and helped him to his feet.  No: that's
what they'd say in a formal police report on what
happened in a police station - I actually roughly
pulled him to his feet, and we stood there looking at
each other, breathing hard.

I reached out and opened the fly on his Jeans, put my
hand in, and felt his hot moist dick and succulent
balls.

"Fuck you, Steve.....  Aaaagggghhhhh....."

"Better learn a bit of respect, Jase.  Doesn't do to
upset a guy who has your balls in the palm of his
hand...."

Jase spat at me, and a I felt a huge gob of his spit
trickling down my cheek.

"That's six slaps on that ass of yours, before I fuck
you", I said.  "Now, want to try for more?"

"Come on, inside", I went on.  "I want to fuck you in
comfort, not here on the grass."

He tried to resist me, so I pulled his dick out of the
fly of his Jeans, and used it as a handle to lead him
indoors.  I was so hard, it was hurting me:  the
feeling of power as I led him, helplessly bound, by
his dick.  It was a complete turn on.

In the bedroom I pulled his boots off, then undid the
belt of his Jeans and pulled them down to his feet.

"Step Out".

He did, and stood there in a T-shirt and his socks.  I
decided he looked rally sexy like that - somehow the
clothes on him contrasted with the nakedness of his
dick and ass, and made him look more helpless and
vulnerable.

"Now, Jase, you were disrespectful out there, and I've
got to punish you.  Are you ready to take it like a
man?"

"Fuck you, Steve!"

Grasping his dick again I pulled him over to stand by
the side of the bed, then pushed him roughly so that
he fell face-forwards onto the bed, with his ass just
lying over the edge.

Just as I'd seen him do to dad, I raised my hand high
and brought it down with a mighty slap onto his naked
ass.  He grunted as I hit, and his body kind of pushed
forwards onto the bed.
Five more followed, and I was surprised at how red his
ass became, and how you could see the imprint of my
hand outlined on the read area for a few moments after
each stroke.

"Right, Jase.  Anything else to say, before we get
down to the serious business of showing you who's
boss?"

He was silent, but not for long!  I knelt down behind
him, pulled his ass cheeks apart to reveal his hole,
and spat into it.  He grunted and squirmed as I worked
first one, then two, and finally three fingers into
him to stretch him a bit.

"Shut up, Jase!  You know it's easier for you if I do
this - or do you want my big dick up there, without
any prior relaxation, and with no lube?"

He lay sullenly silent, so I dropped my shorts, pulled
my T-shirt over my head so I was naked, then rolled up
Jase's T-shirt so it was right up into his pits - I
liked looking at his backbone as I fucked, as he had
one of those nice little channels down it, and a tiny
tuft of hair at the top of his crack that we'd never
shaved off - really sexy!

I didn't bother with any of the niceties of fucking
another guy.  I didn't care whether Jase enjoyed it or
not.  I was only interested in my own pleasure, and
fucked and fucked as hard as I could.  I heard the
slapping of my flesh against his, and his little
grunts and cries as I slammed into him repeatedly.  I
revelled in feeling his hole clutching at my dick as I
forced it in and out, and knew that he was mine,
utterly.

I came too soon.  I wanted it to go on for a long
time, but 16 year olds just can't help coming almost
as soon as they are stimulated.  Remembering my
manners, I got toilet tissue from the bathroom, and in
spite of Jase's muttered protests, I cleaned his ass
up thoroughly.

I flipped him over onto his back, and his nipples were
jutting out provocatively below the line of his rolled
up T-shirt, and, interestingly, he was semi-erect.   I
stood over him, between his legs, looking down at him.
 His nipples were so inviting I bent over and started
to first lick, then nibble and bite a them.  Jase
thrashed around underneath me, crying out repeatedly
in ecstasy. I marvelled at how easy it as to control
another guy, and to make him totally helpless just
using your tongue and teeth.

"So, Jase, who's boss now?"

"Bastard!  Wait until I'm free.  You'll learn who's
boss...."

"Well, Jase, I guess you still haven't learned.  I'm
going to have to give you something to remind you
every day who's the boss around here.  You know, I've
always hated that hair of yours - I hate the way it
brushes against my shoulders and tickles, when it
flops forward over your face as you're fucking me.
Dad and I have a proper man's cut - and I think it's
time we civilised you and got rid of that pony tail
and gave you a real Marine's trim!"

"Wait there!" , I said with a laugh, knowing he was
unable to do anything else.

All the time as I cut away at his long blond hair with
the nail scissors, Jase kept up a constant torrent of
abuse at me.  I couldn't get it perfect, but his head
looked a lot better when I'd done.  I really enjoyed
changing his body so that it was more pleasing to me -
never mind what he thought, I liked short hair, and so
Jase was going to have short hair.

"You'll have to go to the barber and get it evened up,
Jase.  But you're a lot better looking.  You look a
lot more manly now!"   I was deliberately trying to
provoke him, of course, to add to the excitement of
having him bound in front of me and unable to act.
That's what power is about, and it really turned me
on.  But it as actually true - with just a stubble on
his head, he looked even harder, even leaner, even
meaner, and his chiselled features stood out so much
better.

He carried on swearing and cursing at me, so I went on

"You know, Jase, I think you need your mouth washing
out after all that swearing!"

I leapt on to the bed, and knelt astride him.  I
deliberately pushed my knees hard into the sides of
his ribs and sat down hard on his chest so that he
could feel my hot ass on him - it's another sign of
one man completely controlling another to be able to
have his hot body underneath you and feel it lying
helpless under your ass hole.  Then I shuffled
forwards so my knees were pressing into his pits, and
raised myself up a bit so my dick was hanging over his
face.

"Yes, Jase.  You definitely need your mouth washing
out.  So open up..."

"Fuck you, Steve!  Don't you dare.... I'll fucking
kill you if you do that...."

I reached down and pressed hard into the side of his
jaw with my thumb and forefinger, increasing the
pressure until his mouth opened.  Then I positioned my
dick over his open mouth, and started to piss.  He
tried to escape, by rolling his head to one side, and
trying to shuffle his body down the bed, but the
combination of my strong hands locked into his jaw and
my knees in his pits kept him where he was, and I
continued to dribble piss into him.

He wasn't swallowing, though.  With enormous self
control I managed to stop pissing (you know how it is,
once you've started, it's actually painful to stop
short), and said

"Come on, take your medicine, like a good boy!  I want
to see all that nice piss down your throat."

He couldn't reply with his mouth full of piss, but he
tried to blow out through his mouth and a lot of it
escaped and splashed on to my thighs.

"Naughty, Jase!"

I started to piss again, and used my other hand to
pinch his nose closed.  I saw him struggling, then
realised it was futile, and he had to gulp quickly to
empty his mouth so he could breathe.

I only wanted to humiliate him a bit, so I didn't make
him drink any more.  Instead, I sat him up on the edge
of the bed, then sat next to him and put my arm around
him.

"No hard feeling, eh, Jase?  I just wanted to show you
that I'm just as much of a top as you are...."

Jase turned and looked at me, and leaned forward to
kiss me.  Even without being able to press my head
with his hand, he managed to lock himself to me and
force his tongue in, and I could taste the remains of
my acid, bitter piss in his mouth as he tongue-fucked
me.

He broke off.  "No, Steve, no hard feelings."

I kissed him, lightly, and reached around and undid
the ropes that were holding his arms up.  I'd only
tied them loosely, so there were no rope burns or
anything - it was more symbolic than anything else.

The next moment I was sprawling on the floor, and Jase
was on me.  We fought again, wrestling each other, but
I was no match for him without a huge amount of luck,
or surprise,  and soon he was on top of me, kneeling
with his knees in my pits, and with his cock poised
over my face.

"No... Steve, I don't think I'm going to piss on
you.... not yet, anyway....."

"I thought you said 'no hard feelings'", I stammered.

"Oh Steve, you don't think a master has to be
concerned about lying a little to a boy, so you?"

He laughed.

He flipped me onto my front, and before  I could
recover he was tying my arms behind me and high up my
back just as I had tied him.  Again, I knew it wasn't
quite for real, as he asked me if it was really
hurting, and slackened the rope a little when I
couldn't answer properly through my teeth that were
gritted together with pain.

He lay me on my back on the bed, positioning me so
that my arms were not really painful, then went out
and came back a few minute later with a couple more
ropes.  Tied to my ankles and to the posts at the top
of the bed, I was then  bent almost totally in half,
and I knew my ass hole was totally vulnerable and
exposed to him.

"So, Steve, the tables reversed!  Now, as I remember,
you tanned my hide at this point...."

He slapped me once or twice on my up-raised ass, and I
screamed with the sharp sensation of his big, tough
hands.

"No, I don't want to spank a naughty school boy", he
went on, knowing that talking about me like that would
humiliate me.  "I play proper men's games."

He went out, and I heard him in the kitchen.  He came
back, sat next to me, and looked deep into my eyes.  I
wondered what the hell he was going to do, and the
next minute I knew... I actually screamed as he ran an
ice cube down my perineum, then held it there as the
cube melted and icy water trickled onto my ass hole.

"See - nothing physical.  But you're enjoying it,
aren't you, Steve?"

"No, Jase.  Fucking hell, man..... "

I screamed again, as this time he'd touched the ice
cube to my anus.

"Oh Steve, so much noise, from one so young!  Can't
take it like a man, eh?"

He rummaged on the floor, and stood over me holding
one of his socks.  He stuffed it into my mouth, and I
got the vile taste of his hot, sweaty feet from them
as he had been wearing them all day.

My screams were of course muffled as two more ice
cubes were teased over my anus, then over my nipples,
and finally stuffed up my ass!  I could actually feel
the icy cold water, I imagined, dripping down my
insides.

It was a relief when he fucked me - a wonderful relief
to have his hot cock deep inside me.  I'd thought he
would be very rough, but in fact he went slowly and
very methodically, as if he was just proving that he
could take me however he wanted.

It was actually fantastic - the torture to begin with,
the feeling of utter helplessness as I lay there
bound, the taste of his dirty sock in my mouth, and
Jase himself, his hot body and lovely dick splitting
me almost in half, all combined to make one of the
best sessions I'd ever had.  Better even, I think,
than the first time dad had really showed me what sex
was all about, proper sex, between men, that is.

Jase untied me, and held out his hand.  We shook
hands, and smiled at each other.

"Even, then, Steve?"

"Sure, Jase"

"Who's the boss then?"

"I am, Jase."

He raised his hand as if to hit me, but I could see
that he was laughing and saw the joke.  We collapsed
together onto the bed, wrapped up in each others arms,
and kissing passionately.

End Of Part 7.  To be Continued.