Date: Sat, 23 May 2020 11:42:49 +0930 From: Jakob Klunyk Subject: Collared Chapter 12 The following story contains graphic and non consensual sexual acts & language between multiple men. If material of this nature offends you, or it is illegal in your jurisdiction for you to view it, DO NOT READ any further. This is a work of fiction and any similarity between real people or events is purely coincidental. As this is fiction, safe sex practises are not always followed by the characters, but should be by you. Please send your comments to: versai83@gmail.com DON'T FORGET: Nifty needs your donations to keep this service free! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html COLLARED By Jakob Chapter 12 The inside of Ryder's skull was chaos, his natural instincts were screaming that, not only was this wrong, doing these sorts of things with his cousin, but the fact that it was another man disgusted him. On top of all that was the humiliation Ryder was feeling at playing the submissive role. He had spent his hole life striving to be the Alpha, Top of the pack and now here he was playing the submissive bitch. On the other hand he had the collar and the programming Coach Hewett was installing into him telling him that this was right, this is where he should be, that the stink that was now enveloping him, seeping into his lungs, was what he needed, what he had been searching for, his body was already reacting to it, his breathing changed to the point of where he was panting like a bitch in heat. His dick was at half mast just from the odour, and Ryder knew that before long it would be rock solid and leaking. Acting on his previous programming from Coach Hewett and the orders given to him by his cousin, Ryders mouth was open and his tongue was starting to sweep through the tangled mess of sweaty pit hair. He didn't need his cousin holding his head firmly in that pit Ryder knew that the collar would keep him in there for as long as instructed to do so. By now Ryder's tongue had gathered a large clump of sweaty hair together, his lips closed around it and he started to suck the sweat from the hair. In between each suck Ryders tongue would sweep out of his mouth and over Ron's Pit. Ron was apparently loving it, the noises being emitted from him were certainly more masculine then the ones Ryder was permitted to make, with each suck of the sweaty hair Ron was emitting a low growl punctuated occasionally by Ron's dirty talk. Ron: "Yeah Babe, that's it take me in, take all my stink in, prove to me how much you want me." Ryder could not see, but Coach Hewett was enjoying the show immensely. His dick, which had only just unloaded less then ten minutes before, was already hard. Coach Hewett leaned over and pressed a small button on a control pad imbedded into the table next to his chair, and with in thirty seconds suit was entering the room. Suit walked over to his master and awaited orders, he was not permitted to speak unless directly ordered to. Coach Hewett looked up briefly at Suit and spoke his commands in a quiet voice so not to disturb the show going on. Coach: "I want you on your knee's between my legs, you are to lick off every drop of precum that my dick produces, the rest of the time you are going to have your tongue licking my balls. Understand slave?" Suit nodded and proceeded to follow the instructions given. The reason Coach Hewett had spoken so quietly was he didn't want his commands to this slave to be heard on the recording that was focused on the two cousins on the sofa. Coach Hewett had chosen this room for their little session because it was fitted with a heap of recording devices. When he had first sat down the coach had surreptitiously clicked a button on the control to start the recording equipment. By this time Ryder had been in Ron's left pit for three or four minutes and the pit had been sucked clean. Ron stood and quickly swapped to Ryders other side and lifted his right arm exposing his other pit. Ron: "Ok Babe now this side, I'll warn you though my right pit is always stronger than the left one." Ryder could tell that Ron wasn't joking with his face still about a foot away from his cousins right pit the smell was already stronger then it had been on the left side. Ron scooted in a bit closer placed his left hand on the back of Ryder's head but before he pulled it in he said. Ron: "Do a good job in there babe, I can see you want it, just by the way you are panting." Ron then pulled Ryder's face into the dark forest of fur. Again Ryder felt as if he was going crazy with the conflict between his original nature and the nature the collar had installed on him. But original nature or not his body went into action and his mouth and tongue was pulling Ron's sweat and stink into him. Coach Hewett was loving the show his own dick was leaking like a faucet, good thing he had his slave here cleaning him up otherwise he was sure there would be a large puddle of precum forming on his seat by now. Not unlike the pool the was forming in the V above Ryder's balls. Since he was sitting in a submissive position with his legs closed the precum was pooling and starting to run along the channel formed by the boi's legs. Whispering softly so not to be obviously heard by the camera's, but loud enough to be heard by Ron, Coach Hewett gave a command. Coach: "Ron, I know you have been told you can't fuck your slut just yet, that doesn't mean you can't play with his boi cunt. Look at all the slick forming between his legs. I want you to start scooping that up with your fingers and use it to finger fuck the slut while his face is buried in your pit." Ron, acting on the commend looked down between his cousin's legs, his left hand released its grip on the back of Ryder's head and moved down. He started scooping up the slick pre cum that was running from Ryder's dick, and at the same time using his body, forced Ryder to lean back, pinning his head between the back of the sofa and his hairy pit, making sure Ryder kept servicing him there. Ron also used his slicked up hand to start to force Ryder to spread his legs. Once they were wide enough and Ron could get his hand down to what Coach had called his slut's cunt he heard the Coach's voice again. Coach: "Ron, Use two fingers, and When you first push in, don't be gentle, I want to hear your slut scream out his pleasure when breach his defences." Ron reached back and slicked up a second finger, lowered his hand back down until he could feel Ryder's puckered hole, then without any warning to Ryder at all, Ron gave a shove and buried his two fingers as deep as they would go. To Be Continued.