Date: 26 Jul 2000 11:30:30 -0000 From: Mikey Subject: Danny-2 Category: (male/male) Author's Note: Hey, you found this story on the Nifty gay - site, so you ought to know that it contains graphic male-male sex. I hope that it also has a story you will like. If you aren't supposed to read this stuff, please don't. Fantasies don't need protection. Real life does. Play it safe. Otherwise, Enjoy. *** A Rough Night: Mack eyed the slim boy standing in front of him, patiently enduring his look. Not too tall, not too short. Slim, with a nice runner's build. Even though he was at least eighteen, he looked a few years younger. The clear skin and light freckles helped. The kid would do. He was just the type his customer liked: pretty, quiet, and controlled. And Carlos was safely away for a few days. Not that he would be able to object when he returned and found out what Mack had in mind for the two of them. Meanwhile, he had a problem to take care of. Later, he could hand them over to the one who wanted a pair of good-looking boys. He spoke abruptly. "I have a potential business associate that I want kept happy while he is in town. I heard you were good. You keep him satisfied the rest of the weekend and I let you continue freelancing on your own." Danny nodded. "Yes sir." There wasn't anything else he could say. He knew the score. Mack smiled grimly. "You do whatever he wants. Whatever. No whining, no trouble, and I'll pay you enough to cover your rent for the next week. Understand?" Danny paled slightly and tightened his jaw, but replied submissively, "Yes sir. I understand. Where do you want me to go?" He knew from Mack's warning that the man liked to get rough or would want something weird. He also knew he really did not have any choices other than conscious or unconscious. He could take it. A whole weeks rent would really help him and Carlos out. He just hoped it wouldn't be too bad. Mack gestured to one of his guards. "He'll take you there. Don't forget what I said. Keep him happy and I'm happy." Danny followed the silent guard out. The guard took him to one of the hotels and then in the service entrance. The usher that let them in accepted the folded bill without comment and led them up the service stairs to a suite. No one was in the hallway as they knocked at the door. Another bruiser answered it and the man with Danny jerked his head at the young man behind him. "Delivery from Mack." The big man in the room just opened the door and gestured for Danny to spread up against the wall to be searched. A quick, but thorough, pat down yielded the two knives and the small bag of supplies the boy habitually carried with him. The guard snorted and handed him back the condoms and lubricant, but kept the knives. "You can get these back when you leave," he said gruffly. "Now go sit down over there while I let Mr. Horace know you're here." Danny obediently sat on the hard wooden chair and waited. He did not wait too long. Another man followed the guard out. Horace was in his late fifties or early sixties, about the same height as Danny, but twice as big around. "Stand up, boy." Danny stood and then silently stripped at the order that came next. The man walked around him and studied his body, touching him, cupping his balls, and pulling lightly on his cock. Then the man pushed Danny to bend over from the waist, spreading his ass cheeks and poking lightly at the boy's trim ass. Danny endured the humiliating exam passively. He knew he wasn't a real person, just meat for the other. The man patted Danny on his rump and said approvingly, "You'll do. Come into the bathroom and let's get you ready." Just as silently, the boy endured the enemas, the warm bath where the man carefully washed his entire body slowly and intimately, having his mouth opened and his teeth brushed, then given a mouthwash. The man even shaved his balls smooth of the slight growth that had grown back since the last time Danny tricked. He seemed to enjoy preparing the boy personally. He dressed the boy in a black leather harness decorated with studs and a matching collar. Leather chaps, with no crotch or ass, and wrist and ankle cuffs finished the costume. Wide tape around his wrists and ankles protected them from the sturdy leather straps. Danny just braced himself. He had been beaten up on the street often enough. He was frightened, but wouldn't show it. Horace smiled at the beautiful picture the boy made. The leather emphasized his glossy black hair and the clear beautiful eyes. He could see the fear in the kid's eyes, but the restraint the young man showed pleased him. And his silence. Someone had trained this boy well. He stroked the boy's mouth with a finger. "Do you want any, umm, shall we say, attitude adjustments?" he asked softly. Danny shook his head and quietly declined, "No sir." The man smiled. "Good. You know what I want, don't you?" Danny dropped his eyes and said very quietly, "Sort of, sir. You want to tie me up and, and, get rough," he finished almost too softly to hear. The man raised his chin and looked in his eyes. "I'm going to strap your backside until every inch is red-hot, then I'm going to plow that burning ass until it's raw. I don't need a lot of toys, just a leather belt. If you make any noise, I'll just gag you and keep on. Do you want to leave now?" he asked matter-of-factly. Danny looked down at the ground and swallowed his now openly displayed fear. "No sir. You know I can't. Mack said to make you happy," he almost whispered. Horace smiled. "Good boy. I promise not to do any real damage. You'll walk out of here tomorrow just fine if you don't cause any trouble. But I won't tolerate any disobedience," he warned. Danny just nodded, still looking at the floor. He wished he had never gone to the gym this afternoon. Horace turned to his bodyguard who had watched impassively and spoke normally, "James, get him in position now." James reached out his big hands and yanked Danny towards the big sturdy bed. Horace liked to watch him rough up the boys slightly. Danny stumbled and fell against the bed as James flung him roughly onto his face. He tensed, but did not resist, as his arms jerked over his head. The cuffs clipped to a strap that went behind the headboard and pulled his arms apart. His legs were spread widely and fastened the same way. The guard lifted his hips, stuffed a pillow underneath him, and grabbed his cock, pulling it down to hang behind the pillow. Danny felt completely vulnerable and exposed. He turned his head slightly and watched as Horace slowly undressed beside the bed. The man was slightly overweight, but mostly just thick bodied. His limp penis hung a full six inches, and even relaxed, was thick and veined. Danny knew it would be huge when erect. He watched silently as the older man pulled out a ball gag and a thick bandana and set it beside the his head. Horace bent over and brushed his lips against Danny's ear, whispering, "I will be most pleased if I don't have to use that." Danny choked out, "Yes sir. I, I will try." "Good boy." The hands began to stroke his body. Touching his face, neck, shoulders, tracing down the taut muscles of his back, curving over the rounded buttocks and down between the spread legs. Cupping the balls, a perfect size, and firm in their smooth sack. Then sliding around the soft cock, smoothing the silky skin down to the smooth cut tip. Danny felt his cock twitch and begin to harden as one hand stroked and the other pulled gently at his balls. He felt a warm wet mouth close over one of his balls and roll it between mouth and tongue. He jumped slightly in surprise, and raised his head to look back. He had expected pain, not the gentle touch. Some of his johns had wanted to suck him off, or be fucked, but he had not expected this guy to do that after he had said what he wanted. The ball was released and Horace spoke sternly. "Hold still, boy." Danny lay back down and felt the mouth on his balls again. Soon his cock started to harden, then press against the pillow. The wet tongue began to work on it. Danny twitched, but did not allow himself even to moan as he was expertly aroused by the tongue swirling around his head and the strong sucking throat action. His breathing quickened as the man's hands reached up to cup and caress his butt firmly, then too tightly. Horace would start on him soon, he knew. But even the anticipation of the pain coming was not enough to kill his enjoyment of the first blowjob he had gotten in many months. Usually he was the one giving head, not receiving it. He remembered how when he was a boy, one of his ma's many, many boyfriends had like to suck on him, pulling all of his little equipment into his mouth and still tonguing his hole. The guy had made him kneel over his face in the bed while Ma had crouched below and sucked off the guy. At least now he knew what was going on. Then he had just been scared. But even then he had enjoyed the finger up his ass. The man had laughed and called him a little slut. He guessed it was true, even at that age. As the boy's butt tightened and released, Horace knew he was close, despite his delightful silence. He let go of the perfectly sized seven-inch cock and moved around to the boy's head. Lifting up his head by the hair, he was pleased with the flush of arousal on the young face. He bent down and licked the boy's lips, roughly shoving in his tongue, not in a kiss, but in possession. Then he knelt and began to shove the swollen red cock into that same mouth. He pushed in roughly and felt the boy's throat swallow frantically with his effort not to gag. The kid's eyes drooped slightly shut in concentration. A quick slap across the boy's cheek drew a wince and a gasp that ended up sucking him all the way into the throat. The boy's wide, startled gaze met his, a faintly panicked look in the clear gray eyes. "Don't bite me," Horace ordered softly, then began to pump. He enjoyed the rasp of the roof of the warm mouth and the feel of the air going by as the boy gulped in a quick breath between thrusts. He stopped buried as far in as he could get at this angle and told the boy, "Now keep your eyes on mine. I want to see you while I blister your ass." The boy could only nod slightly with the huge cock swelling his mouth and throat. His eyes widened with alarm as the man picked up a thick leather belt and folded it over. He caressed it across the boy's shoulders and unfolded it long enough to loop around each cheek, pulling up and sliding between the buttocks. Then he began to lightly flail the young whore's back and raised ass. At first the blows were soft, but gradually they fell harder. He slid the head of his cock in and out of Danny's mouth at the same pace as the lash. Danny concentrated on not closing his teeth as the belt stung more and more. Soon his body twitched with each blow and he was moaning slightly. The eyes that gleamed with lustful enjoyment of his pain were harder and harder to meet. Tears began to pool in his eyes and then slide slowly down his cheeks. Horace pulled free of his mouth and he gasped gratefully for air and flexed his stretched jaw. The man rubbed the slick tip of his cock in the tears on his face, smearing it with precum, then shoved the tip back into the boy's mouth. Danny could taste the salty tears mixed with the slick precum. "Good boy," Horace repeated again as the boy painfully licked the head clean, wincing as the belt began to raise welts. Horace swung over the boy's prone body and traced a finger over a raised welt, pressing hard enough to make the sting of the red mark worse. "You've been nice and quiet so far. Don't ruin it now," the thick man said when he raised his arm and brought the belt down with the strength of his arm behind it. Danny jumped at the sharp burning pain, but buried his face in the sheet, trying to muffle any sound he could make. After a few more hard blows, he was writhing in agony, moaning softly with each blow, drawing sobbing breaths in between burning lashes. The tears flowed unchecked down his cheeks. The pain-wracked boy barely noticed when the belt stopped falling and rough hands spread his red and purple ass cheeks. His back arched and a short cry, instantly cut off as the cruel hands tightened, was surprised from him as the massive head of Horace's cock pushed into his ass hole, then plunged all the way in. He gritted his teeth and pulled tightly against the constraints, his head thrown back, his eyes closed as the man pushed steadily into his ass, stretching it like he had seldom felt even with Carlos' big cock. Dimly, he was grateful for the slick greasy lubricant he hadn't noticed applied, but still, it hurt. Then the man began to move steadily. Vaguely, he felt himself beginning to harden as the huge cock slowly slid past the lump inside him. Danny was surprised at how the burning of his abused back and the pain of the huge log stretching him was accompanied by the growing pleasure of being fucked by an expert. He liked being fucked, but Carlos usually hurried too much out of shame and the johns did not care about his pleasure. His moans of pain mingled and then faded with the growing pleasure. Soon he was bucking beneath the body on top of him, trying to push his ass back and speed up the penetration. Horace smiled and patted his ass approvingly, then grabbed the boy's hips and began to really plow into the writhing body beneath him. Danny's head turned sideways on the bed and his eyes drifted closed. His mouth parted with the panting breaths driven forcefully out of him with every hard thrust. He no longer strained against his bonds to escape the contact, but now to prolong and deepen it. Mature and experienced, Horace knew exactly how to control his speed to keep the boy on edge much longer than he would normally have lasted, even with the stamina Danny had earned the hard way. But finally, Danny's balls drew up tightly, the tingling turned into a pulsing, and cum shot from the tip to soak the bottom of the pillow his cock was poking into. Danny kept his eyes closed as the man slammed into him again and again. He could not believe that he had cum that hard after the beating he endured. It seemed like forever before Horace finally plunged all the way to the hilt and came hard. Even through the condom, Danny could feel the hot spurt of cum shooting from the huge dick. It felt like it was almost in his stomach; Horace was so far inside him. The man collapsed on his body and the sweat pouring off of him awoke the stinging fire of the welts. Danny clenched his eyes, jaw, and ass shut tightly at the renewed agony. Horace groaned at the squeeze of the strong muscles and slid slowly out of the hot grip of the boy's ass. For such an experienced young whore, Danny had a very tight ass. Probably because most of his tricks were with his mouth. And he was so delightfully quiet. Horace hated being babbled at while he was fucking someone. Just silent obedience and submission. Horace rolled off the boy, then ran his hand over the quivering body on the bed beside him as he admired the reddened welts covering his back and ass. Some of the welts were already bruising. Even the boy's hole was red and swollen from the workout he had given it. He stretched and stood, then spoke languidly with the pleasure evident in his voice. "Thank you, Danny. I enjoyed you very, very much. I will want you again tomorrow." He accepted a robe from the guard and casually pulled it on. Danny looked up, his tear-filled gray eyes meeting Horace's hesitantly. He choked out, "Yes, sir." The exhausted boy watched with pained resignation as his feet were unclipped from the lower strap. The guard pulled the upper strap loose, but then fastened the cuffs on Danny's wrists back to it, leaving him tied, but with enough room to lower his arms and curl up on his side. Horace patted Danny's tear and cum streaked face and said softly, "Go to sleep, now." He walked easily from the room with his guard, shutting the door behind him. Danny heard the click of the lock and allowed the sobs he had held back to shudder free of his body. He did not know how he would endure another session of this abuse. But he knew that he would. Silently, very silently, he cried himself to sleep. *** Enjoy, Mike. My email address is: mikey@maileditor.com -- I love email. My author page where my stories usually live is: http://www.eroticstories.com/unreg/g/author.php?id=237 Or if you have an ES login: http://www.eroticstories.com/my/author.php?id=237 Come by and visit me.