Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2011 07:57:06 -0800 (PST) From: kevin Donovan Subject: chapter 12 cant rape the willing, gay male authoritarian CAN'T RAPE THE WILLING Kevin Donovan What follows is a work of gay erotic fiction, featuring bondage, domination, some light kink. It is completely fiction. All participants, if they existed, would be over the legal age for consent wherever you live. If you yourself are under that age, leave now. The author never condones any kind of coerced sex. Like all Nifty authors, I get inspiration and encouragement from your comments, so please don't be shy. This is only my second Authoritarian piece: the first was "The Harem," October 11, 2001. letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com CHAPTER TWELVE: PARTY TIME ******** "Boss, we love you and we trust you. We'll do whatever you say," Jake declared on behalf of the four of them. Boss was attempting to negotiate wedding party activities with his brides, but they would have none of it, preferring to leave the whole extravaganza up to him. "It will be downright exhibitionistic if I plan it on my own. I want to show you off to the max to my friends. I want them all green with envy. But remember, your friends will be there, too." "So, we'll blame it on you. What do we care if our friends know how sexy we are, and what a pervert you are? As long as we are not arrested, I'm OK," said Jake. "Oh, don't let him take the fun out of it, Boss," protested Ethan with a laugh. "Even if we DO get arrested we're only getting married once. Let's live a little!" He kissed Boss's lips, and added, "But keep it down to a misdemeanor, OK?" Boss laughed. "You guys are such fun. OK, well here goes-- "We've already established that you all have black tuxes from your earlier lives." "High School Prom King, '04," pronounced Ethan, gesturing at Jake. "First runner-up and King's Cock-sucker," declared Jake, gesturing at Ethan. "They never said `cock-sucker' protested Ethan. "Well, you did suck my cock in the john after the coronation" "Yeah, and you'd have sucked mine if I'd gotten 8 more votes, that was the bet." "So, you should have sucked those eight other guys in the first place like I did." "Boys! Cool it. You're making me want a blow-job. Now, at the beginning, I want all four of you in your tuxedos, with those long black socks, and crisp white cotton boxers, and white under-vests." "I never wear that stuff underneath," vowed Alex. "Just this once, Ho'. Alex shrugged. "For you, Babe." "Lots of guys consider it very sexy. And it represents your heavy-starch, button-down lives--before you met me....." ******** Boss had the event exactly as he choreographed it. The Club staff even steam-cleaned the grimy floor for the boys' bare feet. Unfortunately, word got around all four men's workplaces about the party, and what was to take place there, and more of their co-workers than were actually invited showed up, including some of the women. No one in a supervisory capacity, however, they were glad to note. "Our only hope," declared Ethan, "is to make it SO raunchy they won't want to admit later that they were actually here. That's the only way to keep the talking down some among outsiders." "I think we're at that point already, Sweetcakes," observed Alex. "Just have fun and act unembarrassable, and after a bit, you will be. They didn't come here to see us smush wedding cake in one another's faces. They know what they're going to see, and they wouldn't miss it." On cue, the dance music began, and Jake was on first. There was no going back. Ed strode out in his leather regalia (boots, leggings, g-string, vest, arm-bands, and cap--but bare-assed) to take his place in the upstage-center of the dance floor, and Jake danced out toward him, resplendent and sexy as hell in his black tuxedo. All the men were excellent dancers, but Jake was perhaps the most fluid and creative, by a hair. He quickly seized control of the audience, gyrating in his complete tux outfit for a moment or two, before he began to strip, one item at a time, tantalizingly and seductively. His focus was mainly on his new husband, Boss, but he offered plenty of visuals for the crowd to see, too. There was hooting, clapping, and squealing, particularly from his own secretarial pool, several of whom were in uninvited attendance, to encourage him. With four acts coming, each one only got about five minutes, so the textiles flew fairly heavily. Jake's final gyrations were in a g-string, white formal collar, and black bow tie, but at the finale, those went, too, revealing him wearing only his studded black, leather dog collar underneath. Aside from that, he was completely naked, and completely shorn. There were gasps and ooh's from those who just couldn't believe the advance reports that this was to take place this way (but they sounded highly pleased that the rumors were proving true). Jake concluded dramatically, kneeling and bowing face down before Boss's booted feet. Ethan was next, followed by Alex and then Dillon, who was the runner-up best dancer, with his cat-like grace. All four men thrilled the on-lookers. Ethan's naked moon-walk with flopping, outstretched boner was quite a hit. Each had his own music and his own dance routine, but the result was the same for all: the clothes flew, until each man was naked but for dog-collar, kneeling face-down before his new lord and master. Boss rested his booted foot on each man's head in turn. Each one kissed his boot as he removed it (all of this with their bare asses pointing right at the guests, of course). Then, Boss gestured for them to raise their upper bodies while, still kneeling, they took their vows of obedience, loyalty, and service in answer to his rather pointed questions, which were decidedly more bawdy and sexually oriented than the usual marriage vows. For example, they declared that they were ready to receive his cock in ass or throat at any time day or night, and receive sexual servicing from any man he designated, without question. Then, the four took turns asking Boss questions about how he would care for them, love them, protect them, and sexually satisfy them, which he answered affirmatively. Finally, Boss asked Jake specifically, "Are you ready to obey your husband in all things?" to which Jake answered, "I am ready." "My guests will service you today." "Yes sir." Then Boss hooked on Jake's leash and led the naked man through the audience to a new apparatus constructed for the event. It was a padded-topped, waist-high counter, with four sets of ankle restrains at the floor level of the front side, and four sets of wrist restraints on the other side. A large bowl of condoms, regular and Magnum, was placed at each end. When fastened down, Jake's chest could rest on the padded top, but his ass was spread wide, and his head was positioned perfectly for throat-fucking on the other side. Boss attached him at the far left. Then, he returned for Ethan. So it went, the same question, the same answer, and Boss restrained all four men in order. Then, Boss turned to the crowd, which numbered about one hundred twenty-five men, plus twenty or more women. "My friends, these four men have made me the happiest man alive by consenting to become my wives, my partners for life. I wish for you to share my joy today. It will please me if all of you partake of the amazing sexual delights each one of my bitches has to offer. They are yours to enjoy this afternoon. Please treat them with care and respect, and return them to me well-used, but serviceable to my own bed tonight. Use condoms. "Meanwhile, the bar is open, and there is food and drink for everyone. We thank you for coming and sharing our joy today. The hospitality of the House of Hamilton is yours to enjoy." Boss stepped back to begin mingling with friends and playing the happy wedding host. Knowing how awkward it can be getting anyone to be the first in line at anything at all, but particularly butt-fucking one's new wives in public, he had lined up some of his more forward buddies, including the members of a biker group he hung out with some, to lead the way. So to everyone's amazement and delight, without delay, four men stripped out of their boots, jeans, and chains, and advanced wearing nothing but their tattoos upon the helpless naked brides. Four others approached from the other side and dropped trou in front of the restrained men, inserting their hard cocks into their waiting mouths. In just minutes, all four of Boss's bitches were being skewered by his eager friends. That broke any potential log jam, and men lined up behind them, especially at ass ends, though some were squeamish about that and would partake only at the oral end. Some started fucking face and then moved to ass. The boys accommodated all cummers. Jerrod, from the regular Rack group, came up and whispered into Jake's ear, "Dude, are you sure you are OK with this? Would you rather we didn't do you?" Jake had a mid-size cock in his mouth at the time, but he managed to nod. The man pulled out for a second to let him say quickly, "Yeah, man, we want it. You'll hurt our feelings if you don't." "Well, we don't want that," agreed Jerrod, "in fact, the only way to avoid that, I guess, is if we all fuck all of you." Jake nodded again. So it happened that a large number of the men present just went down the row and fucked all four brides equally, cumming in their condom for just whoever happened to be the host of the moment when the dam burst. Several of the women gathered around close to watch office-mates fuck the asses of their co-workers. "First time I ever seriously wished I had one of those things," commented one busty blonde from Ethan's office as she watched one of her male co-workers sliding his rather large, condom-clad cock in and out of Ethan's rectum. "I'm pissed," said another woman. "Used to be, I resented Dillon for having the prettiest eyes in the office. Now, to make matters worse, turns out he has the prettiest ass, too." Tommy, who wore some of Ed's extra leather-wear (boots, g-string, vest, and cap), and who looked damn good in them, was one of the men who fucked all four of his brother's brides. He lost the g-string early, and moved about waving his enormous hard-on. In keeping with his status as family, he omitted the condom. He was determined really to breed each of them, leaving Hamilton jizz in all four. He spermed Jake and Ethan, then took a half-hour break. He came back to breed Alex, with some difficulty, then took another half-hour break. Finally, almost at the end of the bridal sacrifice portion of the afternoon, he just about wore Dillon out trying to nut for the fourth time. He finally succeeded, with encouragement from some of the bikers cheering him on. In all, the men offered their services for about two and a quarter hours before the traffic began to slack off. Boss did not want his brides left with their asses in the air for no takers, so he was attentive to the right point to step in and intervene. He fucked Jake, but not to completion, slapped his ass hard, then released his bonds, kissed him deeply, commended him for his wifely obedience, and turned his attentions to Ethan. A couple of late-cummers were still boffing Alex and Dillon while Boss completed his breeding of Ethan. He spanked him, released him, kissed him, thanked him, and moved down to rut on and then free Alex. He offered up his second serving of his own baby-juice to Dillon in an ass-clenching, grunting finale. Then all four wives were free to stretch their limbs and have some refreshment. All four had snail-trails descending from their dilated anuses, from the Hamilton breedings. And all four wore big grins. One of Jake's secretaries set off a free-for-all by bringing warm, wet towels from the bar to wash the sweat off of Jake's glistening, eye-popping body. There is nothing like the sheen of fresh sex to make a man look his hottest. Instantly, the other three men were being tended also by more of the women, who had been sexually stimulated without opportunity for release, so far. (It later came out that some of the office men took them into the johns and fucked them out of their wits a short time later, so that everyone managed to leave the event with orgasms achieved and feeling quite happy.) Then, the women wanted to kiss the brides, and that occupied the four for another quarter-hour, getting groped and lip-locked with all the desperate women present. ("Not one of them managed to kiss me WITHOUT groping my ass at the same time," griped Ethan later. "And my nuts are sore.") But eventually, the brides got to help cut the (chocolate) wedding cake, which they discovered goes very, very well with Guinness. They also got to mingle, naked, among their guests. "I never was really one for weddings," commented Sean, one of Alex's fellow lawyers, "but now I realize that was just because we never got to fuck the bride. That makes all the difference. Your cake was above average, too." Marie, from book-keeping in Ethan's office, observed, "You know, I think it might do wonders for marriages if more of them started off this way. It's kind of medieval, I guess. But there's something brutishly appealing about it, too. And Ethan, you do have a hell of a cute ass." One of Jake's women friends now considered him to be something of an honorary member of the sisterhood. She asked if he would teach her how to take a big cock up the ass. "You know, Hank, my boyfriend, is onto me about it all the time, but I thought he was just too big. Now, I'm having second thoughts after watching you guys. Can you give me some pointers?" Jake assured her that he could, indeed, coach her in receiving the sausage. "Or you could just send him to me. He'd have to ask Boss first, of course." Hank walked up just then, glowering suspiciously at his girl-friend chatting familiarly with her naked co-worker--never mind he'd just fucked the man's ass while she looked on a short time earlier. He was obviously Neanderthal that way. "This is Hank. You might remember him from earlier. He was about number 8 on your dance card." "Hi, Hank. Remember, I was kind of looking the other way at the time and didn't get to see any faces." He glanced at Hank's obvious case of salami-pants, though, and added, "Him ringing my bell does kind of ring a bell, though." Ed tapped Jake just them and "asked" him to dance. Ed had dispensed with his g-string awhile back, too, and was now bare in the mid-section. Jake fell into his arms and they led in a romantic slow dance tune. Ed kissed Jake and moved on to Ethan, as more couples joined them on the floor. A couple of the bikers stayed naked and now danced with beaming, busty women. Tom came up to dance with Jake in his brother's place. Next, Boss moved on to dance with Alex, and Jake and Ethan took a turn on the floor together, all eyes on their splendid naked forms. Neither of them carried an ounce of extra fat, but the musculature under their skin rippled and flowed with their movements. They were getting a new sheen of perspiration. Gloria, from Ethan's office, nudged her friend Bianca and gestured at the two men's dueling erections. "That's sweet, isn't it?" she crooned. Bianca nodded, mesmerized. The afternoon was perfect. It was past nightfall before the family left the Rack, and they never did bother to dress--they just piled naked into Boss's big pick-up and he drove them home. Fortunately, there was the one-car garage at the old house, and they were able to get inside without causing alarm in the neighborhood. No sex happened at the Hamilton house that night, a first-ever occurrence! It was just as well--they had several dozen presents to unwrap and catalogue. No blenders--but just about every kind of leather accessory one could possibly imagine, and some very interesting-looking dildos and electrical stimulation devices. Boss took Jake and Ethan into his bed that night--to cuddle, kiss, and sleep. They couldn't have been happier.