Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2010 05:01:48 -0800 (PST) From: kevin Donovan Subject: chapter 4 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 FOUR: `WHELP' Many of the men inside The Rack seemed to recognize Boss, even with his mask on, and Jake was quite the sensation. Several came up and ran their hands over Jake's body appreciatively, saying things like, "Damn, Ed, this one is fine! Where'd you get this?" And Boss (apparently really Ed?) would answer. "Picked him up on the street." `Yeah, literally,' Jake's mind responded. "If they only knew!' "Oh, a stray, eh? What luck! He's a beauty!" "Stray, yes, but not a mongrel," declared a more refined voice from the direction of the bar. "I believe that one is purebred, maybe a Cocksucker Spaniel." "That's close, Dave. Real close. But I think he's actually a Buttsex Spaniel." Everyone laughed like lunatics at this brilliant riposte. "Well, in any case, he'll make a real good bed-warmer for you this winter." "Nobody sleeps with me, Jim. But he'll have his uses before I go to sleep." It was a friendly crowd. They'd smack Jake's ass or give his stretched balls a yank before moving on. Boss worked his way up to the bar area, where the lights were brightest. The bartender caught his eye and brought the volume of the music down. Boss addressed the crowd. "Hey, men, I got somethin' to show ya tonight. This is my new sub, out for the first time on leash. Name's Puss. Now, I think he's going to be a good one, and we're having a lot of fun already. I'm willing to share, just ask first. And I'll let you play with him some, just remember, he's in training. I don't know yet what his capacity is, so go easy. I `preciate the help." Men raised glasses and beer bottles at Jake, and he heard a chorus of hoots and whistles. Boss led him over to a section of prison bars just beyond the bar. Two wooden blocks were on the floor in front of it about forty inches apart. He had him stand, facing outward, on those blocks, ass to the bars. He then secured Jake's wrists and ankles, stretching him out in an X against the bars. He left and went to the bar for a few beers. Jake was not left alone for long. Men came up and caressed and groped him. His cock got brick-hard and stayed that way, with the help of the cock-ring he wore. Someone began to attach clothes pins to pinches of his skin all the way down his abdomen. They hurt surprisingly much. His tits were pinched and pulled, licked and bitten. Someone put tit clamps on them, attached to wires. Next thing he knew, jolts of electricity flowed into his body through his tits. He tried to scream, but could not. Then, to his amazement, jizz shot out from his cock about four feet across the floor. The men standing around cheered. One cleaned up Jake's dick with his tongue. Someone started swatting his body with a small leather flapper. Then, he got around to Jake's dick, slapping it harder and harder. It flopped back and forth with the blows. He struck his tightly wrapped balls. That hurt! He rapped them again and again, each time a little harder. A tall black man was speaking to Boss at the bar. Boss handed him a condom, they clinked beer bottles, and the man walked toward Jake, pulling a huge dick out of his jock. He stroked it as he approached, grinning evilly. He went around to the back of the bars. Jake felt a big finger invade his ass, and the man finger-fucked him back there for a minute or so. Then he thrust that monster cock into Jake's ass. Jake thought he would pass out from the searing pain to his sphincter. The cock kept going in deeper and deeper, beyond anything he had ever experienced. The man held onto the bars from his side and thrust himself into Jake again and again, while the slapping and pinching continued up front. Eventually, he rammed it into Jake's butt as hard as he could, shuddered, and held still for a moment. Just then, Jake felt a mouth engulf his cock. He barely closed his lips around it before the young sex slave filled the mouth with semen. Jake heard a low, male laugh as the tongue licked off his dick and balls. After about half an hour, Boss took him down and led him into a tiled room off to the rear of the place, next to the restroom. The walls held shower heads every yard or so, but they were not turned on. He had Jake kneel in the center of the room. Half a dozen men followed them in, and more would saunter in momentarily. "Now, you're going to get pissed all over, Puss. It'll feel good, don't worry. But for tonight, one man is going to piss in your mouth for you to taste him. Just one. I want you to swallow all you can. Any man here will be glad to give you his piss, you point to who you want it to be." Jake didn't have to think about that. "You, Boss," he said. That seemed to be the right answer. Boss patted him on the head and turned to the room. "Hose him!" The men stepped forward, surrounding Jake. Many had stripped off their leathers, but some just freed their cock. Streams of urine struck Jake from every direction. It was warm and strangely soft and soothing to his naked skin. When all the bladders were emptied, Boss stepped back up to Jake and lifted his head. He stuck his mostly limp dick into the opening of jakes' mouth stretcher and let loose with his piss, slowly. It tasted pretty much the way piss smells. `All in all,' Jake thought, `I've had worse beer, that time in Mexico.' He drank as much as he could, allowing only a small portion to drip from his lips. Boss grunted and withdrew his dick. The men clapped and cheered, and a few smacked Jake's ass or patted his head. "Good boy," Boss said softly. "Ed, I'll give you one thousand dollars for that boy, right here, just as he is. Why wait for the auction, that won't be for another two months." Jake cringed. He looked around desperately for the source of that offer--it seemed to be a big, boar-chested and boar-hairy man with silver-and-black hair over toward the entrance of the wet room. Oh, shit, to be sold to that stranger just when he was getting somewhat used to Boss. He looked pleadingly at Boss, his eyes screaming, "No!" Boss laughed. "No way, Mack. This one's a keeper. He won't be in the auction, either. But don't worry, I'm a generous man with my toys. You'll get to play with him some, and he'll be for rent, too, once I get him trained up right." Jake let out a sigh of relief, and Boss winked at him. "We'll get more than a thousand, Puss." He murmured. "A night." The men were moving on to other pursuits, and someone turned on a hose. Cold water sprayed over Jake's body at some force. It concentrated on his ass, which was somewhat pleasurable, and his crotch, which hurt like hell. But at least all the piss got washed away. Jake opened his mouth and the man sprayed that out, too. `So much for piss-breath,' Jake hoped. Boss led his dripping Puss out into the main room again, over to a sort of barrel apparatus. He pushed Jake across it and went around to the other side, fastening his wrists to cuffs on the floor there. The barrel itself was padded, so it was not uncomfortable. Back around again, Boss snapped ankle cuffs on, too, stretching Jake's legs widely apart. Now, his asshole gaped in perfect fuck-me position. Boss slapped his butt-cheeks playfully. "Have fun, Puss." Someone placed a bowl of condoms on a shelf beside Jake's barrel. Then men began to mount him, one after another. The music blared, and Jake could see action in other parts of the end of the room he faced, too. A couple of guys were tied to the wall in front of him and beaten with whips, screaming. Each one was forcibly fucked by several attackers when taken down. Then they moved over to the bar to have beers together afterward.. Jake lost count of the number who used his ass. Maybe a dozen, or fifteen, in all lengths and thicknesses. He felt good, not particularly sore, just fulfilled. When everyone had had a turn, Boss released him and led him to the bar, where he kept the beers coming while he laughed and joked with his buds. He seemed to be the pivot around which the room turned. Everyone came up and spoke with him, and all of them petted his boy while they talked. On his fourth beer, Jake glanced up to see that another pet on leash had come into the room. It was that boy! The one he'd seen back in the summer. As then, he was naked but for the collar and leash. If anything, he looked even more beautiful than before. He definitely noticed Jake. He wouldn't look at Jake directly, but Jake kept catching the boy's eye on him every few minutes. He gave the kid a wink, and the boy started and looked down. The kid's owner was playing pool, and the boy knelt on the floor at his side. Men petted him, too, as they did Jake. One leaned his chaps-clad hips against the pool table and snapped his fingers. The boy rose up and sucked his dick immediately. His owner smiled approvingly. There was a brief lull in Boss's conversation--Jake would never have dared to interrupt. He leaned forward quickly and whispered into Boss's ear. "Please Boss--let me breed that bitch over there. Please?" Boss's head went back in a hearty laugh, and he grabbed the back of Jake's neck affectionately. "You got the hots for that little bitch, do you? Well, it is a sweet little bitch, name's Whelp, you have good taste. I've never seen it get bred, except by its owner himself--the guy is very protective.of that little number. You've been a good boy tonight. I'm proud of you, and you deserve a reward. I'll tell you a little secret. I phoned him earlier and suggested he bring Whelp over to meet you. He says he's 100% positive the bitch is clean--and you better be, too." Jake was nodding vigorously. He and Ethan got tested every quarter, and they were consistently very careful with others. "I knew you were, I told him so. Well, here in a minute, I think you are going to be made very happy, Puss. I know you're horny as shit, but try to last more than a couple of minutes for me, will you? Don't want to disappoint everybody." Jake sipped his beer, watching his intended partner intently. He caught the boy glancing over at him more and more. Maybe the kid knew he was here to get serviced. Jake gave him the eye the best he could, through his mask, and the kid smiled shyly with just the corners of his mouth. One of Boss's friends came up and dropped his jeans. Jake quickly hopped off the bar-stool where he'd been given permission to sit and let the man push his average-size dick into Jake's mouth-stretcher. He brought him off in five minutes or so. The guy chatted amiably with Boss while he fucked Jake's face, and after he dumped his load down Jake's throat, he zipped up, picked up his beer, and moved on. Boss patted Jake on the head. Suddenly, Jake was aware of the owner of the bitch-boy standing near him. "Your boy about ready?" he asked Boss. "He's been ready since he caught the scent of that bitch coming down the block." "Let's do `er, then." The man looked to be in his early fifties. He had on leather pants and vest, with boots of course. He had a little stomach, but was not fat by any means. His front was well-furred. He patted the top of the bar. "Up, Baby." Men nearby pushed bottles and ash trays out of the way, giving the boys plenty of space to do the deed. The fresh-faced young man hopped like a cat up onto the bar, where the canister lights shone on his back and butt brightly. He was a thing of beauty, all right. Because of the alcohol, he had to be twenty-one to be in here, but it must be just barely. Jake looked at Boss expectantly. Boss grinned at him, but remained silent. Meanwhile, the other owner positioned his bitch on the bar for breeding, making a fuss with the placement of his hands, knees, and small, black-soled bare feet. `Gross, mine must be just like that,' Jake thought. This establishment was not the cleanest place he'd ever been. He didn't say a word, but just let out a very small, high-pitched whine, looking at Boss. That brought the house down in laughter. Boss clapped him on the shoulder. "OK, Puss, breed the bitch." Jake hopped up onto the bar eagerly. His dick was the biggest, hardest, and reddest he'd ever seen it. The other owner had a small bottle of lube, and he was stroking some into his bitch's cunt and probing with his fingers. He handed the bottle to Boss, who poured some into a palm and stroked Jake's swollen member with it. Jake kneed up behind his target, who glanced back at him quickly, looking a bit apprehensive. Then the boy faced forward resolutely, and Jake saw the ass muscles relax. The boy's cute pink pucker enlarged visibly. Jake placed his cock-head on it and pushed. There was a gasp from several in the crowd as Jake's slickened tool slid into the tight rump before it. The boy moaned just a little, and said "Oh, yeah," very softly. "Feel good, Whelp Baby?" asked the master. He got a smile and a shy nod in answer. "OK, Puss, let's give this bitch some puppies," said Boss. Jake began thrusting into the tightest, most receptive asshole of his fucking career, except maybe Ethan's. He feared he would shoot his load on the second slam, but somehow, the tightness of the cock-ring and the extreme hardness of his erection seemed to allow him to enjoy the exquisite sensations without putting him over the brink. He fucked, and the men around the bar watched, for what seemed a very long time. It was one of the most pleasurable fucks of his life. "OK, Puss, hose the bitch," Boss urged. "Let's do it!" Jake slammed the boy's butt hard, three times. On the third deep thrust, his nuts let loose their load in a long series of powerful squirts of ball-wrenching ejaculation. Jake shouted unintelligibly. At the same time, on the third jab, the young bitch-boy screamed, and a long spout of prostatic fluid erupted from his hard dick onto the bar. His front half collapsed in a heap, with just his butt sticking up, Jake's erection still in it, and still drooling. The men cheered, and several slapped Jake's butt or shoulder. The other owner gave his boy a big, wet kiss and, grinning, lifted his limp body down from the bar. Jake's cock pulled out with an audible pop. Jake leaned forward and lapped up the jism from the surface of the bar. It tasted great. Boss was grinning. "Good job, Puss. Well, this has been fun, but let's go home." He signed a tab, said goodnight to several men, and led the way back to the car without further ceremony. "If I let you ride back up front, you promise me you'll behave?" Boss asked. They were standing in the parking lot behind Boss's car, Jake buck naked but for mask, ball-stretcher, and collar, and Boss's bare ass gleaming in the street-light. It must have been just past 4:00 a.m. Just then, a police cruiser rolled past the driveway, its driver shining a bright light down the alley full on the two men. Jake froze, but Boss just waved at the cop, who kept right on going. The whole thing took only ten seconds, yet Jake was shaken by it--to his amazement, he had never considered trying to make a run for it or in any way attracting the officer's attention. He was only worried about being seen naked in the public parking lot! Boss tousled his hair beneath the hood. "They're used to it," he commented. "But you earned a ride up front." He unlocked the car and let Jake in on the passenger side. Jake belted in, and Boss velcroed the mask's eye covers into place. "Just a few more days," he said. "I have to go back to work next week. Otherwise, people really will start searching for me." "I know. Your training will be all complete before then."