Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2018 17:32:23 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: "Young Lovers" Chapter 9 Chapter 9 It had been hard that morning to drag myself out of the apartment. I awoke with both Johnny and Joon piled on top of me, the three of us naked and tangled in bedsheets. We had all slept together, and though there had been no sex, I felt that something had changed. There was an ease, a familiarity as we had cuddled together before nodding off. It seemed natural to wake up with them, though it was only the first time. The first of many, I hoped. The boys were still asleep, and, after looking at the clock and realizing I had to hustle if I wanted fresh coffee, I tried to ease out of bed without waking them. Joon was still out like a light but Johnny popped awake. He looked around him and for a second I saw fear in his eyes. Then he realized where he was, and he relaxed visibly. "Hi Mike," he said softly, with a small smile. "Hi Johnny. Are you glad to be here with us?" He nodded and grinned. I looked at Joon's sleeping face, then back at Johnny. He looked at Joon too. There was silence. "You know I love him, Johnny." Johnny's smile wavered, and he looked down again at Joon and then back at me. There was uncertainty, and I think fear, in his brave smile. I reached forward and caressed his hair. "It's OK," I whispered. "You can love him too. I don't mind." Tears came into Johnny's eyes as he held my gaze. I leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. "Man, I gotta pee!" I exclaimed, changing the mood and jumping out of bed. "Me too, " he said softly, getting out of bed also, his big cock erect. "Looks like you want something else," I chuckled, giving him a hug and then tickling his cock with my fingertips. He suppressed a startled cry and then grinned at me, his eyes still moist. We both headed to the bathroom. I started to pee and Johnny stood at the toilet with me, trying in vain to add his stream to mine. "Bend it down, maybe that will help," I suggested. He tried, and after another few seconds a little dribble started. I finished up, then stood behind him and gently massaged his sturdy shoulders. "Just relax, Johnny. That's it. Nice and relaxed." His flow became a little stronger and his cock angled down a bit, though still hard. I reached down to gently hold it. "No, Mike!" he cried, grabbing my wrist. "It get more hard!" I laughed and left him alone to finish up. Joon was just waking up when I re-entered the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his head and neck gently as he lay with eyes closed. "Morning," I said softly. He grunted. I was learning that Joon was as opposite of a morning person as it was possible to be. "I've got some interviews and other business to do today," I semi-lied. "You and Johnny spend some time together catching up and, uh, doing whatever bonding you want." He didn't answer. Gently grabbing his shoulders I rolled him over onto his back, as he groaned in protest. I pulled the sheet out of the way, knelt down, and without further ceremony took his semi-hard cock into my mouth. That got his attention, and as I began sucking he sat up, and murmured, "Unh, man." I made a few more pulls on his rapidly stiffening cock, sucking hard. He gasped and lay his hand on my back. I heard Johnny flush the toilet. Satisfied that Joon was now ready to be awake I pulled off him. "Maybe start your experimenting today, huh?" I suggested, giving him a meaningful look. Joon nodded and looked absently around, still not fully awake. I leaned forward and whispered. "You've got a hot cock, Joon. I'm gonna give you the sucking of your life sometime soon." I caressed his head, then got up and began dressing, winking at Johnny as I stood in front of the mirror. I barely got my coffee as the staff began to take away the coffee makers for cleaning. All the boys and teachers were gone, since classes had already started, but a few guests were sprinkled around the room, and I spied Marco and Evan relaxing at a corner table. I approached and Marco waved me to a seat. They both bumped fists with me as I sat down. "So, " Marco cried cheerily. "How was it at Mike's clubhouse last night?" I ignored the lightly sarcastic edge. "Just fine, Marco. Seems like we're all getting along." "I'll bet you are. Hey, are you ready for boy number five?" I'm sure my face must have looked blank. "Huh?" "Well you've had four Young Lovers so far, right? Let's see, your big-cocked boy Jack, your little kid Ace, your virgin Donte, and your boy next door Ronny. Right? So you're still due one more. Your bad boy in need of punishment." "I guess you're right. Maybe I've been so taken up with Joon I had forgotten. Plus, he's sort of a bad boy anyway." "No kidding!" muttered Evan. "Well, this one's gonna be quite a bit different. He's what we call a pain specialist. He's been here quite awhile now -- this is his last term. In fact, he's already 18." "Fantastic body, big cock, really gets into it," Evan offered. "If you like hot black dudes you'll like Byron, man." "Sounds interesting. What's his story?" "Inner city kid," Marco replied. "Half the time wants to be a thug, the other half an athlete. He was in juvenile hall when we got him, at age 16, I think. Connections, you know. We got them to give him a choice -- sex, a bunch of money and a good education, or incarceration. He figured that one out pretty fast. Says he isn't gay though. Once he got here he was giving everybody the Mr. Big Stud act. You know, bragging to the other kids about all his bitches back in Oakland, showing off that big cock every chance he got, lifting more than anybody else in the weight room. But there was one little problem. When it came to sex, he couldn't cum. We didn't give up on him though, mainly because of that big cock, I guess. Eventually we figured out what he needed. Whip the shit out of him and he cums like a firehose. Now he's in high demand. He's got a couple of big fans who are regular guests. They fly in every month or so and work him over." "Hmm. Wonder why he needs the pain?" "Who knows? Why do any of us need what we need? One of life's mysteries, man. So, you interested?" "Absolutely!" "You ready for him tonight?" Marco asked. "Don't see why not." "Your boyfriend won't be jealous?" Marco grinned. "Fuck you," I grinned back. Even though he often had that slightly sarcastic edge you couldn't help but like the guy. "Maybe I'll have Joon join in." "Well, Byron won't be coming to your apartment. You'll hook up with him in the chain room." "Well that sounds interesting! The chain room! Very dramatic!" "It's a different format, so let me explain," said Marco, ignoring my own sarcasm. "So he only cums when he has pain, right? He'll be chained up and blindfolded. You'll have any number of toys available to you there: whips, ropes, dildos, razors, butt plugs, cock rings, hot cream, the works. Of course you can just fuck the shit out of him you want -- after all, you're the guest. But to me the fun comes with driving him out of his mind with pain and pleasure. It's sex for connoisseurs." "Is there a safe word?" "Ooh, somebody's been keeping up with his bondage fiction! Yes, Byron will tell you what it is." I drained my coffee. "Gotta be going. I'm interviewing a couple of guests I met the other day at lunch." "I'll get Byron ready by seven. The chain room is down the hill a bit, past the last dorm. It's got a big banyan in front of it. You can't miss it," Marco said. "I think you're gonna enjoy yourself tonight!" Evan grinned. And he was right. ******************************* I had given some thought to how I was going to handle Joon. I had made up my mind that as much as I had already fallen for him, I was not going to allow him to assume we would be exclusive. We were not going to be partners; I was not going to be his boyfriend. I had encouraged him to have sex with Johnny if he chose, and I would be letting him know he should experiment with other boys too -- or girls, for that matter, when he got the chance. And I would damn sure have sex with other boys if I chose. Still, after all I had put him through in the last few days, now was probably not the time to raise this issue. I figured that right now, just as he had learned to let his guard down and start opening up emotionally, he didn't need to know I was out fucking some other boy right under his nose. I had mused on all this off and on during the day, and as I approached the apartment in late afternoon I still didn't have a clear idea of what I would say to explain my upcoming absence that evening. As it turned out, I needn't have worried. I wasn't in the front door twenty seconds when Joon, sitting with his feet up on a chair eating a peanut butter sandwich, casually said, "Johnny and I are gonna be busy tonight. We're gonna hang out with some other kids. I assume that's OK." Before I could reply Johnny piped up, "We gonna orgy!" I was nonplussed. "What??" "We hooked up with a coupla guys this afternoon, Rommel and Carlos," Joon explained. "They like to have sex together with other guys on their off nights. So we're gonna join them." Joon said it as casually as he might have announced he was going to the grocery store for milk and eggs. I considered pretending to be shocked that someone as "straight" as he would do such a gay thing, but I decided not be sarcastic. Though he was acting very cool, this was actually an important step for Joon. He would be having casual sex with another male, of his own volition. Instead, I said, "Wow. Did it occur to you that I might have a problem with my boy getting fucked by somebody else?" He eyed me steadily. "I'm your boy now, not your bitch. Not any more. I'm not your property." So that was it. This was Joon's declaration of independence. I knew I had to handle this carefully. I walked over to him and pulled up a chair next to him. I looked at him, then reached out and caressed him. "It feels really good to know you get it, Joon. Making you my boy has never meant I want you all to myself. I want you to share your hot cock and your cute ass with as many people as you want. I want you to have orgasms fifty different ways. I want you to fall in love with somebody, a boy or a girl, I don't care. But I'll tell you what . . . " Joon waited. ". . . . this does mean that the next time we fuck you're gonna get it even harder!" I grinned. He tried hard to maintain a blank stare, but a tiny smirk made its way over his face, and the relief in his body was palpable. I turned to Johnny and pointed at him. "And you!" He grinned. "An' me!" "Are you ready for an orgy?" "Sure! I done it before!" "Ah. Well, you'll have to teach Joon. It's his first time with anybody but me!" Johnny got a mischievous look on his sweet face and looked conspiratorially at Joon. That told me everything I needed to know about what the two of them had been up to all day. I grinned at Joon and raised an eyebrow. Trying to restrain a crooked grin, Joon muttered, "Fuck you." "You wish," I retorted with a laugh. "As it turns out, I've got plans too. So I won't be back til late. You guys gonna hook up with them here?" "It's at their place. Some other guys might come by too." "Well, that does sound interesting! So I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning then. One word of advice," I added, as I got up to leave. "You're only young once. Try everything!" *************************************************** The isolated, low-slung building was dark when I entered it, except for a candle glowing faintly at the far side of the room. I felt around but detected no light switch, so I assumed the darkness was permanent. I paused, allowing my eyes to adjust. Gradually I made out some sort of large structure in the middle of the room. Then I detected a small movement. Eventually I could see there was a person leaning or reclining against the structure. I approached, my footsteps silent on what felt like soft carpet. The figure was a boy, and I could now see he was attached to the structure, which seemed to be of wood or metal. His skin was coal black, glowing faintly in the candlelight, and he was blindfolded. I approached more closely and he stirred. "Who's there?" he asked in a rough voice. I decided not to reply. Coming still closer I could see he was naked, and even with little light I could tell his body was spectacular. Next to him there was a large table and on the table were many torture devices, just as Marco had said there would be. There were also several unlit pillar candles and a lighter. I decided I wanted a bit more light, so I lit several of the candles and, moving around the large room quietly, placed them in various spots on the floor to reveal more of what was in the room. Of course I examined Byron first. He was splayed into a large figure "X," chained by the wrists to a large crossbar, and by his ankles to two iron rings in the floor. He was about my height, with a muscular and beautifully proportioned body, but being young probably weighed less than 160 pounds. His pectorals, biceps and belly glowed in the dark. From his groin hung a massive penis, perhaps 7 inches long and thick. He had only modest amounts of pubic and underarm hair. Looking more closely I saw that he was not only blindfolded but had earplugs, which I assumed cut but did not completely deaden sound in the room. I could see that would be convenient if I wanted to surprise him -- which I decided I did. Looking around the room I saw that it was large and mostly bare of furniture. There was one couch and a padded sawhorse, which I knew was a popular device used by some who were into bondage. On the far side of the room there was a twin bed. "Where the fuck are you?" he growled. His voice was demanding for one in such a compromising position. He had done this before. Knowing that, I decided how I would approach him. I wanted him to feel my control of him right off the bat. Standing before him I reached out and gently placed my fingertip on his throat and held it there. He jerked back at my touch, but I kept my fingertip on him. "Hey, shit" he protested weakly, nervously. Then I began slowly drawing my fingertip downward. Taking my time, I traced the hollow of his throat, the hardness of his breastbone, the softness of his solar plexus, the rigid plates of his belly, the voluptuous outward bulge of his navel. I stopped there. And then, very slowly, I began to increase the pressure on his navel. He began to breathe more rapidly. I continued to press inward. He squirmed his body a bit. "Shit!" he said, sounding uncomfortable. "Hey, my safe word -- it's `trouble.'" I said nothing. "OK?" he demanded. I remained silent, pressing relentlessly inward. He jerked his body suddenly, as if he could get away, but the chains allowed very little play, and I easily increased he pressure still more. He gasped and wriggled again, then yelled, "OK, trouble! Trouble! Shit" My pressure intensified, and he thrashed around now in real panic. Suddenly I released the pressure. He panted in his chains. I knelt, took his cock gently between two fingers, and caressed the head with my tongue, then kissed it and withdrew. I quickly stripped off my clothes, then reached up and ripped off his blindfold. He looked around, seeming a bit stunned. He was a nice looking young man, with curly, not kinky hair worn a bit long, a wide mouth with large white teeth. He seemed to have no facial hair, and though his body was mature his face looked like that of a boy a couple of years younger than 18. He fixed his gaze on me and began to speak but I clamped one hand over his mouth, while gesturing with a finger on my lips. I slowly took my hand away. He studied my face, still looking slightly angry. This situation, I realized, was really turning me on. I had never engaged in any kind of bondage before. Coupled with the intense turn-on of dominating the shit out of Joon, this was making me wonder about myself. I decided I would just follow my instincts and see what happened. My eyes were drawn to his groin and his spectacular cock. I decided I didn't like his pubic hair, so I reached down to the side table and picked up one of the lit candles. His eyes followed me. I slowly brought the candle near to his body and held it to his groin. His eyes widened. There was the sudden smell of burning hair and a small crackle as the flame began singing off his pubic hair. He gasped, but dared not move. I carefully worked one side and then the other, only once accidentally bringing it too close to his body and having him jerk and yell in pain. After removing as much of his black bush as I could, I reached for the razor and cream. I spread a large gob of foam all over his pubic area and then, setting the candle as close as I could to see better, carefully shaved him bald. Then I proceeded to do the same with the hair in his armpits. I would have also shaved his legs, chest and belly but those areas were completely hairless. Now, bald all over except for his head, his black skin somehow looked even sexier. I stepped very close to him then, reached down and grabbed his cock, and began caressing it. "Don't talk," I instructed him. He frowned but complied. I couldn't read his face. "They tell me you can only cum when you're in pain. I don't believe it." I paused. "Nod yes or no, does pain turn you on?" He nodded. I drew my fingertip around the ridge of his big cockhead and tickled his frenulum. "Is it true you only come when it hurts?" He nodded again. "You're 18, right?" Nodding. "Had a lot of sex in your career?' He nodded, grinned a cocky little half-grin, and seemed to relax a little. "Let's do some experiments, then. Let's see if you know yourself as well as you think you do." With that I kissed him gently on the side of he neck, nibbled one of his small ears, and caressed his cheek with one hand. He took that OK. But when I tried to lick his thick, dry lips he jerked away and glared at me angrily. I grabbed his head with both hands and forced my lips onto his. He struggled mightily, but I held him firmly until his struggles subsided. Then I extended my tongue, and he struggled again. We kept this up for some time until, seeing he couldn't win, he submitted to my tongue. I licked his lips until they were wet and juicy. Then I sucked his lips into my mouth. Before risking getting my tongue bitten off I reached down and gently cupped his moist scrotum in one hand. Then I slowly inserted my tongue in his mouth, squeezing his balls just slightly. I began playing with his tongue with mine. At first he was hesitant, but after a couple of firmer squeezes he got the message and began licking and sucking back a bit. "That's the way," I murmured gently. I kissed him some more, and he cooperated. After another minute it occurred to me that, despite his age, he wasn't really a very experienced kisser. Maybe he only ever wanted the rough stuff, I thought. After a couple more minutes he seemed to get more into kissing, and at that point I broke contact. "That wasn't so bad was it?" I asked. Then I reached for his cock, which seemed a trifle harder than before. "You're just as much of a man as you were before. Kissing didn't change anything." I squeezed his big organ as if to acknowledge his masculinity. Then I moved around behind him. I placed my hands on his muscular shoulders and began massaging them. The caps of his shoulders were not huge but they were very well defined. Slowly I worked up along his trapezius muscles toward his neck, then worked my thumbs into the two ridges of muscle curving up to his head. I worked back down and up again. At first I was fairly gentle, but soon I was gripping him much more firmly, and once or twice he moaned audibly. Eventually I began working down his back, which tapered inward from broad shoulders to a waist that, in its slimness, showed this beautifully muscled boy was still a teenager. After a few minutes I as pressing as hard as I could given the limitations of the position the boy was in. Then I began working downward onto his butt. The chains forced his legs far enough apart that I could easily massage him all the way into his crack, which was deep and moist. I drilled strongly into his glutes with my thumbs and kneading knuckles, and after a minute he began tiny, hunching motions as he urged his butt more strongly into my hands. Like the rest of him his ass was firm and defined, and glowed with a dull ebony sheen in the candlelight. Stroking my thumbs up and down his crack now I could feel no hair at all. Placing my thumb tips together at the center I probed for his hole. When I found it I began pressing one thumb inward until the first joint was inside him. I reached around front at this point and found his cock semi-hard and huge. I stroked it gently several times, keeping my thumb partially embedded in him. Then I decided to focus more on his cock. I withdrew my thumb and knelt in front of him. His plum-sized cockhead was already mostly covered in pre-cum. Placing my pursed lips at the opening I slowly slid the glans through my lips and into my mouth. "Ummm," he murmured. Very slowly I eased downward, then back up, then down, then up. At the same time I began caressing and then massaging his smooth, steel hard thighs. His organ was so thick my jaws began to ache after just a couple of minutes of this. I eased back until I held just the head in my mouth, and twirled my tongue on it while allowing my mouth to fill with saliva. When I had enough spit I laved his cockhead and the first three inches of his shaft with it over and over. His body was writhing a bit now, and he gave regular gasps and grunts of pleasure. His cock had gotten harder and hotter. I pulled off it and examined it in the dim, flickering light. Shining with my saliva it stood straight out from his body, purplish black and dangerous-looking, a great sexual club. His balls were drawn up close to his body in their wrinkled, soot-colored sack. I raked my fingernails down his thighs and sucked the head back in again. I gripped it as firmly as I could with my lips and clutched his cock with my fist below the glans. Then, keeping a firm grip with both lips and fingers I forced myself down his cock, three, four, five inches, lodging it in my throat, drawing a deep breath, then continuing, six, seven, eight inches. His hips surged upward and it seemed the shaft swelled even more. I quickly drew off him, stood up, and came around behind him. Grabbing the lube from the table I greased myself up quickly. Then I parted his globes with both hands and nudged my hard cock against his hole. I probed with my glans until I found the spot. I gripped his hips with both hands then, eased up closer to him, leaned my chest against his damp back, and began pushing. "Aaaaaaahhhhh," he groaned. Once my cockhead was firmly lodged I got a better grip on his hips, steadied myself, and then thrust into him completely in one huge shove. His body surged and spasmed as he screamed. "YAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH FUCK!! AAAAAAHHHHH" It felt so good, both the hot tight squeeze of his rectum on my cock and the wild squirming of is body, helpless before me. I withdrew nearly all the way, then rammed in again. "YEAH BABY, TAKE IT!!" "AAAHHH, SHIT!!!" Again and again I rammed him. His body twisted and writhed in the chains as he yelled, but of course he could not escape. I felt for his cock, and it had lost some of its hardness. I yanked my cock roughly out of him. He gasped and gulped a deep breath. I knelt before him and began sucking him again. He bucked his hips and I inhaled a whiff of him, musky and sweaty. Up and down I went, caressing his thighs, tugging at his balls, squeezing his butt, until he was thrusting hard into my mouth and gasping and grunting constantly. Whatever pain he had had was submerged in the pleasure my sucking was giving him. When I sensed he might be close I came off him, went around behind him, and plunged my cock into him again. It went in a bit easier this time, but the fit was still very tight, and he groaned and cursed softly. I slammed into him again and again. Eventually, when I felt some of the rigidity leave his cock, I withdrew and again began to suck him instead of fucking him. It took less time this time around to return his cock to straining rigidity. Back and forth I went, front, then back, then front, sucking then fucking then sucking. The boy was moaning, gasping and cursing constantly now as he writhed in his chains. Time after time he wanted to cum and I wouldn't allow it. His body was now dripping with sweat, and he had gone from cursing to mumbling, his head rolling and lolling. His body was now slack, now spasmodic, now rigid, as he sought to cope with my assault. I don't know how long it went on. It could have been a half hour or even more. Time meant nothing, as we both swirled in a haze of passion, thrusting and licking, groaning and cursing, our bodies sliding against each other, bathed in sweat. I was close to cumming for many minutes, but I was determined to hold off my own climax, in spite of how badly I wanted to spray my seed deep inside the boy's powerful young body. I kissed his ear, then bit firmly into his neck muscle, thrusting violently into him. He groaned and twisted, and at last I got what I had been waiting for. He shoved his butt back at me, trying now to get more. I felt his cock and it was finally rock hard just from being fucked. I began to firmly stroke his huge cock as I fucked him. He lay back against me, his head on my shoulder, gasping and groaning, hunching his hips at me every time I banged hard into him, then snapping his hips forward as I flailed at his cock. "You like this, baby?" I panted. "Oh, fuck," he breathed. It had been many minutes now since I had inflicted any pain on him at all. I was determined now to have him come only from pleasure. I gripped his cock even harder and with my other hand began caressing his balls as I jacked him. I kissed his neck, hunching into him as hard as I could. It didn't take long. Suddenly the boy cried out and his body went rigid. His butt clamped my organ like a vise. His cock surged in my hand. There seemed to be a moment -- just a second -- when we were motionless, frozen in time. Then with a scream he began to cum. Ramming in and out furiously I saw spurt after spurt of semen fly from him onto the floor as he writhed and yelled. "AHH FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!!" he bellowed. A stream of cum splashed my wrist, another flew upward onto his chest, still another fell onto one of his feet. "JESUS, FUCK!! AHHH!! AHH!!" His orgasm went on and on. Finally he sagged in his chains, spent, but I wasn't finished. I gripped his hip bones and continued to ram into him until, with a final shove, I began cumming too. Four, five, six shots of juice far up inside him, and it feel like I reached down to the soles of my feet for the last exhausting thrust. "Ahhh, yeah," I gasped, and sagged against his sweaty body. "Shit, my arms," he choked out, and, realizing my added weight was probably dangerously straining his shoulder sockets, I immediately stood up and then pulled out of him. "Unh," he grunted. After a minute I moved in front of him, and tried to raise up his sagging head with my fingers. He snatched it away. I angrily grabbed handful of his curls in my fist and yanked his head up. His face was slack and exhausted but his eyes burned with anger. "I thought you needed pain, Byron! Thought you could only cum from pain." He glared at me and said nothing. "But that wasn't pain, that was fucking pleasure! Maybe you really just get off on regular gay sex! Maybe you're a so-called straight boy who secretly likes to be fucked! Is that right? Is that your secret?" "FUCK you!" he snarled with sudden vehemence. I scooped a big gob of his cum off his chest with two fingers and smeared it over his cheeks. He jerked his head away. "Maybe if you just keep hitting the gym you can get big enough muscles to hide behind, so no one will ever know!" I didn't know why I was doing this to this kid. It was obviously enraging him, and for what reason? I let his head drop. I had had enough. Before long Marco or one of the other staff would be there to release the boy. I dressed quickly and got ready to leave, but I couldn't resist stirring the pot one more time. Before walking out the door I picked up the blindfold and tied it onto him, although he struggled against it. Then, once he couldn't see, I suddenly planted a big kiss full on his lips. "SHIT!" he snarled, and jerked away. "Bye, Byron." I called as I headed out the door. "You're fucking hot, baby. Someday I'd like to do you without those stupid chains." My chance would come much, much sooner than I realized.