Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2023 10:07:25 +0000
From: Mark Angle <markwangle@proton.me>
Subject: The Man in the Alley - 2

This story is fiction. Any similarities with any people living ordead, or
with events that really happened is completely coincidental and
unintentional.

The events in this story are not meant to be literal. If the reader wants
to assign ages to the characters, he is free to assign the ages he pleases.

I apologize for the delay in delivering part 2. I will try to be faster
from now on.


Previously:

1.      Al and Adrian meet.
        4441 words, about 20 minutes reading time


3816 words, about 18 minutes reading time


The Man in the Alley


2

Two boys were sitting on the floor. One, a bit older, had darker hair. He
was holding a metal bar. He looked at the younger boy and said, "I'm not
sure."

The plan was very simple. Each one had his penis restrained by a small
metal cage and each cage was locked with a numbered plastic lock.  The lock
was easy to break: that's what the metal bar was for. But once broken, it
could not be replaced. Even if they put another plastic lock back on the
cage, the number on the new lock would be different. If the older boy
inserted the rod through the loop of the plastic lock and twisted it until
the thin plastic band broke, there would be no turning back.

The younger boy was mechanically trying to touch his penis through the
cage.  He could only reach very small parts. It was not satisfying in any
way. He looked at the older boy. "I really want to take it off. Just for a
while."

The older boy was not sure. "If something hurts, or if something is
pinched, or anything like that, you can take it off immediately.  That's
why they're not locked with a metal padlock. But if you just feel like
doing it, I really don't think it's a good idea."

The young boy said, "But I want to!"

The older boy sighed. He said, "Do you remember when you wanted to try the
green hot sauce and you just dipped your finger in it and licked it?"

"Yes, but it's different."

"And then you rubbed your eye."

"It's not the same!"

"Sometimes what you think you want is not what you really want. I think
that we should leave these on."

The younger boy got annoyed. He snapped, "Give me the thing!"  He was
referring to the metal bar. He tried to grab it from the older boy. He was
going to twist his own plastic lock open and remove the metal cage from his
penis.

A voice asked, "Is that really a good idea?" It was a much deeper voice
than the older boy. The younger boy looked up.  There had been a man behind
them. He must have been there for a while, at least long enough to hear the
end of their discussion.

The younger boy's face went a bit red. He said, "I'm sorry, Dad."

The man said, "You have to understand that if you want to remove it, you
can. I just think, like your brother, that you'll probably be happier if
you don't."

The man was not very tall, but he was thick and hairy.  He had black hair
and a black beard. He was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. The shirt was
open enough to show black hair on his chest.  He was barefoot.

The man asked, "Did you boys get ready before I arrived?"

The older boy said, "We did, Dad."

The man rubbed his hand on the older boy's head. He said, "I'll be back in
a bit. I need to get ready too."

The older boy said, "It would be great if we were allowed to watch
something, Dad."

The man had started walking away. He turned back. He asked, "You mean you
want to watch something from my list?"

The older boy said, "Yes. Please, Dad. Until you're back."

There was a projector in the room. The man put something on and left.

The boys were on a couch, sitting on a big towel. Both were transfixed by
what was projected in front of them.  It was men.  Not boys, men. Big,
hairy, bearded, muscular men. They were kissing each other, licking each
other, sucking, rimming, and at the end penetrating each other.

Both of the boys' penises were trying in vain to get hard. They just pushed
against the bars of their cages. The younger boy was still trying to touch
his penis through the bars of the cage.

The older boy knew better. He had raised his legs and was rubbing his
fingers in and out of his hole. He tried to imagine what one of the men he
was watching was feeling, hearing, smelling. The contact of the other man's
skin, hair, lips. He inserted his finger into his hole and twirled it
in. What he saw was creating a hunger for man. He was training his mind to
love that hunger without the need for his penis to be touched.

The younger boy was about to give up touching his own penis. He got up,
annoyed. He walked out. A short moment later, he walked back in with two
small dildos and a jar of lube cream. He handed one of the dildos to the
older boy. The older boy hardly looked.  He rubbed the lube on the dildo
and on the outside of his hole.  He placed the dildo on the outside of his
hole while staring at a man being passionately penetrated by another
man. He whispered, "Daddy..." and he tried to push the dildo in. It took a
few attempts, but eventually, he could move the dildo back and forth.  He
started to close his eyes, but he wanted to see more of the men.

The younger boy just tried to get the dildo in so that he could have an
unobstructed sensation. At first, he could feel the dildo inside of him,
but it provided no sensation that was specifically pleasurable. He just
felt it rub inside of his body. He looked at the older boy who was clearly
enjoying the feeling. The older boy reacted to each of the dildo's
movements with a moan or a grunt.  The younger boy tried to focus on the
men on the screen again.  Two men were kissing. Then a third joined in.
That made the younger boy's penis try to get hard, fighting against the
metal of his cage. He moved the dildo inside of his hole. It felt good.
The boy kept watching: one man was holding another man's hips while
penetrating him and kissing him on the back of the neck.  Both were
standing. The third man walked to the man being penetrated and passionately
kissed him.  The dildo inside of the younger boy started to make him feel
good. He made the movements slower but more intense. He concentrated on the
sensation.  He wished it was a real man, hoping it would be one soon.

The man on the screen who had started the kiss moved around and
crouched. He started to rim the active man, trying to work a rhythm that
matched his. It was awkward. The man who was crouching seemed to have an
irresistible urge to put his rough bearded face inside of the big hairy ass
that was in front of him. The younger boy started to drool. He wanted it
too. He too wanted to lick that big hairy ass. The movement of the dildo
inside of him made him want it even more. His penis was not giving up
trying to get erect but his mind was now fully focused on his the dildo
made on his hole feel and how much he desired the muscular man's ass he was
watching.

He closed his eyes and felt a large warm hand press on his chest.  He
relaxed. Another hand grabbed his dildo and moved it in and out, slowly but
powerfully. The boy started to moan, "Daddy..."  The man just smiled. The
boy moaned, "I like feeling you inside of me, Daddy. I want to feel more of
you." The younger boy opened his eyes. The man was completely naked. Above
the boy was the man's armpit. The boy drooled at the sight of it. He
breathed in deep, hoping to capture a bit of its scent, but it was too far
away. The other boy was looking at them. He was rubbing his cage, which was
pointless.

The man slowly removed the dildo from the younger boy's hole and pushed one
of his heavily lubed fingers in. The boy gasped. Without moving his head,
he tried to move his lips towards the man.  The man just said, "Do you
understand now why I keep you from using your penis, boy?" The boy's mind
was clouded by the sensations he was feeling.  He just nodded. He wanted to
please the man, obey the man, lick the man.

To the boy's distress, the man removed his hand and stood up.  He put a big
pillow on the floor. Then he effortlessly picked up the boy, and gently
placed him on the carpeted floor.  He positioned him so that the boy's butt
was held up by the big cushion. He placed himself astride the boy, almost
sitting over him, looking away from his face, between the boys' legs. He
started pushing a thick, rough, and very lubed up finger in. The boy
moaned, "More, Daddy..."  Then he pulled it out. He tried two fingers. It
was tight but the boy really wanted it. Above the boy's face was the man's
big, muscular, hairy ass.  The boy could smell it. It smelled manly,
sweaty, inviting. It felt paternal, comforting, protective, safe. And yet,
it felt far away. The boy knew he was not supposed to, but he put his hands
on the man's hips and gently pulled them towards him, not to actually move
them, just to signal that his desire was just too much for him to bear.

The man put one knee on the floor and crouched low enough for the boy's
mouth to reach his ass. The boy immediately started to devour the man's
ass. He licked and kissed and smelled. He grabbed the man's legs, loving
how large and heavy they were. The man liked to feel the boy's tongue, but
even more his uncontrollable desire.  The older boy had moved in front of
the man. The man pulled him down and started kissing him while the younger
boy was rimming him.

The younger boy was completely fascinated by the man's ass. He felt devoted
to it. The older boy and the man were each on one knee, kissing. The man
was digging the older boy's mouth with his tongue. The older boy never put
his tongue in the older man's mouth. The man put a hand on the older boy's
shoulder to keep his balance, and then, with his other hand, reached inside
of the older boy's ass. The older boy immediately reached for the sides of
the man's torso and pulled him towards him. For the older boy too, the cage
was preventing this penis from getting erect. Try as it may to get hard,
and it was trying, it was staying small and soft. The man's penis was big
and hard, and oozing thick precum.

The man covered the younger boy's face with his ass, so that both his mouth
and his nose would be obstructed. Immediately, the boy removed his hands
from the man's hips, to let himself be used that way. The man rubbed his
ass on the boy's face. As soon as he felt a shake, showing that the boy
needed to breathe, he moved up. The boy breathed in, deep, the scent of the
man's ass. It was life-giving and completely masculine. Immediately he
wanted it to cover his face again. He opened his eyes and looked at the
man's hole. He thought he had never seen anything more beautiful in his
life.  He felt moved and grateful that he got to even be allowed to see it,
to be close to it. But he also got to kiss it, lick it, love it. And the
man also trained him to love his hole more by keeping him from using his
own penis. The boy kissed the man's asshole gently, full of love.

The man's knees started to bother him. He said, "everybody up!"  The boys
immediately stood up. The man led them to another room where there was a
soft raised surface. He put both of them on their backs there. They both
knew they were supposed to grab their knees. The man took mild nipple
clamps for the younger boy and medium ones for the older boy. The younger
boy moaned, "Thank you, Daddy!" The older boy said, "Oh, yes, Daddy!"

The man covered both his hands with grease and started playing with both of
the boys' holes. They were still pretty tight. After getting them relaxed
He could get three fingers in. The older boy was grunting with
pleasure. The younger boy was moaning.  Sometimes he was yelping. The man
asked him, "Does that hurt?" The younger boy answered, "A little bit, but
in a good way.  I know how it is when it hurts in a bad way and that's not
it, Daddy."

The man moved his hand upwards and pressed on the boys' prostates. This
time, the older boy moaned and the younger boy gasped.  The man slowly
pulled his hand out of the younger boy's ass and the younger boy shouted,
"No!" Then he opened his eyes and looked at the man, pale. He mumbled, "I'm
sorry Daddy. I didn't mean to say no to you, but please, please, don't stop
now.  I don't know what I would do if I stopped feeling you inside of me
now."

The man smiled gently. He wanted to know how the boy would react.  He
comforted him and said it was alright. He pushed his fingers back in. He
started stimulating both of the boys' prostates again.  He thought that
maybe he could make them cum, but it was probably better if he waited a bit
longer. Al, his friend with the nice playroom, always says "pleasure is
second to desire." Al thought it was important to take things slowly with
the boys.  He had been right so far. He'd always say, "If they don't want
more when it's over, you're doing something wrong. The need is already
inside of them. All you need to do is awaken it."

The man slowly removed his hands from the boys. By that time, both of them
were handling the sensations they had been feeling and were feeling too
mellow to ask for more. He quickly washed the grease off of his
hands. Then, he walked to the mat the boys were on.  He removed the nipple
clamps from the younger boy.  "Breathe in," he said. As the boy breathed
in, he kissed him deeply and removed one nipple clamp. The other boy was
carressing the man's ass while this was happening.

Then the man did the same for the other clamp. Then, he would caress the
boy's nipples. He shivered with pleasure. The man licked the boy's
nipples. Then he turned to the older boy, the one with the dark hair.
Again, he said, with his calm, low voice, "breathe." The older boy breathed
in. The man removed a clamp and kissed him.  The younger boy had moved
under the man's butt and had started kissing his ass. The man let him.  The
younger boy started licking the man's ass again. The man removed the older
boy's second clamp the same way. He pinched the older boy's nipples a
bit. The boy moaned, "Daddy..." The man and the older boy kissed.


The man stood up, which forced the younger boy to stop rimming him.  The
man looked a bit concerned. He was thinking of something. There was
something he said he'd start with Al, but they had just been so good and so
loving, they deserved a treat...

He said, "Listen boys..." The boys immediately looked worried.  The younger
boy immediately asked, "Are you going away?"

The man gave a stern look at the boy. The boy corrected himself quickly:
"I'm afraid you're going away, Daddy."

Abandoning his stern look, the man smiled. He said, "No. It's nothing bad."
The younger boy sighed.

The man noticed it didn't cross the younger boy's mind to grab the older
boy, or for the older boy to grab the younger boy. Neither did they do that
while he was away just now. They really had no interest in boys at
all. They really were only interested in men.

The man went on, "You've both been so good that there's something I would
like to try with you." Now he definitely had gotten their interest. "It can
be a bit scary at first. I think you'll really like it.  But in order for
me to do it, I'll have to remove your cages." The younger boy's face lit
up. The man said, "That also means that I'll replace it after we're done."
The younger boy's face started to show suspicion. The man concluded: "Your
cages will be back on no matter what at the end of this."

The younger boy remembered how difficult it was to put the cage on the last
time he was erect. That time, it was not too bad, he'd use ice to shrink
his penis. With the man they visited sometimes, Al, it was much tougher. He
would squeeze on his balls until his penis shrank.  It was really bad, but
also better in a way... Still, he didn't want to go through with it. Not
today.

The younger boy said, "Is it our...?" He started again, "I wonder if we'll
get to try it after this, Daddy." The man smiled and said, "Of course you
will! You'll be able to try it later, with Al."  The younger boy
immediately exclaimed, "I love Al!" The man said, "I know you do. But if
you want to try it before..."  Then he thought to himself, "Al is not going
to like not being the first. That's pretty selfish of me.  But they've just
been so good."

The older boy said, "I'll try it."

The man thought, "That's actually for the best. Al will prefer working on
Ted anyway. I'll start with Greg and Ted will have an idea of how it
works."

The man said, "Okay. I'll get the stuff I need. I'll unlock you, wash you,
and when we're done, I'll wash you again and lock you back up.  Is that
understood?" The boy said, "Yes, Daddy." The younger boy stared,
fascinated. The man added, "The same rules apply as when you're locked up,
though." The boy understood that orgasm was not on the table. Anyway, he
had started to understand how that rule was for his own good as well.


The man removed the cage and freed the older boy's penis while the younger
boy was watching. The older boy wondered how the man was going to get it
clean while guaranteeing that no accident would happen. Warmth and soap
would be enough. He was certain of it. But the man simply used ice-cold
water. The younger boy's penis stayed soft all the time. It was a bit
uncomfortable, but it was still wonderfully arousing in some complex way.

They all went back to the room they had just come from. There was a table
there with restraints. The man told the boy to get on it.  He did so
eagerly. Immediately, his penis was rock hard. He had an almost
uncontrollable urge to stroke it. The man attached the older boy's wrists
and ankles to the corners of the table. The older boy could see his penis
pulsating with each of his heart-beats.  The man severely told the younger
boy, "Stay back. Do not come near. This is important." The man was almost
never severe.  This must really be important.

The man took a black pouch, lube and rubber gloves. From the pouch he
extracted a paper sleeve. He put on the rubber gloves and from the paper
sleeve he took out a metal rod. He put lube on the rod and on the tip of
the boy's penis. He said, "You can look if you want.  If you do, it will be
scary. But I promise you it will be worth it." The boy said, "I'm okay."
His head was resting on the table on a small cushion. He was not
looking. The younger boy was staring, fascinated. He had an idea of what
was going to happen, but he was sure he was wrong.

When the man placed one end of the metal rod near the tip of the older
boy's penis, the younger boy looked away, covering his eyes with the crook
of his arm. The man said, "Breathe in." The older boy started breathing in
but immediately said, "Oh, wow!  This is...  I can't believe this!" The rod
was slowly sinking into his penis, pulled in by its own weight. The man
pulled it up and let it sink again. The boy said, "Daddy! You're the best
Daddy in the world!" The man started rubbing the head of the boy's penis
while the rod was deep inside. The younger boy was staring again. The man
could tell that he wanted it too, now.

The man added some lube. The boy started to struggle against his
restraints.  The feeling of being restrained away from his penis, away from
the source of that sensation made him feel even deeper under the man's
control. He loved every aspect of it. He wanted to be kissed by the man, he
wanted to lick the man's ass, he wanted to be given by the man to be used
by other men, as he had been before, but not often enough.

The rod still felt cold. The boy could feel like he had no control at all
over how deep it was invading his body. It meant that the man's presence
was now deep inside of him. It was good.  The man said, "Let's see if we
can do better." He took another rod and put some lube on it. Again, he
first pushed it through the opening of the tip of the boy's penis and then
let it sink in. It was a little bit thicker. But it could still fit. It was
unpleasant at first, but soon, it felt even better. The boy started
moaning, "Daddy..." The man smiled gently. The boy said, "I will do
everything you want of me, Daddy."

The man thought, "They really are such good boys!"

After he was done sounding the older boy, he gave him a deep kiss. When
that was done, he unbound him, again washed his penis in cold water and
locked it back up.

Then all three of them snuck into bed and cuddled. The younger boy quickly
made his way to the man's penis, trying to lick up the man's precum. The
man thought, "He still doesn't understand that there is more to a man than
just that body part." But he let him do it. He was doing his best to be a
good dad.


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